Chapter 132: Shouldn't You Greet Your New Daddy? (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 132: Shouldn't You Greet Your New Daddy? (2)
If I were to make a confession, it’s that I also like gyarus.
To what extent? Enough that I can distinguish between a roasted egg and a gyaru’s butt at a single glance.
“What does that…?”
Maybe it’s the modest, bare face hidden beneath heavy makeup.
Or how they seem to have a prickly personality like a very angry cat, but deep down, they’re actually craving love…
In that context, you could say I don’t just like gyarus, but rather women with a bit of an attitude.
Of course, the woman I love most is the dignified and beautiful lady who wails like a beast in my arms, but I also love taming arrogant and fierce women.
“Fufu, is that so?”
“Yeah. So, what I’m saying is…”
“Ahut…!”
Before asking this and that, I first buried my face in the large maternal love pouches of Natalia, who was sitting on my lap.
A soft body scent wafted over me along with her ticklish cries of pleasure.
The overwhelming sensation of her voluptuous breasts enveloped my entire face.
While kneading her buttocks, which were just as impressive as her chest, I whispered to Natalia.
“I love you, Natalia.”
“I love you too, Master…!”
At that moment, Natalia lunged for my lips.
It was an adult kiss, passionate as always, showcasing her masterful technique.
As I basked in that ecstatic feeling, Natalia eventually pulled her lips away and began to tease me by slowly rotating her hips.
“Haah… Master… I…”
I can’t take it anymore, fill me up right now.
With eyes that seemed to say exactly that, Natalia stripped off her clothes in an instant.
“Hmm… It seems like everyone wears clothes that are easy to take off lately…”
“Fufu, shall we say I want to feel Master with my whole body? More importantly… please, hurry…”
Since I hadn’t had the chance to dote on Natalia lately, I left everything to her.
Then, Natalia took my cock, which had already sprung out, and shoved it all the way inside her in one go.
“Kh…!”
“Haah…! This feeling of being filled to the brim…! Kgh… ugh…!”
“Haha, did you finish just from me putting it in?”
“Haugk… yes…”
Even in the awkward position of looking back while seated, Natalia’s eyes were fixed only on me.
She checked my reactions and expressions at every moment, her technique of adjusting the pace and intensity steadily heating up.
This comfortable yet fierce sensation… it’s a delicacy that can only be experienced with Natalia.
Moreover, once her switch is flipped, she’s so passionate that she won’t stop until the very end.
—Splat, squelch, splat…
“Haah, haugk…! Ahaang…! Master, Master…! Ma-asteer…! Hmpf…!”
As if desperately longing for something, Natalia pressed her lips against mine.
She sucked on my lips like crazy, greedily entwining our tongues and swallowing my saliva.
As if that wasn't enough, she even moved my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, a little further down.
“Huu…! You want me to show this hole some love too?”
“Yees…! Haugk…!”
“My, my. To think the Sword Saint Natalia was such a lewd woman who enjoys having her anus poked.”
“Kgh…! Nggh…! Hugk, ugh… hngh…!”
Unable to even speak properly, Natalia could only let out gasping moans while twitching.
Of course, even in the midst of that, she never stopped her intense hip movements or the way she squeezed her buttocks tight to grip me.
Our Sword Saint never forgot her technique, no matter the situation or state she was in.
‘Thanks to that, I feel like I’m going to blow any second…!’
But a master can’t just be on the receiving end forever.
Before I knew it, I was taking Natalia from behind.
“Kgh-oh…! Ma-Masteer…!”
As I thrust all the way up to her cervix and gave her buttocks a hard slap, Natalia cried out, her whole body trembling.
I knew it—she loves it rough once her body is heated up.
“Kh… good, squeeze tighter!”
—Smack!
“Hahiik?! Ye-yes…! Kgh-oh…! Haugk, kgh… hngh…!”
In the end, only the sound of strained sobbing escaped Natalia’s mouth.
She was simply enduring the intense pleasure and ecstasy.
Even then, the way her convulsing vaginal walls gripped me seemed to say she wouldn't let a single drop escape, so I had no choice but to be milked dry.
“Kh… ugh…!”
“Ah… ah…! Aah…! Ugh, ugh…!”
—Glug, glug…
It was an insane ejaculation, as if I had become a literal faucet.
Naturally, Natalia accepted every bit of it into her womb without spilling a single drop.
As I sat back in the chair, collapsing into the pleasant lethargy that followed, Natalia knelt before me with her body still shivering.
“Haah, haah, I’ll… I’ll clean you up… Hmpf… slurp…”
“Kgh…”
Without hesitation, Natalia took my cock, which was covered in love juice and semen, into her mouth.
Licking from the tip of the glans to every wrinkle of my testicles, she sucked out every last bit of semen remaining inside.
“Slurp… haah, already…”
In front of my giant cock, which was already ragingly erect again thanks to her, Natalia flashed an ecstatic smile.
Of course, I could go again like this—in fact, as many times as I wanted—but first, I sat Natalia back on my lap.
There were a few things I wanted to ask the only woman among my lovers who had actually raised a child.
“Ahng… I see…? But… why… ahang…! Why do you keep… my breasts…? Nggh…!”
“I can keep it up forever as long as I’m kneading these breasts. So, what should I do?”
How can I make that arrogant gyaru elf bitch into my obedient and well-behaved personal pussy… no, that’s not it.
How can I get Merlin to call Irene "Mom" again?
When I posed the question, Natalia leaned her back against me and tilted her head.
“Hmm… I wonder…? Armin has never acted out like that…”
Geez, our Executor was quite the model student since childhood, it seems.
When my hands stopped kneading her breasts for a moment, Natalia acted spoiled and kissed the nape of my neck.
“Aah, Master…”
“Haha, right. Tsk… I’ll have to think about this later.”
“Oh my, are you stopping already?”
“There’s something else I want to do right now.”
As soon as I finished speaking, I laid Natalia down on the desk I had cleared off.
As if she had been waiting, she spread her legs wide to welcome me, and I whispered a single sentence into her ear.
“How should I put it… I suddenly felt like pounding my mom’s pussy.”
“M-Mom…! Ah, ah…!”
Well… lately, Natalia has been awakening to some rather dangerous tastes.
Actually, I’m the one who made her that way…
Anyway, when I whisper things like that in this kind of atmosphere, her eyes roll back and she gets wetter than ever.
Even though it’s strictly roleplay, it seems the immoral feeling of incest feels even more intense because of it.
Since I felt the same way, I grabbed Natalia by the hair and thrust all the way in at once.
“Kh… how is it? Mom. How does it feel to be plowed by your son’s dick!”
“Oh-ugh, hugk…! Kgh-oh…! P-plow me more…! That wonderful dick…! Deeper, harder…!”
Well… I had a good time with Natalia like this during the day.
I didn't get to do any of the things I originally planned, but I can always do those later.
*
“Hmm…”
Late at night, I sat alone in the study and reopened the report Matthias had submitted.
「Merlin Cornelius.
Daughter of the former Chief Court Mage, Heinrich Cornelius von Nethesheim.
While her father was alive, she was an unrivaled honor student at the Imperial Magic Academy, but she has since dropped out and is currently associating with subversive groups.
The danger she poses is significant enough that the Judicial Ministry’s Security Bureau is keeping a close eye on her as a person of interest, but fortunately, she has not caused any major incidents…」
Below that text was a list of the "cute" crimes Merlin had committed.
‘Theft, distribution of stolen goods… Hah, wow. How did the daughter of the Archmage Marshal fall this far? Well… at least she hasn't committed any crimes like murder.’
If she were an ordinary person or an ordinary mage, she would have undergone re-socialization in prison long ago. Unfortunately, Merlin is the only daughter of the former and current Archmage Marshals.
Due to the innate privilege she was born with, the Security Bureau can only watch her and hasn't been able to take any real action.
They don't know what Irene might do if her daughter were to get hurt.
“Well, it’s still at a level where I can overlook it for now. Anyway… the problem is this subversive group Merlin is hanging out with.”
To put it simply, a "subversive group" just means thugs.
The kind of people who hide in dark, dirty alleys to pick the pockets of easy targets and occasionally get into fistfights… that sort of crowd.
Social outcasts, you could say.
‘The question is why Merlin is hanging out with guys like that…’
Fortunately, Matthias’s report also contained brief information about the gang of thugs Merlin was associating with.
The leader’s name was Adolf Goebbels…
He sounded like an extremely dangerous individual with two of the most dangerous names in the world combined, but fortunately, according to Valeria’s investigation, Adolf is just a common thug.
He’s not an art student, he has no combat experience, and he doesn't have a mustache.
“Still, seeing as he’s got Merlin under his thumb, it seems his silver tongue lives up to the name…”
Hmm, I wonder if it’s really that hard to seduce a bratty girl who’s just acting out because she didn't receive parental love.
‘Besides, hearing Irene’s story…’
It seems Merlin is selling off gold coins, jewelry stolen from the warehouse, and simple items left behind by her deceased father.
Because of that, she’s facing charges of theft and distribution of stolen goods… well, the theft must have happened elsewhere.
And it looks like this thug named Adolf is pocketing all that money.
“Hmph, sounds exactly like something a thug would do.”
Suddenly, the words Merlin left behind when we crossed paths the other day came to mind.
What did you do to my mom… She had definitely asked that.
No matter how much she says it’s disgusting or whatever, it means that deep down, she’s a daughter who worries about her mother and wants her mother’s love.
In that case, my job is to bring that daughter, who is shut away deep inside, out into the world and back to her mother.
And while I’m at it, I’ll deal with those thugs who are disturbing the peace of the holy Imperial Capital.
And I’ll also train that bratty gyaru elf bitch into my personal pussy.
“Good, there’s not a single thing to skip here.”
It’s best to finish this kind of work quickly without dragging it out.
That way, I can enjoy an elf mother-daughter bowl with the black and white elves as soon as possible.
“Right? Irene.”
Only then did I stroke the head of Irene, who had been sucking me off under the desk.
For Irene, who had come to see me in the middle of the night and was acting all hesitant, the perfect spot was right there under the study desk.
“Slurp, hmpf… yes… Master…”
“Hahaha, I don't recall telling you to call me Master.”
“I-I just wanted to call you that… Is there… another title… you’d prefer…?”
“Hmm… ‘Leon-nim’ like at first would be fine, but… how about calling me this?”
“Yes? What?”
“Try calling me ‘Honey.’”
“Th-that’s… I… can’t…”
What do you mean you can’t?
Fine, then shall I plow this widow elf all night long?
I immediately made Irene bend over and pulled out the anal plug I had kept inserted until now.
“Hugk…! Kgh…!”
“Relax.”
—Smack! Slap!
Turning her buttocks, which were as white as the moon outside the window, a bright red, I slowly shoved myself into Irene’s back-pussy.
Of course, Irene was startled, but…
“W-wait a moment…! N-not yet… kgh… oh…! Hi-hiik…!”
Like the perverted elf she was, the back-pussy insertion was a success on the first try.
Finally, grabbing a handful of her beautiful platinum blonde hair, I whispered into the panting Irene’s ear.
“I’m not stopping until you call me ‘Honey.’”
“Ugh… kgh… ugh…! N-no… way…!”
“Hahaha, let’s see how long you can hold out.”
I pulled my cock out all at once after thrusting it all the way in.
What was it Helena said? She said it felt like something enormous was suddenly being ripped out.
She added that it was an indescribable sense of liberation and pleasure, and that the strength completely drained from her legs in a merciless way.
From my perspective, it’s a pleasure I can never experience, but Irene, just as Helena described, didn't just collapse onto the floor…
—Pshhh…
“Ah, ah, ah… aaaah…!”
Her body trembled as she soaked not only herself but the surrounding area as well.
“My, my. To think the Archmage Marshal was such a pathetically slutty woman that she’d piss herself just from having her back-pussy poked once.”
“Hngh… hngh… n-no… I’m… not…”
“What do you mean no, you pervert who’s smiling even now.”
“Ah…? Smi-ling…?”
“Yeah, look in that mirror. Take a good look at what kind of expression you’re making right now.”
Surprisingly, Irene was indeed smiling.
Amazingly, this was all consensual play.
Irene was a total masochist, on par with or even worse than Helena.
She just hadn't realized it herself yet.
Therefore, while my actions now could be seen as training, I thought of it this way:
I was simply awakening Irene to her true self.
“How is it, the feeling of realizing your true self?”
As I gently stepped on her neat and lovely face, the Irene in the mirror showed an even brighter smile.
Eventually, to Irene, who was happily licking my toes, I asked one last time.
“Now, say it. Call me ‘Honey.’”
“…N-no way… hmpf… mwah, mwah…”
“Haha, why?”
“Slurp… because… if I call you ‘Honey’… you said you’d stop…”
“I knew it. You perverted elf bitch.”
I immediately took Irene to the bathroom.
No matter how much I enjoyed her, I didn't have a fetish for embracing a woman who had been rolling around on a floor she’d pissed on.
As we washed each other’s bodies with our own, we became entwined once more.
And finally, Irene…
“Honey, Honey! Honey…! Hon-eey…! Kgh-oh…! ♥”
With her crotch completely stained white, Irene fainted.
Since I got the word "Honey" out of Irene’s mouth, now I just need to hear "Daddy~" from Merlin.