Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Preparations for the Military Parade (1)
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“Hic...”
Eirin had already experienced this vicious, massive cock before. But its outrageous size showed no signs of diminishing.
And unlike usual, I was incredibly aroused, thrusting my dick mercilessly and relentlessly into her pussy.
“Haaah... Young Master...”
Her plump ass twitched from the pain of accommodating it. The way it jutted out sharply in her high heels only accentuated the sight.
Eirin's moans came one after another.
“Hng...”
Since I was pounding into her from behind, it felt like my cock was plunging even deeper. The tip of my glans quickly brushed against her womb. That stimulating sensation at the base sent shivers down my spine.
Eirin, on the other hand, let out cries of pain from the foreign pressure against spots she normally couldn't feel.
“Ngh...”
But the pain was fleeting.
“Hnnng...”
Her pussy was already drenched with far more juice than usual, slick and ready. She quickly grew accustomed to the pleasure of taking my cock.
The tight squeeze gripping my glans and shaft was, as expected, second to none.
Yet the inner walls of her pussy felt even smoother and silkier than before.
“Huuu... Huuu...”
Eirin struggled to catch her breath. Her pussy truly was a gem among gems. My cock curved upward, so the sensations inside her felt inverted compared to usual.
But even in that brief moment, her narrow pussy reshaped itself, coiling wildly around my shaft.
Just that feeling alone made goosebumps erupt across my skin. I doubted any other woman could provide this sensation.
I wanted to beg her to have sex with me for life right then and there. But this level of pleasure was merely the appetizer for what was to come.
“How does it feel, taking me like a bitch in heat? Sticking your ass out so lewdly for me.”
“Huu... Huu... Young Master... that's not...”
“Still holding back? Then let me make you feel it.”
I gripped her luscious ass cheeks firmly with both palms. Then I began slowly moving my hips.
My springy cock repeated its back-and-forth motion deep inside her.
“Hnng!”
As soon as the movement started, Eirin reacted instantly. Her sharp moans spilled out uncontrollably once more. My swollen shaft filled her soaked cavern completely.
“Haaang... Haaang...”
I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting. At first, despite her incredible tightness, the flood of her juices made insertion surprisingly slippery.
But as her hole and my cock synced up, the slick fluids grew thicker, turning the sensation into pure bliss.
Chwap- Chwap- Chwap-
The warmth hotter than body temperature squeezed me so pleasurably. Our sexes devoured each other, producing obscene sounds.
“Haaah... Nngh...”
With every thrust in and out, her pussy lips clung stickily to my shaft, only to be pulled back in lewdly. Spreading her cheeks apart revealed her pink anus twitching just above my cock.
A light touch with my fingertip made her back arch like a bow.
“Hnnng? Young Master... that's a dirty place...”
She seemed deeply embarrassed.
Eirin must be sensitive there too.
It felt like every secret spot on her was packed with erogenous zones.
Someday... I want to conquer that too.
But anal pleasure might be too advanced for Eirin, who had only recently lost her virginity.
That area was still uncharted territory for me as well, so I focused solely on her pussy for now.
I twisted my hips and her ass slightly, searching for her sensitive inner walls.
“Aang... Haang!!”
Found it. I pistoned my hips busily, targeting that spot relentlessly with my glans.
The lower part of her inner wall that hadn't received my grace during missionary or cowgirl last time.
Even in the same pussy, the stimulation felt like a brand-new pleasure, making her body tremble violently.
“Haang... Ngaang... Aaaah...”
Now Eirin's moans were melting with wetness and coquettish whimpers.
Of course, a faint trace of her proud dignity still resisted, refusing to yield completely.
Her voice isn't quite overflowing with hearts yet...
But that elegant restraint—even as she surrendered to pleasure—only aroused me more. I thrust harder to break her down.
“Ahng... Aaang... Young Master... Ang... Haang... ♡.”
Finally, overwhelmed by the racing waves of ecstasy, Eirin fell. She was startled by her own sultry voice, one she couldn't believe came from her.
She hurriedly bit down on her dress again. But even with fabric in her mouth, she couldn't fully stifle the high-pitched moans from the surging pleasure.
“Hngp... Hngp...”
I busily fondled her breasts as well, without stopping my pistoning.
Her back arched like a bow once more.
Eirin wasn't fully naked. Her soft skin peeked through the erotic dress, now flushed with the heat of pleasure.
The fitting room filled with moisture and sticky breaths. Still, Eirin desperately tried to suppress her moans, laced with her own joy.
Chaap- Chaap- Chaap-
But she couldn't silence the wet friction of our colliding sexes. I didn't pause my hips for a second.
This was a sealed space, but people were outside. I didn't care, but that forbidden thrill undoubtedly stimulated Eirin more than usual.
Our pleasure was reaching its peak.
Growing accustomed to this position, Eirin gripped my cock even tighter. The incomparable bliss—far beyond masturbation or fleshlights—built my ejaculation urge rapidly.
I had no intention of holding back. The raw sensation of her pussy on my bare cock was too electrifying.
“Hngp!! Hngh!! Nngh... Hnnngh...”
Even her naked body trembled noticeably more. We were both on the verge of climax.
I gripped her ass harder and sprinted to the finish.
“Hngk!! Hngp... Hnnngh...”
Overcome by the ecstasy of climax, Eirin's strength gave out. She lost her desperate hold on the dress in her mouth.
“Ngaaaang!! ♡!! This... Young Master...♡... Haaaang!!”
“Here it comes! Eirin!”
Her cries were squeezed out like her very breath. My mind went blank in the ultimate peak of ejaculation.
Spurt- Spurt- Spurt-
In that stacked position from behind, I unleashed thick white fluid deep inside her.
“Haa... Haa... Haa...”
Eirin's dazed breaths carried a sweet, musky scent. I pulled her weakening body into a tight embrace from behind.
We clung to each other until the overheated air in the fitting room cooled.
With that, I wrapped up all my business in Reinhime.
The acts with Eirin in the carriage and fitting room felt like a dream.
A perfect sense of accomplishment, as if I'd fulfilled every male fantasy. My cock felt like a battle-hardened veteran that had conquered countless fields.
But I was back in the harsh reality of Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire. Time to snap out of it.
Back at the Border Count's mansion, I sat at the table reviewing the magic portraits from Reinhime. Five in total, and as the artist promised, they were satisfactory. They looked like Western models from a men's fashion magazine—even though they were of me.
“Lillia the princess should like these.”
With just a little grooming, this handsome face made any dad-bod a non-issue. I couldn't believe Julian had a complex about his looks.
His pudgy belly could pass as endearing with a face like this.
Even just a proper shave would make him incomparable to my pre-possession self.
Well, I had no plans to waste this face going forward, so it was all good.
Returning to Pantheon like this...
I wanted to dive into a chaotic mess of fun with those holy, noble noble ladies right away.
But first, I had to clear the major hurdle: the Military Parade.
“Eirin, enclose these magic portraits with a letter and send them to the imperial palace.”
“Understood, Young Master.”
“Also, tell the head butler I'll attend breakfast tomorrow morning. If he thinks I'm watching my figure and prepares too much food, assure him there's no need from now on.”
Eirin's eyes flickered subtly. She seemed to grasp my intentions.
“Understood. I'll do that.”
“Things will get busy for a while. And I'll need to rely on Lady Uriel quite a bit going forward, so it would be polite to inform the family head in advance.”
“Lady Uriel, you say?”
“Yes. She's handling escort duties well, but I need to ask her for more than that. The White Night Knights pledge loyalty solely to the family head. So, to move Uriel, I need his permission.”
Eirin's stoic expression wavered briefly.
“...Quite right. Even for you, Young Master, we can't casually command a member of the prideful White Night Knights.”
“Isn't that just common sense?”
“But you didn't before. And didn't you once order Lady Uriel to join in on our... playtime?”
“Did I? I suppose that happened.”
That upright Uriel endured such humiliation? 'Join the play' meant involving her in the lewd acts with Eirin.
Curiosity piqued, I subtly probed for details.
“Everyone in the mansion had to rush out to stop Lady Uriel from declaring she'd commit seppuku right there. Don't you remember? Later, even the family head came personally to apologize. It was a huge commotion.”
“Hmm... I see.”
From the sound of it, Julian hadn't actually laid hands on Uriel directly, at least.
Thank goodness.
White Night Knights were human weapons, monsters masters of mana-infused swordsmanship.
If she was driven to suicide, Julian's head could've flown.
On the flip side... her proven skill makes her perfect. To awaken my mana and prepare for the Military Parade, I need Uriel.
I had zero innate mana right now. I needed to awaken it from this blank state.
Luckily, Demon King's Son taught me an efficient Mana Stimulation method: direct sensory stimulation from a high-level mana user to introduce me to the mana world.
Uriel, a White Night Knight, was ideal.
If I can activate my mana... I'll wield mana swords, magic, everything later.
It was absurd for the Demon King's son to not cast a single spell. Activating mana would unlock magic.
In Demon King's Son, all mana-based powers stemmed from mana, converting to aura, magic power, holy power, etc.
So Julian's noble blood held potential for not just magic, but any class.
The game let you multiclass into mana knight, mage, holy priest, etc., with good training.
And another boon: the Reinhardt bloodline. I thought of Julian's grandfather, Wilhelm von Reinhardt.
Among the continent's elite White Night Knights—inhumanly skilled—he stood at the pinnacle of martial prowess: Lion Duke Wilhelm.
With that blood, I could master mana swords too.
As for Mother Saintess Agnes's blood... better to awaken that at the holy academy.
With constant religious activities there, prepping mana would make holy power easy.
I racked my brain busily to shed Julian's wastrel life quickly.
Imperial Capital Teria.
There stood the continent's grandest, most opulent palace: the Imperial Palace.
“Count Julian has sent a reply?”
“Yes, Your Highness Lillia. The Count enclosed a letter and magic portraits for the palace.”
Soft golden hair gleaming like it reflected the afternoon sun. Clear blue eyes like flawless gems.
Third Imperial Princess Lillia Ramir Asterik of the Holy Empire—known as the capital's treasure—smiled gently.
She was listening to a maid's report.
“Count Julian's magic portraits are sure to be a mess! That disheveled mop of hair and filthy beard—he must've posed like that!”
The maid ranted heatedly.
“If we glimpse that monstrosity and it taints Your Highness's pure serenity, it'd be a palace disaster. Shall I inspect and dispose of them discreetly?”
“No, nothing like that. They're from my fiancé, after all—I can't just discard them.”
“Still, Your Highness, that letter might contain vile curses again. Didn't that Count spew unspeakable filth at you even at Pantheon?”
Lillia gracefully raised a hand to calm the agitated maid.
“I'm fine. Count Julian hides his true feelings with harsh words out of shame. Now, hand me the envelope?”
Lillia took the envelope and carefully slit it open with a paper knife.