The Emperor's Birthday Banquet (1)
It was a position we'd never tried before, so it felt unfamiliar.
Eirin seemed just as awkward. Clinging solely to me made it hard for her to respond to my cock properly.
But both of us were brimming with ripe lust. Instinctively, we found the ideal angle.
Eirin wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, leaning her upper body against me. I held her firm in the standing carry position, pressing her body close.
The back-and-forth motion resumed. Eirin entrusted every movement to me.
"Haht... Good... So gooood...♡ Like this...♡ Together...♡ Hn... Hiiihht...♡"
My cock stood rigidly vertical, making the position easier than expected. I gripped her ass with both arms, lifting and lowering her rhythmically.
Squelch-squelch—thrust-thrust—
Our bare genitals met without any contraceptive barrier. My raw cock plunged vertically into Eirin's pussy, stirring our arousal to new heights.
"Eek...!! Hn...!! Ahhh... Haang...♡ Haaang...!!"
A completely passive position where she surrendered everything to me. But it let her act spoiled toward me, which seemed to satisfy Eirin even more.
"Kiss meee...♡ Mmwah... Chuup...♡ Chuuupslurp..."
Cute yet seductive—a contradictory expression as she stuck out her tongue, demanding kisses between thrusts.
I soothed her slick tongue with mine, never letting my hips pause.
Our lewd fluids, love juices, and precum mixed into a sticky viscosity. The friction—neither too dry nor too slippery—drove my cock to ecstatic peaks.
Mmwah—she sealed her lips again. Eirin let out nonstop, cock-melting moans.
"Love it♡!! Young master...♡ Being held tight like this feels so good... Haaang.... Ahng...♡ Weird... I'm gonna cum, gonna cuuum!!"
Her thighs and ass clenched in my arms trembled faintly. My own base felt heavy and swollen—I was nearing my limit too.
But pushing to the final sprint in this position wouldn't let us savor the peak pleasure fully. I pulled out briefly.
I set Eirin down gently at the edge of the tub.
"Nooo!! Like this...!! More... More...!!"
Eirin must have loved the standing carry. It let her entrust everything to me and whine spoiledly, unlike usual.
But leaning diagonally against the tub still let her see my face. One more kiss to soothe her, and her expression lit up with ecstasy.
Arms spread wide, she pleaded.
"Hold me, young master...!! Cum together with Eirin...♡"
Seeing her so adorably needy, I couldn't hold back anymore. I pulled her upright into a tight embrace. She spread her legs to welcome me.
My cock slid back into her warm, dripping lewd pussy.
"Haht... Good...♡ So hot... Young master's cock is so hooot... Waaang!!!"
Our hips slammed together, producing wet, intense plap-plap sounds.
Finally, the last sprint.
"Cum inside meee♡!! Fill Eirin's pussy full!!"
Those words broke me. Eirin clenched harder as her climax hit. Our bare skin ground together; her pussy folds clung stickily to my cock, shattering the pleasure ceiling.
A chilling wave of ecstasy raced to my glans. Orgasm ignited. Eirin screamed too.
"Ahhh!! Cumming... Cummming!!"
Squirt-squirt-squirt—
The bottom grew drenched. Eirin squirted. I erupted into her depths simultaneously.
My tip pressed against her womb entrance. Torrents of white semen flooded in. My cock twitched wildly, unleashing an unbelievable volume.
"Haa... So warm...♡ Young master's baby batter...♡"
Eirin's face flushed in rapture—unbelievable for her usual stoic expression.
A rainbow of emotions melted across her beautiful features. As I withdrew, thick white cum drooled from her pussy lips.
As we savored the afterglow, Eirin murmured.
"Hold me once more..."
Her voice differed from before. Not the spoiled whine of post-sex haze.
The orgasm's echoes lingered, but this Eirin sounded clear-headed.
'And yet she's asking for more.'
The maid seeking to refill her desires amid this intimate mood. Not bad. I praised her with another tight hug.
She buried her blushing face in my chest.
***
The hectic weekdays passed.
I joined Combat Division training sporadically, but most time went to preparing the emperor's ice crystal statue.
Now it was Friday lunchtime.
In my atelier, the three of us inspected the completed ice crystal statue once more.
"It's perfect. Sculpting something like this from ice crystal... Even I can hardly believe it..."
Chloe spoke in an exhausted voice. She'd pulled an all-nighter with Eirin and me last night.
The fifth stage: finalizing the statue's intricate details—clothing folds, patterns, accessory sculptures. Based on Chloe's formulas, I'd refined every last bit.
'Just ordinary sculpting would've been easier.'
Unlike physical carving, ice crystal was a rare, special mineral. Shaping it by force was impossible.
We fluidized the surface alchemically, morphing its flow into the desired form.
Variables from fluid shifts. Precise spatial coordinates to position the crystal.
The final formulas grew more complex than I'd planned.
Of course, with an excellent human calculator, no issue. Chloe's help ensured perfection within error margins.
"You worked hard, Chloe. Without an alchemist of your caliber, those calculations would've taken far longer. This is thanks to you."
"Heehee. You're too kind."
She puffed up at my praise. Her formulas were indeed precise and elegant.
Building on them raised my Alchemy trait proficiency nonstop.
Just before the final touches last night, it evolved like this.
✦ View the world through an alchemist's eyes.
✦ Time required for multi-element attribute changes reduced.
The enhanced trait and Chloe's aid finished the statue before us. And Chloe wasn't the only one deserving praise.
"Eirin, you did great too."
"No, young master did far more than I..."
Between tasks, Eirin revised the fifth-stage sketches repeatedly.
Even with our alchemy, without her artistic sense, its value as artwork would've dropped a level.
The system-visible item grade and description emphasized its artistry.
Eirin bowed shyly at my praise. Except for last night with Chloe, she'd all-nightered with me nonstop.
Of course, she never skipped bathing service. Her face glowed brighter than usual.
'The opposite of Chloe.'
Chloe's gem-like red eyes had lost their luster, dark circles thick from all-night calculations.
Last night, leaving her for the all-nighter, she'd eyed me expectantly.
'I kept telling Eirin to rest in bed.'
While Eirin slept in the atelier's lounge, Chloe probably craved something intimate and naughty with me alone.
But no time. All three of us pushed through sleeplessly to finish.
"It was grueling work. But with this effort, His Majesty will surely be pleased. We pulled all-nighters for it— if only he recognizes that sincerity."
Chloe emphasized her contribution.
"Especially since I, the Alchemy Division's student rep, repeated those complex calculations all night. Right, Count Yulian?"
"I said you could go home first, but you insisted on staying."
I saw through her, refusing to play along.
"W-Well, true. But without me... maybe the statue wouldn't make tomorrow's banquet? Not just anyone could handle those calculations."
Not wrong. Without her last night, we might've needed another all-nighter.
'Can't have that.'
As Essenmont delegation head, I had palace etiquette, greetings to key houses—much to prepare today.
Chloe's help was invaluable.
"Want a reward?"
"Oh? No way. I helped to atone for my rudeness. I'm not that shameless."
Sitting opposite on the sofa, her gaze turned sticky. She licked her lips seductively. The lewd lady's lust had refilled.
'Making me owe her, huh.'
Too much for mere atonement. But she claimed no reward.
Subtly indebting me, then using it for more steamy sex. Sly as ever.
I had no intention of falling for it.
"No, you did too much. Borrowing a renowned alchemist for free demands compensation. Reinhardt honor demands it."
She looked almost disappointed at my offer. But perked at "reward."
"If you insist, refusing would be rude. What kind...?"
Her red eyes sparkled. She knew I wasn't the old wastrel. Intrigued.
"I know a fine artist. You probably do too."
"An artist?"
"Nobles in the capital are trending high-class paintings for their estates. Pricey commissions."
I slid Eirin's sketch toward her. Quick-witted Chloe caught on.
"No way? This maid? A sponsorship with Aiterne Merchant Group?"
I nodded. She'd seen Eirin's skill firsthand, working side-by-side.
"Intriguing. I was going to propose it myself... Great minds. Count, care to discuss details?"
Her sleepy eyes revived. Expected.
Eirin and Aiterne partnering? With noble painting trends, big profits.
'And huge gains for me.'
Like with Cecilia. Sponsoring her exclusively boosted my traits.
Eirin thriving as artist multiplied efficiency over my direct grinding.
'Aiterne's backing means recognition for Eirin. I can trust it.'
Clueless to my motives, Chloe beamed like she'd scored big.
"Passing such a prime contract my way. As expected of the count. Isn't this too generous for my help? So, like last time... name your desire. Heehee."
Her eyes dripped lust again. Eager for sex under the pretext.
"Desire? Nothing I need."
"Even something simple. Say... a luxury resort near the capital run by Aiterne. A 1-night, 2-day stay? I could guide you. Short carriage ride. If no partner, I'd gladly..."
I cut her obvious advance.
"No need for extravagance. Just one small favor."
To disappointed Chloe, I said.
"An invite to Pantheon's social club. That'd be perfect."
Her eyes reignited at "social club." After brief talk, we wrapped atelier business.
And Saturday arrived.
I entered the Imperial Palace with the ice crystal statue.