Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Third Imperial Princess Lillia (1)
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"Eirin?"
I was caught off guard by her bold surprise attack. But as soon as her lewd tongue wrapped around my glans, my mind went completely blank.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through the tip of my glans. My words caught in my throat. Then her tongue coiled down the shaft. Before long, my tyrant was drenched in Eirin's oral juices.
The sensation of my cock being drawn in was so overwhelming that I threw up my hands in surrender.
'If she's insisting on serving me... no need to refuse.'
In fact, today alone we'd already squeezed out five loads together. That's why I'd tried to turn down her service just moments ago...
But I'd been worked up thinking about Princess Lillia's generous bosom at the perfect moment. I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Slurp... schluurp..."
Eirin's prim mouth skillfully sucked on my massive rod. Then her slender fingers gently cupped my balls, caressing their surface with delicate strokes that felt almost bewitching.
It was just a blowjob, nothing more. But Eirin's technique far surpassed her still-limited experience with full sex.
She never let her teeth graze me, using only the moist warmth inside her mouth.
The way she mimicked a pussy with her mouth was so natural it made my hips buck with pleasure. My cock twitched uncontrollably.
"Schlurp— schlurp—"
A heated thrill spread across my glans and shaft. The sense of superiority and twisted dominance from being serviced by such a beautiful woman doubled the ecstasy.
I placed both hands on Eirin's black hair, urging her on. She instantly picked up on my intent and ramped up the vacuum suction of her mouth-pussy.
Even then, her elegant fingers never cut corners, stimulating both my cock and balls.
That luxurious symphony pushed my urge to cum to its peak in no time.
"Ngh... here it comes, Eirin!"
Finally, I blasted a thick load into her mouth. Gulp. As expected, Eirin swallowed my semen without a hint of hesitation.
"Schluuup... schluuup..."
She diligently worked her tongue to clean my cock spotless.
'Eirin really is the perfect maid.'
Just as she said, after unloading so much, my head felt refreshingly clear.
Once Eirin's simple ministrations were done, I decided to review my upcoming schedule again.
Pantheon's opening ceremony was three days after arriving in the capital. That left us with a few days to spare.
"Come to think of it, Eirin. Princess Lillia said she'd visit my mansion before classes start, right?"
Eirin reacted to my words. Her face, flushed red just moments ago, cooled instantly at the mention of Lillia.
"Princess Lillia... you mean? Yes. Her side contacted us before we left the Border Count's mansion."
I had a separate mansion near the capital's Pantheon Academy where I'd be staying. Once I arrived and sent word, Princess Lillia would visit before term began.
'Princess Lillia. I stopped things from hitting rock bottom with that letter and magic portrait last time...'
Still, their engagement hadn't exactly been smooth sailing lately. Julian had neglected her while living it up as a wastrel in the capital, from what I knew.
In fact, right after I possessed him, they were on the verge of breaking it off.
So this visit was surely her way of making a gesture to improve relations. I'd have to respond in kind.
'I told her in my letter that I'd do better from now on. Damn. Does that mean jumping straight into bed with that busty princess on first sight is off the table?'
She wasn't like other noble ladies—her status was on another level. From the etiquette books I'd read at the Border Count's mansion, the Holy Empire wasn't overly strict about chastity, even among noblewomen.
But a princess was different.
The imperial bloodline had a longstanding tradition: ensuring conception on the first experience to preserve the purest royal lineage.
'They say the imperial virgin blood carries sacred energy passed down from ancient times. Ridiculous, but...'
It sounded like utter nonsense to me. But imperial traditions were imperial traditions—what could I do? This was a fantasy isekai called Demon King's Son, so it might even be true.
More importantly, it meant no fun with that busty princess until marriage.
'No way in hell. Not even if the sky splits in two.'
If I followed Demon King's Son's story, the Ysland continent could perish anytime. I couldn't just wait around for the wedding.
Forget penetration— I at least wanted to feel that massive pair with my own hands. She probably wouldn't allow full nudity and skinship easily, but I wasn't giving up.
So, shaking her chastity stricter than Essemont's northern eternal snows—that was my top priority from here on out...
"...Young Master? Young Master?"
My mind had wandered farther than I realized.
'Damn. Not again.'
The Demon King's blood must have boiled over without me noticing. Ever since awakening his mana through Mana Stimulation, this happened often.
For example, this system alert.
Seducing attractive women like this seemed to be one of the Demon King's missions.
It was great for me, but I couldn't let myself get lost in sex alone. Especially not now, when I couldn't fully control the Demon King's demonic nature.
'To rein that in, I need the title "Son of the Saintess." Gotta unlock that quest soon.'
The Holy Ramir Empire's capital, Teria—also known as the Holy City. It housed not just the grand cathedral of the main god Zeddin, but those of his six chief subordinate deities.
Pantheon Academy stood out there especially.
All cadets received basic priest training, and most professors were high priests.
As the Demon King's son, I was marching into the enemy's heart. If my identity slipped, it'd be straight to a religious trial and the gallows.
Going back to Pantheon just for debauchery with noble ladies was too risky. But skipping it wasn't an option either.
From Demon King's Son's story, only Pantheon could unlock my full potential. Without it, I couldn't stop Ysland's foretold doom.
Fortunately, Pantheon had ways to hide my demonic nature—like the title "Son of the Saintess" I mentioned. It would grow stronger the more I entangled with Pantheon's noble ladies, who were all divine priests.
In other words, developing holy power to mask my demonic side.
"Are you alright, Young Master?"
"Eirin? I got lost in thought. Your service was just too blissful."
"...That's a naughty joke."
"Anyway, one thing I'm curious about. What do you make of Princess Lillia?"
"Princess Lillia?"
Since possessing this body, I'd learned something spending all this time with Eirin: she was no ordinary maid.
I felt it myself, and the way the mansion staff treated her confirmed it.
'She's Julian's age, but knows so much and thinks so quickly.'
Her eulogy at the military parade had stirred every attendee's blood.
So her take on Princess Lillia would be spot-on. Eirin answered.
"A brazen bitch with disgustingly huge cow udders..."
"Right, her udders like a cow... wait. Eirin, what did you say?"
"...Didn't you always say that yourself, Young Master?"
She tried to play it cool and deflect, but in that moment, her chill was unusually sharp—like it was her real opinion.
'Does Eirin hate the princess? No way. That angelic, compassionate busty princess...'
Eirin continued, her words coming faster than usual.
"And as the Third Princess of the Holy Ramir Empire. The light of Pantheon Academy. The holy princess who restores peace to the empire's subjects with a single smile. A healer of the goddess Medica, with skills surpassing holy priests, eyed as a future saintess candidate."
She rattled it off without a single pause, as if she never wanted to speak of Lillia again after that.
'Did something happen between Eirin and Princess Lillia? With that angelic busty princess?'
Considering their personalities, it seemed impossible. Maybe while cleaning up after wastrel Julian, she'd clashed with Lillia's maids.
I replied.
"Hrm. I know all that already. Anyone in the capital thinks the same of Princess Lillia."
"Then why ask me?"
"I wanted your perspective, Eirin. You have a good eye for people. Right?"
Her icy expression softened a bit at the praise. She liked it.
"You overrate this lowly maid. And that woman... no, Her Highness Lillia is clever."
"Clever?"
"Yes. Among all the noble scions at Pantheon, she has the sharpest political instincts."
"Political? What do you mean?"
"Princess Lillia turns every event at Pantheon to her advantage. She maintains that benevolent image, seemingly oblivious to the cutthroat struggles between royals and nobles. She does it skillfully without making enemies."
A political person? That was unexpected. I'd thought she was just endlessly kind and caring. Eirin went on.
"She even twisted your strained relationship into sympathy for herself. Overlooking your wastrel antics—no, your unseemly behavior—and forgiving them, crafting an image of boundless generosity at Pantheon."
Hrm. It was drifting further from the Princess Lillia I knew. No way. Not her, with those compassionate breasts... my favorite character.
"She also knows her place as Third Princess perfectly. Standing out too much would draw checks from her brother the Emperor and her married sisters. She navigates it cleverly."
"Hrm... Then maybe she never really wanted to break off our engagement? Our marriage would be a thorn in the other royals' sides."
Border Count heir and Third Princess—enough to irk the rest.
"She used that too. Emphasizing to everyone that you're a wastrel—no, unambitious, lost in unseemly acts and art. A princess that smart wouldn't toss a connection to a great duke and Border Count lightly."
"But didn't she send a warning letter about breaking it off recently?"
"That was because you... disrespected His Majesty at the year-end imperial ball. She couldn't ignore it publicly against his rage."
Julian had gotten blackout drunk and trashed the ballroom, I heard. A ball for the Emperor's birthday. If Princess Lillia hadn't vouched for him, it could've been a political disaster.
'Sigh. Apologizing first in that letter was the right call.'
Even hearing Eirin's assessment firsthand, I was half-doubting it. She spoke again.
"Still, her attitude toward you is genuinely favorable. She puts up with your open insults and rudeness in front of her. I'd suspect motives, but few could tolerate that."
Eirin fell silent briefly, as if pondering, then wrapped up.
"Considering your high status, a political fiancée isn't bad. Princess Lillia might even be the best match. For someone of that rank."
With that, she shut her mouth. She looked drained after speaking.
That's why I'd tried not to burden her with service—she must be tired from the long carriage ride.
Anyway, I'd judge Princess Lillia myself. I'd see her in a few days. And I couldn't easily abandon my fantasies about that busty princess.
Another day passed. I finally arrived in the Holy Empire's capital, Teria.
The Holy Ramir Empire's capital, Teria.
Winter's chill lingered despite March approaching. A young woman waited before a luxurious mansion in the capital.
"I'll inform Count Julian of Her Highness Lillia's arrival. She said you'd be greeted personally, so please wait a moment."
A butler bowed politely. Through the carriage window, a graceful golden-haired beauty was visible.
The Holy Empire's Third Princess, Lillia Ramir Asterik, had come to visit Julian's mansion.