Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: Holy Academy Pantheon (1)
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"Chuuup... Chuuup... Chup..."
Lillia sucked only on the very tip of my glans with short, sharp pulls. Pleasure surged from the most sensitive part of my massive shaft, racing straight up to the top of my head in an instant.
My entire cock plunged into a swamp of ecstasy. The shaft, slathered in Lillia's lewd saliva. Her massive tits pressing firmly against both sides.
Just that pressure alone had made my lower belly feel heavy for quite some time now. The more I held back the urge to cum, the more the sexual pleasure doubled, so I was desperately enduring it.
Then Lillia suddenly assaulted the tip of my glans. Following her tit-fuck, her mouth—brimming with filthy fluids—wrapped mercilessly around the head.
My brain felt like it was melting from the overwhelming pleasure, my breath catching in my throat.
"Chuuup... Chwup... Chup..."
It had to be her first time with a glans-focused blowjob, yet she was impossibly skilled. Her tongue coiled around the head while her soft lips sucked it in.
It felt just like the narrow entrance to a thick, meaty pussy, teasing the tip in and out.
"Juuup. Juuup."
Lillia vacuumed hard with those pussy-mimicking lips, pulling and pushing on my glans. The control of intensity was perfect. That technique was shoving me right to the edge of climax.
And all the while, she ground her demonic tits mercilessly against my shaft. I was truly at my limit now.
"Princess Lillia... If we keep going like this, I'll end up cumming in your mouth..."
As if to say it was fine, Lillia sucked even harder on my glans. The pre-orgasmic ecstasy spread across my entire cock.
I couldn't hold back anymore and unleashed the dam of semen.
Splurt-splurt-spluuurt—
A massive torrent carried thick white fluid gushing out endlessly. Since Lillia only had the tip in her mouth, only some of it stayed inside.
Pop. My glans slipped free from her lips. My cock instantly coated Lillia's holy visage in sticky mess.
And still, the semen kept spurting, overflowing not just onto her face but across her benevolent breasts as well.
"My apologies... Princess Lillia..."
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
But Lillia brushed off the impropriety I'd committed on the imperial princess's face with a smile, as if nothing had happened. No, she beamed at me with a sun-like smile, as if praising me.
"You did great, Julian... Haa... You filled me up with such a sturdy baby-maker... Just as I imagined... So much..."
The way she said it was so gentle, she truly resembled a saintess. Though every line was utterly unbecoming of a promising holy priestess...
I quickly grabbed a towel and wiped the traces of my ejaculation from her. Between my efforts, Lillia slyly licked away the sticky semen clinging to her lips—a sight that was utterly seductive.
"A perfectly successful pre-sex practice, just as expected... With such a sturdy tool in your possession... You'll surely achieve a holy conception on our first night together... Wonderful... Haa..."
Lillia brimmed with maternal affection. Strangely, she fixated on certain words.
'She keeps saying "baby-maker" and "conception." Demonic princesses really are different.'
A holder of sturdy holy power capable of withstanding the Demon King's seed. A wide, childbearing pelvis. And those milk tanks that seemed ready to provide plenty without a wet nurse.
I wanted to pin her down right here and ram my cock mercilessly into her noble pussy.
Pump every last drop of my semen inside her, fulfilling Lillia's wish.
'But unfortunately, creampieing Lillia right now is off-limits.'
Unlike other noble ladies unburdened by chastity ideals, Lillia was the Third Imperial Princess, bearer of the empire's most noble bloodline.
Cumming inside her meant marrying her on the spot. And with that gentle smile, she'd undoubtedly push for the wedding immediately.
The Holy Empire's imperial family obsessed over first conception via virgin blood. Outside creampies or other contraception weren't even options.
'Damn it. I want to pound her pussy like crazy, but marrying Lillia now would mean... I couldn't stay at the academy.'
Both Lillia and I had every reason to remain at Pantheon. She needed to awaken as a saintess there, and I needed to unlock all my potential.
"Well then... A successful pre-sex practice. But future sessions... We'll gradually sync our mana and progress further..."
Lillia slipped back into her negligee.
"Let's end today's practice here. I satisfied you this time, so next time, you'll satisfy me, right Julian?"
"Of course."
Regrettably, today's session ended there. Lillia knelt on the bed for a moment. She laid my head on her thighs as I caught my breath from the afterglow.
A classic lap pillow. Even her thighs were incredibly smooth, as soft and plush as her massive tits.
"You worked hard, Julian."
She stroked my head lovingly, as if proud of her man. Truly a demonic princess...
In this moment, I couldn't believe Eirin's words about her being a politically savvy imperial princess.
"And as a man, it must be hard to hold back, right Julian? The ladies of Pantheon probably would have gone further to satisfy you even more."
Of course, not going all the way with Lillia was disappointing. But I feigned composure.
"No. We're pledged to a future together. As you said, we'll take time to grow familiar with each other's bodies..."
Lillia grabbed my hand.
"Exactly. But don't worry too much."
She leaned down, pressing her face to my ear. Her massive tits buried my face.
"Even if it's not that precious place inside me... My body has other spots to satisfy your magnificent tool."
What did she mean? It sounded suggestive. With words like that from Lillia, I could hope for more than just titfucks.
'Other places to satisfy my tool... Does she mean the spot I'm thinking of?'
Lillia chatted with me a bit longer before returning to the palace. We promised to meet next at Pantheon.
At last, the opening day of the Holy Academy Pantheon arrived.
Pantheon was located in the imperial capital, Teria, of course. Teria was a colossal city unmatched by any domain on the continent, based on its sheer scale alone.
Pantheon sat right at Teria's heart. It was a special academy built to honor the legacy of Saintess Agnes, the most revered figure in the empire.
Pantheon was a comprehensive education and training institution.
It functioned as a university-like higher education facility while also serving as a seminary to train holy priests.
Moreover, it doubled as an officer academy producing members for the Imperial Capital Guard, responsible for the capital's defense.
'That's the setup. Pantheon.'
Pantheon—its name literally meant "temple of all gods." A complex housing shrines to numerous deities.
True to its name, Pantheon was an academy with strong religious overtones. Every cadet was affiliated with one of the six major orders and required to receive holy priest ordination.
Hence its moniker: Holy Academy. No other title captured its essence better.
'Lillia was a holy priestess of Medica, goddess of medicine.'
But holy priestesses weren't limited to healers like Lillia.
The cadets I'd be with at Pantheon were knights, mages, healers, each with their specialized class—plus the rank of holy priest.
Yet the protagonist Julian hadn't received ordination from any order. Considering most cadets got theirs upon enrollment, it was quite unusual.
'Even though his birth mother was the Saintess of Loia, goddess of war.'
Of course, Julian's first year had been a wastrel's disaster, so failing ordination wasn't a good sign.
I finally arrived at Pantheon's gates in my private carriage. The entrance was magnificent from the start.
Two massive obelisks adorned with vivid reliefs of the gods served as the gates.
Cadets arriving by carriage passed straight between them, while others walked the sidewalks flanking the obelisks.
Eirin, riding with me, spoke up.
"You're not saying anything to them today, young master."
"Anything? What do I usually say?"
"That the sight of those lowly plebs walking through the gates is utterly ridiculous, didn't you?"
A haughty remark befitting wastrel Julian. In modern terms, it was like the difference between pedestrian students and those rolling up in luxury foreign cars bought by their parents.
"Walking is good for your health. Not bad at all."
"That's unexpected. You always said the sight of those insignificant commoners passing through Pantheon filled you with disgust and rage."
Hmm. Actually, those walking cadets felt more relatable. I'd been a carless pedestrian through all four years of college myself.
Pantheon admitted not just noble scions but talented, devout commoners too, per Saintess Agnes's will.
'And yet Julian went around saying the exact opposite of his mother's intentions.'
But I'd have to get used to this. Compared to the antics wastrel Julian pulled in his first year, remarks like this were tame.
I replied nonchalantly.
"Must be thanks to all the devoted care you've given me, Eirin. After cumming so much, maybe my head's cleared up."
"...You're incorrigible."
Eirin had come at me aggressively this morning too. Beyond her usual fellatio service, she'd tried seducing me with her whole body.
Probably wanted to ensure maximum post-nut clarity for me on opening day.
Of course, with my mind sharp, nothing beyond morning fellatio happened.
And since Princess Lillia visited my estate, Eirin had been... different. She clung to me more stickily during service.
'No way she's jealous of Princess Lillia. Eirin just does her maid duties to the best of her ability.'
As we chatted, the carriage pressed on. Its opulent exterior screamed whose it was.
Other carriages swerved left and right to avoid mine—a spectacular sight.
Finally passing the gates into Pantheon's campus, the carriage halted briefly.
I opened the front window and called to the coachman, Hans.
"What's the holdup, Hans?"
"Young master! Lady Chloe de Atern wishes to greet you."
Atern? A familiar name. After a moment's thought, I recalled the noble lady with that surname.
'Chloe de Atern.'
Pantheon's total cadets numbered over four digits. Narrowing to my second-year class reduced it, but still not small.
But as a game, Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire clearly distinguished main characters from side ones. Chloe de Atern was definitely main cast.
Especially as a priestess of Istia, goddess of alchemy—one of the six major gods—and a top alchemist rivaling the best in our year.
Plus, she was a marquess's daughter. House Atern held estates in the empire's central region, not far from the capital—a prestigious house.
Not quite on par with the imperial family or Reinhardts, but Chloe ranked at the top of the cadet hierarchy.
More importantly, she was a different breed from any woman I'd met since possessing this body.
'An alchemist with a deeply sinister interior.'
She perfectly fit the "villainess lady" archetype. Among the few Demon King Son players, she was dubbed "the psycho bitch."
'Get tangled with her, and you're fucked.'
I opened the carriage window, revealing Chloe beyond. Long silver hair gleaming in the morning sun. Ruby-red eyes sparkling. A face as white as first snow.
Outwardly, she was terrifyingly beautiful, like a living doll. She usually hid her face behind a black fan.
But before me, heir to the Border Count, she unveiled it. Our eyes met through the window, and she bowed in greeting.
"Glory to the lion's valor that tames the north winds. Chloe de Atern greets Lion Border Count Julian von Reinhardt."
Chloe said with a bright smile on her face.