Chapter 129
Chapter 129
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 129
Chapter Title: Wise Queen #4
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Swish, swish, swish.
Aira curled her hand in the air into a circle and moved it back and forth. It looked just like gripping a man's cock and stroking it up and down.
In fact, Aira was currently using telekinesis to grip my dick and stroke it back and forth.
The sensation of my cock being milked in empty air made lightning shoot from my tailbone all the way to the tips of my hair.
To think something like this existed in the world.
In all sorts of ways, the horizons of this new world were expanding.
"Does it feel good? Your face is so red."
"That's—."
Honestly, it felt good.
But it was like being turned into a stud horse forcibly milked for semen. No soft, warm exchange of body heat, no tender breaths—just mechanical extraction.
One wrong move, and my dick might get torn off by telekinesis, so I couldn't fully relax and enjoy it.
Better to cum quick.
To heighten the urge on purpose, I decided to seek out visual stimulation.
For a few minutes, I stared at Aira's breasts hidden by her underwear, her pale, slender thighs, letting the blood boil through my whole body.
"Urk."
Spurt, spurt, spurt.
Finally, my cock twitched in spasms and spat out semen. The force was so strong that it splattered all over Aira's body, which hovered in the air.
"Looks like it felt good."
Drip, drip.
My semen trailed long streaks down Aira's pale face, breasts, stomach, and thighs. Only then did she release my cock from her telekinetic grip.
Relief washed over me like a prisoner set free, but at the same time, tension gripped my heart—would she get angry about me dirtying her body with my cum?
Aira looked down at her semen-soaked form with impassive eyes and said,
"It's stickier than I thought."
She flicked her fingers, and the evil seeds staining her body vanished without a trace, perfectly clean.
As if they had never existed in the first place.
"Guess I should wash up now."
Her attitude was so crisp and without aftermath that it left me even more bewildered.
* * *
I washed Aira's hair and soaped up her body before rinsing her with water.
The task unfolded like an artist's sacred sculpting of a statue—no need for conversation or chit-chat.
"……."
"……."
I simply washed her in silence, and Aira accepted it as naturally as if I were a machine or a servant.
It felt like she was deliberately avoiding any mention of what had just happened.
Thinking back, Aira had always been like this.
Even when she made me lick the soap off her body.
Even when she slipped her hand into my pants in my room.
She'd always initiate something lewd first, then act like nothing happened once it was over—never even mentioning it.
If anything, it felt awkward, like she was conscious of it.
Like she was trying to hide it.
Hide?
Was Aira hiding something from me?
As my mind grew tangled, Aira spoke in a drowsy voice.
"Feels nice to be all clean."
"You might catch a cold—get under the warm blankets."
With her hair dried, Aira slipped into a white robe and nestled into the clean bedding. Her wide yawn suggested she was sleepy.
"Theo."
After an awkward stretch of silence, Aira called out to me.
"Do you have something to say?"
"Serve your queen with your usual sincerity and heart. Got it?"
"…Understood."
My response left a nagging unease.
Maybe because I had plenty hidden from her too—and she clearly had things she wasn't telling me.
It felt sticky, like we were both wearing masks, not showing our true feelings.
Suddenly, I wondered if this was the world Aira saw.
For someone like her, who could distinguish lies from truth, did she feel this suffocating wall between herself and everyone else—like always wearing a mask when dealing with people?
"Lady Aira."
"What is it?"
Good night.
That was the line I should have said.
It was time to let her sleep and for me to reflect alone on what had just happened.
But what came out of my mouth was different.
"Would you like to take a walk together? The air's fresh after the rain."
"You're extra clingy today, Theo."
"Clingy?"
"It's not like you to ask me for all sorts of things. Is there something you want to say but can't, so you're hiding it?"
Swish.
Aira reached out toward my face. My shoulders instinctively flinched, recalling when Mirna pinched my cheek.
Rustle, rustle.
But Aira just gently stroked my cheek with her hand.
Come to think of it, she'd never pinched my cheeks or flicked my forehead like the other young ladies.
Always just stroking like this.
A bit unexpected.
Feeling the warmth of her palm, I bowed my head.
"I shouldn't have asked when you need rest. Pretend I never said it. Good night."
"No. Let's walk a bit."
Aira draped a robe resembling a coat over her gown. I walked with her along the strolling path near the Single Numbers dorms.
The neatly paved pedestrian trail gave a quiet, elegant vibe. Maybe buoyed by the rare night stroll, Aira chattered away first.
"So when I ate the cake my sister made, all my brothers said it was delicious. It was actually super salty because she swapped the salt and sugar."
"I see. Quite the amusing story."
Honestly, they were throwaway anecdotes. So I just nodded along as she talked.
Shouldn't have suggested the walk.
It only added to the awkwardness—a choice I regretted a little.
Still, one thing was clear: since coming to the Ark, Aira's personality had brightened and cheered up more than ever.
Unlike her hysterical throne days, strolling the Ark paths, she felt like a pure, innocent princess.
"Lady Aira. Are you enjoying life at the Ark?"
"Yeah, it feels like a vacation—so fun."
Her answer was strikingly honest.
I hadn't expected such frankness, leaving me utterly flustered. She really was enjoying herself lately.
Instead, Aira asked me.
"What about you, Theo? Having fun?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, back at court, you always had that furrowed brow."
"Well—."
Well, there were a lot of things to worry about.
But now she asks if I'm enjoying myself. I hadn't even thought about my own fun, and it clogged my words.
Definitely better than before.
No need to fret over rebellions, no anxiety over an angry Aira lopping off heads.
The only issue was somehow seducing Aira.
What I felt today: the gap between us was overwhelmingly vast—I had no clue how to approach it.
"Hey, you two. What're you doing out so late?"
Then someone called out to us.
It was Elga, thighs fully exposed in long training pants hiked up to her neck, jogging along.
"Oh, it's Elga."
"Aira, what's up with you walking around this late? You always crash early."
"Theo wanted a walk today."
"A walk?"
"Yeah, and we checked out Theo's tail too."
"Tail? What tail?"
Elga eyed me with narrowed eyes. Her blue gaze seemed to say, "What scheme are you cooking up now?"
"Haa—awn."
Aira parted her lips slightly. A yawn.
"Hearing you talk, Elga, makes me sleepy. Time to head in and sleep. Theo, see me back."
"Understood."
I escorted Aira to her room. Only after watching her slip into bed did I close the door and turn around.
Elga stood there, feigning an angry glare at me.
"A walk with Aira? What's your game?"
"Game?"
"You aren't—."
She started to say something but clamped her mouth shut. Uncharacteristic for Elga to cut off mid-sentence, so I prodded back.
"Aren't what?"
Urged to spit it out, Elga glanced around reluctantly and whispered so only I could hear.
"You're not after Aira too, are you?"
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
"Right? Even you wouldn't be that insane. Aira's crazy, you know. Not normal."
Elga, the Lioness lady, twirled her finger by her head.
To badmouth her cousin the queen behind her back.
Looks like Elga knew Aira wasn't right in the head too, even if unspoken.
"Probably went mad becoming an archmage. They say mages breaking the 6th Circle see some 'Gate of Truth' and lose their minds."
"Hmm."
I'd heard that before. The Ark council's black mage grandpa hit 6th Circle and went nuts too.
Suddenly, fear hit me.
What if I go mad breaking the 6th too?
Brr, chills creeping up my back as Elga crossed her arms and hummed.
"Still, lately Aira's changed a lot from before. Calmer personality, chats with me fine."
"You think Lady Aira's different too, Lady Elga?"
"Yeah. But thinking back, she was always like that originally. Just got withdrawn after her siblings' accident."
"Ah."
Elga seemed to know Aira from her princess days.
"What was Lady Aira like as a princess?"
"She got pampered everywhere. So cute, like a doll trotting after her sisters, holding hands—."
She seemed about to say more, then shut her mouth.
Elga's brow furrowed deeply, and she growled at me.
"Hey, Theo Gospel. Why're you curious about Aira's princess days?"
"No, just—. As a loyal subject of the kingdom—."
"You're flustered right now."
After that, I had to sweat bullets convincing Elga. Maybe say I went to her room and massaged her hard.
Halfway, the mood turned lewd, and with her dolphin pants and panties yanked down, I thrust in my front tail as a bonus.
"Hey, who said you could—! Hnng, ungh…! Ahng…!"
Elga pretended to hate it at first, but against my rear pounding, she just clutched the bedsheets and hiked her ass up.
After one creampie, stroking her hair soothed her recent sulkiness into something softer.
"…Well, yeah, unless you're crazy, you wouldn't go after Aira. Hoo—."
Truth was, Elga didn't seriously think a fallen noble slave like me would target Queen Aira.
She was just sulking that I showed interest in another girl. Women's hearts are tricky.
"So, what's that? Looks handy."
As I hiked up my pants, Elga eyed the magic scroll on my waist. So I chattered about today's events.
Chatter, chatter.
"You caught a Hercules hornet? Not bad? Those things nest near Borja too—tough to exterminate."
The Hercules hornets I'd fought were infamous pests, apparently.
Elga seemed skeptical at first but grudgingly accepted my vivid description.
"Aren't you growing too fast? Not long ago, you couldn't cast a single spell without whining."
Suspicious of my rapid growth? Fair enough—Aira said it was rare even in the Ark.
"Probably because I'm half-fairy."
"Oh."
I brushed it off vaguely, and Elga nodded like, "Makes sense." Then, as if remembering,
"Oh yeah, the Ark council geezers were looking for you. Today with the entrance screening mess, I talked to the council."
"The council geezers—you mean the Highroad sages?"
The archmages from orientation came to mind. They'd asked for magic research help post-enrollment, but no contact—I'd forgotten.
Elga elaborated.
"Remember when we took down Professor Ballan? Turns out he was a puppet controlled by some Demon King's spell. They wanna talk about it."
"I see."
"I don't know details. Something about Ballan snapping out of it. Anyway, I told 'em."
Professor Ballan, huh.
Good timing. I had questions for him too.