Chapter 101
Chapter 101
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: The Snow Duke's Way of Loving? (3)
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Eris had once said it.
Any bitch who tries to seduce a man with her chest should be burned at the stake.
It was probably about Terra.
She had a habit of hugging everyone she liked with all her might.
Why was such a thought suddenly crossing my mind? Because Adella and Estelle were different in every way, yet shared a few similarities.
One of them was their method of seducing a man.
No foxy eye smiles, no deliberately delaying responses—just thrusting their chests forward.
A primitive, instinctive, yet somewhat embarrassing courtship gesture (??).
Adella doing it was one thing, but even Estelle, who had no trace of cuteness, pulling this off made me wonder if it was a peculiar habit of North Sea folk.
"Until the castle gate falls?"
"That's right."
"No matter what I do?"
"That's right. If you can manage it."
But her true nature didn't go anywhere, as Estelle soon pressed her lips to my neck.
Not lightly, but like she was biting down, even baring her teeth.
"Don't underestimate Roshiar. We're not flowers for a man like you to hold two in one hand."
How the hell did their parents ever get married?
Were they like this even as kids?
Does she cling to me this much, making it obvious how much she hates it, because Roshiar matters that much to her?
A stinging sensation came with a string of questions, but that wasn't the important thing right now.
"This is my domain, my fortress. If I wanted, you could be... mmph...!"
I lightly covered her chattering mouth.
Estelle's eyes slowly fluttered shut.
She's following the training perfectly.
The way she absorbed every action I'd done—like the kiss just moments ago elsewhere—stirred an unbearable lust with each sponge-like imitation.
The dissatisfied glance she shot before her eyelids fully closed.
The elbow I lifted slightly to make it easier for her to wrap around my waist.
Even her constant attempts to swallow her own saliva.
If the little sister tempted me with her occasional rational glimpses,
Then the older sister drove me mad by showing pure, animalistic allure.
The Roshiar ice sisters were definitely no ordinary pair.
That thought crossed my mind as our tongues intertwined.
"Haah... mmph... Still so rough...?"
Was it my imagination? Estelle, gazing up at me with hazy eyes, snapped back to reality as my hand rested on her chest, swallowing the saliva that had welled up in her throat.
Her impassive gaze dared me: Go ahead if you dare.
As I lightly gripped her breast, she calmly watched its shape change beneath the thin dress.
"Hard to breathe. It hurts, so don't squeeze so hard."
"Don't feel anything else?"
"Not really... hn... This much is worth it to see your flushed face."
Then I'll keep going.
I slipped my hand under her clothes and kneaded the massive breast, cupping it from below.
Soft and squishy, cold, and quite heavy.
Each time she conveyed displeasure, I kissed her, softening her reactions bit by bit.
As her breathing grew rougher and she pulled her lips away for a breath, I snuck a rub at her nipple.
Her body jerked sharply, her pupils trembling.
"Ah...?"
She looked down at her breast again through dilated pupils.
One shoulder strap had slipped down, her cleavage glistening lewdly with saliva.
Resistance to exposing herself? She casually pulled the strap back up with her hand.
But her nipple, brushing the thin fabric, was hardening enough to poke through visibly.
"Shall we sit and continue?"
"...Do as you like."
Standing was getting tiring.
The problem was there was no space here to sit or lie down.
But Estelle nonchalantly pointed to the large ice bed behind her.
"What, Louis? Do you want me to put out the fire like some virgin on her wedding night?"
"Lie on that? It's cold enough already—want to see me freeze into a popsicle?"
"Hah... Trembling at this little chill. How do you plan to survive in the North Sea?"
Me? In the North Sea? Why?
My home was the canteen, but Estelle was changing my residence so naturally.
With a flick of her finger, she pulled a Roshiar uniform coat from the wardrobe and elegantly spread it over the bed.
"Dirty it, and I'll kill you."
'It's probably gonna get dirty anyway.'
I had a lot to say, but anticipating her reaction soon, I quietly kissed her again.
She relaxed her legs and collapsed backward onto the bed.
'Sister... You really went and seduced Teacher...!'
Adella ground her teeth before the massive ice castle looming ahead.
The firmly shut gates emanated immense cold, as if rejecting any approach.
Thinking of the ordeals Louis must be facing inside boiled her anger automatically.
Crunch, crack, snap!
Frost formed at her feet just from standing.
But Adella knew well that merely scraping it off wasn't the solution anymore.
She closed her eyes and felt the ice.
Letting it wrap around her body, covering her entirely like ice.
A child born from the cold sea.
Roshiar blood beats in the heart, but above all, it's fiercely alive.
Whoosh. Her cold breath lingered in the air.
Her breath invisible gave her a spark of confidence.
'I can do it.'
She knew no theory.
No principles.
She desired only one thing.
She didn't want anyone taking Teacher from her.
Crunch—!!
Raising one hand, mana and crystals merged into a small form.
She desired only one thing.
A massive ice pick to shatter those thick gates.
"Sister..."
Holding the raging north wind sweeping Pharenchia in one hand, Adella shouted.
"If you flirt with Teacher, I'll kill you!!!"
Rumble—!!
The massive roar shaking the entire castle made Estelle lift her head.
Before her eyes, the familiar man looked down with a worried expression.
"Estelle, you okay?"
Okay? Why ask that?
"Did it feel that good...?"
"Feel? What are you... guh!?"
Suddenly, electricity crackled in her head, her vision shooting upward.
She bit her lip desperately before a moan escaped and checked her state, unable to continue.
Half-undressed clothes, coldly damp hair.
Above all, Louis's arm wedged between her legs, fondling her privates.
Her breathing ragged at its limit.
"I just rubbed a little—scared already? Want a kiss?"
"Y-You kiss without asking... so arrogant... haam...!"
Now he dominated her body naturally, without even asking.
In her hazy mind, she recalled her bold words earlier, lying on the bed.
—Mmph, look at your crotch bulging like you're in heat. Can't even hide that monstrosity through your clothes. Feels good against my cold hand? This size, those bulging veins... haa, like a beast.
—Like kissing? Sorry, I have no preference. But you seem to love it more, since twisting my nipple makes your tongue loll out. Fine... Better than seeing that happy face. Kiss me quick. Then I can close my eyes.
—My words are lewd? I'm just describing our state—getting aroused? Well, since I decided to seduce you, if you like it, I won't shut up. If you wanted a shy virgin for your first time, give up. Ah! Pleasure aside... emotions... haa...?
Memory blanked out for dozens of seconds after.
All she recalled was Louis pushing her down, his hand naturally stroking her navel and lower.
Her own hand groping his member in retaliation, continuing the kiss.
Probing her inner walls until finding one spot—probably near her thigh muscle—that reflexively clenched, and getting attacked there.
The one who had just called him a male beast was now letting out slutty aang, haaang! moans as lewd squelching filled the air.
Before she could dwell on that moment, she received more saliva, her peeled hood clit lightly crushed, tears streaming as she climaxed.
Finally pha! gasping for air, Louis demanded more.
Lift your skirt—he'd make it feel even better.
Her mind was clear.
Thus, her actions were decided.
Seduce him, unite with him, don't yield to him—accept and learn everything he did without restraint.
But—
It felt good, her body heating up, hot, experiencing physiological reactions firsthand—ununderstandable, thinking slowing, still no emotions—confusion, anger, humiliation, shame.
No love.
Because there was no love.
"Ngh..."
Only able to see the love he felt for her.
Estelle slowly lifted her skirt hem.
Exposing her legs, panties, belly; parting for his rough fingers to easily access her privates; ultimately permitting, as she'd said by the first campfire, all men desire: trampling the noble empress beneath.
And this was the result.
"Haah! D-Do you like it...? Ravaging my body as you wished... hii! Climaxing me, discarding authority and reason, licking greedily at the core of a woman with no emotions... ahuut...!"
"Yeah. Feels good."
"You bastard..."
"Don't get so mad. Or are you pretending?"
"I just think... ah! Delaying your scraping my sensitive insides... haaa!!!"
"Honest, huh? Not even hiding that. But sorry?"
"Ah, haaaang...!"
Her body twisted again, drenching his hand in fluids.
Her aroused body was honest.
Already tamed by his hand, even gasping, she clung tight for more warmth.
But her mind wasn't.
As the reason upholding her emotionless self crumbled bit by bit, the first change appeared—not in her, but around them.
Crack, craaack...!
Cracks in the ice castle startled me.
Moisture beaded on the ceiling and walls, dripping one by one.
"Hey, hey! Your magic's collapsing!"
"Hng! Don't... underestimate Roshiar...!"
"No, I never did! We're gonna get crushed!"
Craaack—!
Estelle, still lingering in afterglow, spat incoherent words.
Magic is maintained by the caster's mental strength, obviously.
But making her climax over and over had melted not just her frozen heart with warm affection—but the castle itself.
Thud!!
I swatted an falling ice chunk from above and hugged Estelle.
Wrapped her roughly in the coat-blanket and headed out.
"Agh... What idiot built this maze of a castle!"
Confused on direction, looking around—Adella's voice echoed from afar.
—This way, Teacher.
Boom!!
One wall crumbled, ice shards flying.
Adella stood beyond, staring our way.
Her hair flowing with restrained cold, her ice pick—always her staff—sharper and larger.
Her deepened eyes, awakened to unique magic, fixed on Estelle in my arms.
I saw the pick in her hand trembling like a jackhammer.
"Sister, let's talk."