Chapter 111
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: The Feast of the Sun and Moon (5)
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"...I'm just grateful I can serve you, Master. If you'd refused... I would've..."
Lucia trailed off mid-sentence.
Her unspoken words nagged at me, but it felt safer not to pry.
"...Then let me serve you, Master..."
Lucia approached with vacant eyes, then gripped my pants in her teeth and tugged them down.
"...Hehe... even Master's cock was looking forward to this..."
She seemed delighted by my erection.
Lucia stroked the shaft a few times before opening her mouth wide and swallowing it down to the root in one go.
"...Guh...! Ngh.. Guh.. Kegh...!"
Despite the agony of her throat constricting and the urge to gag, she didn't stop moving.
"Kgh... Ngh!... Guh..! Hrrkgh!"
If anything, she thrust even deeper and faster.
"..."
Lucia held her breath to the point where I worried for her life.
Today, more than usual, she treated her body like a mere tool.
"Kehgh...! Ghk.. Guh.. Khrgh...!"
The fear that she might choke gripped me, yet the forbidden pleasure of using a woman like an object skyrocketed my urge to release.
"...!"
Sensing my cock twitching, she pulled it out of her mouth.
"...Kehgh..! Guh..! Haa.. Haa... Not yet, Master. Please wait just a little longer."
She wiped the drool from her chin with the back of her hand, then grabbed a bottle of oil and poured it over her head.
No, "poured" was more accurate than "applied."
"...Now I'm ready."
She emptied the entire bottle, her slick, oil-soaked hair enveloping my cock.
"...Ngh."
A sudden moan escaped me from the unfamiliar sensation.
Seeing this, Lucia's lips curved upward.
"It's okay... Lucia belongs to Master... Don't hold back... Make all the noise you want..."
Smooth— Smooth—
Her already silky hair, now slick with oil, felt like silver silk wrapped around my shaft.
"...I wanted to do this in the carriage, but I fell asleep... Sorry..."
Her beautiful locks clung to my precum, getting filthy.
'Dangerous!'
I was already on the edge from her deepthroat, and the depraved thrill of defiling something pure pushed me over.
"...I'm cumming... Lucia.."
"Yes..! Cum for me.. Stain Lucia's worthless hair with your seed, Master..."
Her hands sped to their limit, and suddenly my vision went white as ecstasy exploded.
Spurt—! Spurt—!
Days' worth of pent-up cum sprayed onto Lucia's hair.
"..Hnnngh..."
She combed her cum-drenched hair with her fingers, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply.
"...Haa... Master's... scent... Thank you."
Her face enraptured, she expressed her gratitude before slipping her cum-coated fingers into her mouth.
"Slurp... Ha... Master's... cum... so delicious.."
After releasing once, my head cleared a bit.
'...This is getting dangerous...'
In my planned scenario, Her Highness the Princess must never learn of my relationship with Lucia.
Checking the time, shift change was imminent.
If I sent her now, we might avoid detection.
"...Lucia. Go back now."
"...Eh...?"
Tears suddenly streamed down her face.
"N-No... If you abandon me again this time too..."
"...What are you talking about?"
"...B-But... If you go to Her Highness again, then I...!"
She clung to my arm, sobbing, but I felt utterly wronged.
'When did I ever do that!'
To reiterate, I'd played Academy's Tamer countless times, but I'd never once conquered the princess.
Not even close—I avoided her entirely.
Why bother with a walking bad end?
'...Did she have a nightmare or something?'
Nothing else came to mind.
Normally, Lucia wouldn't break down over a mere nightmare.
But lately, and during the inter-academy matches too, her hostility toward the princess was unnaturally intense—perhaps due to memories from my first playthrough.
Her obsession with me and enmity toward the princess.
And she'd seen me seemingly choosing the princess over her.
On top of that, a nightmare of abandonment—it seemed to have snapped her reason.
'This is insane.'
Could bad luck stack this high?
I let out a short sigh, then pinned a resisting Lucia against the wall and stole her lips.
"....Mmph... Hnngh... Mmph... Puhah... M-Master..?"
"Shut up."
"Hnn... Khk..."
Unable to reply to my command, she just nodded tearfully, looking utterly adorable...
But now wasn't the time to show it.
"...I'll say this once, so listen carefully."
"Hic... Sniff..."
"Lucia. In my eyes, you're more beautiful than anyone. Always have been, always will be. So stop crying and go back now."
"...M-Master.... Hic... Y-Yes... S-Sorry."
I'd told her to stop crying, but she burst into fresh tears.
"...Sniff! Didn't I say stop crying? We'll talk later. Shift change is soon. Back to your room, now!"
"...Hic... Yes, Master... Pardon me."
She bowed deeply and quietly left. I collapsed onto the bed with a long sigh.
"...I'm dead."
The next day, I was summoned to Liana's room.
Not a drawing room, but her bedroom—classic Liana.
'...Here goes.'
Steeling myself, I knocked on the ornate door.
"...Your Highness, it's Eugene Calliope."
"Yes! Come in! I've been waiting!"
Before I could open it, Her Highness flung the door wide herself.
The room was decked in gold and red— a mix of cheap trinkets and luxuries, clearly handpicked by Liana.
"Perfect timing! Absolutely perfect! Ah! Eugene, sit there."
As I sat, she beamed.
"What do you think? Isn't my room pretty? You're the first man to step inside, Eugene."
"...An honor, Your Highness."
"Hmm~. Your face doesn't look honored at all?"
"Not true. I'm trembling with emotion."
"Hee, really? Good then."
Liana nodded, arms crossed.
"So, to what do I owe the summons?"
"Hmm, do I need a reason to call you? Can't I just want to get closer?"
She pouted and turned her head slightly—like a sulky girl—but unfortunately, I knew her true nature.
"Your Highness, forgive me, but no need to waste time on probing like this."
"...Hmm, is that so?"
Her aura shifted in an instant.
Like a viper coiled around my neck.
My fingers and toes stiffened.
"Then answer my questions. Will you?"
Similar to yesterday's "Will you answer?", but unmistakably different.
That was a suggestion; this was an order.
I nodded slowly.
"Good boy. So, Eugene. How did you know?"
Liana pressed with a bright smile.
As expected, starting with my ploy against her at the academy.
"...It wasn't certain."
Pretending ignorance here would backfire.
She'd see me as a fool who couldn't even grasp the conversation.
And then?...
No need to spell it out.
"You said it pretty confidently for a guess."
"Even if wrong, acting like I had a backup keeps the opponent in check, doesn't it?"
"...Hmm, fair enough. Fine! I'll let that slide!"
She pressed her fingertips together and smiled radiantly, like a blooming rose.
"But not this. I'm curious how you pieced together that I was hiding something."
I closed my eyes, reorganizing my thoughts.
This was crucial.
Reveal enough to intrigue her without raising suspicion.
Opening my eyes, I spoke deliberately.
"...'Observation.'"
"Hmm, unsatisfying answer. My acting wasn't that sloppy."
"I didn't say I saw it. I said observation."
Liana furrowed her brows, puzzled. I smiled leisurely and continued.
"Observation combines every gesture, hand movement, glance, tone. For instance, Your Highness pressing your fingertips like that signals confidence in controlling the situation no matter what. Adding up these details led me to conclude: 'Her Highness is hiding something.'"
Of course, total bullshit.
I'd tailored it to her personality after the fact.
But a clumsy lie is worse than none—a bold one has better odds.
"Hmm...'Observation'... Like honed 'intuition' through effort and practice."
She tapped her red lips thoughtfully.
"Fine! If your 'observation' rivals big brother's 'intuition,' it makes sense!"
The viper uncoiled from my neck.
I swallowed a sigh of relief.
...I'd passed her test, somehow.
"Appetizers over. Now the main course! So, Eugene. What did you and big brother talk about yesterday?"
Her lips smiled, but her eyes didn't.
I could fabricate something...
...But no lies from me.
"We talked about Your Highness."
My declaration of war against Liana had begun.