Chapter 115
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: The Direct Line's Dick is Incredible (3)
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My father...
The rebellion of Pabolie's Mets branch had been a resounding success.
Father had rallied the collateral lines and launched a surprise assault on the main family's estate, severing the heads of countless direct descendants.
I was still too young to join the fray, but I thought it was righteous vengeance.
After all, we'd been taught from childhood that the collateral lines were discriminated against by the direct ones.
A few months after the collaterals seized the main estate...
The direct descendants struck back with their revenge.
We'd let our guard down.
Having lost most of their forces in that first ambush, we figured they'd be crushed soon enough.
...But the direct descendants came fully prepared, showing us exactly why they held that status.
"Gaaah!"
"Don't let a single one escape!"
Screams tearing through the air, roars, the metallic tang of blood stinging my nostrils, explosions.
Alone in my room, I gripped my dagger and stared at the door, taking it all in.
Thud—!
Finally, the direct descendants reached my door.
"She's here! Found Mets' daughter!"
A man spotted me through the splintered door and shouted.
Boom—!
It was a pretty sturdy door, but against an assault like this, it might as well have been paper.
"Raaah!"
The moment it shattered, I steeled myself for death and swung my dagger at the man.
And just like that, without even grazing his clothes, I was subdued.
"Let... Let go!...!"
"Stay still! Actually, no need for that."
The man clamped one hand around my throat while drawing an axe with the other.
"I'm not gonna kill you quick. First, I'll chop off your limbs..."
There was no chance of survival.
Just as we'd swung our blades at them, it was only natural they'd do the same to us.
That's what I thought—
Until.
"Hiven, stop!"
A miracle appeared.
"Lady Kiara! This is that filthy Mets' bloodline! We can't let her live!"
"I'm telling you to stop! Mets himself, maybe—but what's this kid done wrong? She's just a child!"
"But...! Gaaah!"
While he argued with Lady Kiara, I bit his hand and broke free.
I tried to flee, but with her blocking the entrance, I could only grab my dagger and back away.
"You damn brat..!"
"Hiven!"
Lady Kiara stopped the charging man and approached.
Child me swung the dagger wildly and yelled.
"Kill me if you want! I'm not scared of dying at all!"
"Oh? Pretty bold for a little girl. Me, I'm terrified of death."
She smirked at my cheeky words.
"Come on, I won't kill you. Put that down."
"Liar! Dad said all direct Pabolies are liars!"
"Then I'm fine. I abandoned the Pabolie name."
I blinked, not understanding, and she pinned me down.
"Eek! See... Liar...! Then kill me!"
"I said I won't... I have a son your age. How could I?"
"Lady Kiara!"
"Enough. Step aside. I'm taking her outside."
That's when my shadow twitched—and a blade shot out.
Stab—
The blade from the shadow pierced my chest, then stabbed into Lady Kiara's gut.
"...Huh?"
The moment I realized I'd been stabbed, she clutched her stomach and collapsed.
Father crawled from the shadow, retracting the blade, and shouted.
"...I did it! Took down Kiara!"
"How could a collateral use 'Shadow'... Gaaah...!"
"So arrogant! How long did you think 'Shadow' was exclusive to direct blood?!"
Father wildly swung his sword, not sparing a glance at me on the floor.
'It hurts... hurts... hurts hurts hurts.'
That was the first time I truly faced death.
...Not scared of dying? What arrogant nonsense from someone who'd never come close.
"...Hic... Uhaha... Kch... Ah... Ah... Hurts!... Sob...! Hnng... D... Don't wanna... die..."
"...Haa... Miss..."
Lady Kiara crawled over, grabbed my hand with her bloodied one, and handed me a necklace.
"...Ngh... Huh?."
A faint light glowed from the necklace, and the pain vanished as my wound healed.
Even as a child, I sensed it was an invaluable treasure.
I pressed it to Lady Kiara's body, praying for the light.
"...Hic... Why... won't it heal?"
"...Sorry... miss... it's... one-use only..."
"...B-But... why... Why use it on me?!"
"...Haa... Dunno... Reminded me... of my son...?"
Her faint smile broke the dam, and tears poured out.
"...Snff... S-Sorry... I'm sorry... So sorry..."
"...It's... okay... More importantly... run... North side... fourth stairs... opens to... a secret room... only I know... hide there... and if you can... tell Eugene... I love him..."
Those were Lady Kiara's last words.
Unable to even properly deliver a final message to her son, all for saving someone like me.
"You filthy direct bastards! You've always done this! Discriminating against us collaterals with your lame excuses!"
"You madman! When did we ever—!"
"Shut up! I've heard the truth!"
I ignored Father's screams and ran desperately.
"She's fleeing! Grab her!"
"Don't let her escape!"
Claws scraped me, tore my clothes, even blades nicked me—but I didn't stop.
'North side fourth...! North fourth... F-Found it...!'
Reaching the secret space Lady Kiara mentioned, I clamped both hands over my mouth and curled up, terrified of making a sound.
'Please... please...'
I prayed no one would find me until it ended.
...Did my prayers reach the heavens?
No one found me until the civil war concluded.
No—not a soul survived.
Direct or collateral, anyone bearing the Pabolie name lay as charred corpses.
"..."
I couldn't even recognize Father.
Only the remnants of his burned clothes hinted at his identity.
The only intact body amid the fire's ruin was Lady Kiara's.
As if vowing to protect her corpse, several men had died surrounding her.
I knelt before her and apologized.
"S-Sorry... I'm sorry... So sorry..."
After endless apologies, I hoisted her body on my back and descended to make a grave.
A crude, sloppy mound—but the best I could do.
"...Haa... Haa..."
Only then did I realize I hadn't eaten or drunk in days.
I searched for water, but my wounds festered, exhaustion piled up—I couldn't move.
Leaning against her grave, eyes closing, my mind filled with one thought.
I want to live.
"...Oh? One more left, huh?"
A stranger's voice forced my eyes open to a beautiful devil with golden hair.
"...Yo"
My cracked voice barely formed words.
"...Hmm, can't hear you?"
"...P-Please... s-save... me..."
And so, I was taken in by Her Highness the Princess.
From that day, Pabolie Melphisa became a woman who would do anything to survive.
Trained to fear no pain, to throw away her life easily—but laughably, she craved survival above all.
Except one exception...
Eugene Calliope.
Death still terrified her, but if the young master wished it...
For him alone, she could offer her life.
'...St... still...'
She didn't want to die, so forgiveness would be nice.
"Come on, hurry up."
"Y-Young... master... Is this... really okay...?"
Even now, she sought his forgiveness.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
"S-Sorry!"
The young master's tastes were unique.
...Why watch her lift one leg like a dog to pee?
While still wearing pants, no less.
But his commands were absolute.
If he said do it, she did.
"Then... I'll go."
Good thing she couldn't control her expressions.
If she could, her face would be flushed with shame right now.
Shhh—
"...Hnn...!"
She felt the warmth trickling down her thigh, soaking her pants.
The young master looked down at her with utter disdain.
"...Smells like piss."
"Eek...! S-Sorry for the filthy stench! Please forgive me!"
Piss pooled on the floor, but she ignored it and slammed her forehead down.
"Eh, whatever. In exchange for forgiveness, wanna masturbate with your clothes on?"
"Yes! Understood!"
Masturbating fully clothed was a first.
"Hnn...! Ngh...!"
Naturally far less sensitive than direct touch, so her motions grew exaggerated.
Legs spread wide, bigger strokes than usual—shame swelled even more.
"Hnn... Ugh... Ngh..!"
...And pleasure scaled with the humiliation.
"Heuk..! Haa..!.. Hann..!.. Nngh..."
As climax neared, the young master pulled out his cock.
The scent alone, imprinted from days of pleasure, nearly pushed her over.
'...Mu... Must hold... back!'
Trained to never cum without permission, she endured desperately.
'...Hnn... On my... face...? B-But not even... touched...?'
His words exceeded her guesses.
"Suddenly gotta piss... No decent toilet around?"
His faint smirk told her exactly what he wanted.
"Hnn... Right here! Haa...! P-Please grace this lowly collateral with your piss!"
"Hmm? Doesn't peeing yourself bother you a bit?"
"...N-No! Thrilled to receive the direct line's piss…!"
"Really?"
"Hnn..! Yes! Please let me receive your piss, young master!"
Begging for piss felt like losing the last shred of human dignity—but her body thrilled more.
"Then cum while masturbating until I finish."
His beaming smile.
Still humiliating, but doable.
"U-Understood!"
But...
"Hnn... Ngh... Ugh.."
She waited.
"Haaah♥ Ngh... Y-Young... master...."
And waited.
"Haa..♥ Kgh.. Can't... anymore...♥ P-Please... I beg... you.."
He didn't piss.
"Haa..♥ Snff..♥. Ngh..♥ Ah...♥.. Ah...♥ Nngh..♥"
This good and can't cum?
On the verge of madness from unreachable ecstasy—
Shhh—
Finally, the young master bestowed his holy water.
"Hkguh♥ Keeeeek!!♥"
Filth? Didn't cross her mind.
Only the joy of release filled her head.
Hips bucked wildly, body convulsed.
"Haak..♥ Hn..♥ Ngh♥.. Ha...♥ Hehe..♥ Hnng!"
First time masturbating to such bliss, but his command continued.
"Now, without stopping, masturbate and cum three more times like that."
This peak alone might knock her out—but her response was set.
"Keeeeek♥... Yesss!.. Th-Three...♥ more...♥ c-cums... coming..!♥"