Chapter 124. The Archmage Violetta's Breasts
"Ha!"
Violetta scoffed in disbelief.
"So you tripped and coincidentally ended up naked, then tripped again and coincidentally got inserted into her vagina... What kind of excuse is that? You know how ridiculous that sounds, don't you, Lucian?"
"..."
Lucian kept his mouth shut. There was no room for excuses—he had been caught red-handed.
Scattered blatantly across the bushes were the white bra and panties Catherine had hastily stripped off.
Catherine's face was as red as a ripe tomato, her hands covering her eyes as she stared at the ground, utterly speechless. She looked like she wanted to crawl into a mouse hole and disappear.
Violetta glanced at the terrified princess and chuckled warmly.
"Your Highness, don't worry too much. I'll take this secret to the grave."
"Violetta...!"
Catherine, who had been on the verge of tears, suddenly clung to Violetta's waist and let out a sigh of relief.
Lucian blinked in surprise. He had never seen the two interact much in the palace, but now it seemed the princess and the Archmage were quite close.
Violetta patted Catherine's back reassuringly before turning her gaze back to Lucian. Her slightly gleaming eyes held a cunning glint, as if she were calculating something.
"But there's one condition, Lucian. For you."
"What...?"
"You'll come to my research tower this afternoon. I'll tell you then."
Without giving him a chance to refuse, she turned and walked away.
As she retreated, the voluptuous sway of her ample hips beneath her loose robe was far more eye-catching than the casual wave of her hand.
Once Violetta had completely disappeared, a heavy silence settled over the garden.
"Count..."
Catherine called out to Lucian with reddened eyes.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Princess, I apologize. I lost control of myself like a beast after your kiss."
"No..."
Catherine shook her head. She picked up her discarded undergarments from the bushes and slowly approached him, taking his large hand in hers.
"Tonight... I'll come to your room."
She whispered this as she pressed her panties into his palm, folding his fingers tightly around them.
"..."
The soft silk and the damp warmth clinging to the fabric sent a lewd shiver through Lucian's hand. It was proof of her arousal, still soaked with her love juice from earlier.
Clutching only her bra, Catherine hurriedly fled the garden, her face burning.
Left alone, Lucian stood in the cool morning breeze as it tousled his disheveled hair.
In his hand was the princess's damp panties, and beneath his trousers, his frustrated desire throbbed angrily, still painfully erect.
'Haa... Today is going to be a long day.'
Lucian inhaled the scent of the wet silk and exhaled deeply under the lazy morning sun.
Afternoon. The top floor of the magic tower standing tall in a secluded corner of the palace.
When Lucian pushed open the firmly shut door, the thick scent of herbs and magic assaulted his nose.
"You came, Lucian?"
In the center of the room, on a plush velvet sofa, Violetta lounged lazily, a long pipe in one hand.
Her attire was shockingly inappropriate for someone of her title as Archmage. She wore nothing beneath her loose purple silk robe, which hung open to reveal her most prominent weapons—her enormous breasts, spilling out as if about to overflow.
With every movement, the heavy flesh swayed, her stiffened nipples standing proudly at their peaks.
Lucian coughed awkwardly, unsure where to look.
"I'm here. As promised. What's your condition for keeping quiet about the princess?"
"So impatient."
Violetta set down her pipe and rose, approaching him.
As she drew near, her breasts swayed dangerously close to his chest.
"The condition is simple. I need a sample of that excessive mana flowing through your body. For research purposes."
"A sample? You want to draw my blood?"
"No. There's a much more concentrated liquid that carries your mana, isn't there?"
Her red lips curled into a smirk as her gaze dropped to the front of his trousers, where his still-unrelenting erection strained against the fabric.
"I know you're still hard from smelling the princess's scent in the garden. Give it to me before you leave."
"...!"
Before Lucian could respond, Violetta boldly reached for his belt buckle and undid it.
Click. Rustle.
As the fabric fell away, his thick, veined cock sprang free.
"My, my... It's always so impressive. Far beyond human standards."
Violetta sighed in admiration before shrugging off her silk robe completely.
Her pale skin glowed, and her unrealistically large breasts—like two watermelons hanging from her chest—dominated Lucian's vision with their overwhelming presence.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed him onto the sofa, then knelt between his legs.
Violetta cupped her massive breasts with both hands, pressing them together to form a deep, inviting cleavage.
"Go on. Put it in here."
Lucian swallowed dryly and guided his stiff length into the soft valley between her breasts.
Squelch.
"Ngh...!"
A pained groan escaped his lips.
This was violence. Even larger than Head Maid Maria's rounded bombs.
The overwhelming pressure of soft, hot flesh pressing in from all sides, the sheer volume of her breasts enveloping his shaft completely—it felt like his brain was melting.
"How is it? Quite different from the princess's small chest, isn't it?"
Violetta smirked wickedly as she began moving her upper body up and down.
Swish. Slip. Slap!
His cock slid smoothly between her breasts, the friction maddening.
Every time she squeezed them tight, the head of his cock peeked out from the top, and when she leaned forward, her stiff red nipples brushed against his sensitive tip.
"Ah! Ngh... Violetta... Too tight...!"
"Oh? That's the first time I've been praised for being too tight with my breasts."
The pre-cum leaking from his cock served as natural lubrication, coating the inside of her cleavage.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Even though he wasn't inside her, the lewd, wet sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room.
"Haa... Haa..."
Lucian's breathing grew ragged. The desire he had been suppressing since the garden was reaching its limit. The princess's damp panties had been the first tease, and now the Archmage's unrealistically large breasts were pushing him over the edge.
"Just a little more... Ngh! I'm gonna—Violetta!"
Lucian arched his back and cried out.
Instead of pulling away, Violetta squeezed her breasts even tighter around him and slightly parted her lips.
Her red tongue flicked out to wet them.
"Cum! Don't hold back a single drop!"
Guhhh—!!!
Lucian's entire body tensed like a drawn bowstring.
Splurt! Splash! Gush!
Thick, white semen erupted from his cock like a volcano, filling her cleavage before splattering onto her neck, chin, and even her slightly parted lips.
"Haa... Haa..."
Even after finishing, Lucian lay sprawled on the sofa, struggling to catch his breath. His waist ached from how hard he had thrust.
"Mmm~ As I thought, the mana concentration is remarkable."
Violetta licked the cum from her lips with a finger before carefully collecting the rest into a magic vial, smiling in satisfaction.
"Deal's done. I'll take the garden incident to my grave."
She smoothed her disheveled hair and gently brushed Lucian's broad shoulders.
"But what exactly are you planning to experiment with?"
When Lucian asked, Violetta snorted.
"Would you understand even if I told you? You're not a mage."
"It's my seed. Don't I have the right to know?"
Lucian frowned. He had spent years researching his chronic
Mana Overload Syndrome
, digging through countless texts. Being treated like an ignorant brute didn't sit well with him.
Sensing his displeasure, Violetta smiled coyly and soothed him.
"Relax. I'm not planning to impregnate anyone with it. Lately, dark mages have been acting suspiciously, so I'm using your mana-infused semen as a medium to trace their movements. Rimeyer secretly requested it too."
Only then did Lucian's stiff expression ease.
[Images: Chapter 124 Illustrations]