Chapter 59. The Lone Rider
The Lone Rider
[Royal Library Underground]
The same impulse from before crept up once more, and this time, I-seo gave up resisting the desire.
In an instant, Violetta's massive breasts filled his vision. As mana surged through him again, his brain was already under the control of his cock.
Just as he reached out toward Violetta—
She flinched, noticing his intent, and quickly cast a magic barrier. I-seo (in Lucian's body) stared at her with the bloodshot eyes of a beast fixated on its prey.
Abandoning Violetta's body, I-seo flipped over his own unconscious form, pressing it face-down against the cold stone floor of the transmutation circle. His pale buttocks rose into the air.
Gripping his own hips with both hands, he shoved his glistening cock back into the waiting hole.
Schlick!
"Ugh!" "Hngh!"
Both versions of I-seo moaned in unison—the one thrusting and the one being thrust into.
From behind, the sight of his own ass swallowing his cock was even more obscene.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ngh—ah—ah—ah—!"
The underground chamber echoed with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and I-seo's moans as he pounded into himself.
When he caught sight of the pinkish rim of his anus peeking between his flawless, plump cheeks, he couldn't help but drool.
"Haah... haah... Even your asshole is so pretty. I wanna taste it. I wanna fuck it too!"
Gulp.
Violetta, watching from the side, swallowed dryly, her mouth slightly agape in a daze.
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaah!"
His pace quickened. I-seo fucked his own body as if trying to break it.
The tight friction of his own walls. The sinful thrill of raping himself.
His cock felt like it was screaming.
'This... feels too good. My own pussy feels this amazing?! It's like a drug! I'm gonna get addicted!'
I-seo shuddered at the pleasure Lucian's body was experiencing.
'Ahh, more... squeeze me tighter, me!'
As if hearing his thoughts, the I-seo beneath him clenched down hard, refusing to let go.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AAAAAH!!"
"Ngh—!"
Gush. Splurt. Splurt-splurt.
I-seo came inside himself for the second time.
Hot semen shot deep into his own womb.
Exhausted, he collapsed onto his own body, eyelids fluttering shut.
How much time had passed?
"Haah...!"
When he opened his eyes again, Lucian lay sprawled out naked beside him, fast asleep, while he was still face-down on the cold stone floor.
His thighs felt heavy and wet. Thick white fluid dripped down his legs.
"Haah... I'm back."
Violetta clicked her tongue and tossed him a cloak.
"Congratulations. You almost got yourself pregnant."
Wiping himself off, I-seo shook Lucian awake. The count stirred groggily.
"Mnn... What happened?"
"The experiment... failed. You passed out from the mana collision."
I-seo lied.
After sending Lucian away, he sat down with Violetta.
"Lady Violetta... I think I understand the true nature of that spellbook now."
"What is it?"
"It wasn't just a simple constitution enhancement. It was a forbidden ritual—[Self-Fertilization]. A technique that replicates the caster's mana to impregnate themselves."
I-seo rubbed his stomach.
Though it was Lucian's semen inside him, it had been his own soul, inhabiting Lucian's body, that had shot it in.
What kind of result this bizarre mixture would produce, he didn't know. But one thing was certain—he had physically understood the structure of the curse embedded in Lucian's genes.
"I think I can make a cure for the Count now."
His eyes burned with resolve as he stared at the white fluid staining the transmutation circle.
Though his body ached from being ravaged by himself, the price had bought him hope.
As he dressed, he prepared for the future ahead.
[A Few Days Later - Autumn Hills]
A plain not far from the royal palace.
The battlefield where the royal army and the rebels faced off was thick with tension.
But unlike the elite soldiers at the frontlines, the atmosphere among the knight order—composed of noble heirs stationed at the rear—was entirely different. Though clad in gleaming armor, their eyes held not fighting spirit, but boredom and calculation.
"Damn it, dragged out here for this. I'd rather just watch from the back."
The young viscount who had badmouthed Lucian at the ball grumbled under his breath.
"Even if the king changes, it won't affect our house. If anything, if the rebellion succeeds, we'll be in danger for fighting against the allied forces."
"And if we side with the rebels, we'll be branded traitors if the royal army wins."
"Exactly. Staying neutral and holed up in our territories would've been the smart move... But no, we got conscription orders."
As they said, noble society was a tangled web of bloodlines and interests.
Some had cousins among the rebels, or merchant lords who funded their houses. Raising swords against them was awkward. All they wanted was for this war to end—preferably without them lifting a finger.
"I don't wanna die a dog's death out here either. Count Eckhart, the so-called 'war hero,' can handle it."
Just then—
Clank. Clank.
"Shh! The Ice Witch is coming."
The nobles hastily shut their mouths and stood at attention.
The Royal Knight Commander, Rimeyer, passed by on her white steed, radiating a glacial aura.
She didn't even glance at them, leaving only a trail of frost in her wake.
"Pathetic. Rusted blades should be melted down."
Her muttered venom sent chills down their spines, leaving them too afraid to even breathe loudly.
Moments later, Supreme Commander Lucian stood before the troops.
His crimson cape billowed as he ascended the platform, thousands of soldiers watching.
"Soldiers! Knights!"
His voice, infused with mana, boomed across the battlefield.
"Do any of you have brothers out there? Comrades? Is that why you hesitate to raise your swords?!"
The nobles flinched at the pointed remark.
"But remember this! The moment they raised their blades against us, they ceased to be family. They are nothing but enemies threatening our lands, our kin, our peace! Hesitate for even a second, and your heads will—"
"Cut the crap!!"
A roar erupted from the rebel ranks as a cavalry unit charged forth.
The rebel vanguard and their elite soldiers galloped boldly toward Lucian's position—closing the 200-meter gap in moments.
"Eckhart! Have you forgotten how to swing a sword after spending all night fucking whores?! Quit hiding behind your men and barking orders—come out and fight!"
Jeers and taunts. The soldiers murmured uneasily. The speech had been cut short. The atmosphere grew tense.
Normally, archers would've been ordered to fire, or knights dispatched to intercept.
But Lucian simply stopped speaking, tightened the reins of his warhorse, Angus.
"I'll be... right back."
"M-My lord?! Alone, without escorts?!"
Before Kara could stop him, Lucian dug his heels into Angus' sides.
Neigh—!
With a whip of its jet-black mane, the stallion shot toward the enemy lines.
A lone rider. The rebels froze. They hadn't expected the supreme commander to charge out alone.
"Madman! Kill him! This is our chance for glory!"
A dozen rebel cavalrymen lowered their lances and surged toward him.
CRASH—!
The moment of impact.
Lucian drew his sword.
A crimson flash, brighter than the autumn sun, split the air.
Swish. Thud. Splurt!
Before the blade's arc was even visible, heads soared into the sky.
Horses reared, riderless. Fountains of blood erupted in all directions.
Without slowing, Lucian barreled toward the rebel commander.
"Ghk—?!"
The man raised his sword to block—but Lucian's blade cleaved through steel, armor, and torso alike.
Thump.
It was over in an instant.
Ten seconds. That was all it took for eleven heads to hit the ground.
The remaining rebels, overwhelmed, scrambled back in retreat.
Lucian flicked the blood from his sword and calmly turned his horse around.
Silence.
Both allies and enemies stood speechless.
Returning to the platform, Lucian stood before them once more. His armor and face were spattered with crimson. He looked like a demon freshly returned from hell.
"...As I was saying."
As if nothing had happened, he continued calmly.
"Hesitate for even a second, and your heads will roll just like theirs. I will lead the charge. All you need to do is follow my back. Victory will be ours!"
ROOOAR—!!!!
The soldiers' cheers erupted like thunder.
This wasn't just morale. It was awe—worship—for overwhelming strength.
"Did we just witness that? Was that even human?"
"Damn... He's insane. Makes you wanna pledge your life to him."
Even the noble heirs who had planned to stay in the rear now had fire in their eyes—terror mixed with admiration for a true hero.
"Shit... Am I turning gay? Why's my heart pounding like this?"
"Idiot. That's what real leadership looks like! The Iron Wall of the North!"
Lucian's demonstration had sent morale skyrocketing.
And Rimeyer, who had watched it all from the closest vantage point—
Unconsciously, she clutched her chest.
'Hmph. Lucian...'
Her icy blue eyes burned.
That overwhelming strength that had crushed her.
The beast-like ferocity, unfazed even drenched in blood.
Gripping her sword, she felt her heart pounding wildly beneath her armor.
