The Demonic Capital: New York
I swirled my tongue with practiced skill, sucking greedily on Mimata Chieri's glistening, wet crimson petals. Her pussy welcomed my tongue like an old lover, pouring out sweet nectar that I lapped up with shameless hunger. As she began to writhe in pleasure, I gripped her ass firmly with both hands to keep her from escaping the overwhelming sensation, pressing my mouth even tighter against her dripping folds.
“Huuuung…! Junior~♥ It feels so gooood…!”
Her blood circulation had sped up from arousal, and the alcohol had fully hit her. Her entire body flushed a lovely shade of pink as her words began to slur.
She could barely stand straight on the dining table, swaying dangerously, but my iron grip on her hips kept her from falling even if she wanted to.
“Hngh! Junior! It’s too strong…! I’m gonna lose my miiind♥”
Even though the pleasure was so intense she tried to pull her hips away, my unyielding hold forced her to endure my relentless tongue assault. Mimata Chieri cried out that it was too much before she climaxed hard, squirting powerfully across my face with wet spurts. I could feel her thighs trembling violently against my cheeks. She had come quite spectacularly.
Since quite a bit had splashed onto my face, I wiped it off using the babydoll she was still wearing. Then I grabbed her slender waist, lifted her off the table, and set her down on the floor.
“Alright, Senior. Hands up.”
“Hands up~! Like this, Junior?”
I made her raise both arms in a victory pose and peeled the babydoll off her body. Then I scooped her up in a princess carry.
“Ahaha~! Junior, I like this.”
Drunk Mimata Chieri was adorably cute. She kept planting little kisses all over my cheeks and lips, murmuring how much she liked me. I knew her alcohol tolerance was quite high, but the Elixir of Strength seemed to act like a potent aphrodisiac, getting her drunk in no time.
I couldn’t exactly ask someone this intoxicated for a blowjob, so today would have to be “Senior’s Happy Service Day” where I took care of her instead.
I shifted her position in my arms so she was facing me, her legs wrapped around my waist. If I simply lowered her body now, I would slide straight inside.
“Hehe…!?”
I slowly lowered her light body, aligning her pussy with my cock. Then I slightly relaxed the strength in my arms. Gravity did the rest. Her body sank downward as my shaft gradually sank deeper and deeper into her drunken, soaking pussy.
“Huuu…! Junior, I feel so weird. My body is going dooown♥”
Of course it was. I was the one letting her drop. Her previously tight entrance stretched wide around my cock until I was buried to the absolute deepest point.
“Nnghuut! Haang! It feels so strange, Junior…!”
“I like it too.”
I held her by the waist and moved her up and down like a living onahole, building our pleasure together. Whether it was the effect of the Elixir of Strength or simply because she was drunk, the inside of her pussy felt scorching hot and clung to me even more desperately. The sensation was incredible.
“Ah, nngh, huut! Hng…! Junior♥ It feels so weird… something, something’s coming…!”
“I’m about to cum too!”
After moving her hips for several minutes, her inner walls suddenly convulsed, clamping down hard on my cock. The sudden spike of pleasure made me press her down firmly, grinding my glans against her cervix as I began to ejaculate.
“Hngh…! It’s so hot, it feels so gooood, Ryuta… I love you, hng♥ I love you, Junior…!”
I held her tightly in my arms for a long while, spurting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. While I was still coming, she leaned in for a kiss. Kissing her passionately while remaining connected like that filled me with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
“Senior, that felt amazing. Huh?”
When the kiss ended and I looked at her, Mimata Chieri had fallen fast asleep. The combination of alcohol and that massive orgasm must have knocked her out. Did that mean the passionate kiss just now had been completely unconscious? It had been pretty intense. Impressive.
Well, if she was asleep, there was nothing I could do. I gently laid Mimata Chieri down on my bed. It would be a waste if I kept going while she was unconscious and the elixir’s effects leaked out through her juices or sweat instead of being properly absorbed. This much consideration was only right. That meant I’d have to vent the rest of my pent-up passion on Aris.
Now… where was Aris’s room again?
A few hours earlier, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Aris Fitzgerald and Nae Fitzgerald had attended the exhibition together. Today marked the opening of the world’s largest exhibition of armor and cold weapons. As representatives of the Fitzgerald family, which had donated many of the displayed pieces, both mother and daughter had come to the museum.
Nae Fitzgerald, a prominent figure in New York high society, even stepped up to the podium to deliver a congratulatory speech. Perhaps it was because she looked like a goddess in her skin-tight black dress, but she completely captivated everyone’s attention.
After finishing her speech, Nae Fitzgerald stepped down from the podium and walked over to stand beside Aris Fitzgerald, who was waiting in a corner. Aris wore a sophisticated blue dress, holding her own handbag in one hand and her mother’s in the other.
Even though her mother had just given a wonderful speech, Aris’s expression looked slightly pouty and dissatisfied.
“While I was giving the speech, did you check the infiltration and escape routes?”
“This isn’t our first time at the Metropolitan Museum, Mom. We can just do it the same way we did before.”
When Nae Fitzgerald asked after stepping down from the stage, Aris Fitzgerald answered in a somewhat listless tone.
“Sigh~! You’re just sulking because I wouldn’t let you play with Ryuta, aren’t you?”
“We haven’t seen each other ‘officially’ in such a long time, and you’re dragging me straight into ‘work’?”
“This is what they call a mother-daughter date, you know?”
At Nae Fitzgerald’s words, Aris Fitzgerald let out a small “chee” before her expression softened a little.
“Route A that we used for our two previous infiltrations seems unusable now. They welded it shut completely.”
“Then we’ll go with Plan B. That side should be fine, right?”
“Yeah. I doubt they’ve even thought about that one.”
The mother and daughter continued speaking in coded language that no one else could understand as they slowly walked around the exhibition.
“See anything good?”
“There’s quite a lot that’s glowing. They must all be historically significant.”
Aris Fitzgerald was using her innate Gruagach’s Eye to scan the displayed items for anything of real value.
“Ah, that one!”
Aris Fitzgerald pointed at one of the exhibits. It was a large sword made of golden alloy.
“Hmm, that sword… It looks like an artifact discovered in some ruins, but since we don’t even know what era it’s from, it doesn’t hold much archaeological or historical value, does it? The color is gold, but it’s not real gold either.”
While Aris Fitzgerald used her Gruagach’s Eye to see an object’s true worth, Nae Fitzgerald evaluated items using her accumulated knowledge and information.
“So that means it’s an artifact with some kind of power?”
“Probably. We’ll have to obtain it and run some tests though…”
“Artifact with power” was a term the two of them had coined. It referred to relics that possessed special abilities. The mother and daughter continued their conversation as they strolled through the museum.
“Oh? That one’s shining really brightly too!”
“That doesn’t seem particularly valuable either…”
This time, Aris Fitzgerald had pointed at something that was neither a weapon nor armor, but a surcoat that would have been worn over medieval plate armor. While other surcoats nearby were decorated with elaborate family crests or crosses, this one was pitch-black with no patterns whatsoever.
“Then this must be another artifact with power.”
After making one full loop around the museum, Aris Fitzgerald had selected five items. To Nae Fitzgerald’s eyes, none of them were particularly rare or precious. They seemed like filler pieces put on display to fill out the exhibition.
“It’s quite unusual that all five things you picked turned out to be artifacts with power.”
“Didn’t you say it yourself before, Mom? New York is a Demonic Capital. Things like this probably just flow in naturally.”
Nae Fitzgerald nodded at her daughter’s words. For some reason, strange phenomena had gathered in New York since ancient times. Those in the know called it the Demonic Capital.
“All five of the items you chose are rather small fry for Phantom Thief Francois to steal. If we also take the Lion King’s Three Lions Emblem Shield, it should be perfect.”
“Shh! Mom! How can you say that out loud here?!”
At Nae Fitzgerald’s sudden remark, Aris Fitzgerald quickly raised a finger to her mother’s lips. From the conversation, it seemed that either Nae Fitzgerald, Aris Fitzgerald, or possibly both of them were the infamous Phantom Thief Francois.
“There’s no one around. You think I’d talk if someone was listening?”
“Still, we have to be careful.”
Even though Aris was the daughter, she scolded her mother like a nagging parent dealing with a careless child. Nae Fitzgerald puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.
“It’s been so long since we collaborated. Stop nagging and let’s get out of here to plan properly.”
“Sigh, fine.”
The two of them chatted like any ordinary mother and daughter as they left the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Inside the museum, an eerie silence hung in the air, like the calm before a storm that foreshadowed what was to come.
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