The dining hall was as lavish as one could expect, and the smell of good food filled the air. Food which he hadn't eaten in those fifteen-plus years of traveling and eating scraps.
Cale wore a white coat with golden linings, a red tie, and gloves. He sat down, his mouth already watering at the sight of the spread before him.
One bite, and it made him reach nirvana.
Munch, munch.
Damn, it's been years since I ate some good steak. This evil noble class... munch.
His mother, Duchess Verona Midgar, a blonde woman with sharp features, stared at him. For her, who rarely visited once a month, he was acting strange. To be honest, she couldn't care less about him. The slight care she showed was only because he was her son. In his previous life, she was also one of those people who pinned blames on him—embezzlement of funds from workers was her accusation.
"What happened? Cale seems to be very hungry today."
She smiled a little, but it didn't reach her eyes.
A shadow emerged, and as his cursed fate would have it, it was the duke. The old man who looked a little over thirty. Now that Cale had low-level qi sensing, he could slightly sense him.
"Haha, he must be looking forward to tomorrow's coming of age ceremony. After all, it's his coming of age too. It's one of the most important days in a noble's life."
"Wha... what?"
Cale's fork and knife fell, and his mouth opened in shock.
The duke stared at him, taking a seat. His eyes looked down on him with absolute authority. Even if he didn't speak, Cale could understand the message—don't question my statements. If I said it's tomorrow, then it's tomorrow. You're only one of many I have, one of the few youngest at that too. Cale understood all of this with one glare.
"Yes, father... I am looking forward to it."
I'm getting fucked between this pack of vultures.
"Our kid has grown so much. I really don't want to let him go. I wonder how many noble girls will fawn for him."
Verona said, her tone carrying that mix of pride and greed only a mother obsessed with status could manage.
"Hoho, that's not possible. It seems the princess has already targeted him. This son of mine, sure is handsome. We've received more than ten marriage requests this past month."
Cale was shocked. This was going a completely different route from what happened previously. The princess liking him? That was never possible. His face was literally the same too.
If not the face, did I act in some weird way in my previous life?
"Hmph, I don't like that princess. She's ice cold. Maybe it would be better to marry him off to some eastern continent. They will even give us a lot of gold."
Yup, golddigger mommy.
My parents, how are they so confident in their son who hasn't even stepped out since regression? And what did that princess look like again?
Don't they know I will run off the very chance I get?
He tried remembering her. Princess Fiora Velard—a beautiful woman with plump boobs, three profiles good, slight coldness to people, and silver hair. But okay. The only problem was she was twenty-nine, and she had killed her three fiancés already. Why? They weren't to her liking.
These fucking parents only wanted connections and wanted to use his little eighteen-year-old body on that beast.
Wait—
Isn't she the perfect taming target? The cold and psycho princess. If I tame her, bam, I'll have most of the continent. And with her age, her pussy will be big enough for my big little brother to finally experience full penetration.
The dinner ended with, let's just say, Cale eating three days' worth of food. All workers stared at him with the eyes of people forced to work overtime.
Cale was walking in the corridor, already thinking about controlling the royal pussy, but well, even that needed information, which as a slave, he couldn't get.
Thump.
A maid ran into him.
"Aah... it's spilled... master and madam's tea!"
He bent forward to reach out a hand.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking ahead. Get up."
She was scared, trembling.
"Aaahh... y... young... master. Young master, I'm sorry. I will clean it right away."
She was what one would call incredibly clumsy. That single tea drop on his white coat was now smudged to become a bigger stain.
She cried more, sitting down on the floor.
"Young master... it's... finished... please don't hit me or pull me naked on the street. I will never do it again. I will even become your slave. Please don't sell me."
Yaare, yaare.
"Who is going to sell an idiot for spilling tea? Just make sure to wash these clothes later."
Her body was hot—temperature-wise. He held her arm and pulled her close, hugging her gently.
"Sure enough you fell. Your body is hot enough to boil eggs. Don't you know you've got a fever?"
She trembled. The ever-so-cold young master was hugging her. She blushed deeply.
"Y... young... master."
He pulled her close. Although his intention was only to get her up and check her temperature, she misunderstood. Her face was buried right in his chest.
"We... are slight short staffed... due to the... banquet."
"Well, that doesn't mean to overwork and fall sick."
Another maid came—it was Rexa.
"Young master."
"Oh, good you're here. She seems to be sick."
He held her shoulders in his hands.
"Name?"
"Oh... it's... Serene."
"Okay, Rexa, arrange for her to rest. At least today."
Rexa frowned slightly.
"But tomorrow is the coming of age. One less maid and another one would have to do more work, which already seems not to finish."
He scratched his head.
"Hire others then. I can't have mentally disturbed people working and falling while doing work in banquets. Let them rest for some time. Hire others if you can."
He left with a sigh. Both maids wondered about his changes.
Now it's only the princess, huh?
He looked around for hours, then snuggled up to his mother's room to find a pass to visit the blackmarket.
Knew it. This woman has her own secrets going on.
But how could he get out? This mark was holding him down here.
He went back to his room, lying on the bed and thinking.
Hmm, what to do? I can get a few items to snag that princess or maybe other items for myself. The problem is this—
Thud. The door opened.
"You peasant, let's go."
Ava stood there, commanding him like he was still her property.
Tsk tsk tsk.
He shook his head.
"Didn't I tell you? You suck when ordered and open up that ass even with a single bulge. Who the hell are you ordering?"
Domination activated automatically. She felt a shock in her body—first painful, then horny.
He pointed to the bathroom.
"Go open that ass."
She went in without protest, her body responding to his command. He closed the bathroom door and removed his clothes. Ava stood naked in front of the mirror, waiting for him.
To his surprise, his member wasn't hard today.
He went to her. She stood shy, covering her breasts and pussy with one hand each.
He rubbed his softness between her ass cheeks.
She stood there, trembling slightly.
♡Throb!♡
And it stood, growing hard against her.
"Ava."
"Wh... what is it?"
She looked back, not at him, but at his monster.
"Open up. Enough being shy."
She shied away.
"No... you're going to move your hips as you please again."
He smirked.
"Aww, no. I won't move. You do all you want."
"I don't believe you."
"Should I put in a few words to Emma that dame Ava treated me well? Maybe a raise?"
He held his shaft and started rubbing it on her cheeks, teasing her with the contact.
"Sixth miss was so disappointed. Maybe this could lift your position."
"Hnn♡~"
She moaned with just his touches. The skills activated, her body responding involuntarily.
"So, what do you say?"
She thought for a moment, then looked back. She held his dick from between her legs and brought it to her lower folds.
"You mean what you said, right?"
She bent forward, presenting herself to him fully.
"Of course."
"Ugh!♡~"
"Urgggh!♡~"
And it was in, fully penetrating her in one smooth motion.
♡Squelch!♡
Her boobs jiggled with that thrust, bouncing as he hilted inside her.
"It went all in this time."
The view from fucking her from behind was amazing—her thick ass pressed against his thighs, her body completely open to him.
He pulled her hair gently, using it as leverage.
♡Pull!♡
It was tight to pull it out and put it back in, but well, such sensations were what helped his yang release fast.
He slowly started moving, setting a rhythm that had her moaning immediately.
"Aah!♡~"
"Here...♡~"
"Aaghnn!♡~"
Should I tease her a bit?
He continued thrusting, his hips moving with deliberate slowness to build the tension.
"Nnngh...♡~"
"Mm...♡~"
"Ahhh...♡~"
Her body was responding to every movement, her walls clenching around him as pleasure built.
"Ughhh...♡~"
"Haah...♡~"
The bathroom filled with the sounds of their union, echoing off the tiles.
"Mmm...more...♡~"
"Ahnn...yes...♡~"
"Hnngh...deeper...♡~"
He grabbed her waist and started moving faster, his rhythm becoming more intense.
♡Thrust!♡ ♡Thrust!♡ ♡Thrust!♡
"Aagh!♡~"
"Ohhh!♡~"
"Nnngh!♡~"
Her moans were getting louder, more desperate as he pounded into her relentlessly.
"Yes!♡~ Yes!♡~"
"Ughh...so good...♡~"
"Mmm...don't stop...♡~"
The domination ability kept her completely submissive, her body moving in sync with his rhythm.
"Ahhh!♡~"
"Haah...cumming...♡~"
"Nnnngh!♡~"
[LUST BOND WITH AVA INCREASING: 40% → 50%]
His thrusts became more animalistic as he chased his own release, her body serving as his perfect outlet.
"Ughhh...♡~"
"Ahhh!♡~"
"Yes...yes...YES!♡~"