BOOM!
Rubble exploded outward as Regulus brought Julia from the underground crater back to the surface.
To be honest, if circumstances had allowed, Regulus would have definitely preferred to take her right there in the underground tomb, rather than just teasing her.
However, there were two distinct problems with that plan.
First, the air underground was severely limited. Even with just Julia breathing, she would have started to suffocate before long.
Second, the mechanics of his power. To maintain a safe pocket of space within the crushed earth, Regulus's Authority of Greed could not be lifted; once lifted, the tons of rubble would instantly compress and crush them.
But if he maintained his absolute state of Stillness, his physical form was locked in time. Consequently, certain biological functions—like achieving an erection—were completely impossible while the Authority was fully active.
It was a frustrating fact.
However, just in case Julia decided to go back on her word or resist after escaping, Regulus had spent those trapped minutes thoroughly ensuring she was "prepared." He had teased and stimulated her in the dark until she was completely pliant, weakening any potential resistance she might mount later.
Up on the surface, Carol had been waiting anxiously. Seeing the two emerge from the dust, her slight worry evaporated.
They had been buried without any movement for almost ten full minutes.
Just as Carol was about to get up and check on them, she saw Julia in Regulus's arms. The blue-haired girl's face, neck, and entire body were flushed a deep, feverish pink, and she was panting in a dazed, euphoric state.
Even without thinking, Carol knew exactly what had happened during those ten minutes.
She immediately abandoned the idea of walking over.
"Carol," Regulus called out smoothly, carrying the limp girl out of the crater. "Go back to the mansion and get a change of clothes."
"I understand."
Facing Regulus's command, Carol immediately chose to retreat.
No matter what happened next, fresh clothes were indeed necessary. After all, the Archbishop had shredded Julia's outfit into rags, and Carol couldn't exactly let the Marquis's daughter return to the mansion naked.
As Carol departed, Regulus's gaze turned back to the girl in his arms.
Julia, who had recovered a little bit of her senses in the fresh air, naturally noticed his predatory gaze.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak—
"Mmm~!"
Her lips were abruptly sealed.
Her first kiss made her heterochromatic eyes widen involuntarily. Her weak hands pushed against his chest, but as the kiss deepened, her fingers slowly curled into his shirt, surrendering to the inevitable.
Regulus gently laid her down on a patch of soft, undisturbed grass at the edge of the crater. The cool afternoon breeze brushed against her heated skin as he effortlessly tore away the remaining, useless rags of her clothing, exposing her flawless, porcelain body to the open air.
'I can't believe this is happening... right here in the dirt,' Julia thought, her mind swimming in a hazy fog of arousal.
She was a proud warrior, the heir to the Mathers family, yet here she was, spread open beneath a man she had met only hours ago.
"You lost the bet, Julia," Regulus whispered, his gaze drinking in the sight of her large, heaving breasts and her long, toned legs. "And you swore an oath. A head-on defeat, leading directly to the final step."
"I... I know," she stammered, her heterochromatic eyes glazed over. "I won't... go back on my word."
Regulus smiled, undoing his trousers. His hardened length sprang free, thick and pulsing with anticipation.
Julia's breath hitched at the sight of it. Her warrior's intuition finally recognized the true 'threat' he posed. But her body, already primed and leaking slick juices from his relentless teasing underground, ached for him to finish what he started.
He positioned himself between her thighs. Reaching down, he brushed his fingers against her slick folds, making her hips jerk upward involuntarily.
"You're more than ready," he praised darkly.
With a firm thrust, he pushed forward, sinking the broad head into her tight, untouched passage.
"Ah—!"
Julia cried out, her back arching off the grass as the sudden, sharp pain of her tearing maidenhead spiked through her. Her nails dug deeply into Regulus's shoulders, drawing blood that he simply ignored. Her internal muscles clamped down hard, instinctively trying to reject the massive intrusion.
"Relax," Regulus commanded, leaning down to capture her lips again, swallowing her pained whimpers. He held himself completely still, letting her stretch and adjust to his formidable size.
After a few agonizing moments, the tearing pain began to recede, replaced by a deep, terrifying sensation of fullness. She was stretched to her absolute limit, her womb practically resting against the tip of his shaft.
"Are you ready to pay your price?" he whispered against her ear.
Before she could answer, he pulled back almost completely, then drove his hips forward, sinking to the hilt.
"Nngh! Ahhh!"
Julia threw her head back, her blue hair scattering across the grass. The sheer force of his thrust sent a shockwave of intense, mind-numbing pleasure through her nervous system.
Regulus established a grueling, relentless rhythm. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the quiet forest.
Julia's exceptional stamina, usually her greatest asset in battle, became her ultimate downfall here. Her perfectly conditioned body could endure far more punishment than a normal woman's, which meant Regulus didn't have to hold back. He pounded into her with ruthless, devastating power, ravaging her core until her thoughts melted into a puddle of pure ecstasy.
"Is this how the proud daughter of Mathers takes her defeat?" Regulus taunted, picking up the pace. "Begging like a common whore in the dirt?"
"Ah! Yes... Ah! Please, deeper!" she sobbed, completely abandoning her pride. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him in as she matched his thrusts with desperate, hungry grinds of her own hips.
'I'm losing my mind... it feels too good...' she thought deliriously, her vision flashing white.
"Regulus! Regulus!"
Her entire body suddenly went rigid. Her inner walls clamped down around his shaft in violent, spasmodic waves as her first orgasm hit her with the force of a tidal wave. She screamed his name, her nails leaving deep crescents in his back.
Feeling her intense climax milking him, Regulus growled, finally letting go. He thrust one last, brutal time, burying himself as deeply as physically possible, and released his hot, thick seed directly against her cervix.
As he filled her womb, a faint, magical heat began to pulse just beneath her skin, the undeniable proof of his claim settling permanently into her flesh.
Julia slumped back against the grass, her chest heaving, her heterochromatic eyes rolling back in absolute, exhausted bliss.
Half an hour later.
Carol, who had requested fresh clothes from the maids in the mansion, deliberately walked back to the forest at a snail's pace.
Given the situation she had left them in, what was about to happen was absolutely unavoidable. Since it was unavoidable, she could only estimate the duration based on her own grueling experiences with Regulus, and control the timing of her arrival.
Thus, her return was perfectly timed.
Regulus was sitting against a tree, holding Julia in his arms. Julia, who hadn't fully recovered from the overwhelming pleasure, was slumped heavily against his chest, her eyes half-closed. It looked like the deed had only just ended.
The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of their union. There was no point in being discreet anymore.
"I've brought the clothes," Carol announced softly, looking away.
"Mmm-hmm~"
The sudden voice made Julia instinctively look up, pulling a blanket of torn fabric over her bare chest. Noticing it was Carol, she froze in embarrassment.
Regulus merely smiled. "Carol, would you like to relax a bit too?"
"No, thank you. I don't need to relax right now."
"In that case, come help me clean up."
"…"
Carol fell silent for a moment. She completely understood the lewd meaning hidden in Regulus's command.
'As expected, I can't escape...' Carol felt helpless in her heart. She moved closer, setting the folded clothes on a rock, and knelt down obediently in front of Regulus.
With trembling hands, Carol reached forward and pulled down the remaining fabric of his trousers. The heavy scent of sex—his musk mixed with Julia's slick juices—hit her nose instantly. She closed her eyes for a brief second, accepting her fate as the Archbishop's toy.
With a resigned sigh, the proud Knight leaned forward, parted her lips, and took his thick, sticky shaft into her mouth.
"Mmph..."
Slurp. Schlick.
Regulus let out a low groan of satisfaction, leaning his head back against the tree bark. His hand reached down, tangling in Carol's short blonde hair, guiding her head in a steady, rhythmic motion.
Julia, lying just a few feet away with the torn blanket clutched to her chest, watched with wide, disbelieving heterochromatic eyes. Her body still throbbed from the intense, forceful claiming she had just endured, but seeing the dignified Knight of the Royal Guard reduced to this... it shattered the very last remnants of her aristocratic pride.
Carol's cheeks hollowed as she sucked diligently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head to clean away the slick remnants of his prior activities with Julia. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deep into her throat with practiced ease, despite the degrading nature of the task.
"Good girl," Regulus praised lazily, his hips bucking slightly upward into her mouth. "Make sure you clean every inch."
Carol swallowed thickly, suppressing her gag reflex as he pushed deeper past her tongue.
'It's just my duty,' she reminded herself, opening her mouth wider to accommodate his girth. The wet, obscene sounds of her suction echoed loudly in the quiet forest, making Julia's face burn hotter than before.
Gawk... slurp...
Carol dutifully licked the shaft clean, her tongue lapping up the sticky mess until he was completely spotless. Only when Regulus gave a satisfied pat on her head did she finally pull back, a thin string of saliva connecting her lips to his length before snapping. She wiped her mouth with the back of her armored gauntlet, panting softly.
Some time passed again.
Julia had finally wiped herself down and changed into the pristine clothes Carol had brought.
But as she fastened her blouse, she couldn't help but look at Carol, who was still kneeling to the side.
Julia felt an intense, burning curiosity.
She walked over to the blonde Knight.
"Miss Carol..." Julia whispered softly, her face blushing fiercely. "How does... it taste?"
Carol paused, looking up at Julia.
"It's not delicious," Carol answered honestly, her tone flat. "But it's not bad either. Regulus says that it has a very high nutritional value."
"Is that so..."
"Actually, you can try it too next time. Maybe you'll like it."
"Try it too..."
Julia hesitated, feeling a strong wave of repulsion at the thought. But her warrior's pride flared up. If Carol could do it, there was no way she couldn't! Especially judging from Regulus's satisfied expression just now, he seemed to really enjoy Carol's "cleaning" method.
Just as she was hesitating in her heart, her body suddenly stiffened.
Regulus had stepped up beside her. His arm snaked under her armpits, effortlessly pulling her back against his chest.
Then, under Julia's surprised gaze, Regulus's other hand reached out and directly pulled Carol into his embrace as well.
"It's getting late. Let's go back," Regulus said, enjoying the contrasting softness of the two girls pressing against his sides as he led them toward the mansion.
The moment they walked through the grand double doors of the mansion hall.
The three of them were greeted by Lycoris, Ine Mitarai, and Beatrice, who was pouting with her arms crossed. They were all waiting for them.
Besides the trio in the center, there was actually another girl hiding in the shadows near the staircase.
Loris.
Even though Loris had already shared the most intimate relationship with him, she didn't show herself much during the day, nor did she like to loudly compete for his attention like Ine.
What she did the most was secretly observe him from afar, tracking his every move. She gave Regulus the distinct impression that she had awakened some kind of stalking fetish.
But it was fine. All she would do was stalk and observe; she wouldn't interfere or do anything strange in public. In the evening, she would take the initiative to appear, silently sneaking into his bed to perform pleasurable exercises.
In fact, most mornings, it wasn't the hyperactive Ine who woke him up, but this quiet stalker who liked to slip beneath his covers before dawn.
Just at this moment, Beatrice hopped off the sofa.
The Great Spirit marched straight up to Julia. Without a word of warning, she reached out and lifted the hem of Julia's newly changed shirt, exposing her flat abdomen.
A special, intricate magical pattern—like a stylized crest tattoo—came into view, resting just below her navel.
Julia, who was stunned for a split second, immediately yanked her shirt back down.
"Betty, what are you doing?!" Julia questioned, her face turning completely red at being exposed in the middle of the hall.
But Beatrice ignored Julia's embarrassment.
With puffed cheeks, the little girl turned her butterfly eyes to glare at Regulus.
She knew very well what this mark represented. In fact, she also had this exact pattern on her own body. But there was a slight, crucial difference between the crest on her stomach and the one on Julia's.
The difference was whether the magic was "lit up" or not.
An unlit pattern showed only faint, black lines—a symbol of belonging to his household. But after being lit up through the exchange of bodily fluids and absolute submission, the lines that drew the crest would glow with a permanent, vibrant pink hue.
The pattern on Julia's abdomen had already turned bright pink.
This meant that Julia had definitively, irreversibly been claimed.
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