Slowly opening the enclosed bedroom door, Milia entered the room, her steps etched with a grace born from years of training.Milia responded, a beautiful smile formed on her lips, her head tilted, a mischievous glint flickering in her calm gaze, "You mean aside from wanting to meet you?"Blushing a little at the blunt words spoken, Sol floundered to find an answer to her teasing. Milia could be incredibly forward sometimes and in those rare moments, he would get flustered by her affectionate remarks, no matter how used to her flirtatious antiques he grew to become over the years."Fufufu. It makes me happy to still see you blushing like that. I was worried—""—No, it's nothing. As for your answer, while I indeed wished to see you. My main purpose in coming here was to remind you that lady Edea expects you at her library for your lesson."Abruptly gasping in surefire panic, Sol's back drenched in cold sweat as he was reminded about the appointment with his teacher, he almost missed it.
Sol couldn’t help but feel a little weak in the legs, walking down towards the private zone reserved for his magic teacher. He couldn’t help but wonder if Milia was in reality a succubus with how she had completely squeezed him dry in the span of a few hours. ‘Well, I should focus now.’ Edea Asmodeus, the witch of time, tentatively known as the Witch of the West. Edea was his teacher in magic studies, even though he couldn’t use mana until his awakening. Even then, her teachings weren't something he could use, he wouldn’t be able to learn witchcraft, for it was something only witches themselves could do. An inmate talent of theirs that set them apart from other humans. Still, he was glad to have her as his teacher. The distance between the resting quarters of the upper floors and Edea’s domain was quite far so it took him a while to finally reach it, walking at a steady pace as he did. It didn’t help that he was slightly exhausted after his earlier sensuous moments with Milia. Wh
'So basically my father was the stereotypical archetype of the main character in Japanese Isekai Novels.'He knew for a fact that the story couldn't be that simple, also there were still many little things, crucial secrets, he wasn't told or made aware of but frankly, it didn't matter to him. His father's past wasn't an issue he wanted to muse on for the time being. He had other more pressing things to handle."Master, what do you think I should do?"Yes, this was the crux of the matter. When you don't understand, simply ask someone knowledgeable, seek and request solutions, or a path you could tread. Discussions always lead to the answers you seek — it’s been that way since time immemorial.It was a rule — a rule Sol lived by throughout the entirety of his life. Be it in this world or in the previous one, that was his motto.Edea, hearing his question simply smiled, a heartwarming smile, knowing that she was someone Sol could lean on to when debilitating on a matter. Hence, she prese
The words, coming out of her mouth, surprisingly didn't chill the warm atmosphere held between them.Nor did Sol's expression change, or he spoke anything to comfort her. It wasn't his style.Saying that everything would be alright?Those kinds of words and actions with nothing to back them up were nothing more than pure hypocrisy.What's more, did she need his pity or consoling words? No, she didn't. Edea wasn't a weak woman, she never was. She wasn't someone who needed a young little boy to act as if he understood her pain and sympathize with her. The truth — as it will always be — is that he could never truly understand her pain, hence, he never acted like he did."I really wonder. Generally, people at this moment always have an awkward expression and become very uncomfortable or try to comfort me. But, the same has never happened in your case even after I explained what being a witch truly meant.""If you don't share someone's pain, you can never come to understand them. But just
Finished with the boring yet necessary lessons for his future role as a King, Sol was now free to do what he really wished to do all day; as was the case for any day for as long as he remembered.Walking, nigh sprinting, towards the stables while keeping his noble appearance intact, by some measure, Sol barely managed to hide his excitement, until he found himself face to face with another person — his next instructor."Prince Sol, I am happy that you took your precious time to come learn from this old man. I hope you had a beautiful day, today."Smiling at the words of the white-haired old man bowing in front of him, Sol wanted to answer casually but remembered where he was.Right now, he was outside the tower, but still close to it. He understood that he shouldn't go too far as long as he didn't awaken and obtain a reliable way to defend himself, he had to be very careful about his safety."Do not worry lord Gerald. You are a man I respect very much and taking lessons from you has a
The gentle calming music of a harp echoed soothingly in the large dining space. In the middle of the pristine white room people, guests of today's event, sat on either side of the relatively large table. The Supreme Daughter being the only one sitting at the helm of the white wooden dining table.The stirring notes of gently plucked strings, resounding like the angelic hymns of heaven, were also the sole source of noise in the eerily quiet room. Even though the group currently dining was quite sizable, they ate in perfect and utter silence.At the head of the table sat Camelia, resting on her comfortable seat, on her right sat Sol, and on her left the Duchess Milaris eating away with elegance, the scowl never leaving her otherwise glorious face.The rectangular table was clearly divided into two camps, two sides at a silent war of stares, with Sol's side of the camp being quite empty. Still, this did not seem to bother him in the slightest.The table was filled with delicious but ligh
Not dense, unlike your average harem protagonist, Sol was aware when he was receiving an invitation for a steamy session of carnal indulgence.In fact, perceptive as he was from a young age, he always had the nagging feeling that Camelia's love for him was slowly morphing into something less than platonic. The only thing stopping her previously from taking any sort of action was that he was a minor, a child to speak plainly.However, with him nearing the demarcation age of fifteen, he could already be considered an adult, by this world's standards, in every sense of the word. He having a nice couple of nights of passion with Milia, and his other trysts with the maids, also helped her to make the necessary step. Everything incorporated, Camelia was now ready to take their relationship to the step she was waiting for, for ages.Feeling bold, he casually stretched out his hands, brazenly groping her ample breasts through her white dress. Feeling them up, he instantly felt her momentarily
Utterly devoid of any article of clothes, Camelia, the Supreme Daughter of Castitas, was awkwardly placed on the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward in an exhibitionistic display that teased the height of shame. The creator of such a brazen display, Sol, the shameless prince, narrowed his eyes lovingly as he viewed her in all her naked and depraved glory.Despite her growing age, her pussy was tightly shut and devoid of any pubic hair. The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight.The holy woman, truly embarrassed by the position she was now bound to uphold, couldn't help but ask with a trembling voice lacing her soothing vocals."Hmmm…Sol? Why am I being bound so?""Of course, it's because you wish for it, don't you?""Heh, you shouldn't be so surprised, no? I remember some of the books you have in your collection. Well, most of the books. After all, they
The gentle calming music of a harp echoed soothingly in the large dining space. In the middle of the pristine white room people, guests of today's event, sat on either side of the relatively large table. The Supreme Daughter being the only one sitting at the helm of the white wooden dining table.The stirring notes of gently plucked strings, resounding like the angelic hymns of heaven, were also the sole source of noise in the eerily quiet room. Even though the group currently dining was quite sizable, they ate in perfect and utter silence.At the head of the table sat Camelia, resting on her comfortable seat, on her right sat Sol, and on her left the Duchess Milaris eating away with elegance, the scowl never leaving her otherwise glorious face.The rectangular table was clearly divided into two camps, two sides at a silent war of stares, with Sol's side of the camp being quite empty. Still, this did not seem to bother him in the slightest.The table was filled with delicious but ligh
He echoed out loud in absolute bewilderment.From the situation, he could somewhat guess what she meant but he wanted to hear her explain it, without that there was no way he'd be able to believe the presumptions his mind reached on its own.A sad smile, full of melancholy and pain, formed on Lilith’s face; saddening further seeing his incredulous look."Do not underestimate the means of a woman. Do you know this saying? Beauties are the bane of heroes.”Lilith didn’t dare to enter into details, just thinking about this wretched memory made her heart hurt, and made it hard for her to breathe."I do not wish for you to meet such a stupid end like your father. Your father was very poor at handling women. How to say this… He was too dense? Too easily flustered by women? I never understood why despite all his power he became a total mess when facing a person of the opposite gender."She sighed sadly, remembering about Mars and his foolish antiques when it came to women, she continued her
Hearing his sudden question, Lilith, who was about to eat her meal, narrowed her eyes to slits; myriad emotions filtered through them before she elegantly put down her fork and knife, resting her gaze at a serious Sol, more serious than she had ever seen him before.She knew for a fact that this question would be coming her way sooner or later and in fact, was surprised it took so long.Silence settled between the two as Lilith searched for the right words to answer Sol, to explain what he desired to learn. She wished for nothing more than for him to understand her woes and the grounds behind her actions.Before getting pregnant with her daughter, Lilith had never been interested in motherhood and she believed that she was far from the perfect example of what a mother should and could be.Her life was a battlefield and she was a warrior, motherhood never came close to the nature of slaughter and destruction she cultivated throughout her life.Thus, the inevitable happened when her chi
Having cummed thrice from Milia's passionate and meticulous attention, Sol had fallen asleep almost immediately. The day's tiredness, and the mental strain of the pleasure he received, coupled with the strain of the passion-filled exercise was just too much for him to do anything but immediately shuttle to the realm of sleep. However, for some unknown reason, as the light of the sun, filtering through the curtains, shined on his shut eyes and began to rouse him from his deep sleep, he felt a wet and warm sensation surrounding his lower body, specifically his hardened meat-slab. Slowly rubbing his heavy eyelids, still drooping with sleep, he looked at his crotch, and immediately, identified the source of the pleasurable feeling originating from his pleasure organ. “Good morning, your highness.” Milia looked up at him with a gentle and slightly lecherous smile, but for some reason, his underwear was pulled down to his knees and his morning wood was held firmly in her dainty hands, s
In this world of fantasy and magic, Seven Kingdoms stood tall. Each of them, named after one of the seven sins, each of them representing one of the seven races inhabiting this world.Among them, there was the race of humans, and their kingdom was called Lustburg, named after the most hedonistic of all the sins, the sin of lust — representing the relentless passion and prolific desire the race representing it, humans, instinctually held.Presently, in a luxurious room situated at the very top of the royal palace of Lustburg known as the tower of Babel — a tall tower clad in the colors of white and gold, and stylized with archaic artistry — a young blonde-haired man could be seen sleeping soundly in a grandiose circular shaped bed, large enough to hold four or five people and still have enough room for them to sleep comfortably.“May I enter, your highness?”Whatever dreams the young man might’ve been experiencing were broken like shattered glass as his eyelashes faintly quivered, the
What followed was a simple speech where Sol talked a little about himself and his wish to make the kingdom stronger and better. The usual rubbish.He now understood a little why politicians always lied during elections. The populace didn't care about the truth. The truth was heavy and full of bleakness.What they needed was someone who could make them dream. Someone who could promise them better days ahead. That was also why religion was always popular no matter what era.Well, this was just his opinion based on his experience.After the speech followed by the applaud, Sol's role was pretty much over. It was just noon and he had until the evening before having to go visit the Highland family. As such he decided to go to the quarters in the tower of babel with Lilin.After welcoming her, Sol immediately began discussing with Lilin about her adventures."For the first few weeks, I just stayed in the kingdom."From what she said, she didn't simply leave without any plan. She stayed in th
Under a shed in the hanging garden, a beautiful red-haired woman reclined on a rocking chair, a large white blanket covering her as she observed a young man busy himself around.White snowflakes fell like petals of a flower from the sky but thanks to a special barrier none of it entered the garden but instead drifted aimlessly around it, giving this sight a mesmerizing feeling.Sighing, the red-haired woman asked, "Why don't you let me help you, you know that I just discovered my pregnancy two months ago right? I still have between twelve to forty months before giving birth."At the end of the day, even though she looked like a human and had reproductive organs compatible with humans, she wasn't one. She was a dragon. A mythical creature mainly made out of energy rather than flesh.For the fetus to mature completely, it had to absorb her energy until saturation. The longer this went on, the more talented the baby would be. The problem was that during this period, the mother would be s
(AN: Those events happen few days before the tournament.)Sol was currently resting in the church after having fled from the training with Lilith. He didn't mind being trained harshly, but he also needed to relax from time to time.“To think Sol fell asleep so soundly, that crazy Lilith must really be tiring him.”“Indeed. However, his sleeping face sure is cute…"While Sol was still in the middle of his dreams, two women entered his room, enjoying the sight of his sleeping face.One was Milia, his maid and the other was unsurprisingly Camelia. They were now sitting next to Sol, watching him as he sleeps.“Nevertheless, for him to not even wake up with two people so close to him. Perhaps Lilith isn't training him enough?""This isn't the case. I assure you that his highness senses are incredibly sharp. It's just that he doesn't consider us as a threat and as such his sense didn't wake him up.""Fufufu~! I see. In short, he felt at ease next to us."It was truly incredible to see a Mai
"I see, so you are Setsuna."In a large room, a blue haired little girl could be seen standing in front of a blonde haired woman.'Incredible! So this is the daughter of Castitas. How powerful.'It wasn't the first time she had met someone at the level of a ruler. But compared to her father, or even her uncle, the woman sitting with a faint smile in front of her made all her instinct scream in submission. She had to give her all to not simply roll over and show her stomach.Seemingly noticing her discomfort, Camelia showed a smiled in apology before dispersing the silent pressure that was filling the room."I am sorry. Your father was someone I respected very much. Hearing about his potential demise is something truly sad and I lost control of my emotions."Setsuna lowered her head at the mention of her father. Her eyes reddened as she fought to hold back her tears. No matter how far she had fallen, she was still the princess. She refused to show such a disgraceful sight to a stranger