Mushoku Impact

"Damn brat...you trying to knock me up...?"
Despite the harshness of her tone and words, Reida couldn't help smiling as she stared up at the ceiling of her guest room in a contented daze. She didn't remember exactly, but her youngest daughter should be around six or seven years old. She had only had sex a few times since then, but even men twice his age couldn't compare to the little rascal that just played her body like a fiddle.
Instead of responding to Reida's words, Paul continued to silently enjoy the feeling of her breasts cushioning his face. He had yet to pull out of her, so he still had a semi pressed up to its hilt within her firm and warm depths. She may have experienced many men throughout her life, but a mixture of intense physical conditioning and Healing Magic gave Reida a firmness comparable to young women a third her age.
Exhaling a steamy sigh, Reida reached up to comb her fingers through Paul's hair as she said, "Thanks for that, kiddo. This might sound like lip service, but I don't think I've ever experienced pleasure like that. At the very least, not when any single man was involved...you're still a little wet behind the ears, but you've got a pretty terrifying talent there..."
Finished with her praise, Reida grabbed a handful of Paul's hair, pulling his face from her breasts with a predatory smile on her face as she said, "You little shit...just who do you think it is you're trying to conquer?"
Without waiting for Paul's response, Reida flung him in a way that caused him to crash upside down into the wall. The Water God School might not place a focus on power, but the muscular resiliency required to move at supersonic speeds made Reida one of the strongest people in the world, even without using Touki.
Though he managed to cushion his fall with his hands, Paul still ended up falling and landing on his head with a thump. Fortunately, Reida wasn't as angry as she was pretending to be. If anything, she was actually amused by how passionate and intense Paul had been during their intercourse. It was nice to feel wanted, even if the person desiring her nearly thirty-four years her junior.
While Paul was busy picking himself up, Reida gave herself a firm smack on her lower abdomen. The impact was fierce enough to produce a small shockwave, but, more importantly, it was enough to force out the almost ludicrous amount of semen Paul had pumped into her. He ended up firing off a total of eleven shots, three on the bed, seven inside of her, and one on her back. The last one kind of pissed Reida off, so she scooped up an entire palmful of semen from the bed and sent it sailing across the room, smacking Paul in the back of his head.
"What the fuck?"
Reaching up to wipe the back of his head, Paul's expression turned grim as he realized what the viscous substance was. In response, Reida said, "I told you not to get your semen on me. Shooting it inside is bad enough, but I'd rather you release it there than on my body. Now I need to take a bath, or I'm going to smell like sex and piss all day."
Resisting the urge to point out that Reida had squirted all her own, Paul spent a few moments trying to clean his hair before asking, "Want to take a bath? With how long we've been going at it and how into it you were at the end, I doubt there's a single person in the Estate who doesn't know we're fucking."
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Though she had heard about and experienced Paul's maturity, Reida was a little taken aback by how casual he had suddenly become. Most Nobles would freak out if they were thrown into a wall or had a handful of semen hurled at them. Paul just took it in stride.
"You're not a normal kid. Your intelligence, skill level, maturity, and those Visions. You're a little monster in the making, Paul Notos Greyrat..."
Shaking his head, Paul refuted Reida's claim, stating, "I just want enough strength to uphold my ideals and protect the things I care about. If that makes me a monster, I imagine all humans are monsters..."
Smiling at the sentiment, Reida leaned against the headboard of her bed, hands behind her head as she stared at nothing in particular, musing, "You ain't wrong, kiddo..."
Recalling how terrible her life had been before she managed to become a Sword King, there were few things Reida wouldn't give to go back in time and just slaughter everyone who made her life a waking nightmare. All but her youngest daughter had been forced on her by circumstances beyond her control, and, even though she was the Water God, she was little more than a tool for the Asuran King.
Seeing Reida stare off into space with a wistful yet somehow terrifying look on her face, Paul hesitated for a moment before asking, "Want to talk about it...?"
Blinking in surprise, Reida lowered her arms as she looked toward Paul and asked, "Are you, a knave who can't even break out of the Advanced Rank, worrying about me, a God...?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Paul answered, "If the Gods were faultless and without worry, the world wouldn't be such a messed up place. I might not be able to do anything, but I can at least hear you out if you want to vent."
"Huh..."
Sensing genuine concern and a bit of embarrassment exuding from Paul, Reida's impression of him improved quite a bit. She couldn't help thinking he was a little soft and naive, but it was kind of nice to meet a Noble who cared about more than just themselves.
"Tell you what, kid. If you stop holding back and reach the Saint Rank before 15, not only will I bare my heart to you, but I'll groom you as my successor. Until then, focus on your own problems."
Though she appreciated Paul's concerns, Reida could tell he was the type to let other people's problems weigh him down. Since he had kept his end of the deal by providing her with a powerful weapon and a Vision, she was determined to help him grow stronger. Sex was a method swordsmen and women used to keep their apprentices, particularly those of the opposite sex, motivated and without enmity. Training could get extremely harsh at times, so by letting Paul have sex with her, Reida was letting him release his pent-up frustrations while simultaneously scratching her itch.
Since Paul clearly had a bit of a hero complex, Reida knew that confiding in him would increase his anger and frustration toward the world. She didn't want to have to cut him down if he became a mad dog who bared his teeth towards the Royal Family, so, until he had the strength to back up his bark, she would rather regard him as an adorable little puppy than a potential dragon...
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Nearly three weeks after the death of the Duke, the Royal Coroner, his team, and nearly a hundred Knights arrived at the Notos Estate. When Amarant saw the latter, his expression turned especially grim as it was clear to him what the King had in mind.
Fortunately, while Ningguang's network was nowhere near the level she wanted it to be at, it was more than enough to keep her apprised of large-scale movements. Convoys of soldiers were slow to move, and they had to resupply at several villages along the way. During their stay, both the soldiers and caravaners would stop at various pubs and brothels. By the time the 'Royal Inquisition' had reached the Notos Estate, Ningguang had transferred most of her core personnel and supplies through underground tunnels that were both constructed and subsequently sealed by Zhongli.
Since the Inquisition had appeared at the Estate carrying a Royal Decree, Amarant had no choice but to allow them to search the premises from top to bottom. This included the East Wing and the warehouse at the back of the Estate, a refurbished storehouse repurposed for the production of silk and polyethylene products.
To Amarant's immense surprise and the Inquisition's chagrin, a search of both locations turned up very little. None of the people they were asked to investigate were present, and there was no evidence of House Notos planning a rebellion. At the very least, nothing on the property, not even Amarant's private journal, revealed anything. The only thing of note they discovered were comprehensive plans to coordinate with the Royal Family and further develop the Region's infrastructure.
Dissatisfied with the results of their search, the Inquisition's next plan of action was to interview every single person within the Notos Estate. They even brought along a powerful lie detection artifact, but due to his status as the Lord of House Notos, Amarant was spared its use. As for Valentine and Paul, the former didn't know anything, and the latter had his father's support. Amarant didn't allow them to ask Paul any leading questions that could be misconstrued as a confession of guilt. The only thing he allowed the Chief Inquisitor to ask were questions related to Paul's intentions and whether or not he was acting against the interests of the Asura Kingdom or the Royal Family.
Fortunately for Paul, he genuinely didn't give a damn about either. Would he overthrow them if the situation presented itself? Sure. Did he have any plans to do so? Quite the opposite. He was actually waiting for Princess Ariel to be born so he could support her claim to the throne. Thus, when the Chief Inquisitor asked, Paul wasn't lying when he said he was acting in the interests of the Royal Family and the Asura Kingdom as a whole.
Making things even harder for the Inquisition, Reida decided to speak out on Paul's behalf. As the Water God, Reida was the personal bodyguard of the King when he traveled abroad. Her loyalty was even guaranteed by a powerful magical contract, so her testimony carried a tremendous amount of weight.
Unfortunately, even though the Inquisition fully exonerated House Notos of any wrongdoing, it never really mattered. The Coroner had been given a message to pass directly to Amarant, a confidential missive that laid out the terms for House Notos' absolution. In other words, even though there was no evidence of any wrongdoing, they would still be held accountable unless the Royal Court's demands were kept.
First and foremost, the Kingdom would be deploying officials to conduct a land survey and redraw the borders of the Milbots Region. They made no mention of seizing land, but it was stated that they would be coordinating with Boreas and Eurus Houses to clarify which land belonged to whom. In layman's terms, they had colluded with the Royal Family to help suppress House Notos in exchange for land. All because the Royal Court was afraid that the Milbots Region was growing 'too prosperous.'
Though the redistribution of land and various resources made up the bulk of the King's 'proposal,' Amarant knew it was the smaller items they really cared about. Their territory and mines could always be redeemed through various deals. It was simply a means for the Royal Family to force House Notos to redistribute their wealth to sustain the balance between the Four Regions. The last two items, however, were things that could not be taken back unless the King issued a Royal Decree...
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Instead of having Paul come to his study, Amarant visited his son's room for the first time in more than five years. There, he found Water God Reida waiting patiently outside with her arms crossed while Paul could be heard shuffling about in the room's interior.
After exchanging glances and curt nods with the beautiful woman that he could covet but never obtain, Amarant entered his son's room to find Paul in the middle of packing a large rucksack. The already grim expression on his face became even more so as he asked, "You already know...?"
Hearing his father's words, Paul tossed his rucksack off to the side before looking back, surprising Amarant with a calm smile as he said, "Ningguang is very capable..."
Exhaling a tired sigh, it was Amarant's turn to surprise Paul by wrapping his arms around his son and whispering, "I believe in you...no matter what path you walk, no matter where you go, never forget that you are a Notos. No matter what anyone else says, you will forever be my son..."
Feeling the trembling of his father's body, a sour feeling spread through Paul's nose as he returned the man's embrace and muttered, "Take care of mother, Flute, and the boys for me...I don't have the heart to see them before I go, so tell them I love each of them very much...and...no matter what, know that I'm proud to have been born your son...I love you, dad..."
Fearing that Paul would rise up to become a threat, the Royal Court had decreed that his status as both the Heir of House Notos and a Noble be revoked. He could obtain the rank of a Baronet if he traveled to the Royal Capital, but that was no different from being a commoner with the right to refer to themselves as Sir. In other words, Paul was now a peasant...
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"You sure you don't want to turn back and say goodbye to your mother? Never know what'll happen on the road. For all you know, this is the last chance you'll ever have to see her."
Without looking back at the raven-haired woman following behind him, Paul answered, "If that were true and I turned back now, the last memory I would have of my mother is her tear-stained face. There's also a chance she would try and convince me to stay. If that happened, I would be filled with regret my entire journey..."
"Mmm...well, if you say so. Just don't go calling me mommy if you begin to feel homesick."
Exhaling a sigh, Paul suppressed the image Reida's comment placed in his mind before asking, "Are you sure you want to follow me? Now that I'm no longer a Noble, there are no real benefits to being on good terms with me. I mean, other than the obvious one..."
Understanding what Paul was saying, an amused chuckle emanated from Reida's throat before she suddenly hugged him from behind. She wouldn't say it aloud, but she was even more interested in Paul now that he wasn't a Noble. Without the burden of inherited duty and obligation, each of the actions he took from this moment forward would shape him into the man he made himself. She might not be able to accompany him as long as she would like, but Reida was interested in seeing the man he would grow into without the public backing of his family.
"I said I would accompany you to the Holy Land of the Sword, so that's what I intend to do. Besides, you spent all that time and effort trying to 'conquer' me. Would you be satisfied if I just walked away now?"
Though he had never once mentioned trying to conquer the inordinately beautiful swordswoman, Paul would be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind. Reida was perceptive enough to distinguish the minute fluctuations in a person's emotions, so she had probably sensed his intent during their daily fuckathons. She was currently the only woman he could release his tensions with, so they had been going at it like rabbits for five to six hours a day since she started training him.
"The question you should be asking is if you'd be satisfied walking away before I fully mature. My father is 185cm tall, and I'm pretty sure I'm on track to outgrow him. If you think I'm a 'little monster' now, just wait until I become a 'big beast'..."
"You cheeky little rascal...are you sure you're a Noble...?"
Removing Reida's arms from his neck and shoulders, Paul turned around to face her before surprising her with an embrace that resulted in both of his hands grasping her bubbly yet incredibly toned bottom.
"Didn't you hear? By order of King Enel Anemoi Asura, Paul Notos Greyrat was to have his noble status and title revoked. Now, I'm just Paul Greyrat, Lord of nothing but myself..."
Demonstrating a degree of strength uncommon for a ten-year-old, even if he appeared much older, Paul easily hefted Reida by her ass cheeks as he added, "My most meaningful claim to fame right now is that I'm the fuck buddy of the beautiful and courageous Water God Reida Reia...so yeah, I would be sad to see you go, but I'd love to watch you leave..."
Though it was only for a moment, Reida felt her heart flutter in response to Paul's words and actions. It was to his benefit that she actually had a thing for younger men, or, more accurately, boys on the cusp of becoming men. A lot of her traumas were related to older men having their way with her, so many of her most pleasant memories were from a time long before she became the Water God...
"You cheeky...no...forget it..."
Deciding to see if she could turn the tables, though she seriously doubted it, Reida once again wrapped her arms around Paul's shoulders. This time, however, they were face to face. As a result, she was able to lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips, the first they shared despite an ample amount of what Paul increasingly referred to as fucking.
Despite being tremendously surprised by Reida's actions, Paul didn't react negatively or release her. Instead, he surprised her by slipping his tongue into her mouth and pressing his semi against her crotch. She had on a pair of thick yet form-fitting black trousers, but he could still feel the contours and warmth of what lay beneath if he pressed and ground hard enough...
Surprising Paul this time, Reida's jaw briefly trembled before she slapped his shoulder, pushed away from him, and said, "There's a time and a place for everything, brat. We might 'fuck' like animals, but we're still human. I'm not fond of walking around with semen dripping between my thighs in the middle of the forest..."
Since Paul had been releasing his seed inside of her upwards of ten times a day, it wasn't an embellishment to state that he had cum inside her well over a hundred times. It was partially her fault for egging him on, but she honestly didn't care at this point. She just didn't want Paul ruining her only outfit. At the very least, they should find a stream or something first...
Realizing she was actively considering conditions that would let Paul have sex with her, Reida's thoughts and expression temporarily blanked before she gave him a firm shove and said, "Get a move on. You're supposed to know this Region, so I'm expecting you to get us to a town before it gets too late. If we end having to rough it, I'm using your blanket and clothes as a pillow."
Understanding the futility of trying to argue with a normal woman, much less one that could conceivably turn him to meat paste with a slap, Paul just smiled wryly and said, "The village I'm taking us to, Kroft, is around 23kms from the Estate. At a marching pace, it takes about four hours to reach. Given how long we've been on the road, we should reach it within the next hour, two at the most."
Nodding her head in approval, a somewhat mischievous smile developed across Reida's face as she said, "I see..." She then started to remove her sword belt and loose, open-sleeved jacket as she appended, "We won't be able to train much on the road. To prevent you from slacking off and getting lazy, I'll have you carry me."
Though the actual reason was because she was getting annoyed walking through rough terrain in heeled boots, Reida wasn't lying when she said it was to prevent him from slacking off. He also had an entertaining habit of picking her up, so she figured she was doing him a favor by letting him get accustomed to her weight.
Instead of arguing with the raven-haired swordswoman, Paul allowed her to tie her sword belt and jacket to his rucksack before letting her clamber onto his back. She was only around 47kgs, and the feeling of her thighs in his hands and breasts pressing into his back were pretty solid motivators. He also knew they would be able to engage in their nightly activities once they reached the town, so, after making sure the voluptuous woman was secured to his back, Paul began jogging, rather than walking, toward their destination...
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One of the fundamental rules of business, and a good idea in general, was that you never placed all your eggs in one basket.
Despite the efforts she had made to secure her position and improve the Milbots Region, Ninnguang had been preparing contingencies from the moment Paul first placed her in charge. Not because the Kingdom was bound to interfere, but because there was always a possibility that Paul simply wouldn't want to be the Lord.
By focusing on infrastructure and training capable personnel, Ningguang had created conditions that would allow House Notos to succeed even if she and Paul were no longer in the picture. As for her actual plan, she had been eyeing the East even before Paul summoned her.
Though she had to have Zhongli tunnel nearly 270km through the base of a mountain before she could get started, Ningguang had been setting up an underground command center West of what many colloquially referred to as the Strife Zone.&nbsp;
As the name implied, the Strife Zone was a region perpetually at war. It had been a place where the strong gathered to prove themselves for well over 4200 years, and, according to legend, it was the source of the Ranks popularized by Mages and Swordsmen.
Though the Strife Zone occupied a plot of terrain roughly 70% the size of the Asura Kingdom, it had been divided into more than a hundred warring Fiefdoms, Kingdoms, and Countries depending on the individual strength of the people in charge. Saints ruled over Fiefdoms while Kings, as could be expected, ruled over Kingdoms. As for Emperor-Ranked Swordsmen and Mages, they could typically bully Kings and Saints to form countries, but the belief was that a powerful Emperor could one day unify the entire region and make it into an Empire.
Since the notion of handing over between 40-70% of her earnings didn't sit well with Ningguang, she had always planned to cut ties with the Asura Kingdom at one point or another. Not entirely, but enough that she could form an autonomous trade nation similar to the Liyue of her homeworld.
By consolidating personnel, wealth, and resources for the better part of four years, Ningguang was already in a position to establish a nation of her own the moment she stepped into the Strife Zone. Instead, she had Zhongli and the Dwarves she hired construct a fortress in the base of the Red Dragon Mountain Range.&nbsp;
As eager as she was to charge into the center of the Strife Zone and expand outward, Ninnguang knew better than to underestimate even ordinary people. The most powerful faction presently within the Strife Zone was the Markien Mercenary Country.&nbsp;
As the name implied, the Markien Mercenary Country was a nation of mercenaries led by an Emperor-Ranked Earth/Fire Mage known as Eura Wyne Kurr. He was a half-demon who had governed over the region for nearly ninety years, backed by a group of two Sword Kings, six Sword Saints, and a bevy of Saint-Ranked Mages he had raised from a young age.
Though she was confident that Ei and Zhongli could move about freely within the Strife Zone, Ningguang could also imagine the former getting taken advantage of and the latter getting lost. Thus, while Paul was off away on his training voyage, trailed by Rosaria and Lynette, Ningguang aimed to spread her influence into the region from West to East. When she finally reached the sea, that's where she would construct the new and improved Liyue Harbor, a port she was determined to make into the center of trade between the Central, Millis, and Demon Continents...
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"Seriously...kid...show...some...restraint..."
Though her hands and the pillow beneath her muffled her words, Reida was confident Paul could hear her. Instead of slowing down, however, he spread her ass cheeks with his hand, pushing her butt up as he increased his speed and continuously adjusted his angle. He could see Reida's toes curling, so there was no way in hell he was going to let up when she was on the verge of a massive climax.
Despite her efforts to resist, Reida began squirting as Paul's glans struck and scraped a few of her more sensitive spots. Paul had learned most of her weak spots by now, so, after nearly four hours, Reida was beginning to get a little teary-eyed due to the pleasure. Her face was red up to her ears, and, no matter how she attempted to suppress them, small moans that only served to motivate Paul further periodically escaped her lips...
Reida would never admit it, but if Paul didn't let up a bit, she really might break. Ironically, the very notion was enough to cause the depths of her vagina to tense like a vice...
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"While the essence of the Water God Style is Flow, only fools wait until their opponent has launched an attack before countering."
Punctuating her words, Reida smacked Paul across the fade with the flat of her wooden sword. Though the attack looked extremely casual, it sent Paul spinning through the air and landing face-first into a bank of snow.&nbsp;
Following after the Little Lord-shaped projectile, Reida added, "A lot of people say that the Water God Style lacks offensive moves. While that is true, countering the moment your opponent resolves themself to attack is not only the most powerful form of offense, it is an absolute defense."
As Paul pushed himself to his feet and spun around, Reida's body blurred like a phantom. From Paul's perspective, she seemed to disappear, but in reality, she had simply stepped into his blind spot the moment his pupils began to focus.
Startling the tense youth, Reida placed the flat of her blade atop his left shoulder as she explained, "Unless they are a mindless automaton, every creature in this world must form some kind of intent before they attack. It is what dictates their movement, where they're going to strike, and if they want to kill their adversary. The penultimate form of the Water God Style is countering within the fifth to a tenth of a second this intent forms..."
Retracting her blade from Paul's shoulder, Reida turned around, exposing her back to him as she casually drifted a few meters away. Others would have tried to attack at such a moment, but Paul used it to heal his broken nose and steady his breathing.
"Once you master these 'basics,' I will be able to teach you two of the Water God Styles Secret Arts, Flowing Sword Draw and Rolling Sword Stream. Master one, and you'll be able to touch upon the realm of Kings. Master both, and you'll be a half-step into the Emperor Rank..."
Tossing aside her wooden sword, Reido placed her hand on the hilt of her actual blade as she said, "Perfect three of the Water God Secret Arts, and the only thing preventing you from becoming a God is me..."
Faster than the eye could follow, mainly because she waited until Paul blinked; Reida covered the distance between them and slashed less than ten millimeters away from his neck before slipping past him in an instant. Her movements were so swift and silent that, for a brief moment, Paul felt as though he had imagined them as she appeared to 'phase' through his body. The thing that brought him back to reality was when the shockwave generated by her raw speed sent him staggering backward.
Grabbing Paul's head as he landed face-first into her breasts, Reida held him there, ruffling his hair as she mused, "You're cute when you have that stupefied look on your face."
Exhaling a sigh directly into Reida's breasts, Paul muttered, "I still have a long way to go..." before trying to separate from her. When he did, Reida's cerulean eyes sparkled as most young boys in Paul's position would have been rattled or attempted to prolong the contact for as long as possible.
"Look at you...such a mature Little Lord. If not for your anger issues and general impatience, you would be a perfect fit for the Water God Style."
Surprised and confused by Reida's words, Paul looked toward her, asking, "Anger issues? I don't consider myself a particularly irate individual..."
Raising her perfect, almost blade-shaped brows, Reida asked, "Who are you trying to fool? From the moment I first saw you until now, I have been able to sense your anger. You're just constantly suppressing it, pretending as though it doesn't exist."
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Though he wanted to refute Reida's words, Paul had become increasingly rational due to his association with Ningguang. When Reida worded things the way she did, he knew exactly what she meant by him being angry all the time. It was the same thing that prompted Augusta to accuse him of being angsty all the time...
Interrupting Pau's thoughts, Reida said, "You feel that way because you're a good person. At the very least, you're far more decent than most of the people I've met in this world..."
Walking towards Paul, Reida extended her hand to ruffle his hair as she added, "Unfortunately, while the desire to help people can certainly give you strength, it is one of the most significant detriments to mastering any of the sword arts. The more you desire strength for a specific reason, the less likely you are to obtain it. In turn, your failure to progress will cause you stress and self-doubt, compounding on the righteous indignation you feel due to your inability to act..."
Pulling Paul's face back into her plentiful bosom, Reida's expression and tone softened a bit as she whispered, "You need to decide whether or not you desire individual strength or true power...if it's the former, abandon all of the things that bind you. If it's the latter, embrace them fully...you can't have it both ways..."
Releasing Paul from her hold, Reida adopted her characteristic winking smile as she explained, "That last part is something I learned from the Demon Lord that grants Wisdom, Badigadi himself. I didn't believe it at the time, but once I stopped caring about surpassing others and started focusing on simply enjoying myself, it wasn't long before I found myself at the very top."
Finished with what she had to say, Reida turned around and walked with an overtly seductive swagger in her step. She knew Paul wouldn't be able to get any additional training in while his thoughts were in such a chaotic state, so she saw no reason to stick around. If Paul were smart, he would quickly follow after her...after all, those who held back never reached the pinnacle...
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Observing his son's training from a window on the third floor, Amarant had a reflective look on his face. Watching his son get smacked around wasn't pleasant, but seeing Paul rise no matter how many times he was knocked down filled Amarant with a mixture of pride and concern.
While the passing of the Duke was no one's fault, the Royal Family would not pass on the opportunity to use his death to their advantage. It didn't matter if the Royal Coroner found any indications of wrongdoing. At times like this, the truth was what the King decreed.
Though His Majesty was pretty sensible under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be the King if he wasn't willing to engage in some shady dealing. For the Duke to have died on the day of Paul's ascension to adulthood, it was possible that the King, inspired by the more opportunistic members of his court, would conveniently interpret it as an ill omen facing the Royal Family. The scary thing about this, at least from the viewpoint of Amarant, was that he wouldn't be far from the mark.
After seeing what Ningguang had accomplished in four years, Amarant would need to be a fool to believe her ambitions ended with the Milbots Region. He had also observed how his son's sense of justice matured as his power increased. In other words, it was only a matter of time before Paul, backed by Ningguang and his other Familiars, set his sights on the throne of the Asura Kingdom.
Had things developed along their intended course, Amarant could have bought his son and daughter-in-law some time by cozying up to the King during his stay in the Royal Capital.&nbsp;
Amarant hadn't mentioned it to Paul, but the true reason he had decided to relocate to Ars, rather than retiring within their territory, was so that he could be there to convince the King his son had the Kingdom's interests at heart. So long as Ningguang didn't do anything excessive, Amarant was confident he could have bought them a decade or two.
With the death of the Duke, the factions that opposed House Notos would not hesitate to whisper negative sentiments into the King's ear. While they would not outright call for Paul's death, it wasn't difficult to imagine them demanding he move to the Capital or relinquish his claim to the Lordship. In their petty and vindictive minds, this was their only chance to prevent a talented upstart from rising to prominence. To that end, they would not be pulling any punches...
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Though she expected a young man from the Notos Greyrat family to be virile and full of passion, Reida, for the first time in many years, believed she may have underestimated their peculiar genealogy. His actions were clumsy and inexperienced, but Paul had been going to town on her for the better part of four hours. As a result, she went from having the leeway to tease him a bit to biting her lips and gripping the bedsheets as Paul's hips loudly impacted her bottom from behind.
Despite breathing heavily and having a thick layer of sweat covering his body, Paul maintained a fervid and somewhat voracious smile as he gave Reida's ass a firm smack and declared, "I'm not stopping until you let your voice out or knock me away. Either way, it will be my victory..."
"You...cheeky lit-"
Interrupting Reida's words, Paul hunched over Reida's body, his left hand firmly grasping her breast as his right snaked its way around to the front of her body and in between her thighs. She had a fair amount of black hair decorating her mons, but, unlike back in his previous life, Paul didn't mind it. Due to how everything in his current life appeared cel-shaded like in an anime, Reida's bush resembled a small mat of spiky black hair rather than an unkempt nest of medieval era pubes.
Surprised that Paul was acquainted with a woman's speak spot at such a tender age, Reida made one final effort to contain her voice by covering her mouth with her left hand. Unfortunately, she had been experiencing lesser climaxes for the better part of three hours. When Paul suddenly started fiddling with her sensitive little bean, she even let out a bit of pee as a toe-curling climax shook her body to its core.
"Ah..."
Though it was nearly inaudible, hearing Reida release a tiny moan as her body began to tremble caused an overwhelming wave of gratification to wash over Paul's mind. He immediately stopped fiddling with her clitoris and, after fixing his posture, began to slam his hips into her with nearly as much vigor as he could manage. The rippling of her toned yet ridiculously soft ass cheeks only served to fuel his passion as he raised her hips with his hands, half-standing on the bed to get a better thrusting angle.
"You...you...you..."
Feeling a mixture of overwhelming pleasure and mild indignation, Reida wanted to tell Paul to stop but couldn't find the words. It had been years since she felt this embarrassed, but she didn't actually want him to stop. In fact, if he stopped now, she might just up and leave the Notos Estate after breaking every bone in his body...
Raising Reida's ass to the point he was literally standing on the bed, a primal-sounding groan emanated from Paul's throat as he slammed his hips into her one last time, forcibly raising her body as he released his seed as deep as possible inside of her. He immediately regretted it, but his recent experiences with the girls from the Intersection of Fate had conditioned him to blow his load on their insides.
Feeling Paul's hot semen fill her insides like a thick and viscous fluid, a powerful shiver ran through Reida's body. This wasn't the first time Paul had cum since they started, but she had forced him to shoot it out onto the bed rather than inside or on her body. Now that he had released his seed inside of her, Reida's mind momentarily blanked due to the pleasure. When she finally came back down, she found herself panting face-first on the bed as Paul, rather than stopping, turned her onto her side, raised her right leg to his shoulder, and began moving again...
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Chapter 49: MI49: Revocation