ushernet 146: Start of the fourth volume and a… GILF?!
146: Start of the fourth volume and a… GILF?!
[All techniques have been advanced to stage 2][Celestial demon sword art]
[Night demon shadow]
[Blessing]
[Knight’s will]
[Advanced mechanical engineering]
[Ten arrow archery]
[Bladeless dagger]
[Reinforced sword—]
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Thousands of skills were forcefully imprinted in the system. While I could execute them without the system, the mana consumption for them would have been massive. At least now I had those skills at my disposal without worrying about my feeble mana.
That reminded me to increase my mana as well. My mana was terribly low at the moment. Just having two anal sex and some slapping had almost drained my mana.
After this was done, I moved on to the next part.
The final part of the day.
[You have ejaculated inside Rayla ???]
[Your potent essence is invading Rayla ???]
[Blessing of Athena had taken effect]
[Child procreated from Athena’s blessing would have special properties of both her and your bloodline]
[Would you like Rayla ??? to become pregnant?]
[Yes\No]
There were a few points that were bugging me. First of all were the question marks in front of Rayla’s name. Those were never there before.
The second point was the blessing. For some reason, these messages hadn’t shown up when I came inside Sandra and Martha. Only when I fucked Cassandra, Zara, and now Rayla.
Was there some sort of condition required? Or was it totally random?
I was kind of at a loss at the moment for that.
When I didn’t figure it out after some time, I decided to push it for another time and checked what happened after I clicked on ‘No.’
[Pregnancy would be nullified]
[Blessing of Athena would be redirected towards Rayla ???]
[A random effect has taken place]
[Intelligence +100]
That was something. Cassandra received a skill associated with the life element from the goddess of fertility and birth, Freya, who was also linked to creating life. Zara had received 100 strength stat as associated with the god of war, Ares.
And now Rayla received 100 intelligence stat, associated with the goddess of wisdom, Athena.
The only problem was that these gods weren’t from the same mythologies.
Ares and Athena shared the Greek mythology, but Freya was from the Norse mythology. There was nothing linking them together.
Another pattern that didn’t make sense, aside from the fact that only those three received the blessings, and the rest of the two didn’t.
This all required further research, but for now, I was in pain from the incorporation, and I needed to rest. Not to mention, I also had to restore my mana, so I closed my eyes and began to meditate and circulate my mana.
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The next morning, Carlson’s orders were carried out with extreme precision. All men except yours truly were expelled to the distant eastern wing, while the western wing became the haven of women only.
And me!!
Hell yeah!!
Anyway, that was not all the next morning brought. It also brought me…
“Are you the one because of whom I have to change my residence here, disrupting my whole life?”
An angry milf.
Or, to be exact, I was brought before her when a servant came to me in the morning at the training room to bring me to her.
Her name wasn’t told to me, and none of the maids around her called her by her name, only my lady, as was consistent with this era. Anyway, aside from her name, she was every man’s dream. More than a dream, actually. She was the unrealistic fantasy that a man knew could never become true, but still was the sunlight of this life.
She was 5’8”, no guesses on her actual age, but she seemed to be in her late twenties from her looks. I could be off, of course, since the ages of the women of this world could be very deceiving.
An hourglass figure that commanded attention, or could have if this were a normal world. One thing was for sure, her figure was that of a high-class noble lady because, except for Rayla, there was no commoner woman who could match her in proportions and beauty.
Her skin was creamy white, smooth and flawless from only what I could see, except for her face and neck, and her pushed out breasts; every part of her body was covered.
She had long, lustrous black hair that fell in silky waves down to her mid-back, styled in an elegant updo with jeweled pins to signify her status.
Her most striking feature was her busty physique. H-cup breasts, the third biggest in size I had ever seen in this world, full, heavy, and perfectly rounded.
They strained against the corset and noble dress she wore.
Her slim waist was highlighted by her tight dress around her stomach, which greatly contrasted with her wide, child-bearing hips like Zara.
Unfortunately, since she was sitting down and had a dress that covered the rest, I couldn’t make out the rest. I might be wrong about her cup size too, since her breasts were pushed out because of her corset and dress.
Other than that, what I could comment on was her face. Elegant was the best way to describe it. She was beautiful, no arguments there. She was as beautiful as Zara, second only to Rayla. So far, that was.
High cheekbones, full lips that naturally rest in a slight pout, and long, sharp, intelligent dark brown eyes framed by long lashes.
Her refined posture displayed her high nobility very clearly, and her slightly raised chin and graceful movements displayed her confidence.
However…
“Are you a mute, commoner?”
She was a bitch. No one had to tell me that.
From just the way she spoke, she seemed to have a rude and prickly attitude, aligning with the typical noblewoman who was raised with care and high expectations, with little tolerance for those beneath them.
“Um, no, my lady, I was just not permitted to speak yet,” I replied as respectfully as required.
“So you mean to say it is my fault?” She asked, her attitude still the same.
“Certainly not, my lady. It is my mistake for not being able to understand your intentions.” I replied, keeping my posture low before her.
“Hmm. At least you have tact.” She replied before she added, “Anyway. I called you here to tell you that because of you, I do not intend to put my life on hold. I do not know what father wants from me by being here, but I have no interest. So leave me alone. Come before me, and you will be punished.”
So in other words, she couldn’t disobey Carlson, but didn’t want to comply with his commands either, so she was ordering me, the person she could order around, to keep my mouth shut and just relay in my report if there were any chances of any, that everything was fine and dandy.
She was complying, and the task was going on smoothly, in summary.
That was what she wanted me to say.
In a way, it was bad. Zara was a noblewoman I got by chance. She offered her feet to me, and I managed to hook her up. She was the one who came on to me first, and as a commoner, there was no way I could touch her.
The same was with this woman. If I tried to do anything without her permission, even talk her into it, she would have my head.
It was better to wait for an opportunity and not waste time on her.
“Understood, my lady. I will make sure to keep my mouth shut.” I replied and began to walk backwards while my posture was still low.
“You do have tact. Work on your reactions, though. They are slow.” She responded as if she were graciously giving me life advice.
“Of course, my lady,” I replied and finally left the room.
It was difficult trying to keep my posture lowered all the time, so I was glad in a way that the conversation came to an end.
Besides, while she was sexy and all, there was no need for me to go to her exclusively. I had many more pussies to spend my time with, and since the maids I was seeing around the wing were told to keep their mouths shut due to a mana oath, I could just use them.
Of course, I wasn’t going to just get into it. I don’t know how, but Zara had somehow managed to bypass her mana oath. One could not do that unless one had strong means to do so.
What if a maid in here was a spy, whose orders were to keep an eye on this new situation? Because I was certain that word would have gotten out. There was a chance that a maid here was a spy, and only powerful people could plant spies. If Carlson had ways to bypass a mana oath, then so did they.
I wasn’t taking any risks for now.
For now, I would have to keep up with the pussies I knew for sure were on my side.
Or at least that was my intention when a busty, silver-haired maid approached me, instantly spiking my lust because of her body, and told me, “The Lady of Carlson wishes to see you.”
Damn. That was a perfect GILF.