Chapter 130 The Pendragon family are all... Perverts? (R-18)
Black Dragon Gate Arc
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(POV: Akashic Records)
The quiet city of Glenforst.
Situated in the picturesque Duchy of Drakoria.
Genevieve, Fanatio, and Garret gathered in the serene confines of Dr. Samras' healthcare center. The aftermath of the recent attack still present, their duty now shifted towards comforting the wounded commoners and assisting Samras in his tireless efforts.
Seated around a sturdy wooden table, the trio found solace in the warmth of their cups of tea.
Genevieve, her gaze distant and troubled, broke the silence that hung in the air. "It... it can't be true," she whispered.
Garret, his usually jovial features now etched with concern, leaned forward, meeting her gaze with empathy. "I know, Lady Genevieve. It sounds impossible, but it's what's being said," he replied gently, his voice carrying an undertone of disbelief.
Fanatio raised an eyebrow. "So you're suggesting that the second Queen might have committed treason?" she inquired, expectedly calm.
Garret nodded solemnly.
"Yes, I understand why it's hard to believe," he began, his voice tinged with a twinge of doubt. "But these rumors have spread like wildfire. The second queen of the Cross kingdom is said to have betrayed the royal family."
Fanatio sighed, her gaze drifting towards the wounded commoners lying in the nearby cots.
"Given the chaos that has ensued, it wouldn't be surprising," she mused softly, her tone tinged with resignation. "It'd be foolish of us to think that news travels as quickly to this remote city when the people here are still in-between the drama of Zarbon city."
Genevieve was unable to speak, her mind swirling with a tumult of emotions.
The thought of treason within the kingdom, betrayal at such a grand scale, struck her harder than any wound she had ever witnessed.
She tightened her grip on the fragile tea cup, the porcelain chilling against her fingertips.
Garret, leaning forward with a serious expression, looked sincerely into Genevieve's eyes. "I understand how you feel, Lady Genevieve. If anyone tried to harm my brother, I'd be furious as well. No one messes with family."
"I appreciate your understanding. But I fear I may have to return to the Royal Capital soon. There are matters I must attend to." (Genevieve)
Garret nodded. "Of course. I'll accompany you... after all, I'm almost healed up."
Genevieve stood abruptly, her mind lost in a whirlwind of worry. Without saying a word, she turned and left the room, her footsteps barely audible.
In the silence that followed, Fanatio continued sipping her tea, a calm demeanor masking her own concerns. Garret broke the silence, his voice laced with curiosity. "Aren't you planning to return to the Shield Kingdom, Fanatio?"
Fanatio shrugged, her gaze fixed on the steam rising from her cup. "I will, eventually. But for now, I have someone I'm searching for."
Garret's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Someone? Who?"
A mischievous smile played on Fanatio's lips as she leaned forward, lowering her voice. "Black."
Garret's face contorted into a scowl. "Black? I don't like that guy."
Rising gracefully from her chair, Fanatio met Garret's gaze, amusement sparkling in her eyes. "Oh? Is it perhaps because he kicked your ass in that tournament?"
Garret twitched at her unfiltered statement, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "That's not the reason!"
Fanatio tilted her head, her smile growing wider. "Sure, sure. Now, tell me, where can I find Skum?"
Garret sighed, resigning himself to the conversation. "Skum? The last I heard, he went to the market this morning for some supplies."
Fanatio nodded, her tea cup now empty.
With a playful wave, she bid him farewell.
"Thank you. I'll be taking my leave now."
"To where?"
"Oh, nothing big, just a little strolling is all."
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Some minutes later...
Naturally, Fanatio, known for her shimmering silver armor, decided to don a different attire on this particular day. A flowing white skirt swayed with every step she took, drawing attention to her luscious thighs. Paired with knee-high socks, her legs seemed to elongate, adding to her graceful appearance. To complete her ensemble, she chose a blue, shoulder-revealing shirt that added a touch of femininity to her usual warrior-like aura.
In the Shield kingdom, the blending of old and new was evident in their choice of attire, a stark contrast to the traditions followed in the Cross kingdom.
Fanatio strolled through the quiet streets.
Her senses heightened, Fanatio sniffed the air several times, her keen sense of smell searching for Skum. But then, her ears trembled for a moment when she caught the sound of a familiar voice nearby.
As she turned the corner, her gaze fell upon her older brother, Velzar, who was usually seen in his combat attire.
However, on this day, he appeared more casual, as if he had temporarily set aside his duties to indulge in a moment of respite.
To her surprise, Velzar stood with a young woman named Esta hanging onto his shoulder.
"Eh?"
Fanatio's eyes widened as she took in Esta's choice of attire.
The shortness of her skirt left nothing to the imagination, provocatively displaying her panties in their entirety. The tightness of said panties accentuated the contours of her vagina, adding an undeniable allure to her presence.
Startled by the sight before her, Fanatio hastened her steps and approached the two, her gaze fixed on Velzar.
"Oh, Brother Vel... you're here..." Fanatio said, unexcited.
"Wow, you sound so excited to see me." Velzar grinned.
"Of course," her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Anyway, I should get going. I came here for some treatments."
Curiosity getting the better of her, Fanatio couldn't help but probe further.
"Treatment? So you got wounded during the attack?" she asked, slightly amused.
Velzar's mischievous grin grew wider as he locked eyes with Fanatio.
The light in his eyes sparkled with humor as he replied, "Oh Fana, it's almost like you wanted me to get hurt."
Fanatio crossed her arms, feigning indifference.
But her lips curled into a sly smile. "Well, it wouldn't be the worst thing," she retorted.
Before anyone could react, Velzar's hand shot out with lightning speed, his palm meeting Esta's firm and supple buttocks not once, but twice. A delightful vibration rippled through the air, causing Esta to let out an involuntary yelp of surprise and pain.
"Geee!" Esta uttered.
Her expression became a bewildering mix of pleasure and annoyance.
"Hey, Velzar! Let me down!" Esta protested, her voice filled with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation.
Velzar chuckled, reveling in the power play. He held onto Esta possessively, unwilling to let her go. "Oh no, my dear, you're my property now," he proclaimed.
Shock and disbelief filled Esta's eyes as she struggled in Velzar's grip. "What? You're saying nonsense!" she exclaimed, her cheeks burning bright red from a potent combination of embarrassment and anger.
The again, her butt cheeks were also bright red from Velzar's initial spank.
Velzar smirked at her, reveling in the exhilarating tension. "Consider yourself lucky that I even considered you as such," he taunted, his words brimming with playful arrogance.
Fanatio watched the exchange awkwardly.
"Uh, I see."
Esta wriggled and squirmed, her face turning redder with each failed attempt to escape Velzar's firm hold.
"Let me go, you pervert!" she exclaimed.
Velzar laughed.
He smacked her butt again, causing her cheeks to jiggle and vibrate.
"Oh, sweet Esta, you should know better than to provoke a Pendragon," he said.
Esta yelped at the sensation, her buttocks folding inwards, creating even more delicious friction against her panty lining. She was torn between the desire to be free from Velzar's grasp and the curious pleasure that coursed through her body.
Esta shouted desperately, "Your his sister right? Please, help me get free from this pervert's clutches!" She was frustrated.
Fanatio shrugged nonchalantly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's none of my business. You should have thought twice before getting involved with him."
Esta's eyes widened in disbelief, her voice filled with an exasperated plea. "What do you mean, none of your business?"
Velzar gazed at Fanatio with amusement, his eyes dancing with mischief. "You see, Esta, even Fanatio knows that deep down, she loves and respects me," he said, a smug grin forming on his face.
Fanatio raised an eyebrow, her voice flat. "Don't flatter yourself. If anything, I don't give a rat's ass what you do."
Velzar's smirk widened, a challenge in his eyes. "Sore, are we?" he taunted, his words dripping with playful arrogance.
Fanatio simply shrugged, her hand casually resting on her sheathed sword. "Call it what you will, but the only sore one here is your ego."
As if to prove her point, Fanatio walked by, her sword jingling softly with each step.
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