Chapter 50: Introducing Seraphina, The Villainess
Eren didn’t even stop his thrusts, giving his honest, earnest answer while working.
"But I don’t want my sugar baby to remain a simple maid forever, Mira. I don’t want you to be someone who just cleans my room and services my body. You have a brilliant mind for administration, and I want to see your full potential. To be entirely frank... I need you. Not just as a maid, but as a competent woman who can help me manage our assets so we can retire early and live a lazy life together. Will you help me with that?"
Hearing his sincere confession, huge teardrops began to spill from her eyes. With a cry, she lunged forward and threw her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder as she wept tears of happiness.
"Thank you... thank you so much, young master," she sobbed, clutching him with all her strength as her tight insides rhythmically squeezed his buried length. "I... I know I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you. But I swear, I will try my absolute best to become a woman you can be proud of. I’ll work harder than anyone else at that academy so I can stand by your side forever!"
Eren chuckled satisfyingly, gently rubbing her back as he resumed a deep, incredibly loving rhythm inside her.
He buried his face on her chest, inhaling her sweet fragrance as the rhythmic, wet friction of their joined bodies echoed through the room.
"You know, Mira..." Eren muttered against her wet skin. "I might actually be the luckiest man in this entire kingdom. Somehow, a completely unhinged idiot like me ended up having a sexy, busty maid, having a quickie early in the morning. I want this every day, I will fuck you even when we end up in academy."
Hearing his unfiltered declaration, Mira let out a breathless, deeply touched giggle, her heart hammering violently against her ribs from a mix of incoming pleasure and love for him. In this exact moment, she was a complete slut for the overwhelming sensation of him filling her up, existing solely to be thoroughly consumed by her master.
"Then don’t just stand there talking, sugar daddy," she whimpered, her fingers curling into his hair as she pulled him down toward her chest. "This sugar baby is entirely yours to command. Eat up~."
Eren didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned over her completely, opening his mouth to suck and swirl around the pink nipple of her massive tit, drawing a loud shriek of pure bliss from her. Mira’s internal walls convulsed aggressively around his throbbing shaft in response, sending a high-voltage wave of heat straight to his core as they completely lost themselves in the chaotic, rhythmic downpour of their shared love.
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"Enough sweet moments for now, let’s start getting serious."
Aria Reedings heard the sharp, unyielding note in the morning air. She was currently sitting at a table on a sprawling, open-air balcony that overlooked the sprawling capital city. Setting her cup down, Aria turned her gaze toward the speaker sitting directly across from her.
The girl was an absolute masterpiece of genetic styling.
She possessed striking, snowy-white hair that caught the bright sunlight, and eyes the color of fresh blood. There was an elegance radiating from her that completely overshadowed the blue-haired Aria’s own noble poise.
She was beautiful—so effortlessly beautiful, in fact, that Aria internally mused that she might have fallen in love herself if she had been born a boy.
The blue-haired villainess offered a polite smile. "And what exactly is this serious discussion about, Seraphina?"
Princess Seraphina leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at her friend. "Has your formal engagement with that Volsver boy finally concluded?"
Aria nodded, adjusting her posture. "Almost. I initially went into the negotiations fully assuming he would be the same arrogant idiot we all remembered from the academy. However, that recent Reinhardt attack seems to have rewritten his entire personality. He actually negotiated. Still, he walked right into my grasp because he desperately required the Astraeus stones."
Seraphina let out a cynical chuckle as she reached up, elegantly pulling a strand of her snowy white hair behind her ear before wrapping her fingers around her expensive teacup.
"No man ever changes, Aria," Seraphina muttered darkly, her eyes staring blankly into the liquid, her palm grip on the cup tightened. "Do not fall for his sudden behavioral shifts. It is nothing more than a trick. They only ever think with their lower part. They will look you in the eye, make grand promises, and then completely abandon you the exact millisecond they have taken everything you have to offer."
Crack.
The expensive cup completely shattered into pieces within her grip, spilling tea across the table. Seraphina didn’t even flinch. "We cannot trust them. None of them. They are all exactly like him."
She turned toward the corner of the massive balcony to look at her royal guard tied securely to a wooden chair, bleeding profusely from a brutal torture routine. His mouth was stuffed, stifling his desperate whimpers.
Aria casually glanced over, entirely unbothered by the sight of blood contaminating her morning view. "Does he want air or something?"
Seraphina stood up, dusting cup shards off her hands as she walked over to him. "It is difficult to catch a mole these days," she commented, her voice chillingly sweet. "Especially one who thinks he can actively work for my enemies while greedily eating my food."
She yanked the cloth out of his mouth, and he immediately burst into a frantic breath. "P-Princess! Please! I beg of you, mercy! I swear on my life, I will be absolutely loyal to you from this day forth! Just spare me!"
Seraphina leaned down until her flawless face was merely inches away from his bloody nose. She offered him a blindingly bright, beautiful smile. "Alright. I believe you."
The guard let out a sobbing gasp of relief, thinking he got spared. But it was short-lived as Seraphina’s expression instantly turned into an emotionless void. She grabbed the top of the chair and violently dragged him with her terrifying strength toward the edge of the low balcony railing as the guard began to scream in terror.
"I am sparing you from my sight," Seraphina said flatly before throwing the chair over the ledge, sending the screaming mole down from the height of the manor.
She casually clapped her hands together to dust, walking back to the table as if she had done nothing more than swat a troublesome fly. She reached for a fresh handkerchief, wiping her fingers clean before looking up at her blue-haired friend.
"By the way, Aria," the white-haired villainess asked, her tone returning to a perfectly polite one. "What exactly was the name of your new fiancé again?"
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