After I had finished cumming, I collapsed on my side on the cold, unyielding floor, clutching Luny’s body tightly in my arms. Her body was still, now unconscious, probably overwheld by emotion that surpassed any sensation she had ever felt in her life before eting .
In any case, I let out a resigned sigh, acknowledging the fact that it might take a while for the won of this world to adapt to my advanced and unconventional sexual techniques.
I gently turned her body and pulled her close, her head resting against my chest while her calm breathing brushed my chest, indicating that she was sleeping peacefully. I decided to look up and gaze at Lana.
I couldn’t resist a mischievous smile as Lana appeared before , her fingers stroking her soaked pussy as she gasped for air, her moans quickening as she tried to match the level of ecstasy she had just seen give Luny.
As usual, frustration marked her features as she failed miserably to achieve even an inch of satisfaction. Watching her struggle, I knew it wouldn’t take much to make her completely mine - for her to willingly surrender to whenever she was aroused or needed comfort.
With a satisfied nod about how everything was going, I turned my head slightly to find where I had left my clothes, and then got up and started getting dressed as the eting scheduled by Styg was about to start.
After getting ready, I walked past Lana and pushed her against the wall. "Did you like what you saw? If you want the sa level of pleasure, co to my room tomorrow."
Lana, hearing my words whispered in her ear, swallowed dryly and then replied. "Okay... I..." She hesitated for a mont, but then continued. "I will."
I smiled, then slapped her on the ass. "Pah~~" Feeling her buttocks burn with my slap. She jumped and let out a moan. "Uhh~~" And then she looked at with cloudy eyes almost begging for sex, but as I was out of ti I turned and walked out of the room.
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The sound echoed through the room, montarily drowning out the conversations and laughter that filled the air. The sky beyond the airship’s window looked like a living tapestry, with stars shimring above us, their silvery light reflecting on the glass. The contrast between the serenity outside and the excitent within was almost poetic, though I remained alert to whatever Styg was planning.
I arrived a little late, but Styg wasted no ti dragging into introductions. His enthusiasm was almost contagious, yet I couldn’t shake my skepticism. He seed determined to make the center of attention, which was useful but also dangerous.
"This is Ertil, descendant of Viscount Briel!" Styg announced as if he were so sort of master of ceremonies.
"A pleasure to et you! I’ve heard a lot about you taking down Charles!" Ertil extended his hand, his smile wide, though there was sothing in his eyes—a veiled curiosity mixed with respect.
"The pleasure is mine!" I replied, forcing a confident smile as I shook his hand.
Afterward, Styg introduced to the goblin twin sisters, Lucy and Luzy. I couldn’t suppress a twinge of distaste as I observed them. Small, green-skinned, with bright yellow eyes, they resembled Styg so closely that the re idea of considering anything intimate with them made nauseous. However, I couldn’t let that show.
"Pleasure to et you, lovely ladies! It’s an honor to make your acquaintance!" I placed my hand on my chest and bowed, as if in a noble ballroom. Their reaction was imdiate—they blushed and darted away, laughing and whispering to each other.
Styg, on the other hand, seed almost indignant, overco with envy as he gestured dramatically. "You’re blessed! Both of them seem to like you! They’re twins! Twins! I’ve tried so many tis, and they’ve never even looked at with interest."
I shrugged, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "If that’s a blessing, I’d rather avoid it," I thought, but I kept a polite smile on my face.
Soon, however, the superficial chatter gave way to what I’d been waiting for. When I prodded Styg about the true purpose of the banquet, his expression changed. The smile vanished, replaced by sothing more serious—almost solemn.
"It’s good that you can see this point!" he said as he walked to the center of the circle, his posture shifting to that of an experienced leader.
He struck the silver spoon in his hand again, calling for the attention of everyone in the room.
"Ladies and gentlen! Sorry to interrupt for a mont, but please, turn your eyes this way!"
Styg knew how to command a crowd. His tone oscillated between authority and camaraderie, capturing everyone’s attention. When he introduced , I didn’t hesitate to rise to the occasion.
I stood up slowly, keeping my expression firm yet approachable. I gave a slight nod toward the group as applause echoed through the room. It was clear that Styg’s reputation was the glue holding this alliance together, but now he was presenting as a reinforcent.
After the brief mont in the spotlight, Styg took back the focus, and his deanor shifted entirely. He raised his hand, silencing the applause, and began explaining the dangers ahead. As he spoke about the bloody mountains and the challenges awaiting the group, the atmosphere changed. The lighthearted energy in the air was replaced by palpable tension.
"We are almost out of the desert and about to enter the Bloody Skies!" Styg’s grave tone reverberated through the hall. "This is the final stretch of our journey on this airship—and also the most dangerous part."
I observed the reactions around . So looked anxious, others whispered among themselves, trying to find comfort in empty words.
"With the protection of the servants and mages, we’ll definitely be able to make it through this!" A chubby boy in the front tried to cheer himself up by ntioning the mages and servants accompanying us.
Styg, with his leadership skill, quickly cut through the fleeting euphoria. "Correct! With the protection of the esteed mages and servants, our chances of getting through this are higher. But what if they fail?" He raised his voice. "We will face death. It could be . It could be you. Do you want to experience such an outco?"
"Definitely not!" the boy shouted, his face red with fear. He sank back into his seat in silence, while the crowd murmured nervously.
All of this was expected. From the laboratory mories and what I’d heard in the corridors, this crossing was notoriously deadly. The Bloody Mountains were more than just inhospitable terrain. They were a graveyard, an abyss where the weak fell, and the strong survived—and I had no intention of being counted among the forr.
I had a different confidence than the others, and my plan would take shape in this bloody place. Sohow, I would find a way to have Charles killed by a magical beast when they attacked, without anyone noticing.
With Charles dead, Cleo would undoubtedly fall into despair, and in her most fragile mont, I would make my move and have her for myself.
"What… what should be done?" The question hung in the air, echoing the collective panic. We all knew the plains were deadly, a place where weakness was punished without rcy.
Styg, with that calculated gleam in his eyes, raised his voice, slicing through the murmurs like a sharp blade. "Of course, the reason we ford this alliance was precisely for this purpose!"
He laid out his plan. We would switch positions with other groups to ensure a strategic advantage. The ladies would be relegated to logistical duties and cleaning the rooms, while we, "the noble warriors," would take responsibility for guarding the chambers.
As Styg continued to speak, delegating tasks and outlining strategies, his gaze turned toward .
"Initially, I had planned to give you a battle axe, but it seems there’s no need for that now!" Styg approached , his voice dripping with irony. His eyes fell on the axe strapped to my back, and the tip of his goblet glead in the light.
"Is it true that every ti a group of travelers enters the Bloody Skies, there are many deaths?" My question was direct, but my expression remained neutral. I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear it from him.
"Of course, the best-case scenario is that only one or two die," he replied with a casual shrug. "But there have been tis when at least twenty perished!"
"Otherwise, why would I spend so much money and effort forming an alliance that would dissolve as soon as we reached our destination?" Styg gave a look that suggested the answer should have been obvious.
"Wherever you plant a seed, there’s always so form of profit to be reaped," I murmured, smiling ironically.
Styg didn’t respond, but the slight nod of his head showed that he understood my point. In the end, it was a matter of survival, yes, but also of opportunity. The young survivors of the plains could beco mages and would certainly rember those who helped protect them. And Styg knew that.
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