Vacation: 4

15 days of our summer vacation came and went.

By now, every entertainment facility that was available here had been thoroughly explored.

On top of that my dungeon exploration had progressed nicely, I had reached floor 58.

I now had around 360,000 LP. On top of my passive LP methods as well as my siphoning from dungeon monsters, Livia and Angie have been doing a lot to keep my satisfaction on high. Livia in the more sexually active ways while Angie was just a pure joy to be around.

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"Mmm, Noir." The soft flesh gripped between my fingers shuddered in pleasure.

Livia's reserved expression died down after each second as she gave herself into lust. Her thoughts of Angie who had gone away for a few, and the thought of being found meshing together to add a forbidden feel to her arousal.

We had come to the trampoline park facility I had installed and played around a bit. That was until Angie said she was going to get some refreshments.

Livia's outfit choice was one that I found myself drawn to time and time again.

Yoga shorts that hugged her frame extremely nicely and a tank top. Every time she jumped or attempted something resembling a flip her top would move in such a way that I was given a view of her ample bra-clad breast.

It was no wonder I acted on the opportunity I was given.

Our lips overlapped as I squeezed her ass once more before grabbing it from the middle and pulling her up, prompting her to wrap her legs around me.

I walked with her straddled on me to the bathroom before going in and locking the door behind me.

"Ah, I'm sweaty." Livia seemed to remember as she breathed heavily and was finally let down.

I didn't say a word as I grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her large breast.

I watched as her eyes narrowed a clear sign of her ever-increasing lust.

I spun her around pushing myself against her back and running my hands down her form. I kissed her on the neck, and I received a heated moan in response.

"Noir~."

My hands worked their way down to the waistband of her shorts and soon enough those two were forced down leaving her in just her underwear.

I pressed my raging member against her crotch raining kisses down all over her. When I felt I was tired of waiting I moved my hands down to her crotch, slipping my hand inside her underwear and feeling her vaginal fluids.

She was extremely turned on if not evident from my drenched hand and her erratic twitches.

I took out my hand and turned her back around and for a few seconds, we stuck our tongues in each other's mouths.

"Y-you first." I'm sure it was because she thought the sweat would bother me, but she said that as she fell to her knees.

Her hands worked on my shorts as she pulled them down along with my underwear. She struggled to get it over my shaft but when she did it sprung out nearly slapping her in the face.

With a growing familiarity, she gulped before both her hands went to cup around the shaft. Slowly at first, she worked her hands watching as pre cum spilled out.

Eventually, she incorporated her mouth slowly but surely trying to fit as much of it as she was comfortable with.

I couldn't help but grab her head in reflex as the heavenly sensation flooded me.

She went slow but over time picked up the pace.

When I felt myself nearing climax I grabbed her head, roughly but in a controlled way I pistoned in and out of her mouth being sure not go to so deep.

I let her know I was going to cum but from how she seemed to wrap around my length tighter I knew she didn't mind.

As a passing thought an idea formed in my mind and I put it to use.

I exploded in her mouth with one final push, not stopping until I felt my flow stop.

I could tell by the shocked look on her face that my idea worked in my favor.

With sparkling eyes, Livia was quick to swallow as much as she could.

"It tastes like strawberry." She noted and I nodded.

I may have had spent a little bit of LP to make that happen.

"Surprise," I said before I picked her up from off her knees and placed her on the sink.

My member still out and hardened I spread the girl's legs staring at the wet fabric that hugged her pussy.

Knowing what to do Livia acted by herself and lifted her hips allowing me to pull the fabric down her legs.

Her glistening cunt was exposed to the air and I took in the sight immediately.

With my right hand, I rubbed and prodded at her cunt slowly. My left hand went to her breast that she on her own had released from her bra.

A heated smile made its way to her face as I slowly got more into it, moving closer so that I could take one of those cherry-pink nipples in my mouth.

All the while my right hand never stopped working her cunt.

When I felt she was ready my ring and middle finger began invading her depths and a throaty moan escaped her.

I played to her preference and started slow, working my way up until she was lost completely in her lust.

"Yesh~. Noir is shoo good at this~." My fingers blurred in and out of her as her legs locked up and spasmed.

"I'm cumming, Noir, I'M COMING~!" At this point, I think we both forgot about getting caught and only focused on getting off.

With a final extra deep push her back arched and she came with a high intensity.

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Thankfully, it seemed we managed to make it back before Angie did.

Behind her was a robot holding a tray of glasses of water. She has certainly gotten used to making use of the little guys.

"You guys are sweating a lot. You continued without me?" She pouted as she took one of the glasses for herself and drank from it.

Me and Livia looked at each other her expression a lot more panicked.

To calm her I grabbed one of the glasses from the tray and gave it to her, before taking one for myself.

"Ahh, time really is going fast." Angie said with a sigh as she placed down her glass "Pretty soon we're going to visit Livia's home right?"

"Ah, right." Livia seemed to forget about that little detail. "We don't have to…"

"No, I already said we would." I stopped her with a wave, I'm sure she missed them.

"Don't think about how much time has passed, just enjoy the present," I said placing my cup down as well before I grabbed Angie's arm and pulled her back onto the trampoline.

It was worth noting that Angie didn't have any clothes for casual sport-like events. So she ended up having to have them created.

As for what she chose, it was very much similar to Livia's, yoga pants and a tank-top.

She didn't lose out in terms of figure to Livia and that showed by my tendency to glance at her captivating self.

"Woah," It was during a particularly high jump that Angie lost balance and was about to fall face-first.

It was before she could even process that, that I caught her mid-air, not stopping my jump.

"Wha?" Her confusion was drowned out when she was made aware of how high she was in the air.

"Noir!" She begged for me to put her down but I wasn't having it.

Seeing we were about to land back she, scared for the impact, wrapped her legs and arms around me.

For a good minute, I didn't stop my leaps into the air. Occasionally when I felt like terrorizing her I'd do a flip or a roll and earn myself a shout of mercy.

I don't even think she recognized how she was holding onto me.

Finally, though, I stopped and landed down for the final time. I opened my arms to let her go but she didn't budge as she constricted around me like a snake.

'Maybe I went too far.'

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(Angelica POV)

Being in this place was ruining me. I was supposed to be the next Queen of this country, yet it felt like I had been completely swept away from that.

Granted, as things were playing out now, I highly doubted I'd be taking that position. Regardless though, I held a certain level of seriousness in all my actions, I needed it, I wasn't in a position where I could afford a slip-up.

That changed when I had arrived here…no, that would be the incorrect thing to say, it happened when I got involved with Noir.

The guy was outright addicting to be around.

God that sounds crazy, I'll make sure that thought never leaves the confines of my own head.

He was just so damn reliable. Honestly, it was infuriating, how dare this bastard tear down what's been constructed for so many years.

I'm supposed to be the leader, so why the hell does it feel so good just following him?

First with the duel, though at that time, I was in borderline despair. It was rather easy for him to sweep me along in his pace and do whatever he wanted.

Now that I think about it, even before that when we were in the dungeon. I most certainly had no control over that whatsoever.

And now I was here, sleeping in his home, eating his food, ordering his robots, indulging in his entertainment.

I felt, in a word, useless, like I wasn't the high-ranking Noble child I was. This bastard at spoiled me until this point with his beyond-lavish lifestyle.

Seriously, is this why Livia feels the way she does, because if so I'm starting to understand it.

It was probably for the best that this wouldn't last much longer, because if it did I was sure I'd truly fall to a truly low level.

My complex thoughts were halted by a break in my instinctual routine. When you do things a lot you tend to not even need to think about what you're doing. In this case, I'm referring to showering.

Moving my hair out of the way of my face I looked around the floor for the soap that slipped out of my hand.

I found that it had fallen near the drain and I bent down to pick it up.

I lathered my washcloth back with soap and continued scrubbing.

'It won't last much longer.' That thought resurfaced once again though this time it caused a pit to form in my stomach.

Pretty soon I'd have to return to my Noble duties as the daughter of the Redgrave house. I wouldn't be able to carelessly disregard my image and do whatever I wanted.

My time with the two would be shortened and I'd be partially removed from whatever activities they planned to do.

It wasn't so much jealousy of missing out on the inevitably fun things that may happen, but rather the deprivation of their presence in general.

Priorly, I'd always thought I was in the way of the two. There was a clear romantic tension between them that even I could notice rather easily.

Now though, it seemed as if I had somehow incorporated myself into it rather than removing my presence.

There were times when I found myself interlocked in a situation that could be viewed as very intimate.

Hell, at one point during one of the times we were at the pool, I found myself completely pressed against him. I still remembered how it felt to be in his embrace.

Yet, except for the small amount of embarrassment that came with being that close to his shirtless self, I never felt out of place.

Even beyond that, I could not deny that I have noticed on occasion the faint passing glances he gives to me.

They were the same ones he gives to Livia when she wasn't looking. He definitely held an interest in my body that much was clear.

He was a teenage boy after all and his current living situation was one that I imagine he enjoys.

I could not fault him for that, especially when I was the way I was.

'If it's you I don't mind.' The memory of what Livia said a few days ago rang in my mind.

I still didn't really understand how she could say something that extreme. She loved Noir, that was plainly obvious, yet she was willing to let another woman have the chance at him.

The even crazier part was the fact that I was starting to feel thankful she said that.

Since I had arrived here I have very rarely thought of His Highness. I was over whatever feelings I may have thought I had for him.

Instead, the memory space I had reserved for information about him was being deleted and instead, one for Noir was created.

What was his favorite food? What does he do for fun? Did he prefer long or short hair? What motivates him?

I had become interested in the person named Noir. He appeared in my dreams, my thoughts, and my reality. He made every moment enjoyable. Even his appearance in my eyes had become desirable.

I had started to find myself attracted to muscle, enamored by calm black eyes, fascinated by confident smirks.

At night when I knew Livia was probably sleeping with him I found myself making more than one bathroom trip. I knew sometimes the door may be open and I could barely make out his form in the darkness.

I imagined what it was like to be held close in those arms of his. I imagined what it was like to lay naked in his embrace.

On other days I would purposely drag out a board game until it ended with us all sleeping in the same bed.

When he went out for the dungeon I'd put myself in such a way that when he returned and inevitably went back in the same bed, I'd be able to procure some of that warmth.

I wore clothes that I knew showed a bit of skin and reveled in the attention he gave me.

It did not take much thought to understand that I liked Noir. I wanted a relationship more than friends.

I also lust after Noir, I want him to touch me the way he touches Livia.

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(Livia POV)

I don't think this environment has done much to help my inferiority complex. Though, I cannot say it has actually gotten worse, in fact, maybe it did slightly improve.

I was relying a lot on Noir, and as always he was making me useless. Those were my thoughts, yes, but they were also a fact.

He is amazing and as much as he says otherwise I think I am not worthy of him.

That much hasn't changed, though my thinking has altered quite a bit.

I've come to the understanding that no one can match Noir, not even Angie. No matter what you can offer him at the end of the day you will be spoiled rotten and become useless and dependent on him.

Noir was addictive.

Trying to match his value was a hopeless endeavor, that relationship was inevitable with Noir.

Still, it wasn't like that would change how I felt. The only thing that even slightly managed that was the thought of what I gave Noir.

Noir likes me. I can tell he likes having me around.

Perhaps my initial worry of being nothing but a bother was incorrect. I provide some level of happiness to Noir.

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A/N: Probably one more chapter before the end of the arc, we will now visit Livia's family.

Powerstones?