Ch-86: Katarina (8)

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"Adopt Katarina's younger siblings."

Lonwell's office.

I spoke, leaning against the window, looking at the children admiring the huge garden.

"…nonsense. Why should I?"

"So that you can live for a while."

Last night, after a long talk with Katarina, we decided to leave the children with Lonwell.

Because I cannot take kids on a trip.

At first, Katarina was opposed, but she eventually gave a nod to my repeated persuasion.

"Raise the children in the best environment possible."

One of the reasons she was persuaded was the environment. Unless you chance upon luck, you can become a big person only by playing in the big water from childhood.

""

But what about the environment surrounding Katarina's younger siblings?

Slums.

A community infested with all sorts of losers and societies' trash who gave up living faithfully and covet others' things.

Even if they come out of the slums, the only place the children can stay while Katarina is gone is orphanage.

It's hard to say that it's a particularly good environment.

On the other hand, what about Lonwell?

The count of a kingdom and the master of a rich noble family that has amassed enormous wealth.

Power and money.

When that is in place, networking naturally follows.

The perfect environment for children to pursue their dreams.

'I was worried that the kids might recognize Lonwell…'

Katarina had reassured me she was the only one who saw Lonwell's face that day.

Luckily her siblings don't know.

"It's the family you destroyed in the first place. You have to take full responsibility."

"…"

"Henry, the eldest, says he wants to become a knight. Apprenticeship and systematic study is an option. Or send him to the Imperial Academy. The second, Brenna, says she wants to marry a nice guy. Either get her set up with a suitable noble or send her to the Imperial Academy. And the third…"

I listed the children's dreams to Lonwell, which they had confided. As long as it's not something outrageous, Lonwell would be able to accomplish it.

"What if…"

After patiently hearing about the children's dreams, Lonwell opened his mouth with a dry expression.

"If I raise the children well according to your words… can I be forgiven by my child?"

The dry expression contained a ray of hope.

"No, you will never be forgiven."

But I had no such glimmer of hope.

Although the various circumstances were a tangled mess, and he was Katarina's real father, and had helped her behind her back…

"It doesn't change that you killed Katarina's parents right in front of her eyes. So let go of unnecessary expectations."

Katarina would want to kill Lonwell, even now.

The reason she held back that urge was to wait until her inner turmoil subsided and for the sake of her younger siblings.

Lonwell put on a bitter expression.

I looked at him, his figure forlorn, and continued .

"But maybe… If you raise the children happily and nicely, even if she don't forgive you, won't she at least allow you to look at her from a distance when she becomes a great dancer someday?"

Lonwell's eyebrows eased and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"…that's enough."

It wasn't long before he returned to his dull expression again.

"I would like to thank you again. It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, but in a way, it made for a better result."

"None needed. It wasn't for you, it was all for Katarina. Raise the kids well, I'll thank you for that."

"…As rumor has it, you are a good person. Not a surprise actually, naturally my child would develop feelings for you."

"Yes?"

The conversation took a sudden turn.

As I tilted my head, Lonwell looked at me with a dead serious expression and said, "But as it is, even though I'm not qualified to call myself the father of my child, if you ever make her cry… I swear I'll make you regret it even if I have to risk everything."

Oh, father-in-law standard warning?

I smiled and replied.

"Don't worry. I can't give you surety when in bed, but I'll make sure that she never cries otherwise."

"Ah, good. That's good… wait, what?"

Lonwell, smiling and nodding in relief, suddenly turned stiff.

"Did you just say… bed? Wait, you can't be… can't right? You two haven't even gotten married yet… No, no, I must be…"

"Mhmn."

Lonwell's eyes quavered.

His face, which seemed to take the dry look as a trademark, turned red like a volcano on the verge of exploding.

"That bastard! Kill that bastard right now!"

And the volcano erupted.

Lonwell's protectors hiding in corners burst out and charged at me.

"Damn it, why do you have to be so conservative, father-in-law?"

Breaking through the window, I hurriedly bolted out.

* * *

Even after escaping from Lonwell's mansion, there was plenty of time until we were supposed to meet up at the port.

So I walked into the Coffin of Starlight, requested Cassia, and entered a separate room.

The room was dark and windowless.

However, the faint scarlet lantern on the wall illuminated the room, creating a strange atmosphere.

Waiting for time I left uncounted—

-Kruch!

—the door opened and Cassia entered.

"Quite late, aren't you? I thought I was forgotten again."

"Sorry. I had some work."

"Whoa, am I getting an apology for that?"

There was a gold bracelet I hadn't seen before on her arm as she stroked my cheek in a cute way.

That was not the only thing that was different from the last time.

Her clothes were also more revealing.

Before, even though risky, her attire could be cataloged into the category of regular clothing. But now, all of her coppery brown skin was exposed except for the black cloth that covered important areas.

Her earrings, her belt, and many other accessories she wore were bonuses.

"So, you entertain every guest like this? I know it is nominally a place that sells dances."

I said looking around the strange room.

Cassia smiled.

"A place that sells dance, right? Really, that's what you thought?"

Instead of answering, I looked as she took my hand and stroked it on her waist and pelvis. She put a finger on my chest and whispered into my ear.

"Wanna change your mind?"

Cassia gently traced my hand along her pelvis as she began dancing around me. Her graceful movements appearing and then disappearing.

Her movements in sight were always different.

Every time that happened, the part of her illuminated by the reedy crimson glow also changed.

Sometimes, her voluptuous face and neckline.

Sometimes, her well-ripened cleavage and smooth belly line.

Sometimes a clear back line and a wide pelvis.

Her stimulating figure made to delight the eyes of men.

It was not just eyes that Cassia pleased.

As she continued to dance, she quietly came and went, brushing against my body.

Her fingertips tickled my body and her breasts brushed my back. And as she rested her butt on my crotch, something boned.

She flinched and stopped her dance as my cock rocked up despite myself and got wedged between her ass.

She turned her head around and smirked.

"Oh, you got some pretty nice stuff, don't you?"

"Pretty nice, uh?"

I gently rocked my back and rubbed my cock between her ass.

Cassia's smile deepened.

She also began to respond by moving her hips up and down. We shook our waists in a position as if we were having sex.

"What do you think? Feeling good?"

"Pretty good."

"Hehe, yeah. Pretty good."

"Maybe a bit more."

I reached out and grabbed her chin. The moment I was about to kiss her as she sat on me, Cassia stopped it by putting her index finger to my lips.

"No more than that. Hero-sama?"

She smiled.

"Oh. You know?"

I immediately pulled my body away from Cassia.

Then Cassia came back to me with a smile that trickled down her cheeks. She pressed her large breasts close together and ran her fingertips at her breastbone.

"Ain't I a first-class dancer? It was not that hard to figure this out. And didn't hero-sama also investigate about me before coming to meet me?"

"Alright. So, what's your purpose? Did Gis ask for a favor?"

"…It's nothing like that, so can you please remove that uncomfortable thing poking me?"

Cassia said with a hardened complexion as she eyed the dagger jabbing at her waist.

"Let's hear you out."

"Gis didn't ask me for anything. He… He doesn't even contacts me, never does."

I could hear the bitterness in her voice.

""

Wondering if there was any truth in her statement or not, I pretty quickly concluded it to be true. As far as I know, Gis hates his mother.

"Is it with your own judgment that you approached me?"

"Yes."

"Not a good judgment, lady. If you have correct information coming your way, you must know that I'm not on good terms with Gis, yeah?"

"Of course I do. That's why I choose to serve you."

"What?"

As I scrunched my brows in confusion, Cassia smiled and buried her face into the nape of my neck.

"I heard that Gis caused a lot of trouble. As a mother, I apologize on his behalf. Please forgive Gis. Instead, I will take responsibility for it today and make it fun for you…"

Cassia peppered kisses on the nape of my neck.

Her hand stroked my cock over my pants.

I chuckled and pushed her away.

"You're nuts. You are not sane at the moment, right?"

"…I'm Cassia, a first-class dancer. It has been my designation for over 10 years. It's a bit hard to say about other things, but I'm a legend in the world of dancers. Even royalty don't enjoy this level of service from me."

"I do not believe in the taste of the puppet king."

I moved towards the exit.

I just wasted my time for nothing.

Just when I grabbed the doorknob to leave.

"Mouth! I'll do it with my mouth!"

Cassia exclaimed urgently.

What she said made me stop.

"Mouth?"

Fellatio?

That's something Katarina doesn't do.

I asked for it several times, but she rejected it, warranting she hated to put it in her mouth.

"Yes, mouth. It won't be until the end… but I'll do it with my mouth."

Cassia's voice seemed to take it for granted as I had stopped walking. She lured me with her gooey voice.

"You can look forward to it. My skills cannot be compared to those that young children clumsily imitate."

A clumsy fellatio?

I imagined Katarina doing fellatio.

Katarina's face as she licks my c*ck with an affronted expression on her face. Her eyes looking up at me, gauging my reaction as she clumsily licks my shaft.

"Damn it, I shouldn't be wasting my time here."

I kicked the door and strode out.

Cassia called my name out loud from behind, but she was already out of my mind.

* * *

After searching around the harbor, I found Katarina and Shedia browsing the seafood stalls. I was about to run right to them, but a sudden thought stopped me.

'How should I persuade her?'

If I just ask for a fellatio, it won't be any different from the last time. It seemed like she would do it if I kept imploring her, but that process would take time to become real.

As I was thinking about how to get my c*ck into Katarina's mouth, the girls found me and approached me offhandedly.

"What are you doing there?"

Just when I was threading thoughts to answer Katarina's question.

Shedia held out her palm in front of my eyes.

"Hm? What?"

"Moonstone!"

Shedia answered with a twinkle in her eyes.

Oh right. I was supposed to give her that.

I held the moonstone in my fisted hand.

"Only one hand?"

Shedia suddenly held out her other hand as well.

I nodded.

"Yes, when you receive something from adults, you receive it with both hands."

"…there's not much age difference actually."

"More than you can think, so be quiet."

I silenced Katarina, who grumbled under her breath, and cleared my throat as I dropped the moonstone into Shedia's palm.

The corner of Shedia's mouth caught her ear and then hardened.

"What is this..?"

"A piece of moonstone? No worries, I cut it neatly into 8 parts, so if you go to a craftsman, he'll stick it back together. Cheers, Shedia, now you just need to collect 7 more, uh?"

"…"

Shedia's face cooled.

Light faded from her twinkling eyes.

Soon, empty eyes without a single hint of light turned to me.

Those were the eyes looking to kill.

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