Chapter 117 - An Accident

"Mother…"

Baobhan Sith and Melusine were worried about the state of their mother, Morgan.

Normally, Morgan would always present on her throne. Overseeing her now continent spanning empire. However, now she spends a lot of time on the balcony of the tallest tower of her palace, overseeing the now rebuilt and beautiful capital, Akiba. She constantly sighs and broods over thoughts unknown to them.

Today had been the third day and Baobhan Sith said enough is enough and went to confront her mother about it.

"Hmn. My daughter, is there anything you need?" Morgan asked after sensing Baobhan's arrival.

"Yes, mother. I can't stay silent and watch you continue to act like this. So, explain. What is it that troubles you, mother?"

Hearing Baobhan's purpose for coming, Morgan sighed again and turned to look at the setting sun instead.

"It's nothing that big. It's just… It has been three months since your father visited. Normally, he would visit me at least once a month. I just wonder and worry if something has happened." Morgan explained. However, Baobhan felt like her mother was hiding something.

Baobhan noticed that her mother was purposely looking away and let the setting sun hide her face. So, when she moved in front of Morgan and took a look at her face. She noticed her mother had a very healthy blush on her cheek. Coupled with her restless movements…

"I see, there is nothing to worry about then." Baobhan said and strategically saw herself out.

But on her way out, she does find it odd that her 'father' hadn't visited for months. She never really noticed it because she is actively avoiding her father or should she say… her daddy dearest. Because of that incident, just thinking about him is enough to light the flame inside her that she wished to forget about but couldn't because those forbidden pleasures had been engraved deep in her flesh.

(Srry, her doujin is too good. I can't help but adopt that idea.

Anyway, the possibility of something bad happening to him is impossible with just how powerful he is. Then, the most logical conclusion is there is something that keeps him that busy and occupied to visit her mother…

The only way to find out is to ask those that might know.

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"Ah, the Admin? He isn't that active lately. The last time there's any news of his is when he went to Hajime-san world a few weeks ago." Shiroe answered.

"I see…" Baobhan said with disappointment.

"What's the matter? Did something happen?" Shiroe wonders the reason Ray's daughter would be looking for him through Shiroe himself.

Did they have no method to contact him, Shiroe wonders to himself.

"No. It was nothing." Baobhan Sith said curtly and about to leave when Shiroe stopped her.

"Wait. Here, take this. It is a World Travel Ticket. Just think of the world you want to go and rip it." Shiroe gives the ticket to Baobhan before she takes it and leaves after giving a thanks.

When she reached a secluded place, Baobhan Sith took out the ticket and wondered if she should go and check it out herself or give it to her mother.

Her rational mind says she should give it to her mother and let her mother settle the matter. But for some reason, she has a strong urge to use it herself and personally go and find Ray.

"No, mother has to stay here and take care of the empire. I just help my mother to find him because I'm free. That's all it is…" Baobhan convinced herself and ripped the ticket.

After being enveloped by a flash of light, she felt herself transferred to another world and into a dark cramped space.

"Nya! Harder! Pound me harder, darling!"

"!"

Baobhan heard a familiar voice and also a very wet and naughty slapping noise from the slit of light through this dark and cramped space.

"Ah! Breed my fertile pussy! Give me you seeds!" The female voice moaned and gasped pleasurably along with groans of a male voice.

Baobhan thinks she knew what kind of situation she fell into. It's the same kind of situation that she once read from those perverted books that Sirin left in the palace.

Widening the gap of the slit wider, Baobhan watches with her eyes from within the slightly opened wardrobe to see the exact people she expected to see, on the bed and still in their heated baby making session.

Instead of escaping, Baobhan found herself entranced by the view and unable to leave as her eyes stared fixed at the meaty rod thicker than her own wrist, pounding at the hole she didn't even imagine would fit.

*Gulp*

She watched with bated breath. Burning each and every scene into her mind while her hand reaches for the gap between her thighs while biting down on another hand's finger to hold back her own voice.

After the two are done for a while with their sessions and decide to take a break.

Baobhan is still inside the wardrobe, rubbing herself out until she is done. In her daze, she muttered something.

"Forget about mother… Baobhan had been naughty. So please punish me, daddy…"

Kuroka's sensitive ears flicked towards the direction of the wardrobe, picking up some unnatural sound before she looked at the slightly opened crack to see a terrified eye staring back at her.

"Ho Ho. No wonder I felt like I had been watched. Turns out it wasn't just my imagination. Haah, seriously. The daughters are all too thirsty for their own father." Kuroka sighed and shook her head helplessly.

"Come out now. I know you are hiding in there." Kuroka sternly called out the person hiding inside the wardrobe.

After a while, the peeper still refuses to come out. Kuroka decided to drag the peeper out

"I swear, Sirin. Imma whoop your sorr… Eh? Baobhan?" Kuroka became incredibly confused when she found Baobhan instead of Sirin because only Sirin is perverted enough to do something like this and have the ability to move through the world aside from Abby.

"I swear it was just an accident!!!" Baobhan screamed in embarrassment before pushing Kuroka away and jumping through the window on the 98th floor to escape.

"Hey! This is the 98th fl—oors…" Kuroka couldn't finish her words and heard loud screams from Baobhan.

"Well, she won't die from such a fall." Kuroka shrugs and returns to drinking wine while her dear hubby, Ray was whipping both of them something to eat in the kitchen.

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(Yes, Ray can cook and he cooked.)

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