BXBX NOVEL Chapter 11: Late Morning
Chapter 11: Late Morning
"..Disgusting," Khione muttered, wiping her lips with her hand after rinsing her mouth with water. Her eyes were teary from choking on my member.
"Well, you\'ll get used to it. But before that, didn\'t you forget something?" I gestured towards my semen-covered glans.
Khione glanced at my still-erect cock, understanding my implication.
"It has fucked your mouth, Khione. The least you can do is thank my cock by cleaning it," I said with a smirk.
Khione clenched her fists but approached once more, kneeling down and taking my member back into her grasp.
"Slurpp~~"
"Yeah, clean it gently," I said, patting her hair.
Her tongue meticulously traced around my glans, wiping away the remnants of white semen, leaving behind a rosy hue.
"Sluuurp~~~sluuurp~~"
"Good," I murmured, stroking her cheeks.
I had enslaved a Goddess.
But I couldn\'t afford to be complacent.
Not in the slightest.
She was extremely powerful and I have to be always on my guard against her.
What is done is done.
That\'s why I need to remind her on a daily basis that I have control over her. To not let her think about a way to kill me. To make her focus on pleasuring me, I was diverting her attention.
"Sluuuurp~~" She ended with a last lick and retreated her head back.
"Nice job again, Khione," I stood up and put back my pants. I offered her a hand but she refused.
As I observed her figure up close, my gaze fell on her valley hiding a good pair of breasts. I reached out my hand and cupped her right breast through the dress.
"Wha..t." Khione was caught off guard but I ignored.
I felt the elasticity and I could feel my member already getting hard again. "No, your breasts and your pussy are for another day."
Khione shivered a little before her cheeks flushed in shame again. She then proceeded to leave the room.
"It\'s really hard," I sighed.
Really hard to hold back from fucking her right away.
How many times did I think about throwing her in the bed, ripping her dress and pounding my dick inside her virgin pussy.
But even I wasn\'t that much of a monster.
At least now she will think thrice before treating people like me as discardable pawns.
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The morning arrived quick but I was really too tired to even wake up.
The three hours bus trip, my death, the summoning, the awakening of skill, the dick-sucking by a Goddess, the feast and another dick-sucking by the Goddess really took a toll on my body.
I had only one simple wish: to indulge in a blissful ten-hour slumber.
Knock knock!
A soft voice interrupted my dreams, accompanied by the gentle rap of knuckles against my door.
"Sir Hero?" the voice called out. "Morning training has commenced, and Commander Oscar has summoned everyone."
Oscar? Who was he again?
Grumbling, I buried my face in the pillow, momentarily resisting the call to action.
"I\'ll be there shortly," I replied, my voice muffled by the fabric.
With a resigned sigh, I forced myself out of bed and trudged towards the bathroom.
Filling the bathtub with steaming water, I sank into its soothing depths, allowing the warmth to seep into my weary muscles.
"Ahh, this is the life," I murmured contentedly, tilting my head back against the porcelain.
For the next half-hour, I lost myself in the luxury of the bath, relishing the sensation of clean, fresh skin devoid of yesterday\'s grime and sweat.
As I lathered shampoo into my hair, I couldn\'t help but marvel at the sight of my newly acquired white locks.
"It\'s a strange feeling," I mused, contemplating my reflection in the mirror once out of the bath.
On a nearby shelf, an array of garments awaited, ranging from elegant gowns to practical training attire consisting of simple pants, shirts, and sturdy boots.
I quickly donned the training ensemble, feeling the fabric settle comfortably against my skin, and made my way to the door.
"Ha!" The maid let out a small startle upon seeing me, her reaction catching my attention.
"What\'s the matter?" I inquired, puzzled by her response.
The maid hesitated, her gaze flickering from my hair to my face before she shook her head, offering a hurried explanation. "N... Nothing, Sir Hero. Shall I escort you to the training grounds?"
"Yes, please," I replied, eager to join the others.
With a nod, the maid led me out of the castle and towards the designated training area.
As we arrived, Commander Oscar\'s voice echoed across the courtyard, delivering instructions to the assembled group.
"Remember, maintain a firm grip on your sword\'s hilt. A loose grip could spell death in battle." He emphasized, eliciting a collective flinch from the class.
Observing the exchange, Ms. Carter shot Oscar a disapproving look, while Cecilia delivered a punch to his back, prompting him to clear his throat and amend his tone.
"Stay focused and practice your swings," Oscar concluded, adjusting his approach.
"Lord Oscar, I\'ve brought the final Hero," announced the maid, drawing everyone\'s attention.
Oscar turned to regard me, but I paid little heed, my focus instead on my classmates earnestly practicing their swordplay under the guidance of seasoned knights. Each of them wore attire similar to mine, signaling their readiness to train, even Ms. Carter herself.
"You are?" Oscar called out with a puzzled gaze.
I turned my gaze toward him. "Nathan Parker."
"Hmm? I don\'t recall seeing you yesterday, Hero Nathan. Has your hair always been white?" Cecilia inquired, her gaze on me.
"No, it\'s just a side effect of my Skill," I explained.
"Is tardiness also a side effect of your Skill, Hero Nathan?" Oscar said with an exasperated sigh.
His remark didn\'t please me.
I despised being looked down upon.
"Remind me who you are again?" I called, my tone dripping with disdain.
"I\'m...Oscar, the Commander responsible for training the Heroes," he replied, narrowing his gaze.
Clearly, he didn\'t appreciate my tone.
"As one of the Heroes you\'ve summoned, I expect a modicum of respect, especially from a mere Knight whom I will surpass in a matter of weeks," I smiled.
"What did you say?" Oscar advanced towards me, his glare intense, but Cecilia intervened, holding him back.
"Oscar," she called out before turning to me. "We apologize if we\'ve offended you, Hero Nathan," she added, her voice neutral, lacking its usual warmth.
It was a pity to see such a beautiful face regard me with such indifference. I held no animosity towards Cecilia; in fact, I harbored a great fondness for her.
"Nathan! You\'re late!" Ms. Carter\'s voice cut through the tension, her disapproving gaze fixed on me.
I scratched the back of my neck sheepishly. "Apologies, Ms. Carter. I was feeling a bit homesick," I offered in apology.
Both Oscar and Cecilia wore expressions of shock at my sudden change in demeanor, contrasting sharply with my earlier confrontation with Oscar. The truth was, I held a deep love for Ms. Carter; she was undoubtedly the finest teacher I had ever known, and her kindness had helped me immeasurably. She was beautiful on top of that.
When I said homesick, Ms. Carter\'s disapproving gaze melted away showing a compassionate one. "It will be okay, Nathan."
See.
That\'s exactly what I was talking about.
It was decided.
I absolutely wanted her.
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