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Andy and Nora descended the creaking wooden stairs, Nora's small hand gripping the thin chain clipped to Andy's iron collar. Each step made her gigantic breasts bounce heavily beneath the straining maid dress, the fabric whispering against her skin. Andy's gaze kept drifting downward, heat crawling up his neck.
They stepped into the reception room. Torchlight glinted off polished floors and velvet drapes. Roxanne waited at the center, jet-black hair cascading over the plunging neckline of her tight black dress, every curve outlined like a promise.
Before her stood the noble: tall, broad-shouldered, short blond hair gleaming, ice-blue eyes sharp beneath the golden crest of his armor.
Roxanne's lips curved. "Prince Simon, meet Andy—our alien 'defective,' fresh from another world."
Simon watched Andy in silence, assessing him carefully, before turning to Roxanne. "I'd like to speak with him alone. Please leave us."
"Yes, of course." Roxanne curtsied and withdrew with Nora, the door clicking shut behind them.
Andy faced Prince Simon, whose presence pressed against the room like a drawn blade. "How may I help you, Your Highness?"
"I'm investigating the heroines killed by Green Hood. They spent their last night here—with you. What did you see?"
Andy opened his mouth. "Your Highness, I—"
"No evasions." Simon cut him off. "They left at dawn. You were the last to see them alive. Anything unusual?"
"I was unconscious most of the time. They arrived, we… finished, they left. Nothing strange."
Simon frowned and asked, "Are you sure you didn't notice anything out of the ordinary?"
Andy looked down and hesitated before answering, "No, Your Highness. Nothing out of the ordinary."
Simon's eyes narrowed on Andy's blood-crusted knuckles and the dark stains across his shirt. "Explain the blood."
"Breakfast fight in the hall. Some idiot swung first; I finished it."
Simon felt something suspicious, so he snapped his fingers as if he were calling someone.
One of Simon's knights stepped forward and handed him a small velvet pouch. Simon drew out a clear crystal orb and extended it to Andy. "Place your hand on it. Three minutes."
Andy pressed his palm against the cool surface. A faint warmth bloomed beneath his skin; the orb pulsed once, twice, then settled into a weak, steady throb—like a distant heartbeat. At the third minute Simon lifted it away.
"You're not 'defective'," he said flatly. "There is latent mana—untrained, undetected. Though you're already an adult, if you push yourself hard enough you could still awaken a class."
Andy's eyes widened a fraction, the surprise flickering across his face before he masked it. "I see."
Simon's voice dropped. "The kingdom needs a culprit. Fast. Lord Fallward won't rest until someone pays for his fiancée. If we don't find Green Hood within the month, an "alien" with hidden mana makes a convenient scapegoat. Cooperate—or your head rolls."
"I won't die for something I didn't do." Andy responded indignantly at such an injustice.
"What should I do then?" Andy asked.
"To be honest, I detest unnecessary bloodshed as much as my father did, but the Kingdom's power is fading. We must prove that we remain unbreakable. We are pursuing Green Hood with what little we have: one month. If we fail in our search, your head will roll to prove to the Murkians that Murk does not bow down."
With that said, Simon turned and walked toward the exit, leaving Andy alone.
On the way back, a guard tugged Andy along by the chain clipped to his collar. One month. The words hammered inside his skull. Executed. He cursed Planteira under his breath—this filthy world, its gods, its rules. Escape. He'd carve his way out if he had to; blood on his hands was nothing new.
They reached the prison block. The guard unhooked the chain with a metallic snap. Andy shuffled forward, head bowed, ignoring the low murmurs rippling through the prisoners lounging in the corridor. Whispers followed him like smoke.
He pushed into his cell.
"Royal summons went well, then?"
Lifting his head with surprised eyes, Andy saw that Kevin was in the cell.
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When Simon returned to Castle Murkia, home of the Murk Royal Family, Simon headed straight for his father's office. Before he opened the door he heard several moans coming from inside, knowing that those moans were his mother's. He opened the door anyway. At first, he thought his father was having sex with his mother in the office, but was surprised to discover that it was his mother masturbating deeply into his privacy.
Realizing that her mother saw him come in, despite this she continued to move her fingers in her intimate area, trying to stifle her moans, and said, "Ohh Simon Ah Mhhh, your father is not here, he is in the dining room Hmmm."
"It's okay," Simon replied, showing apparent indifference to his mother's situation. He and his sister Victoria were aware that their mother, under the guise of a submissive and polite woman, was a horny and slutty person. She liked to masturbate anywhere in the castle, even outside.
Passing through the corridors to the dining room, Simon felt alert when someone hugged him from behind. Turning around, he found his twin sister, Victoria, three minutes and 42 seconds younger. They hugged tightly and the servants smiled at the strong bond between the siblings. Innocently, Victoria asked, "Brother, how did it go interrogating people, did you find Green Hood?"
"Not very well. We know where the heroines were the night before the murder, but nothing else. They spent the night at the Brothel of Lust with an "alien"," Simon replied.
"Alien?" exclaimed Victoria in surprise. "Do you think he caused everything? According to the books, aliens come to this world with incredible strength."
"It's impossible. He's an incompetent who didn't even know he was "talented" who was captured and prostituted, but I don't trust him. He gives me a bad feeling. I'm going to inform my father about this," Simon said.
"Isn't he in the office as usual?" asked Victoria.
Simon shook his head and said, "No, he's in the dining room. In the office was our 'defective mother', playing with her pussy," he said with utter contempt.
"Again doing that in places where they can see it," Victoria commented laughing at her mother's perversion.
"Yes, he is in the dining room. I'm going there," Simon said.
"I'm going to my room now," Victoria chirped, planting a quick, happy kiss on Simon's cheek before skipping off.
Simon watched her go, a soft smile tugging at his lips. That smile of hers should last forever, he thought, then turned and headed for the dining room
Arriving at the dining room, Simon observed Lord Bill eating quietly at the giant table. Next to him, a Cat Beastkin maid rested her hands on the table, while a man behind her fucked her in the ass, as they both moaned. This man, indifferent to the presence of so many people watching, was none other than her father, King Alvin.
"Nyah..." moaned the maid. Simon knew her moans were fake, since he, his father, and Lord Bill all had very small penises. It was an open secret among the nobles, because talking openly about it was impossible and dangerous.
"Dad, I'm home," said Simon, putting his expressionless face back on when he realized that his father shared his mother's perverted inclination to do perverted things in public. Alvin, realizing that his son had returned, said, "Wait a minute, son, let me finish with this woman. She was trying to provoke me with her short skirt. She needs to be punished for not dressing appropriately."
"Nyah..... But you, my King, ordered me to wear it," the maid replied.
Gripping his cat's tail tightly, Alvin said, "Don't answer me," increasing his onslaught, finally cumming inside her and dropping her to the floor with a used toy. He signaled a Cat Beastkin maid of the same breed to take her away. He pulled up his pants, turned to his son, and asked matter-of-factly, "What did you find out about Green Hood?"