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Skyster Castle – Morning Study Hall
"System," Dian called out internally, making his way towards his study through the hallway.
A familiar ding echoed in his mind.
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[Ding!]
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"What is it now, husband~?" The system speaks.
Her teasing voice floated in like a whisper of wind through open windows. Dian smirked.
"I have a question," he said calmly. "Why isn't the Villain's Trait—Villain's Charm—working on Olivia or Emma?"
There was a beat of silence.
"Oho? Now that's an unexpected question," she purred. "Why? Do you want something to happen between you three~?"
Dian slowed his steps, smiling. "You gonna answer it? I'm asking seriously."
"Hmph. Fine. Buzzkill."
"That passive charm only activates after a 'moment'—a main or emotionally sensitive trigger. One that brings you into their hearts or vulnerabilities. Like with Emily… your rescue, healing… the alley… all of that."
Dian nodded slowly.
"I see," he said, the explanation sinking in.
"So don't expect, another one falling head over heals for you," she added, half-teasing. "They are like... heroines. Choosen by fate."
Dian gave a silent chuckle and got back on his pace. Headed for doors of the study.
"Good to know."
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Training Ground – Castle Backyard
The garden training ground buzzed with motion.
Magic rippled through the air. Heat shimmered in patches. Wind lifted strands of hair and dust. The distant hiss of water and thuds of fists echoed beneath the sunlight.
"A private haven within the Skyster estate—crafted for the family's training and magical mastery. Today, as always, it echoed with the strength of its mistresses."
Suzine, dressed in a midnight-blue mage corset and flexible leggings, raised her hand, summoning icy shards that danced above her palm like floating mirrors.
Gianna, donning forest-green robes cinched at the waist, stood in the center of a carved runic circle, chanting spells with grace and focus. Her long hair flowed like leaves in wind.
Olivia, in pure white light-armor robes, practiced elemental arrows—each one precise, silent, deadly. Her beauty was composed, eyes sharp with inner calm.
And Emma…
She was fury incarnate.
Black cloth wrapped around her fists and legs. Her high-slit red training skirt showed glimpses of toned thighs and hips. She kicked the life out of a wooden human dummy—its chest caving in under her strength.
Her breaths were heavy but controlled. Sweat glistened on her collarbone and down her sculpted abdomen. She didn't speak. She didn't smile.
Focused. Fierce. Like a woman forged in battle.
Beside the field, sitting like a misplaced goddess with no intent of training was Emily.
She wore a flowing ivory gown that clung to her figure—soft but tight around the chest, flowing at the hips. Every curve, every bounce was barely contained. Her blonde hair shimmered like sunlight through jade.
"Olivia~! That was amazing!" she clapped sweetly.
"And Emma~ such strong legs! You're going to break your dummy!"
Emma scoffed, not even turning her head.
"Gianna, beautiful form! And Suzine! You're the embodiment of grace~"
The women offered small smiles, though Emma rolled her eyes at the flattery.
Then Emily reached for the tea beside her—delicate porcelain in a gold-edged cup—and took a slow sip.
But her mind was already drifting.
Back to this morning.
Back to the alley.
Back to his Dian.
Her thighs rubbed unconsciously, her body reacting before her mind allowed it. A soft heat spread upward. She bit her lip. Her eyes lost focus.
I need to see him~
She stood abruptly, finishing her tea in one gulp. Her gown fluttered with her sharp turn.
"Where are you going?" Suzine asked mid-practice.
"Ah, um! Just a little walk~" Emily smiled with a forced casual wave. "Cheerleading from afar~!"
And she was gone.
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Castle Hallways – Toward the Study
Emily's pace was fast. Her hips swayed with urgency, her breath uneven.
Maids she passed bowed with respect, though some gave sideways glances at her flushed cheeks and misty eyes.
But Emily didn't care.
He said he'd be in the study, she repeated in her mind.
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Dian's Study – Few Minutes Later
Dian leaned over parchment, quill in hand.
"Hmm…" he muttered. "Jones, cancel the outer trade tax for Windsor merchants by ten percent. It should boost goodwill."
Jones, standing nearby, bowed. "As you command, young lord."
"That's all for today, Jones," Dian said with a smile, without looking up, as he felt a presence coming his way. "You're dismissed."
Jones nodded, swiftly turned and left the room.
Not long after.
Knock, Knock.
A knock came at the door.
As the door opened, the scent of spring entered the room.
Emily stepped in, closing the door behind her softly.
Her gown hugged her like second skin. Her cheeks pink. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Dian finally looked up—
Paused.
One hand clutched between her breasts. The other at her thighs. Her breathing shallow.
Seeing her like that, Dian activated his skill. 'Eye of Perception '. Which he didn't usually used on his close ones.
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[Eye of Perception – Activated]
— [Target: Emily – Emotion: Horny. Overthinking. Doubt. Hope.]
[Thought: "Will he like my old body?"]
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Dian smiled and stood.
"Why standing there, My dear, come closer." he said, voice soft.
Emily flinched slightly but obeyed, her steps small, deliberate.
He took her hand and pulled her effortlessly onto his lap. She gasped. 'Ah!'
With delibrate slowness, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Feeling her smooth soft skin.
"Why are you here, my dear?" he whispered near her ear.
Emily's breath trembled. "C-Can't I come visit you?"
"You can do anything you want," he chuckled. Pulling her more close.
She giggled, her long ears twitching with delight.
Then, barely a whisper, she murmured: "Can I have… a kiss?"
Dian didn't answer.
Instead, he turned Emily face with his one hand and kissed her.
Slow. Deep. Hungry.
Their lips parted and rejoined—wet sounds filling the silent room. Tongues danced. Heat rose.
When they finally parted, a thread of saliva linked their mouths. Emily gasped for breath, face beet red.
Dian smiled, his arms again found her slim waist.
She flinched slightly—feeling something beneath her.
Their eyes met. Her gaze said everything.
"You made me like this," Dian whispered. "All this… because of you."
His fingers traced her waist. "And you… you're so beautiful. Every part of you. Your soft heart, warm smile. Everytime I looks at you, flower blooms in my heart."
"And–." He came more close to her ear, his warm breath on her neck.
"I.Love.You~"
Emily's heart exploded.
"I love you too!" she squeaked, holding him tight, repeating the words over and over again.
"Love you~!"
"Love you~!"
"Love you~.... !"
Still unsure, she leaned back and whispered, "But I'm… older. Won't you get bored—?"
Dian laughed.
Emily frowned, punching his chest with her soft hand—no strength. "Stop laughing!"
"Okay. Okay." Dian speaks. "But just look at you." He gazes her form up to dwon in his lap.
"You don't even look past 18," he chuckled. "And as for getting bored, I.Will.Never. I'll love you for eternity."
Her doubts vanished like mist.
But then she flinched again.
That poking thing under her—
Dian smirked. "You didn't come here just to chat… did you?"
He shifted her back gently, pulling her to rest against his chest. One hand moved to her stomach. The other—
Pulled up her humangous breast. Cupping. Slowly.
A moan escaped Emily's mouth. "Aah~."
Dian licked her neck, sending shivers down Emily's spine. "You taste sweet~."
"W-what a-are you doing, Ah~." Emily shuddered as she spoke.
Dian laughed softly. Pullik his other hand too, on her other breast. "I'm loving you."
Her breasts. Round. Soft. Full. And Big. Her nipples already errect.
Emily stored, unintentionally grinding Dian's hard rod beneath her big, soft, plump ass. A gasp escaped his mouth. "Hm~."
He pinched her erected nipples. A long, loud escaty moan escaped Emily's mouth. "Aaahhhh~~!."
Dian felt something wet slowly. She is completely drenched...
With swift movements, He slid his one hand inside her gown. Cupping and feeling her breast. Emily's body shuddered, as she felt Dian's warm touch on her bare skin.
His other hand slid down, then inside her panties. Emily gasped—!!!
Moans filled the room, some loud, some more than loud. But all filled with pure ecasty, bliss and pleasure.
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After a good long time. The moans subdued, the room filled with the smell of sweat, and love juice.
Emily breathless on Dian's lap her head on his shoulder. Her mouth agape, eyes turned upward from the mind blowing pleasure just a moment ago. A heart shaped like emoji in her eyes.
Dian smiling, his hand resting on her waist now, holding her firm. "You moan louder than your daughter, Dear." He teased. "And cums a lot too~"
Emily snugged in his chest but didn't say anything, still recovering.
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