Oga's attention snapped back to the door, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans, all of which materialized within a few seconds.
Such an unparalleled level of computing and processing speed was a unique trait among Alcolytes, as they ascended in their ranks, the synaptic nerves deliver information at a faster rate.
"A lady wishes to speak to the esteemed Lord Oga," the maiden outside the door said, shortly after Yaya parted the door ever so slightly, revealing her voluptuous figure.
The woman outside appeared no older than 22, dressed in a dark blue camisk, indicating her status. "It's much bigger than what I heard!" the maiden blurted out, entranced by Yaya's ample bosom.
Yaya frowned, feeling irritated that this unexpected guest had disrupted her plans to make her move on Lord Oga.
She had worked tirelessly to secure this alone time with him amidst their hectic journey of storing ingredients, preparing the paste, and securing the Alchemist onto the boat.
Just when she had Oga right where she wanted him, this wench appeared and disrupted everything.
Mendy, observing the displeasure etched on Yaya's face, hastened to offer her sincere apologies, yet Oga intervened with a teasing tone, "Yaya, your bosom is spilling out again!" The comical reaction of Yaya as she attempted to tuck those puppies away.
"Doesn't your lady fear the watchful eyes of the night?" Oga inquired as he stepped forward, breaking the silence that had settled over the room.
"An owl that knowest not his master must have its eyes plucked out," Mendy replied
Oga's lips curved into a playful smile, "Oh my, how vicious," he remarked, appreciating the wit of Mendy.
"Looks like we'll have to reschedule Yaya." With that, he headed toward the door, only to feel Yaya's bosom resting against his back as she whispered, "Can I wait for you?"
"Head to bed; The only thing you should think about is how your life is about to change within the coming months," Oga replied before leaving.
Yaya stood there for a long while, trying to decipher the meaning of his words, and even attempting to chase after the man to understand what he meant.
Oga made his way to the main house, which was just a minute away, accompanied by the illumination of their path and nods from the surrounding guards.
During their stroll, Oga maintained a tranquil silence, fully engrossed in his surroundings, keenly observing every detail of this well-guarded, five stories castle.
The twin moons adorned the night sky with their radiant glow, while the gentle breeze serenaded their path. At last, they arrived at their destination on the fifth floor, where Mendy gestured toward a pair of double doors.
"I bid his lord farewell, this is as far I'm permitted!" Mendy said while retreating.
"Please, come in," beckoned a mature voice from within.
As Oga stepped across the threshold, he found himself immersed in a lavishly adorned room, where an expansive bed, large enough to accommodate four grown men with ease, took center stage.
On this bed reclined a remarkable woman, her wavy brown hair cascading gracefully around her, and though she carried a substantial weight, her beauty was striking, leaving those who beheld her unsure of how to respond.
Oga, however, greeted her with a simple smile, and the two engaged in a silent exchange, communicating through their eyes.
After a few awkward moments, Madame's first words broke the silence, "Such guts!" Oga remained unfazed; he had anticipated this response.
Stripping down to his underwear, he boldly mounted her marital bed, addressing her directly, "Let's not beat around the bush. You and I both know why I'm here this late. You simply couldn't resist scratching that itch of yours, could you?" He motioned towards the empty jar on her nightstand, a jar they had previously gifted to Caterina Maverik.
"You—" she began to protest.
"Roll that ass my way," Oga commanded, asserting his dominance.
"You're too much! How can you speak to a lady like that?"
"What lady?" Oga retorted, his hands tracing the curves of her love handles, causing her lips to tremble. "All I see is a woman in need of comfort," he remarked, his touch leaving a profound impact. "You're quite an enigma. Most men would be disgusted... even my late husband—"
Oga interrupted her by placing a finger on her lips, "I do not discriminate. Big girls need love too." The only article of clothing was thrown to the floor. As he parted the bangs from her forehead.
Her exclamation burst forth, "What on earth is that creature!" The astonishment was palpable in her sapphire gaze, curious about how he managed to walk so gracefully with such a girthy member.
"Stop talking nonsense, and use your mouth... It's only at half-mast," Oga retorted.
The look of utter madness was plastered on the hundred-year-old Madame's face. She had seen her fair share of phallic objects during her youth, but this was simply a bedridden monster.
Even so, she simply couldn't resist.
Not long after, the sound of squealing resonated throughout the fifth floor, accompanied by the rhythmic creaking of the bed with each passionate thrust. The madame's voice grew boisterous, at one point the guards rush to the fifth floor, only to awkwardly descend back.
The situation was particularly awkward for Lance the second oldest and most likely to inherit the late Count's territory, his room was directly below the master bedroom.
Regrettably, Oga had 'forgotten' to cast the Silent Film spell to shield their privacy.
Lance simply had to bare with the sound of his stepmother's back being blown out.
This was the bliss the madame had yearned for, this manly fellow, handled every part of her body with ease, filling her with euphoria.
For the next two hours, Oga pounded the walls of Madame Vinci, each time she passed out only to be awakened by his passionate touch.
Heave
Heave
Heave
"Are you truly inclined to ravish a lady and depart, forsaking even a farewell or inquiring about my name?"
"What's the point of that? If you ever need a good time, Madame can visit me. I'll be here until tomorrow evening, but right now, I have a few errands that require my attention," Oga stated confidently as he begin to put his pants back on.
"Can I suck your dick before you go?" she pleaded. "It won't take long, just help me fill the jar again. Also, you don't have to keep calling me Madame; my name is Cynthia."
Oga paused, considering her request, and then replied, "Why do you talk so much?" He sat at the edge of the bed, watching with amusement as she rushed to get the jar.
"Next time, I will have to charge you," he teased, as he observed Cynthia's mouth becoming filled with his member once again.
"Is the rumor true?" Oga inquired, causing Cynthia to glance up. "You mean Marcus not taking a Consort or me not being able to conceive?"
"Both!" Oga stated
"It's not that he didn't take a Consort; rather, he simply couldn't keep them. Most of the time, these women would end up in the beds of his sons, so he eventually gave up and focused on managing the fief.
Despite becoming a laughingstock, his outstanding record in governing the territory overshadowed doubts about his virility. As for my infertility, the man rarely touches me. Unless he's drunk and stumbles into the wrong room."
"...."
Cynthia resumed her intimate act, Oga remarked, "You're not particularly skilled at this."
"Do you really think so?" Cynthia replied.
"Don't fret over it... It simply means you remained faithful to him while he lived. Admirable, considering your treatment, you could have had any of your men."
Unbeknownst to him, those words brought tears to Cynthia's eyes. Nonetheless, she didn't look up, savoring every moment of their encounter.
"Thirty more minutes, no more. So stand up and stop crying, tears don't suit you!" Oga said firmly.
That very night, Cynthia's heart dissolved into a pool of emotions, for it had been an eternity since she had experienced the gentle touch of a man, particularly because of her weight. Now, she found herself enveloped in an unceasing shower of affection.
Though many Madame in similar circumstances carried a certain weight, Cynthia had, unfortunately, allowed herself to succumb to a state of complacency and physical negligence, brought about by a lack of intimacy with her now deceased husband.
'I have no reason to stay here, so I might as well accept Caterina's offer. At least this way, I can see him as much as I desire,' Cynthia thought.
"Thanks again for helping with my step-daughter's aliment, Marcus would simply be delighted," Cynthia expressed her gratitude.
Pah, Pah!
"What's there to be thankful over? It's all Jard's effort. I only escorted him here as the last request and favor I owed House Maverik," Oga replied
"Aaaah, I see," Cynthia acknowledged as her walls clamped down, with each thrust leaving her breathless.
"So how did she get that curse?" Oga inquired, occasionally slapping Cynthia's ass.
"Long story short, Marcus offended a man he really had no business mouthing off to when he was just a lowly Viscount. As a result, the man placed a curse on his oldest child, Emily, and kill his first wife."
"Do you remember his name?" Oga asked.
"Umm, all we managed to find out through the years is that he's a professor who works at the Academy of Blood Coven."
Oga said no more on the topic. For the next few minutes, the Madame orgasmed multiple times, at one point Oga actually thought he had killed her.
A few months from now, the news of Madame Cynthia leaving the Count's Estate and undergoing a tremendous transformation spread like wildfire.
Many were astonished by her changes and couldn't fathom what had come over her. Not only did Cynthia take less than her entitlement, but she also left behind a trail of curiosity and wonder. But that's a story for later.
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Beneath the resplendent canopy of the night sky, a masked man glided with effortless grace on his sword, skillfully navigating the treacherous waters teeming with Dreadscale Crocks.
Oga, filled with unbridled joy, had finally realized his long-cherished desire for sword gliding, as he narrowly escaped the gaping jaws of the man-eating Ferocious Dreadscale.
"Truly the finest! Fear not, my formidable friend, on my return journey, you shall become a part of my morning delight, perhaps even pleasing Yaya's taste buds," Oga's laughter resonated through the air as the enraged beast disappeared into the murky depths of the swamp.
Having crossed the bottomless swarm, he found himself surrounded by towering terrain ahead. Along the way, fellow adventurers like himself greeted him, some watching his swordplay with amusement akin to a circus act, while others offered him thumbs-up signs. They all seemed to be heading in a similar direction: The Valley of Despair.
Yet, Oga had little time to pay heed to their reactions, as he had a multitude of tasks to tackle. As long as others didn't attempt to rob or challenge him, he had no desire to provoke conflict. In fact, it was quite rare for those of the same rank to attack one another.
After all, they had all worked diligently to attain their current status and rank; why would they engage in an unknown variable without any discernible benefit?
Presently, the pressing concern that weighed heavily on Oga's mind was the need to be in two places at once, a vexing dilemma.
If only he possessed an innate bloodline ability that could grant him the power of self-replication, his burden might be eased.
Oga had five intricate objectives that lay ahead of him, each demanding the utmost finesse and precision.
Foremost among them was the pursuit of the elusive ingredients required for concocting the rare and potent bloodline purifier known as the Hematocrystallum Elixir.
Following closely on his clandestine agenda was the stealthy acquisition of the highly coveted Mirth Cloud, a malleable alloy that served not only for forging the finest blades but also for crafting airships of unparalleled excellence.
Beyond that, Oga set his sights on an audacious heist—a daring mission to pilfer a handful of Wyvern eggs from the very clutches of their vigilant mother.
Yet, amidst these challenging goals, the crown jewel of his ambitions shimmered like a distant star—the enigmatic Void White Eyes Snake.
Legends spoke of this serpent, whose blood was rumored to hold the secrets of foresight and spatial travel.
Nevertheless, Oga was aware that the current void snakes residing in the Valley of Despair were merely inferior variants, but they would suffice for his experiment.
Although he would love to search for the elusive serpent, there was simply no time, he needed to use those around him.
Determined not to squander a single moment in pursuit of the elusive serpent.
"It has been quite some time, since I last wore this," Oga chuckled to himself as his hands trace over the intricately crafted kabuki mask.
Inspired by a play he had witnessed in his previous life. If Nuu were present, no doubt he would shiver with trepidation, for Oga the Demon had returned.
His proficiency as a Sound mage proved invaluable, as he used his mastery over vocal techniques to enhance his abilities.
With all the necessary adjustments made, the sword beneath him surged with newfound speed, transforming the once hour-long journey into a mere 15 minutes.
As Oga approached the cliff's edge, his gaze was drawn irresistibly to the mesmerizing expanse of the Valley of Despair. Across the distance, pubs and flickering fireplaces were scattered, their glow adding a mysterious allure to the surroundings.
As onlookers gathered, they couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic figure standing before them, his face concealed behind a mask.
Questions filled the air, and curious voices echoed toward Oga, seeking understanding.
"What's the reason for the mask?" inquired one person, while another playfully mused, "Perhaps he's aiming for a sense of mystery? It's quite captivating, wouldn't you agree, Maya?"
However, an unexpected voice interrupted the playful banter. "Humph, can't you see? He's hiding his face because he believes he can't match my handsome looks," boldly declared Hanes, a man with thinning hair.
In response to Hanes' audacious claim, a slender woman's voice cut through the laughter. "Hold on, Hanes. If you consider yourself handsome, then my eyes must have deceived me all these years," countered Maya, prompting the crowd to erupt in amusement.
This gathering spot was renowned for attracting veteran Grand Knights, individuals seeking breakthroughs or reconnecting with old companions.
Beneath their jovial demeanor, these knights were formidable combatants, each holding enough status to establish their own third-rate academies and clans.
Despite the light-hearted banter, the presence of such powerful figures would make escape an impossible feat for anyone daring to come here as a bloodline carrier.
However, Oga seemed undeterred by the charged atmosphere, displaying true arrogance and unwavering confidence as he calmly made his way toward the mission board. After a few moments of contemplation, he began to write.
"[ Seven Hundred Healthy Humans with expertise in farming, construction, cooking, and cleaning, Must be Transported to the outskirt of Durk Town along with an adolescent and mature Void White Eyes Snake; Preferably Alive.
Reward: 90,000 Aether, an Incomplete Recipe for Hematocrystallum Elixir, and an Enchanted Carousel. All Conditions Must Be Met Within A Week, Outskirts of Durk Town. Payment Will Be Received When Requirements Are Met.]"
"Hey you there with the mask, do you plan to rebel?" a cane-wielding man walked forward.
"?"
"Don't just stand there and take that down. I know it must be hard reaching this rank, but if you dare to covet his blood, it won't end well…"
As he approached, those in the surroundings looked on with surprise, "Hardlet, I haven't seen you in a while." a woman said
"Why is everyone so quiet and not warning this fellow?" It was his time to be shocked.
"Eeh, don't walk away," Hardlet shouted
"Hardlet, you truly have been gone for far too long, time has changed, old friend. It has been half a century since Emperor Modu lifted the ban on harvesting the Void White Eyes Snake," Maya explained.
"What? That's not possible. He would never allow such a thing, that narrow-minded fool's hatred towards halfbreed, hasn't changed one bit, Or have you all forgotten what happened that year?"
Only to receive a sigh, "It's as Maya said. I don't know what came over him, but during the last 50 years, there have been many more changes. The law that only permit men as Master of the House was rescinded, along with many others."
Hardlet looked with disbelief. Had he truly been asleep for that long?
'How could Modu change so drastically? This truly sounds fishy, the Modu I knew growing up isn't a lenient man, but a cold and lawful leader that follows tradition to the letter, could such a person suddenly turn over a new leaf?" Hardlet contemplated.
"There must be a hidden agenda, why would the Royal permit others to harvest their blood essence? I must speak to her, maybe she knows more."