Chapter 482 – The Troublemaker
Another early afternoon came to an end after seeing to the concerns of hundreds of citizens. Kanae had been hard at work taking over for Arenade and catching up in her absence. Finally, the numbers were beginning to thin out. Fewer and fewer, though the line still stretched out of the castle, were coming to her with problems. Especially fewer now that Zadris turned away suitors.
"Whew. What a long morning. Zadris, I'll be heading to Brightwind Academy," Kanae said, rising from her seat.
"My empress, wait. I had set aside time for you to meet with mayors of new townships. They are waiting in another room, being entertained in the meanwhile," Zadris explained.
"New townships? Are there more towns in my empire I don't know about? Ughh. I almost want to let you handle it instead…"
"Well, I suppose it is something I can take care of in your place. But they came all the way here from across the Commonwealth, hoping to meet you personally." She pressed a hand to her cheek and frowned.
Kanae relented. She followed Zadris to a sort of lounge that was occupied by a little over a dozen people. They were seated in large red cushions and having the time of their lives. Sisters of Sin dressed in sparse robes massaged the guests, served them wine and fresh fruit, and performed seductive dances.
"Ahem." Zadris cleared her throat.
The Sisters of Sin stopped what they were doing and jumped to their feet. All of them bowed.
She continued, "You stand in the presence of Her Majesty, Empress Kanae of the Empire of Sin."
The guests, who Kanae assumed were the visiting mayors, scrambled to get up from the cushions. They smoothed out their fine embroidered clothes and fixed their hair to look as presentable as possible, then kneeled before her.
"Rumors of your beauty are not unfounded, Empress!"
"May your family and empire prosper, Empress Kanae!"
"Please, lift your heads. Save your compliments and well wishes for yourselves, everyone. You're all welcome to be at ease here," Kanae insisted.
They slowly looked up, exchanged glances with each other, and rose to their feet. By their appearances, Kanae gathered these men and women were of the affluent class. As mayors of townships in arguably the wealthiest power on the eastern continent, that came as no surprise.
"Zadris told me you're all here to meet with me personally. Thank you for finding the time to make the journey, and congratulations on being elected to mayors of your respective townships. How may the Empress of the Commonwealth help you today?" Kanae flashed a welcoming smile.
"If I may be so bold as to speak to Her Majesty first." A portly middle-aged dark elven man stepped forward, his greasy slick hair combed back and buttons of the tunic barely containing his belly. "I am Oswald Haiser, mayor of Shordthome, which serves as the hub for nearly 1,200 wheat and corn farms in the southeastern countryside of the Commonwealth."
"1,200 farms for just wheat and corn?!" She gasped.
Zadris leaned in and whispered, "It isn't actually as significant as it first seems, Empress. Any family with a plot of land, small or large, can claim they are a farm and tallied into the total. Additionally, many farms serve much of their harvests to ranchers to feed cattle, pigs, chickens, and more."
Kanae hadn't ruled long enough to grasp the sense of scale yet. Sometimes, she underestimated just how big No Man's Land used to be. Not to mention, many things were happening beyond even her and Arenade's knowledge.
"Sorry. I just had a long day. Please, continue." Kanae nodded to the mayor.
Oswald continued, "Of course. Each of us here are heads of a township. They are young settlements sprung up recently and necessitated by the needs of farmers. Oftentimes, a farm does not have the means to transport thousands of bushels. Their tools break down and are in need of a blacksmith for repairs. Some lack mills to process wheat, for example. The townships act as a middleman, attracting tradesmen and providing a smooth uninterrupted road of production. Unfortunately, this cannot last for long. Not without taxation to keep townships running."
"In other words, you came asking me permission to raise taxes on farms and townships. I won't levy my own citizens. They pay their share in harvests already," she explained.
"Your Majesty…" He stepped forward, hands wringing together and rapacious eyes glinting with the shine of gold. "Naturally, this further fills your coffers. We prosper together. The farmers won't suffer from a lighter coinpurse. As the empress, you are owed as mu—"
Kanae rested a hand on Lust hanging on her waist. She casted Mass Charm and compelled them back down to their knees. Panic filled the room as her half-succubi loomed over them.
"Y-Your Majesty?!" Oswald gasped.
"I founded the Commonwealth for the good of all my people. I'm not going to rob them of their hard-earned wealth. If you need funding to run your townships because you're too incompetent, Zadris will help you fill out the proper paperwork for the crown to reimburse you. This isn't the Empire of Ortesia. Don't think you can grease the right hands with all that oil in your hair to get your way. Have I made myself clear?" Kanae asked, kneeling down in front of him and tilting his head up with her hair.
"Yes! Yes, you have! We meant no offense or harm on your people…" he stammered.
When Kanae released her hold on them, they stayed on the ground for a little while longer.
"Sisters, will you escort our guests to my office?" Zadris asked.
It wasn't until the Sisters of Sin started coaxing them to leave that they finally raised their heads and moved.
"Masterfully done, Empress. The lord my family served back in Ortesia would have accepted the offer in a heartbeat. Perhaps even leveraged blackmail to obtain a higher portion out of the deal," Zadris said.
"I have everything I could possibly want or need. Asking for more is silly. Keep an eye on Oswald and those close to him. The last thing I want in my empire are greedy scheming bastards. Assign a Sister to them if you think it's necessary," Kanae suggested.
"It shall be done. Enjoy your trip to the school. Give Marnie my regards," the half-succubus added before leaving.
Did they know each other? Kanae didn't get a chance to ask. Zadris was already gone. She flew to the school for the second time since Headmistress Marnie came to her about the delinquency problem. Her first time there had only resolved one student. Hopefully. There was always the concern of someone relapsing back into old habits.
Kanae found Marnie in her office, grading homework and preparing for the graduating exams set for the end of summer. If it was anything like school back in Japan, these students were studying their asses off to pass and move on to the next grade. A crucial time that delinquents would miss out on by just screwing around.
"Kanae, hello!" Marnie smiled.
"Hope I'm not interrupting. Zadris also said hi. I wasn't aware you two knew each other," Kanae said.
"Zadris! She volunteered at the school when we were still living in Lograin. That must have been… even before you came to the city. What a lovely girl she is. Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if Zadris is homesick. Ortesia is so far away, and her being a half-succubus…" The headmistress sighed.
They shifted discussions to the delinquency problem in Brightwind Academy. Kanae explained how students, like Tarric, were getting a trip from potions that a boy named Motta regularly stole from Rosaline's atelier.
"I can't believe how bad the problem's gotten. Burglary! How unthinkable!" Marnie gasped.
"Who is Motta anyway?" Kanae asked.
"An orc boy. Probably the most misbehaving student at this school. He just seems so uninterested in learning and is always causing disruptions during lessons. Like Tarric, he's also eighteen and failed his past graduation exams. Motty's also been doing something… inappropriate ever since he started attending that we're not sure how to deal with," she explained.
Kanae listened patiently as Marnie put it into words. Motta was an only child. No parents and no family records. He had seemingly appeared in Ehmvier one day, and the Sisters of Sin had found and ushered him to attend Brightwind Academy.
That wasn't the unusual part, since it was how orphans normally ended up here. What was unusual was that, according to Marnie, Motta was well-spoken for a thirteen year old at the time and had a strange manner of speaking. The inappropriate part, however, was that he was a playboy and often had his way with women. At his current age, who he hooked up with wasn't anyone's business, but bringing them back to the school made it Headmistress Marnie's problem.
"So, we got a horny orc on our hands. Where is he right now?" Kanae asked.
"Likely at Roker's Pub two blocks down from here picking up another woman. There's a good chance most of the delinquency will stop if we somehow fix Motta. He is kind of their ringleader. I just want him to graduate already," the headmistress groaned.
Kanae promised to do whatever was in her power to help. She flew to Roker's Pub, a two-story brickhouse saloon that typically served the common laborer. Lumberjacks, construction workers, and more occupied simple tables that were basically a wooden slab placed on top of empty barrels. They knocked back ale like water.
Going off of the description Marnie had given her, it wasn't hard to spot Motta. The orc student was unlike any orc she had seen before. Thin as a human, not like her friend Manabe, who was very muscular and built like a truck. His skin was pale gray. Hair shaved at the sides and sported a buzz cut mohawk. Small tusks protruded from his subtle underbite. He was going around from table to table, chatting up women whether they were in groups or not. Many of them turned him down, but he kept pushing until they shooed him off or he lost interest.
An idea hatched in Kanae's mind. She occupied an empty table and acted the role of a woman out drinking alone. It didn't take long before Motta came right up to her.
"Hey, cutie. You alone?" Motta leaned forward across the table uninvited.
The orc was a head shorter than Kanae. He wore a dirt-stained shirt and seemingly new work boots that clomped loudly. A very playboy-like smile adorned his youthful face. There was definitely an attempt to appear like a hard labor worker.
"I just might be. And you are?" Kanae played along.
"Friends call me Motta. I just got done working a twelve-hour shift. Came for a drink, only to lay eyes on a beautiful woman like yourself. Looking at you recharged my batteries. How about I buy you a drink, and we blow this joint?" Motta suggested.
Heavy-handed, but not exactly effective flirting. How exactly did a guy like him get away with sleeping with so many women then? Just persistence? Asked everyone and hoped one said yes?
"Sure. Just one drink though." Kanae agreed, taking this opportunity to learn more about him first.
"Alright! Wait right here. I'll get us some drinks!" Motta ran off to the counter for a little longer than she expected it would take to buy beer. He came back with a big smile and handed her a stein frothing over the top. They toasted to new friendship and chugged.
What happened next was hazy. Kanae was sure she had only one drink. She saw only snippets. Before long, Motta was sitting next to her and had his hands all over her, and she didn't resist. Lecherous hands reached under her tunic to grope her breasts, and into her leather pants to finger her pussy.
Eventually, they left the pub. The sky churned and shifted in a menagerie of colors like the canvas of an oil painting. Kanae couldn't stop staring up. She only did so when Motta yanked her into a narrow alley, where they started feeling each other up again. Sharp teeth nibbled on her nipples. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, and the two made out until drool slipped down between them. Just the very contact of their lips drove her crazy from pleasure.
Motta pulled Kanae's pants down and buried his face between her thighs. The same tongue she was sucking on early now flicked at her clit. She threw her head back and moaned. He licked with skill, and his saliva burned like hot oil that intensified her nerves.
"I'm cumming!" Kanae cried. The orc peeled away as she squirted all over the ground. He wiped his chin and smirked. A look of triumph.
But the victor wasn't satisfied with just a single win. Motta dropped his pants, giving Kanae a glimpse of his gloriously erect cock.
"Get on your knees and open your mouth, slut!" Motta ordered.
Kanae did as demanded and opened her mouth wide. Motta shoved his dick in. He grabbed her horns and thrusted, facefucking her with wild abandon. She choked and gagged, but the pleasure somehow amplified. Being taken so roughly made her climax again. Soon, his bucking hips stopped, and he pushed his dick down her throat to release a thick load.
"Pwuah…" Kanae swallowed it all and gasped for breath once he pulled his dick out. "More, give me more of your cock~"
"Guess I'll be pulling a succubus babe back tonight!" Motta cheered.
In the next moment, Kanae was lying on her back with the orc pistoning into her in the missionary position.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"You're so fucking hot! I'm going to fuck you all night long!" Motta moaned.
"Yes! I want it all night… non-stop… my pussy is yours! Ahhh!" Kanae had her lips sealed by his in a tongue-lashing kiss.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"I'm filling your womb up this time, slut!" Motta shoved his thick member right up against her cervix and shot a hot load.
"Ahhhhhhh! So… good… So warm and gooey…" Kanae murmured deliriously.
They rutted like animals in heat. Kanae couldn't think straight. Hell, she only thought about the orc dick penetrating her repeatedly. Motta held true to his word. It was dark out by the time he was done with her. Night had fallen, and not a single ray of sunlight peered through the window. He rubbed his cum-lathered dick against her lips.
Kanae laid there half-conscious, drenched in sweat and spunk. Cum leaked freely from her pussy. She twitched all over, unable to move, body sore, and breasts stinging from bite marks.
"Whew." Motta loomed over her, grinning salaciously. "Getting sent into this world is the best. I'm so glad I chose incubus as my race. I get to fuck all the women I want!"
"Hey, Motta! What's with all the screaming in there?" someone outside shouted.
"Look what you did? You moaned so loud, you woke the others up." He wagged a finger, then went to open the door.
It swung open to several male students, who erupted with a round of gasps at Kanae lying naked in Motta's bed.
"Another one?"
"W-Whoa…"
"Who is that?"
"This one is special. She's a true succubus, not like the half-succubi at the Eminence. Because I'm feeling charitable tonight, I'll let you guys fuck her, too. Just keep this a secret between us, alright?" Motta asked.
They made Kanae a cumdump and gangbanged her for the remainder of the night, making use of every hole available to them. Her mouth, pussy, and ass. She was taken over and over again… and enjoyed it.
When the lights had gone out in the school and faculty finished patrolling, they walked her naked down the hall, pussy dripping with cum. Motta and the others fucked her in a class, the corridors, and even on the school rooftop.
The students eventually got too tired. Motta dressed Kanae up and discarded her disheveled body behind Roker's Pub where they initially fooled around. She was lying on top of a crate when her senses slowly returned. The stars finally stopped swirling, too.
Someone drunk stumbled into the alleyway humming to himself. Kanae had no energy to get up. The scraggly human man noticed her and wandered up.
"Lucky day!" He unbuttoned his pants and an erect penis sprung out.
"Wait…" Kanae was still too woozy to stop his dick from effortlessly entering her pussy. "Nnh… Oh, god… I'm still feeling the effects… I'm cumming!"
"Dang, you're convulsing so much— ooooh!" The human drunkard ejaculated inside her and passed right out.
Kanae pushed him off.
"Damn that Motta. He must've spiked my drink with Rosaline's sex potion. That means he stole more than just those spiritual potions." Kanae cursed under her breath.
But an incubus? Suddenly, things made a lot of sense. More surprisingly, Motta wasn't originally from this world. From Earth then, like herself, Manabe, Ichi, and Takumi? She might need to change her approach with Motta now. There was no telling what he was capable of having been here for as long as her.