I am the Only Son of Nyx

"M-Matilda..."

Kai couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Not even in his wildest dream would he have thought that this was possible.

Seeing Matilda acting all shy while spreading her pussy with her hand was a sight that he had never thought was possible. The Matilda he knew was uptight and strong, but the one before him right now was inviting him to cum inside her again.

And that contrast snapped all reason and filled up his lust gauge to the fullest.

"Oh?"

Matilda’s eyes widened as she watched Kai’s cock rise again like a spear.

Seems like what she did smote him perfectly.

’It even looked angrier than before,’ She thought inside as her face reddened again. And then, she lifted up her gaze and saw Kai’s face was now a mask of a lustful beast. ’I-I think I overdid it. I think I tempted him too much.’

Before she was ready, her world tilted.

Kai flipped her body around and then stabbed his cock into her pussy again.

He wasted no time and moved his hips hard, pounding her from behind.

Each time his body slammed into Matilda’s round and athletic ass, the palpable sound of flesh hitting flesh rang across the entire room. And every time the tip of Kai’s raging junior pressed against her cervix, a squeak escaped her lips along with the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall.

Once his body adapted to the feeling of sex, he went even harder.

He ravaged every inch of Matilda’s body.

And every time he was about to reach his limit, he didn’t hold it in and poured it all without hesitation into Matilda. Again and again, the two changed positions and continued tussling on the bed as if the world didn’t matter.

Kai gave Matilda no rest.

Even when she pleaded for a rest breathlessly, he only changed position.

Instead of using her pussy, he tried to use her mouth and cum inside without thinking much.

Then he mounted Matilda and used her breasts to squeeze his cock.

He cum on her body, defiling her even further.

Kai tried every single position that he knew on Matilda, relishing the utopia of pleasure.

Matilda prepared this surprise so that his would end as it had begun—victorious.

She was giving him everything, letting him do whatever he wanted with her as if to crown him with one final, private victory. And she had been right to do it. Right now, with Matilda doing anything he asked, Kai felt like he was on top of the world.

Like rabbits, the two tangled on the bed without stopping.

It went on until dawn was nearing, and the two finally collapsed out of exhaustion.

...

"Where is she...?"

Bree was outside, riding her Pegasus under the night sky that stretched endlessly.

She rode low, making sure that she didn’t draw any attention as the Pegasus’ powerful wings beat in slow—deliberate strokes that kept them not too far away from the cloudy ground. The air was thin and sharp tonight, biting at her cheeks, but she barely noticed.

Her eyes were fixed below, scanning every mound of cloud and every covering.

Five miles around the academy.

She had circled it again and again, widening the radius with each lap.

But even then, she found nothing. No sign of Professor Hera. No trace of where she had gone or what had taken her. Just absolute silence, and the deepening sense of dread that something terrible had already happened.

Earlier, Bree went to ask the other professors about Professor Hera.

None knew anything.

It had been days since she tried to locate Professor Hera, to no avail. Her fingers curled tightly around the insignia in her palm. It was cold, and the weight of it felt heavier than it should. It was the responsibility attached to it that made it feel heavier.

Professor Hera had told her to give it to Kai.

She had said it not with the same calm, careful voice that she always used.

No—her voice was tinged with panic.

Even her eyes depicted the same thing—panic and fear of whatever was coming her way.

Professor Hera was afraid. Bree initially thought that she was caught helping Kai too much— and the academy would now punish her badly and restrict her communication with Kai. But the fear in her eyes didn’t seem like fear of punishment.

It was more like fear of death.

And her trouble has something to do with Kai.

Bree’s chest tightened.

She urged the Pegasus lower, skimming over the empty field of clouds. The moonlight caught the edges of her hair, turning it silver, but she felt no comfort in it. She had spent another hour out here, sweeping every inch of the radius she’d set, and still there was nothing.

Professor Hera disappeared without a trace.

Finally, Bree gave up and turned around.

The Pegasus banked smoothly and picked up its pace, returning to the Aerial Stable.

Bree guided the creature inside. Her movements were automatic as her foggy mind still raced through possibilities. After securing the Pegasus, she made her way back toward the academy, rushing back with moderate speed.

She needed to check on Kai and gave him the insignia.

Upon reaching the main gate, the grey-masked Angels guarding it immediately straightened.

Other than being a High Angel, she was now a part of the Red Prince’s group.

Everyone saw her hugging Kai before he was crowned, so everyone knew who she was.

"Good evening, High Angel Bree!"

"Good evening."

Bree flicked her hair as he walked through the gate with wide strides.

’I might get addicted to this.’ She smiled inwardly and flicked her braided frosty hair. ’Having Kai become the Red Prince is not only good for him, but also good for his group. I really want to meet him and ask him about the benefits of becoming the Red Prince.’

She had barely walked a hundred yards when she felt a presence.

Subtle, but unmistakable.

Bree’s eyes slid to the edge of her vision, head perfectly still. She knew someone was following. Still, she did not change pace. Her steps stayed calm, her breathing steady—but her senses burned sharp as she tracked the distance between herself and the shadow behind her.

Slowly, she turned down a narrow alley between two stone buildings.

In this alley, the darkness was thick and welcoming.

As soon as the darkness wrapped around her, a whisper slipped from her lips, "Nigh-phantom."

Bree’s presence disappeared, merging together with the darkness.

Just a few seconds later, the figure entered the alley and then paused almost immediately. His head turned left and right, searching for Bree, who disappeared into thin air. "What the heck? Where did she go?"

Clink—!

A cold sensation pressed against his neck.

His body stiffened instinctively, and when he lowered his gaze, he saw the cold edge of a knife was already resting against his throat. Slowly—he raised his hands, palms open. "Be cool. Be cool. I’m not trying to do anything bad."

"Really?" Bree’s eyes narrowed. "Then why are you following me, Ragnar?"

"Just wanted to talk to you."

"Then talk."

"C-Can you put down the knife fir—?"

Before Ragnar could even finish his question, Bree already pressed the knife harder.

He decided not to push it.

"I need your help."

"Are you serious? You’re asking me for help?"

"I don’t have any other choice! Only you can help me." Ragnar balled his hands into fists, but opened them again when Bree pressed the knife harder. "Look, I made a deal with the person who wanted Kai dead. I’m sure you are aware of His presence."

"The Demigod..." Bree muttered in a whisper. "Yes, I am aware."

"I failed to deliver my end of the bargain, and even made the situation worse."

"Because Kai is now the Red Prince?"

"Yes... Regardless, he’s coming to get me. I need your help. I don’t want to die."

"And your first thought is to come to me? Why don’t you come clean to the Chancellor?"

"Are you crazy?!" Ragnar turned his head a little—looking at Bree over his shoulder. "If I tell the Chancellor that I made a deal with an external party to tamper with the tournament, he’ll kill me! I don’t know who the Demigod was, so I might even be used as bait.

"Moreover, I also accidentally made Kai more famous. He might still find out about that."

"Wait," Bree frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"Professor Hera... She invited a journalist from the surface and broadcast the Dragon Ring Tournament." Ragnar confessed; there was regret in his voice. "Once I managed to get rid of her with the help of the Demigod, I didn’t send the journalist back—hoping to boost Chester’s reputation."

Bree’s eyes widened when he heard this.

She wasn’t aware of any of this, but the most shocking part was Professor Hera’s involvement.

"How did you get rid of Professor Hera?"

"Hm? I-I’ll tell you if you promise to protect me from the Demigod."

"Fine! Now, tell me how you did it."

"I got intel from the Demigod’s people that she was not only a professor—but a part of the rebellion forces. A part of the Fallen Faction. She was scouting for potential recruits by being a professor."

"The Fallen Faction...?"

Of course, Bree was aware of this faction.

Nobody on the surface knew about it. Anything involving the Angels was already extremely scarce. Most people on the surface only knew the surface, but the Fallen Faction was even more censored even in the Sky.

Most Angels didn’t know about its existence, but Bree knew.

Her family was influential enough to access information that isn’t public.

The Fallen Faction was a renegade order of Angels consumed with rage. Angels who wanted nothing more than the destruction of the sky. Drunk on power, they sought to tear down the existing regime and remake it as they saw fit.

It was even believed that they didn’t worship the Gods.

Or at least, that was what the officials would describe them.

Bree, on the other hand, knew the truth.

She knew that the faction’s real aim was vengeance for what the sky made them do.

Angels who became spiteful because of the discrimination and wanted to rebel.

’So that’s why Professor Hera was really close with Kai.’ Bree thought, only now realizing the dynamic between them. ’She was recruiting for the Fallen Faction. And Kai, as the only Lesser Angel, naturally became the perfect recruit for the faction.’

"I told you everything I know," Ragnar said. "Now fulfill your promise."

"Promise?" Bree raised a brow. "What promise?"

"You lia—?!"

Crack—!

Bree wasted no time—and struck Ragnar hard on the back of his head with the handle of her knife, knocking him out cold. And then she turned around and left the alley. "As if I’m going to help you after what you did to Kai. Moron."