Chapter 53: Pilith.
I deactivate the black hole and hover in the air, looking down at the ruins.
In the distance, their retreating army can be seen.
At this moment, only a few remnants are left behind—likely to preserve their forces.
"You will pay for this."
Suddenly, my entire body glows with an incomprehensible golden light, centered right at my abdomen. This is extremely bad, as it means I must have been hit by an attack without realizing it.
From afar, a spear radiating a blinding light launches toward me at terrifying speed.
What? This means the light on my body is very likely a tracking beacon for that spear to home in on.
I place both hands in front and erect thousands of invisible gravity walls. But the spear punches straight through all of them.
This is bad.
Given that I have fucked many women—among them the mission to fuck Miyune, and I haven’t requested the rewards from the system yet, while other requests involved smaller tasks.
My body is pierced by the spear, and a horrendous wave of pain strikes in a fraction of a second, followed by my body losing all sensation due to the sheer intensity of the agony.
Blood spews from my mouth, and my body slowly plummets like a kite with a snapped string. The troops below immediately rejoice at this sight.
With my last remaining strength:
"System? I want time manipulation power."
The system appears.
*You cannot; it exceeds all reward requirements.*
"Then give me... localized time manipulation."
The system.
*You will instantly possess the power of time manipulation.*
With my last ounce of strength, I reverse time for myself.
Everyone below is thrown into confusion.
"What the hell?"
"Why is his body fine?"
"Look over there! His clothes were torn and have healed. He is reversing time."
I hover in the air and burst into a loud laugh.
"Truly interesting, you guys really are quite strong."
Suddenly, the blonde warrior is nowhere to be seen.
He appears in mid-air, bringing down a glowing sword to cleave my body in two. But I immediately reverse time, and my body heals as well.
"That certainly hurt a lot, but I can still take it."
The warrior immediately orders a retreat.
I wonder if they have any other powerful weapons. If they had destroyed me before I could reverse time, I would have died.
This group of people isn’t necessarily strong, but their weapons certainly are. Surely the kingdoms have genuinely powerful individuals guarding them, yet they haven’t deployed their strongest assets yet. And I was just a hair’s breadth away from dying.
Damn it, I need to rapidly advance my power. I don’t dare chase after them, and instead turn around and leave.
"System? How many points do I have left?"
The system appears.
*You have 540 sexual relationship points remaining.*
Too few—requesting a supercar, for instance, would only be enough for 5 supercars.
I remember I still have 4 maidservants. I’ll definitely have to fuck them when I get back.
Word travels fast. Even Princess Elizabeth comes looking for me.
"Did you go attack them?"
Sitting in the room talking with her.
"Yes, I planned to scout ahead to see if I could set up a trap. Unfortunately, I stumbled into one, and at the same time found their camp. I got a bit angry and attacked."
...
Although the king is quite angry, this chaotic action also yielded considerable advantages, so I am not severely reprimanded.
That is why I am currently facing the king, kneeling, and offering apologies.
"I will learn from this mistake."
The king nods.
"Causing too much attention will cause other kingdoms to join forces and attack us. So from now on, follow my orders."
I bow my head low.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
I leave the king’s study and walk down the corridor.
If I wiped them all out, it might be better. But failing to exterminate them completely means making lifelong enemies.
Suddenly, with my heightened senses, I hear a faint sound coming from somewhere.
"~ Ughmmm... so good."
Is someone making love? The old king is in his study, right? This is the chambers of the king’s wives. Could someone be committing adultery?
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I walk toward a large door.
I gently push the door open and step inside.
It is an extremely beautiful pink-haired woman. Her attire is disheveled, exposing her nipple.
She is sitting on a chair, legs lifted high, masturbating.
When she sees me, her eyes widen.
"You? Who are you?"
I smirk, seeing an opportunity.
"I am Hugo, Elizabeth’s teacher."
She quickly covers her body.
"Then let me help you. Are you the king’s third wife? Lady Pilith?"
"Get away from me right now! Who gave you permission to do this?" she screams.
I continue to close the distance.
I pull my pants down.
"I think you should reconsider," I pull out my 20cm penis. Vein-bulging and exceptionally massive.
Pilith suddenly stops crying out, letting me close the distance.
She can be called the third queen.
I check the system and see a mission to make love to the third queen, with a high difficulty rating.
And it requires servicing her while she is masturbating. I am lucky to have caught this exact chance.
The queen crosses her legs and gazes at my vein-textured penis. She stands up and points toward the bed.
"Get over there," she commands, as if giving an order, but I comply anyway.
I climb onto the bed and lean my back against the headboard.
The queen approaches me, her eyes filled with immense curiosity as she stares at my penis.
"This thing of yours is truly huge."
"Does the Queen like it?"
The third queen licks her lips.
"Stay still for me," she commands.
The queen grasps my warm, throbbing, vein-bulging, sturdy penis.
"Amazing, yours is even harder than my dildo."
I am quite surprised that she has to resort to using a dildo.
"Why do you use that thing?"
The queen begins stroking the length of my shaft with her hand.
"Because that old king is already 58 years old, that’s why."
"Are you Elizabeth’s teacher? You’ve got some nerve breaking into my room and trying to seduce me with your cock," she grips my penis tightly.
A sudden flash of pain makes me wince.
"Ahh, it hurts. Easy on it, Your Majesty."
"I just wanted to help the Queen, that’s all."
The queen narrows her eyes as she looks at me.
"The other day, I noticed Elizabeth looked different—her expression was much better. It seems you’ve fucked Elizabeth?"
She guesses accurately.
"How interesting."
I manage a smile upon having my secret discovered.
"Ahaha, so does the third queen want to arrest me?"
Pilith digs her fingernails deeply into the ridge of my glans. This is the exact trick Miyune once used on my penis. It seems women experienced in lovemaking all know this move.
"Arrest you for what? I want to enjoy you instead."
"Want to be my personal bodyguard?"
I smirk.
"No need, just call me whenever you need me."
Pilith bends down, taking my penis into her mouth in a appreciative manner.
"Not a bad taste."
Her saliva-filled mouth envelops my shaft, and her tongue swirls around the tip of my penis.
"Your Majesty has really good skills," I tease.
Pilith glares at me with a look of disdain.
"You should consider yourself lucky that your penis is huge and currently being sucked by my mouth."
I burst out laughing.
"Haha, thank you, Your Majesty."
My penis acts like a pillar being sucked by the queen, creating extremely wet, slurping sounds.
She gently bites down on my penis and shakes her head slightly as if relishing it.
"Ummm..."
Pilith continues to immerse herself in this natural, massive, throbbing toy of flesh that fits snugly inside her mouth.
With the worldly experience of a woman who has had to satisfy herself more than once, she knows precisely how to turn every tiny movement into a slow, proud indulgence.
The royal bedchamber is so quiet that every single wet, squelching sound produced by her smooth oral cavity as it envelopes the rounded glans rings out crystal clear. Pilith is not in a hurry.
She gently closes her long eyelashes, and her breathing through her nose begins to grow rapid and hot, blowing directly against the bulging, erect base of the shaft.
The third queen’s tongue is remarkably flexible.
She smears her soft, saliva-coated tongue along every small path down the length of the cock, tracing every pulsing rhythm of the vein network.
She swallows the crown of the glans deep into her throat, squeezes her arching throat muscles slightly, and then slowly draws back, allowing a sticky string of saliva to stretch thin between her plump lips and the hot tip of the penis.
"Umm... mm..."
Soft, muffled groans catch in her throat whenever the glans strikes deep against the roof of her mouth.
Pilith’s slender hands, adorned with meticulously manicured nails, constantly stroke and cup her two testicles below, then gently squeeze and knead them to heighten the stimulation.
She tilts her head to one side, increasing the suction to grip tighter, turning her oral cavity into a smooth vacuum pump, fully savoring the heat and superior firmness that a real penis brings—completely crushing the inanimate toys she is forced to use every day.
Her gaze occasionally looks up to observe my wincing or softly groaning expressions of pleasure with a triumphant sense of power.
She continues sucking, licking up the droplet of precum oozing from the urethral groove, prolonging that slow sucking rhythm as if trying to drain every last drop of endurance from the man before entering the main event.
"The Queen’s mouth is truly wonderful."
Information from my ocular scan tells me she is only 25 years old—a very young age. Marrying the king was undoubtedly a political arrangement.
Indeed, being a king is truly wonderful. I want to be a king, too.
While continuing to breathe out puffs of pleasurable excitement, I feel that my ultimate purpose in this world is to rule as a monarch. Doing so will make finding beauties like queens infinitely easier.