Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 15: Your Wife Loves My Fingers! (***)

From the moment he took the crown, Gaiseric di Uriah had been trying to reduce the power of the four ducal houses and limit the high aristocracy's political influence. Why then did he give them this task? Because he wanted to press and exploit them to failure.

The Blood-Smelting King wanted an excuse to get rid of the Astalon and Elektra houses, and if in the process of getting that he could use them to weaken his enemies and accumulate benefits, all the better. So, he gave them a task they couldn't complete, expecting that they'd exhaust themselves badly enough to damage the foundation of rising factions such as the Jade-Faced Academy. Afterward, the royal family could pick things up from where they left off, building on the Astalon and Elektra sacrifices to pursue Gaiseric's expansionist goals.

At least, this was the conclusion that House Astalon's management had come to—a conclusion that, without exception, made them all seethe with burning rage.

But without a doubt, this was also the opportunity of a lifetime.

Thousands of years had passed since the royal family had abolished the expansion rights of the nobility—making royal grants or inheritance the only way for a noble to expand his territory. Even the lord of a territory couldn't grant land to his subordinates without the king's approval. But in Springtime City and the territories they conquered from that point on, the Elektra and Astalon would be able to administer the land as they pleased.

Without Cassandra's meteoric rise, negotiating such terms with Gaiseric would have been impossible—meaning that indirectly, Mithras was the one the Astalon and Elektra owed this opportunity to—not that they'd care. If anything, those petty nobles would probably feel insulted by the thought they owed a slave anything.

Mithras ignored them—focusing on Cassandra who, unbeknown to the audience...was going through a rather challenging predicament.

'Fuck...fuck...fuck!' Feeling the Elastic Beads of Paradise rotate and vibrate in her ass, Cassandra bit her lips, crossing her arms behind her back so the audience couldn't see her trembling hands. Meanwhile, Mithras, sneaked his right hand into Cassandra's panties, sliding his fingers up and down her cunt.

"Hum! Hum! I will now announce the new assignments and roles we will have to play in Springtime City." With one hand in Cassandra's lewd hole and the other holding his notes, Mithras said.

"When did it become a servant's place to make such announce—" a 200-year-old Astalon noble with a respectable first-level Minor Expansion templar rank blurted out. But barely had he reached this point that Mithras put his notes into his pockets, then jabbed at the man's direction.

*Crack*

A blast of invisible force smashed the senior noble in the face, sending him flying through the entrance door and crash in the distance—his life and death unknown.

"Hum! Hum! Moving on." While the Astalon nobles' eyes stretched in a mix of shock, fear and confusion -- including Duke Luther who always saw our boy as an ordinary slave -- Mithras went on. And while still fingering his godmother's cunt, he pulled out his notes, reading for all to hear.

"Lord Arian will join the Jade-Faced Academy, acting as a double agent to bring us information on the headmistress' subordinates, forces and moves there.

Duke Luther becomes the Lord of Springtime City, tasked with ingratiating himself with the officers of the Royal Guard and finding the most corruptible of the lot. The political and administrative affairs of Springtime City, however, all fall into the hands of his wife and City Magistrate: Lady Cassandra.

As arranged by their grandparents, Ulric di Astalon will marry Celestia di Elektra, heiress of House Elektra, further cementing the alliance between the two houses. Ooh...lucky mofo. But wasn't that supposed to be Arian's fiancé? Or was he just playing robber again?

Never mind." One after the other, Mithras listed the jobs and new titles of the Astalon high-level, eventually reaching the end of the list.

Black lines formed on the junior and senior nobles' foreheads, with many wondering how such a loose-tongued scoundrel could become Cassandra's most beloved servant. But then they saw his face, and the situation became much easier to understand.

Duke Luther couldn't see Mithras' fingers rotating in his bombshell wife's cunt, yet the man couldn't shake the feeling that a tall green hat had fallen on his head—his eyes went bloodshot.

"Mithras, oh that's me, becomes the House Custodian—tasked with managing the servants, supervise the kinsmen's spending, run the treasury, and protect the house's interests in the Jade-Faced Academy.

Nice!

Members of the slave class cannot hold office in noble houses and institutions, so I'm hereby destroying Mithras' slave contract and making him my godson. I will later take him to church so we can receive the Lord's blessing.

Even nicer!" Mithras commented along the way—his silly tone making some overlook the seriousness of the words he'd just spoken.

"Impossible!" Luther snapped and stepped forward, unsheathing his greatsword and aiming it at Mithras' neck.

"Destroy his slave contract if you want to. That's your business. But your godson will also be my child in the eyes of the faith, making him a member of House Astalon! How could a mere servant—one of such a low and shameful background at that—become a member of this honorable house? Are you out of your fucking mind?

And you're even going to make him the Custodian of our house? Correct me if I'm wrong but...IS THAT NOT MY JOB?! Cassandra, where are you putting my face, honor, and dignity? Or have you gone so mad for your boytoy...that you've forgotten your real husband's name?!" Luther barked at his wife. And who could blame him?

Faith in the Spiritual World was a delicate business. On top of other religions, all worshipped the Triumvirate: the Lord, the Weaver, and the Beast.

The Lord created Sid, the Gods, Sages and Antigods. The Weaver created the various worlds, species, and planes. And the Beast existed to destroy the Weaver and purge its creation of what it saw as filth.

Of the three, only the Lord was supreme. But all three possessed true immortality, worshipped by mortals, fiends, and divinities alike.

A godson was a couple's child in the eyes of the Lord, bearing the blessing of the Three-Way Church—and with full inheritance rights to his godparents' assets.

Nobles couldn't legally adopt slaves and servants. But nothing stopped them from making their beloved servants godsons or daughters. Just that no one in their right mind would do this.

Sadly for the Astalon, after getting a taste of Mithras' body, Cassandra had pretty much stopped being in her right mind.

"Mhm...Mhmm...Mithrasss!" Mithras drove his middle finger up Cassandra's walls, stroking her favorite spot, and causing her juice to soak her thighs from top to bottom. The Astalon matriarch moaned in bliss, her seductive body shaking as her eyes rolled back.

Here, Mithras pulled his fingers out of Cassandra's cunts, openly sucking the juice that dripped from his hand before staring at Luther with an innocent smile.

"Oops."

<Ding! Ding! Ding!>

<Luther is feeling humiliated>

<Luther is feeling cucked>

<Hidden Quest...Your Wife Loves My pleted!>

<Hidden Quest...Cuck Without pleted!>

<Reward! Reward!>