203 Three for the Price of One Part 1, R-18 (2/2)

Therefore, she didn't believe she could succumb to Konrad's tricks. On the contrary, given enough time, he would succumb to hers.

”Why don't we negotiate?”

She asked, her voice carrying hidden mermaid melody while her aura permeated the air and assailed Konrad's senses. A true mermaid didn't need to sing, their voice alone enough to bewitch their preys.

”Oh? What do you offer?”

Not losing her smile, and undisturbed by the sight of her unconscious daughter lying with copious spunk dripping from her lips and flower bud, Augusta carried on the silent seepage of Konrad's senses.

”Instead of returning to your country, and surrendering all your gains to the holy emperor, why don't you make this your home? Though non-spirits can't rule independent realms, you can still be a nominal vassal.

I can support you in combining five states into one and make it your domain. Thus, you can become our country's first sovereign prince while still possessing more power than the king.

If that's not enough, we can give you the court title of grand preceptor, in charge of all official matters. King in all but name. What do you say?”

In the Holy Continent, the title of grand preceptor was a very dangerous one because its wielder could, in theory, grasp more political power than his monarch. Usually, to avoid trouble, it was conferred to the strongest house elder who nominally held it while focusing on secluded cultivation.

In the Holy Flame Empire, the peak-stage Crossed Tribulation Saint, Adalwin von Jurgen was the grand preceptor, both in the reign of Olrich, his father, and grandfather.

”Denied. I have another proposition:

Surrender.”

Bright purple flames erupted from Konrad's body, shattering the hidden melody and mermaid aura within the air to barrel into Augusta.

”Oh…shit.”

She cursed, realizing that from the beginning, her abilities had no sway over Konrad who clearly was no human being. And as she attempted to challenge the purple flames, another realization struck her.

They didn't bring physical harm. They targeted the mind's desires. Alas, even her Profound Saint cultivation was not enough to resist their might. In a flash, her suppressed lust erupted, and Konrad turned into the manifestation of all her phantasms.

Unable to maintain flight, she dropped onto the ground and her mermaid slit moistened by the second.

”Fuck…”

”Oh, for sure, I will fuck you good.”

Konrad pledged before taking leisurely steps toward Augusta, intent on giving her the pounding of a lifetime.

At that time, Lena awoke with her first words being:

”Wait…don't forget me.”

…

Meanwhile, the third princess was about to join her mother in the bathhouse.However, as she approached, a loud succession of smacking sounds backed by frantic moans echoed from the door.

Alarmed, she stopped. For while she possessed no experience in the topic, even a pig could tell what was going on.

The possibility of her mother having an affair within the royal bathhouse, forcing her back.

”Wait, it can't be. Mother is very cautious of gossips. Even if she wanted to carry out an affair, she wouldn't start tonight…or here. It must be someone else! How dare they sully our bathhouse?

The nerves!”

Full of righteous indignation, the third princess stepped toward the door and shoved it open.

What she saw startled her. In her mermaid form, her mother laid face down on the floor, eyes rolled back and her tongue lolling out while ”the delegation protector” smacked his hips against her ass, pounding her from above with his massive rod.

Meanwhile, Lena sat before her mother, legs spread, and forcing her to lick the spunk that still trickled from her snatch.

”More…more…more!”

Augusta roared while pulling her face out of Lena's snatch.

”Mother, don't speak with your mouth full.”

Lena admonished before pushing Augusta's face back into her snatch.

Alarmed by the decadent scene, the third princess yelped and closed the door, her heart rate skyrocketing.

Of course, her intrusion didn't escape Konrad whose lips curled into an amused smile. He then returned to the task of driving his cock into Augusta's mermaid backdoor.

”Didn't see anything…I didn't see anything…I didn't…”

The third princess repeated to herself while leaving the royal bathhouse. However, as she reached the exit, she was shocked to see her father standing before her, depression still shining in his eyes.

”Aaah! Father, what are you doing here?”

The depressed water alliance king's eyes lowered onto his youngest daughter, too grief-stricken to see the oddities within her gaze.

”I wanted to chat with your mother and was told she was having a nocturnal bath here. I'm on my way to see her…”

Knowing that another disaster was about to strike her house, the third princess' eyes widened in fright.

But as she floundered, the water alliance king walked past her, taking unsteady steps toward the inner bathhouse.