Chapter 189 – A fluffy Monday Finale – End the relaxation, by relaxing.

Chapter 189 – A fluffy Monday Finale – End the relaxation, by relaxing.

“Yes,” Lydia snapped at him, anger mixing in with the returned iron of her tone. Despite her regained bearings, her face turned red again. She kept her eyes entirely fixated on her ruined piano. “I do not make a habit of sharing my leisure activities with anyone, John Newman.”

“Well, us plebs call that a hobby,” John said, trying to introduce some levity into the situation. Lydia did not react at all to those words, so he continued in a calmer tone. “I’m surprised you picked dancing and music as yours though.”Điscover new chapters on n0ve(l)bin(.)com

Lydia remained motionless for a little bit, the still hovering keys the only extension of her that moved in any capacity. She shook her head, when her attempt to slot them back in failed utterly. “Following...” she started, stopped, glanced at him for a second, then continued, “...a certain event in my youth, my honoured grandfather took me in. Warfare, economy, and such practical things were the backbone of my royal education. I had many tutors, but art... art he taught me himself.”

Her red lips drained of colour where she pressed them together. She ran her hand over the polished wood of the piano’s top. The large instrument was still beautiful, which made the damage all the more saddening.

“Eventually, he advised me to pick up an instrument. He said that he always enjoyed exorcising all he could not say into melodies. I made my choice and he personally gifted me this piano...” She stopped and let out a deep sigh. “I lost control there... and now it's destroyed.”

John sucked on the inside of his cheeks. There was a guilty twitch inside him, although he could only feel so bad. Lydia had lost herself in the moment and he couldn’t have known better. “And the dancing?” he asked softly, both to keep her mind engaged and because he was curious.

“A personal addition. I did it at first as a challenge, to weave my control of the keys with the distraction of physical motion.” Lydia plopped down on the stool next to it. At the end of her explanations, Lydia locked eyes with John again. Her flustered looks were reduced to a small blush. Her hands went back to braiding her hair. “Promise me again that none of this will ever leave this room, only you and Maximillian know of this, and I would like to keep it that way. It is... a matter of personal comfort. I would like to keep it that way.”

John pushed himself off the ground and stood. “I promise, but... why would your rival know of this? Seems like a strategic misstep,”

Lydia raised an eyebrow in response. “You haven’t looked into my background at all?”

“No, should I have done that?”

“I am flattered that you didn’t, but generally talking: Yes. Especially if you are working for somebody like me. Much surface intel about me is easy to come by.” The princess gestured for a nearby ring of metal to approach. It broke, then clasped around the tip of her braid, securing it. “You might as well learn it from me then. Maximillian and I used to be a couple of some description.”

That news hit John fervently unprepared. Not that it hurt him, he had barely started to like Lydia as a woman and he was far away from loving her as much as he did Rave or Aclysia. Even if that were the case, he knew that Rave had pulled some stunts before she knew him, which included there being nudes of her on reddit. He knew people had pasts and there was no reason to get jealous about reasonable degrees of mistakes.

This was, however, notable in another way. “So, this tournament is basically just a lovers' feud cranked up to national level?” he asked, aghast.

“No!” Lydia was quick to smack that assumption down. “Our opposition on this issue is what first brought me and Maximillian together. He turned out to be surprisingly charming in private. I will spare you the details of the few months of our relationship. It was a standard story: two people fall in love over a common issue, they talk, they love, they start finding things about the other one that rub them the wrong way. In the end it turns out that they are unable to come to an agreement on the most basic things, finally that very thing that brought them together becomes their greatest difference. It turned out that our ideals were incompatible, so I decided that we should go back to being just enemies again.”

John sighed heavily once more; if it was a girl calling him, he would have gestured Undine to just roll with it and enjoyed the blowjob while he was talking, but getting pleasured while a dude was next to his ear felt weird.

“What’s up?” John asked, trying to hurry this along.

“I call because of that thing you wanted me to bring to you,” Herman said.

‘Right, the spine,’ John scratched his head. He hadn’t forgotten about it, but he had tried to not think about it too much. After all, he had finally reached happier times again. “What about it?” he asked, knowing he sounded a bit brash. He just really had other urgent matters to put his hands to. Well, Undine’s hands. Mostly her mouth.

“I don’t really have time to bring it to you. There is a lot to do with that veteran meeting coming up, and I’ll be pretty busy afterwards too. So, if you and or Rave could come to the meeting and pick it up, that would be nice. Would like the company while I am getting squashed by the stories of old war heroes,” said Herman. “You’ll probably be busy with the whole election stuff...”

John nodded, then realized how stupid that was, excused himself with most of his blood being somewhere else, then finally answered, “Sure thing, just write me the address and time, and we’ll find time to swing by.”

“Will, do. Thanks, friend.”

He put down the phone a moment later. Undine massaged his, only slightly, limp dick to get it into full hardness again. She slowly lowered her lips, John was watching intently, ready for the moment his sensitive cock would finally get some pleasure. Undine’s outer layer, the shape of a dress, melded back into her body when she felt his desiring gaze.

A Quest window blocked the view when it finally got indecent.



John really had no mind to think about this right now. But he had to take this seriously, because of who this Quest came from. Therefore, to the (shared) extreme displeasure of the slime girl between his legs, he ordered her to stop once more.

Why would the Horned Rat give him a Quest to take a spa day? What did he know about that god? Pretty much nothing, but he seemed to be somewhat invested in John’s survival, otherwise giving him Mana Blade didn’t make a lot of sense.

Why would the Rat want him to go get a massage? Probably to get some sort of message from somebody there. Why he would make it so complicated, John didn’t know nor care. He still hadn’t cracked that prophecy, and he wasn’t even trying to understand the Rat’s reasoning without having understood that first. A free Class Level was absurdly good though, and he did think he was safe, at the very least. He smashed that Accept button.

Then, he could concentrate on that blowjob.