Chapter 137 Booty Massage = Answers

Ryan made his way toward the Duchess' estate for their designated meeting.

'Maybe, this was her plan all along, and this is a terrible decision,' Ryan thought, still debating his decision to attend this dinner.

'Maybe I should have brought Emily, but she's been away from class too long. She needed to see her teachers.'

As Ryan's mind debated, he ran out of time as he stood before the Duchess' front gates.

As he approached, the gates opened automatically, allowing him to step inside.

No guards like the Frost General's abode gave the huge mansion an ominous atmosphere.

"Welcome, Ryan," a voice said from the doorway.

Out stepped a figure in a green silken dress with a marvelous hourglass frame and a veil that covered her face.

"Green hair, just like your daughter," Ryan said. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

Striding forward, Ryan reached out his hand and took hers, kissing it.

A shiver went down the Duchess' spine, but Ryan was too occupied with sensing his surroundings to notice.

"Please come inside," she said, "we can talk while we wait for dinner to be finished."

Nodding, Ryan followed her into the mansion, the doors shutting behind him.

As Ryan entered, he first noticed a large room ahead of them filled with plants and furniture set up for entertaining guests.

Walking toward the room, the hall had various weapons hanging on the walls, including swords so extravagant Ryan felt a little drool escape his mouth.

Sitting on a couch, Ryan relaxed and quickly activated his bloodline to scout the mansion.

'Strange, there is no one here,' Ryan thought, sensing no one.'

'Even stranger, I can't sense the Duchess with my bloodline. If she weren't in front of me, I'd say she wasn't real,' Ryan thought, shivering, knowing this could have led to his downfall more than once.

"So," the Duchess began. "I assume you'd like to know why I brought you here?"

"I think I know why you brought me here," Ryan said, relaxing now that he knew the house lacked servants.

'Either I'm here to die, or...'

"You want me," Ryan stated confidently.

The Duchess's eyes widened, and she was about to agree when she had to keep herself from coughing blood, hearing Ryan's words.

"To stay away from your daughter," Ryan finished.

Coughing, the Duchess took a second to regain her breath. Then, clearing her throat, she said, "You're quite the smart one, aren't you."

"Never heard someone say otherwise," Ryan said, crossing his fingers behind his back.

'Never lie without having your fingers crossed, it saves your karma, as Aliza would say,' Ryan thought.

Raising an eyebrow, the Duchess let out a low chuckle. "You're not wrong, young man. I don't want you near my daughter."

As the Duchess was playing with her veil, Ryan squinted his eyes. "Have we met before, Duchess?"

Freezing, the Duchess thought, 'Does he know? No. He wouldn't treat me with such respect after calling me a bimbo. God, I hope this works.'

"Ah, I think dinner is ready," she said, rising from her chair.

Shrugging, Ryan rose from his seat and asked, "Well, what are you going to do about it?"

Not understanding his words, the Duchess turned, but instead of Ryan being a few feet away, she came face to face with Ryan's emerald eyes.

'They're so beautiful,' she thought, mesmerized.

"I-I, what was the question?" the Duchess asked, blinking.

Using his advantage, Ryan tucked a loose strand of her hair over her ear and said, "What are you going to do about it?"

The Duchess's heartbeat increased as the question took on an entirely different meaning from its original.

"I-" before the duchess could speak, Ryan lifted off her veil and kissed her soft, plump lips.

"Mmmmm," the Duchess moaned in pleasure as she felt his warm mouth move against hers. But, unfortunately, the kiss only lasted momentarily when she realized he'd stopped.

Blinking at him several times, she looked into Ryan's eyes again, feeling embarrassed that she had fallen victim to him so abruptly.

"Tell me what you're going to do about me being with your daughter," Ryan said, smiling confidently.

"Y-you know..." the Duchess said with a shaky voice. "You could have me instead. I'd be willing to make the sacrifice if it meant saving my daughter."

Ryan's grin turned devious, and he laughed loudly before saying, "Oh, Duchess, just be honest with yourself. You've wanted this since you first laid eyes on me."

As the Duchess opened her mouth to refute his words, she found herself unable to form any comments.

Taking advantage of her helplessness Ryan pulled her close, kissing her neck as she squeaked out pleasured sounds.

He slowly ran his hands down her back, allowing his fingertips to trail along every curve until they reached her juicy butt.

Pulling his lips away from her soft cheek, Ryan grabbed the lacy bottom and squeezed her ass hard, making the Duchess let out a long gasp.

"Tell me, Duchess," Ryan said, rubbing her ass. "What do you know about me?"

"What do you mean?" the Duchess asked, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes again. "You are... well," she began, blushing. "You are handsome."

"I know, but that's not what I meant," Ryan said, grabbing a handful of flesh again as he continued his squeezing motions on her rear end. "Tell me what you know. Don't you dare lie," he growled.

The duchess swallowed hard before letting out a breath as if releasing a weight from her shoulders. "I know you're strong, a cultivator."

"Go on," Ryan muttered, gripping the Duchess's plump booty tighter.

"I know you're very quick in b-" the Duchess started to say but was interrupted by Ryan smacking her ass.

"I mean about my identity," Ryan said, giving her a momentary respite from the spanking.

Taking a deep breath, the Duchess tried to gather her thoughts and keep her story straight so it wouldn't come out as a jumbled mess.

She looked at his hand, which had moved away from her rump, and it appeared that he wasn't planning on resuming his punishment.

"I know the human empire has been following you," she started. "At first, I wasn't concerned, but when you turned out to be a cultivator, I looked into it."

"You did?" Ryan said, raising an eyebrow. "And what did you find?"

"I found that the Grand Empress had started a secret project called 'subject one', and you were related to it. That's all I know, really," the Duchess confessed.

"That doesn't help me at all," Ryan muttered disappointedly.

"What do you know about the Kheaweth family?" Ryan suddenly asked, realizing he was talking to royalty.

'Although Ester is the highest-ranking general in the human empire, she doesn't pay attention to politics,' Ryan thought, hoping that this state of arousal and fear he was making the Duchess endure would help her find answers easier.

Feeling Ryan's hand caress her rear again, she cleared her throat and tried her best not to wince or whimper from his spanks as they'd started as well.

"That I know," The Duchess answered with a shake in her voice. "Everything bad about the human empire is that woman's fault."

"Who?" Ryan asked, unconsciously increasing the pressure on the duchess's cheeks.

"The- the Grand Empress!" the duchess stuttered. "She's an evil woman who had Ravier in the palm of her hand for millennia without anyone being the wiser! Even her daughter."