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While a decisive battle for the Blood Aristocracy's future played out, Celestia clung to Mithras' legs for dear life, in earnest trying to regain control of her convulsing body but flailing and failing at each attempt.
Mithras didn't intervene, counting Celestia's orgasms with his fingers so he could later send her the bill for all this free service.
The Human Aphrodisiac never takes an L.
"Stop...help...please!" In the meantime, the desperate Celestia sandwiched Mithras' leg between her supple milk jugs. Doing her best to get her princely uncle's attention. Sadly, Mithras wasn't very good at multitasking, and already focused on counting the money that Celestia owed him, he couldn't hear her pleas for help.
"..."
"Please...I can't...ahhh!"
"..."
"Uncle...please...make it stop!" Celestia went all out, even pulling out the "uncle" card. Her calls went unanswered, met with the same silence. But as the poor princess was starting to lose hope, Mithras put his right hand on her head, dispelling his pheromones' effects.
"A Leg Fountain costs 120,000. You've splashed my legs 37 times, but since we're family and it makes me laugh, I'm giving you the first for free. Still owe me 4,320,000 ener crystals. You can pay cash or by bank transfer, but if I don't have my money within five business days...my collection agency will handle the rest.
I hope it doesn't get to that. I got great plans for us, Celestia, don't ruin them by being broke," Mithras said in a grave and serious tone, stressing the last part with strong emphasis.
But though a part of her wanted to smack Mithras for using his silver tongue to make a fool of her, another couldn't help but linger on the words, imagining a future where Mithras broke his back, going all out 24/7 for her happiness.
The poor princess couldn't shake off visions of that future, her scheming mind coming up with plans to put Mithras in chains and make him worship her for a lifetime. This was also for the sake of all women of the world. Mithras had to be tamed, subdued, kept in adamantine chains and hidden in the bedroom so he didn't go around ruining innocent girls and traumatizing secure marriages!
A rush of altruism filled Celestia's chest, and she resolved to sacrifice herself and take down the beast known as Mithras for all the women of the world! With that righteous mission in mind, Celestia's sass came back with twice the force, and she stared into Mithras' eyes, challenging the Human Aphrodisiac with a most provocative look.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Warning: A successful coup has been carried out! Aurelian has broken the Blood Oath and replaced Fylkir Hadubrangr as the Great Blood Emperor!]
[Fylkir Caligula is tricked by lust and decimated by his beloved. The Balarak bloodline has been enslaved by the Mansema, used to feed the Queens and their allies]
[Hakim...unlocks the Worldbreaker. The Lord...is worried]
But in that instant, a series of system prompts rumbled in Mithras' mind, warning him of the disastrous events sweeping through the Blood Aristocracy. The last one caught Mithras off guard, for since the day he'd received the system to now, this was the first time the system had used the words:
"The Lord...is worried." Worried? Worried for who? What can make the Lord worried? Hakim? Mithras' senses went on maximum alert, various information flooding his brain nonstop. But as Mithras' thoughts' wandered, a spatial disruption ripped his Mandala's structure, forcing him to put all questions at the back of his mind to focus on the wrathful figure about to make its entrance.
"Celestia...you're a much goofier princess than I imagined. I'm sure that moving forward, you will give me many reasons to fall for your dumb ass. But in the meantime..." Here Mithras paused, cut off by a pair of flaming arms that tore through space and time to grab his wandering hands!
The Red God emerged from the void, appearing behind Mithras, and towering above his grandson with a murderous glower.
"Oy, boy...where the hell...on who...do you think you're putting your fucking hands?" Heruka asked in a calm look that formed a sharp contrast with the berserk intensity in his voice.