Chapter 192: Homesick – Part 1

Chapter 192: Homesick – Part 1 AnnouncementAN: I'm still very behind my schedule, partially due to my own fault, so now I need to change my plan. I'll only be releasing two parts every week, but I'll also add another week before the usual break from Rupegia, so there's four weeks before I work on Heretical Magus again.

Let's hope nothing else gets in my way this time.

Today is the 23rd, Ne, Day of Water. A little storm is brewing up as it's raining heavily and the wind is picking up, which means that things will escalate tomorrow as it'll be An, Day of Wind.

Perfect day to leave, to be honest, which starts with the perfect paizuri-job from Ciel as most of my long shaft is hiding between her glorious, juicy tits while she sucks on the pink head peeking out, and I cum so much it spills all over her light chocolate skin.

Belind joins the rest of the girls in licking up the bounty, and one thing leads to another, and then we suddenly have Roxanne and Belind suckling on her dark nipples. Now that I've taken the pixie's first time, the other girls are gradually "integrating" her with the rest of the harem, and she has been very politely receiving them all to the point that I believe she'll obediently eat everyone's pussy if asked, but Hana seems to be getting jealous.

[Bind] tells us that her feelings are still murky and vague, but she's definitely developing something for the pixie princess. One of Hana's "types" is playful women who engage with her boisterous behavior, so Belind's social butterfly nature is starting to affect our fiery barbarian, who always plays along with her.

But Roxanne is a devil who can't help but tease, so she gives Belind a mischievous look as the two suckle on some nice nipples, then suddenly gives the little woman a peck on the cheek. The pixie is such a cheerful girl that she starts giggling happily, releasing the nipple and leaving herself open for another attack, but now on her lips.

Ah, such a wonderful display of femininity.

Almost brings a tear to the eye.

But these games can't last long, for there's actual business to be done today, unlike the last three days, where we just lazed around and fucked until we passed out. Unfortunately, I didn't get any bear pussy in the meantime because Urmeie ran with her non-existent tail between her legs before we could find a "middle ground" that would allow us to fuck.

We call Prince Looklwind to have breakfast with us and also Sainalai because why not? The halfling High Officer has always been very receptive to flirting, but I've never gone too far with it due to her being in a delicate position.

Well, this isn't the most appropriate situation to flirt, but still, it's pleasant to have her around. Her personality is similar to Belind's, so they have a nice, polite talk, even though they have such different backgrounds.

Then I decide it's time to finally say the magical words. You see, asking a noble to do anything for you is like propositioning a woman for sex. You can't be blunt and just ask it straight, or at least not with most women. You have to carefully court them over a long period of time and gradually tease them into the idea.

That is, unless you're a sex god like me, but I'm not trying to have sex with Looklwind, so we've "courted" him over these last three days, which has culminated into this.

I lower my cup of coffee and look over everyone, silencing the ones that don't have [Bind] to hear my thoughts. Then I turn to the blue-haired prince and begin, "Prince Looklwind, after the great work you did with the rifles, I wish to invite you to manage our Research Institute. We need someone of your talent to train our researchers in the scientific method."

He was expecting this, for his reaction is muted, which was expected since that's the whole point of "courting," but then he asks an unexpected question, "What... what is the 'scientific method'?"

Still, I find this sort of talk pleasant, and it allows me to nerd out for a bit. "To put it simply, it's math... because math can be used to explain everything. It's knowledge in its most distilled form. Back in my world, we explained everything with math, and though magic doesn't exist there, anything that obeys any sort of rules can be explained with math."

The dull prince looks down again at his cake, then clenches his fist and lets out two not very energetic chuckles. "Haha... The way you talk about math makes me feel things I never thought possible before."

Okay, that sounds suspiciously gay, and I'm tired of attracting so much gayness toward me.

His sister gives him a sympathetic smile, and we wait for him to continue his wistful confession, "The Dangerous Spinny Balls Research Facility used to be staffed by mathematicians, but it blew up before I was old enough to join them, so I always dreamed about what it'd be like."

Wait... mathema-fucking-ticians blew up a research lab? That's hardcore.

But that means that I have to clarify something for him, "We want to use math to standardize research and allow for any sort of predictions to be calculated, which will increase safety before experiments. You likely won't be doing any research yourself as I want you to administrate and organize the researchers."

He nods slowly in understanding, then shrugs. "Still, it isn't like this will be a lifelong job."

And Yunia follows up, "Indeed. If you raise a successor, you'll be free to become a researcher yourself."

Then his wistful air fades as he becomes cautiously serious. "But what about pay? I'm still a prince, after all."

We've thought of this, and we don't think that money would be attractive to a gnome, so we came up with this idea that I share, "How about we share discoveries and inventions with Gnomeria while you're in charge? Though that means that we'll also monitor the situation to ensure that you're training your successor."

Gnomes are very reserved and protective of their knowledge, so no matter what we share with them, it won't spread very far.

"That's very blunt," Belind interjects, her tone calm and crystal clear to show that she didn't like how we said that.

But I flash a kind smile at her to show that I understand her concern, then explain myself, "We must make our intentions clear, especially since the gun isn't the last of the creations I want to bring from Earth."

And Looklwind follows up, "Very well. I already believe this deal favors Gnomeria too much, so there's no reason to take offense at this."

Which finishes appeasing the cute pixie.

"Do you wish for time to think about your decision?" Yunia politely questions.

But the prince waves the concern away. "No... there's no need. I accept, though I need time to deal with my princely duties before I can join you."

"We'll be waiting for you," Lina affably hums.

And he nods, looking like he's embarrassedly excited about it.

Sainalai doesn't really understand the conversation, but she stays quiet and then returns to cheerfully talking to Belind once we're done.

Unfortunately, we follow up this sappy mood with something grim. Now that we've got everything we could from the Throat, it's time to end this.

"{How do you want this to go}?" I soberly ask in Reo.

The large and stupidly handsome bald man turns around and then aggressively advances towards the thick, spell-proof wall of reinforced glass, making the golems go on high alert, but he suddenly stops himself. From his strained expression, it seems that he's struggling against his monster instincts to fight us to the death, but his pride as a "civilized" monster is just as powerful.

After a couple of tense moments, his face starts to relax as his civilized side wins the battle. Then he readjusts his robes and haughtily demands, "Put me to sleep."

I nod and add, "{Any last words}?"

And he smiles wistfully. "{Glory to the Endless Fields}."

I think that's the name of their nation. Rather fitting, considering the bullshit number of "levels" I was forced to fly through.

Still, it feels sad to be forced to end such a vast civilization. Who knows how long they've been in the Broken Skies, slowly growing and preparing for this moment. But hundreds of thousands of years were wasted because the Gods sent five cheaters to deal with them... well, six with Brett.

I feel like I want the Titan exiles to grow, even without the promise to the Throat.

After that, we aren't in the mood to do much, so we laze about until lunchtime, then have one last meal with the Hau-Hou. But before we eat, we have a few words for each other.

"May our friendship last," King Temamana says as he offers his hand.

"And may the Gods watch over us," I reply as I take it and firmly shake it. The rhino-headed king may be big, but my hand is larger than normal, and my claws make up for the rest of the difference, so it doesn't feel like a child sharing a handshake with one of their parents.

Then we let go and raise our glasses of Eia towards the crystal light, showing everyone a pretty show of lights that displays the high quality of the drink. After pausing for a couple of seconds to let everyone become mesmerized by it, we down our Eia at the same time and cheer.

But my words were secretly a threat. Someone here likely fucked with us, and since we're so deeply favored by the Gods, they better start praying divine retribution will show them a modicum of mercy. We won't forgive and won't forget the theft of the golem.

"Your presence has brought immeasurable benefits to the Sky Lands," Princess Haotawa follows up, obviously trying to improve her position by cheerleading for us. It's a pity that I couldn't court her for longer because I'm almost certain that I would've eventually been able to get my Cock inside her deliciously tight light-blue deer pussy.

"What is it?" he hurries me, though that previous thought took only a mere second.

"Someone stole one of my golems, and it possesses the knowledge to make my newest creation: guns," I soberly begin.

And he narrows his eyes suspiciously. "Guns, Gifted, and earthlings. You're bringing them all to your territory and accruing even more power."

I can't help but flash a smile at his caution. Then I calmly soothe the skittish little Empy, "I understand your concern, so I'm willing to give the secret of guns and rifles to you in exchange for information and free rein when someone attempts to sell guns in the open."

He slowly raises an eyebrow to emphasize his level of annoyance. "'Free-rein'? Don't you already practice it at all times?"

I steel myself against his powerful voice and gleefully reply, "Not really. I want to destroy the thieves. Make an even more visible example of them than what we did to Katasko."

He seems to get my intention, for he backs down and reasonably offers, "I could easily outlaw the recreation of guns without your authorization and enforce it even outside the Empire."

So I relay the crux of our plan, "No, we want to lure them out. Pretend that you want to teach me a lesson and allow guns to be sold without paying me tax."

The concept of royalties is very entrenched in Rupegian culture as races are very protective of certain things, like elves with Eia, so these rights are also extended to us, the inventors of guns.

He hums amusedly, mildly impressed. "How devious... You're showing your true colors, Wolf."

I snort back. "Don't exaggerate, Your Radiance. I don't even come close to the bloodthirst of a Punisher."

Then he cautions, "You won't have the cover of the Purification to do as you please. If you go too far, you'll answer to the Temple."

"That's fine. As long as they get exposed, we'll find a way to deal with them," I reassure him.

"But for that, I need to go along with your plan. So how about we start some rumors?" he suggests, and his tone starts to take a turn.

"'Rumors'?" I repeat confusedly.

Then he grins, and I get a really bad feeling about this. "Like how I'm still incensed with you and even caused an altercation."

"Wait-..."

But then he raises his fist, so I cover my face with my claws, and an unstoppable force meets my very much movable body, and I sense the ground flying away from my feet. Then I crash through something and realize that I'm the one flying instead.

Well... this sucks...

I actually fly for long enough that I can comfortably have that thought. Then I crash against a second set of doors, and this time, I slow down enough to fall down onto the fluffy carpet.

You punch like a bitch.

And I refuse to consider that he might've held back.

Announcement

Hall of Fame of Patrons

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