Rebel

(I) My father and brother have been on a campaign against the demons for over a year now. I wonder how they are doing? I closed my eyes, savoring a glass of fine Goran wine while enjoying the service of the "saint" Caroline beneath me. I just don't understand why my father and brother would go to fight in some godless place for those gods who have never shown their power, and for their so-called justice. But it's good, I haven't tasted freedom in a long time. This is probably the charm of that so-called Bible and the sacred doctrines it proclaims. God's blessings will be with God's servants, and the gates of heaven will always be open to those warriors who ascend to heaven in the holy war... God's will is beyond my comprehension. Life is like a dream, so let's enjoy it while we can! "You will be punished by God for doing this. But it's not too late now. God will forgive your ignorance, as long as you can..." Caroline spat out my penis and stared into my eyes as she spoke to me. However, I couldn't sense any resentment in her eyes. It was a strange feeling, containing many other things, but I could only read pity in it. "Is this what they call the incarnation of God? Even while performing oral sex, she can't forget to preach. The temple's education is truly exceptionally successful!" I muttered to myself. I think she probably saw my soul struggling in purgatory after my death! Thinking of this, a decadent pleasure burst forth from the depths of my soul. Before she could finish speaking, I shoved my penis back into her mouth. When my erect and hard penis entered her mouth, the incredibly slippery and warm sensation was as comfortable as walking on clouds. The ecstasy of her licking and circling my glans was worth every penny. The decadent pleasure, combined with the physical ecstasy, instantly transformed into a feeling of utter cataclysm. "Ugh..." It was incredibly pleasurable. Watching my semen slowly drip from her beautiful face onto the floor, the lust that had just subsided seemed to be reignited. I sat in the armchair, silently watching her as she cleaned up the mess. Her azure eyes, set against her golden hair, complemented her exquisitely beautiful face, and her naturally radiant beauty made Caroline possess an allure that could bewitch the world. However, her tranquility and dignity, along with the holiness unique to high-ranking clergy, prevented any lecherous man from harboring any impure thoughts. Naked, she quietly climbed into bed after cleaning herself. Her large, blue, gentle eyes, like the sea, gazed at the basement ceiling, as if awaiting a storm. Looking into those eyes, for some reason, all the desire in my heart vanished in an instant. I slowly walked to the bedside, pulled the blanket over her, and gently kissed her forehead before leaving the basement, leaving her lost in thought. ************ Back in my room, I poured myself another glass of red wine, leaned lazily against the bearskin-covered chaise lounge, and reflected on everything that had happened in the past two months, recalling the scene when I first met her. "The Holy Son and Holy Daughter will be coming to our city of Fran next week. Countess, please make sure you prepare the church's temple tax. Because..." "I understand. We'll also need to trouble His Holiness the Bishop to put in a good word for us with His Highness the Holy Son," my mother whispered. “Of course, of course, may God’s blessings be with you. Countess Clausewitz, no need for you to see me off any further…” Watching my mother grovel before that fat pig, a surge of anger from the depths of my soul filled my body; and watching the bishop’s obese body climb into the carriage, I suddenly felt nauseous. As my mother turned back into the hall, I saw a faint trace of sorrow in her eyes. “Didn’t we pay it a month ago? The next payment should be after the harvest festival. Why…” I roared at my mother almost morbidly. “Don’t say anymore, Ron.” My mother reached out and lovingly stroked my face, and the anger in my heart vanished in an instant. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of my mother’s palm and the gentleness of her fingers. It felt so good to be held in my mother’s arms; the carefree days of my childhood seemed to have returned. “If only your father were here,” my mother whispered in my ear. (II) “Father,” I murmured to myself in my mother’s arms. Childhood memories slowly surfaced from the depths of my mind. "You ungrateful wretch, you've got some nerve! You dare steal the offerings from the gods!" My father untied his leather belt and roared as he stormed into my room. It must have been that fat pig, Bishop Band, who told my father. Just wait, one day I'll make you pay. "Anyway, they'd rot on the altar anyway, and the statues in the temple don't eat. The gods in heaven wouldn't care about those apples." I looked into my father's eyes, feeling no fear. "You, you dare talk back!" My father seemed shocked by my defiant reply. It was unbelievable that such words came from the mouth of a twelve-year-old. "I'm going to teach you a lesson today, you ungrateful wretch!" My father was furious, his belt lashing me like a storm. But I didn't cry. My hatred for my father was the source of my strength; it sustained my fragile soul and weak body. Suddenly, my father stopped, then looked me over like a stranger. I could even sense a hint of fear in my father's eyes. It was hard to imagine that a heroic paladin like my father could be afraid. Could my father, who wouldn't even blink at an army of hundreds of thousands of demons, be afraid of a twelve-year-old child?
This feeling was truly strange. Looking into my father's eyes, I murmured to myself, "Am I more terrifying than those legendary blue-faced, fanged demons and brutal, evil heretics?" "Sigh!" My father sighed softly, turned and left my room, gently closing the door behind him. Watching his departing figure, he seemed to age considerably in that instant. After he left, a heart-wrenching pain and an inexplicable weariness simultaneously assaulted my soul. Suddenly, darkness enveloped me; the floor was so cold. I don't know how much time passed, but when I awoke from my drowsy state, I suddenly realized I was lying in my own bed, being held by a soft body. The familiar scent of clove oil filled the air; the feeling was like being on a cloud. Being held in my mother's arms felt so wonderful and comforting. My heart suddenly pounded wildly, as if some important moment in my life was about to arrive, and my whole body felt involuntarily warm. An inexplicable excitement stirred within every cell of my body. My mother's soft hands gently stroked my back. The burning pain from where my father's belt had struck me was agonizing, but my mother's hands brought a touch of coolness to my soul, which was struggling in the flames. "Does it hurt?" my mother asked softly. Breathing in the fragrance of her breath, and gazing into her slightly sorrowful, dark green eyes, I didn't know how to answer. For the first time, I realized how beautiful my mother's eyes were. Not only were her bright eyes lively and sparkling, but even her eyelashes were incredibly beautiful. My mother's eyelashes were long; when her eyes were closed, each upright black lash, with its graceful curve, gently covered her eyelids. The lake-like quality in her eyes, and the quiet woods in the distance, were enough to make one forget any worries or sorrows. "It's nothing, I'm used to it," I replied, trying to sound like a man. "You're really stubborn." My mother closed her eyes and pulled me back into her arms. "I... oh..." Suddenly, my mother silenced my argument with her fresh, bright red lips. I felt a wave of dizziness as a fresh, moist taste came from my mother's mouth, as if beckoning me to taste a sweet delicacy. As I tasted the spring water flowing from my mother's jade-like mouth, I felt her tongue, like a small fish, slip out of her teeth and gently touch my lips. But when I curiously extended my tongue to respond, my mother playfully withdrew it. I tried to stretch out my tongue to "encounter" that delicate fish, but my mother punished the intruder without hesitation with her bright, fine teeth. After a gentle bite, as if as an apology, my mother used her small, delicate tongue to lick and soothe the injured area. At the same time, my mother's slender arms tightly embraced my neck. Soft, clove-scented hands caressed my hair incessantly, as if examining a precious jewel, stroking it with tireless gentleness. As the caresses and kisses intensified, a growing impatience crept in. It was as if reminding me that something was still unfinished. This suppressed excitement eventually transformed into anxiety, fiercely assaulting my soul. My mother seemed to sense something, letting out a soft sigh and gently placing her hand on my forehead. A cool sensation flowed through me with her chanting, quickly extinguishing the burning desire in my lower abdomen. "Does Mother have magic?" There was no time to dwell on it; drowsiness washed over me again. I closed my eyes, a satisfied smile on my face, and drifted off to sleep. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Tomorrow morning, go to town and invite Mayor Cole and Viscount Adrian, the regional administrator. I need to discuss tax matters with them." My mother's words pulled me back to reality. "I know," I replied casually. "You, I just can't do anything with you. You haven't changed your bad temper all these years... You're the only man in our Clausewitz family now, and you're seventeen years old. You're always running around outside. Can't you help me with some of the housework?" My mother said, looking into my eyes. I saw a faint mist in my mother's lake-like eyes. To me, my mother's tears were much more damaging than my father's belt. "I will definitely try my best, please don't worry. I won't let you down. Oh, right, I have some things to do." After saying that, I rushed out of the Earl's mansion like an arrow. I didn't know where I was going. I just couldn't face my mother's tears. "Remember to come back for dinner. I've prepared your favorite roast goose." "I know, I'll be back in a little while."
(III) After running out of the house, I rode my horse towards Moon Mirror Lake, which was not far from home. It was the only place besides my mother's embrace that could calm me down. The gentle lake water, as soft as a mother's eyes, combined with the scents of lilacs on the shore and the maple forest in the distance, soothed the melancholy in my heart. I dismounted, fastened the reins, and lay down on the grass by the lake, closing my eyes and enjoying the unique tranquility, as if I were being held in my mother's arms again. "Is something bothering you again?" A lively, girlish voice came from beside me. "Elena, Elena... Elena..." I silently murmured the girl's name in my heart. "Why are you always so carefree?" "Why do you always have such a sad face?" the girl replied. "Has no one told you that it's very impolite to answer one question with another?" "Has no one told you that you shouldn't lose your temper with a girl, especially a pretty one?" "Did I lose my temper?" "You didn't lose your temper? That's strange, then why are you making such a face? Is it for me to see? Smile and let me see." The girl's fragrance was carried by the lakeside breeze, and I greedily inhaled it. Accompanied by the girl's silvery voice, the surrounding air seemed to become excited. I opened my eyes, "Wow," even the sunlight seemed to become brighter, and the depression in my heart evaporated like the mist under the sunlight. Elena gently lifted her skirt and sat down next to me, and I naturally rested my head on her lap, enjoying the unique elasticity of a young girl. "What are you doing here?" I asked, running my fingers through her waist-length black hair. "If you can come, why can't I? Besides, my home is right next to that maple forest." Elena traced my cheek with her slender fingers, and I closed my eyes, letting her soft hand caress my face. "I heard you skipped class again today." "Who told you?" I asked, opening my eyes. "My brother." "Oh. How did he know? Who told him? What else did he tell you?" Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my ear. "Why didn't you call me when you went out to play?" Could a lady really yell like that? I thought to myself. I remembered a great philosopher once saying, "Women are meant to be loved, not understood." That was so true. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear, but in the blink of an eye, it was overcast; a storm seemed inevitable. "Let go, it hurts. Besides, does skipping class mean I went out to play?" I retorted, staring into Elena's eyes. Elena released her grip on my ear. "You didn't go out. Ron, then tell me, did you go on a date with some other noblewoman?" "What do you think?" I already had enough of that fat pig, Bishop Band, and now with Elena on top of that, I didn't have the energy to argue with her. "What do you say? It must be! Ron, you womanizer, that damn pretty boy…you, you don't want me anymore! I'm going to tell my brother you played with my feelings!" Raindrops finally fell, accompanied by a strong sour smell. Almighty Father, why did you give women such rich imaginations? Even I, who don't believe in God, would question the heavens? All of this was caused by this girl in front of me—no, this beautiful girl. "I swear on the honor of the Clausewitz family, I did not go on a date with any girl today."
The rain stopped in an instant, further proving the philosopher's correctness. "You're not lying to me?" "I swear on the honor of the Clausewitz family, I mean it." "Then I'll believe you this once." After the shower, a rainbow-like smile appeared on the girl's face. Elena's tears seemed worth less than the cheapest watered-down ale in the tavern, but compared to Elena's tears, the honor of the Clausewitz family seemed even cheaper. If my father knew I was using the family's honor to coax a girl… I dared not think any further. "Then tell me why you skipped class today." Elena's persistence was truly exasperating. Heavenly Father, after endowing women with such rich imaginations, why did you also bestow upon them infinite persistence? Don't you know that rich imagination plus infinite persistence equals a headache-inducing nagging? "Bishop Band came to my house today. I was worried, so I went back." "Oh, really?" "I swear on the honor of the Clausewitz family." "I believe you." The girl's smile widened. "What was that fat guy doing at your house? Did you go and steal the offerings from the church again?" "Stealing the offerings from the church..." The girl's words stirred up memories of the past. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Brother, I want to eat an apple." Elena mumbled groggily from her hospital bed. "An apple? Let me look in my family's freezer." In Fran City, only nobles like my family could afford apples in March, because scarcity makes things valuable, and at certain times, some things can't be bought with money. "No, no, she's been spoiled by you and Uncle Marcus. Consider this punishment for her disobedience." Xiu stopped me as I was about to turn away, but I saw a hint of helplessness in his eyes as he looked at Elena. Although Xiu wasn't a nobleman, he possessed the pride of a lion, preferring to go hungry rather than touch a rotting corpse by the roadside. The reason he said that was probably because he didn't want to accept my charity... Yesterday afternoon, Elena, for some reason, insisted that I accompany her to Mount Marcia north of Fran City to watch the sunset, despite everyone's objections. Still immersed in the excitement of having just obtained the title of Apprentice Knight (1), how could I possibly refuse the request of a beautiful girl? So, amidst the objections of Uncle Marcus and Xiu, Elena and I set off on the path leading to Mount Marcia. Women are incomprehensible creatures. Sunsets can be seen anywhere, so why go all the way to Mount Marcia to see them? Not only did I get covered in sweat from climbing the mountain, but it even started raining heavily on the way home. Why did I have to act so chivalrously? I could have just refused her directly. I often hear adults say how romantic walking in the rain is, but I can't understand the kind of romance they describe. The near-exhaustion from climbing the mountain, plus the cool, wet feeling of the rain hitting my body, is by no means romantic. But when I saw the genuine happiness on Elena's pale, delicate face, leaning on my shoulder, I was bewildered. Perhaps only girls could understand that kind of romance… That night, Elena developed a high fever. “I know a place where we can get apples, fresh ones, don't worry, we're not going to my family's freezer. What are you waiting for? Come with me!” I started thinking about the offerings at the church… “Someone’s coming! Ron, run!” Xiu, who was keeping watch for me, shouted. “Ron Clausewitz, you dare steal God’s offerings! You will pay for this blasphemy!” Bishop Band roared behind me. “It’s just a few apples… Strange, why is that fatso still awake so late…”
"Stealing food, you stole it from me, but you ate it, and in the end, I'm the one who got beaten up. And you still have the nerve to say that!" I said, glaring at her. Because of that incident, I became the laughingstock of the other noble children. What does being unreasonable and shameless equal? Heavenly Father, why did you create such a strange creature? "Don't look at me like that, it'll make me shy." "Fine, I won't look." I closed my eyes again. "I have good news for you." "What good news could you possibly have?" I opened my eyes and looked up at her delicate face. "Just now, my brother and Uncle Marcus went out. They went to a nearby town on business and probably won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, so tonight..." Elena's voice trailed off, and a faint blush appeared on the girl's porcelain-smooth, delicate cheeks. "So tonight...?" I asked teasingly. “Ron, you clueless idiot!” Elena said, pushing my head off her lap and running away, blushing. Watching her retreating figure, inhaling the faint scent she left behind, I thought, “Elena…you’re always so enigmatic. Is there some kind of inherent flaw in women’s psychology? So clueless…but Elena’s blushing face is so adorable…” I smiled and murmured to myself. (IV) I led my horse to the wooden cabin where Elena and Xiu lived. The open door seemed like a silent invitation. When I entered Elena’s clean and tidy room, she was sitting on her bed with her back to me, wearing a white silk dress. “What are you doing here?” “Doing what I want to do, of course.” I emphasized the word “do.” “You’re such a jerk.” The girl’s body trembled slightly, then she turned to face me. At that moment, I stood in the doorway, admiring the girl before me with the eyes of an artist. Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the girl before me in a soft golden glow. The joyful, vibrant colors danced and leaped on Elena's body like a group of mischievous children. On her near-perfect face, the girl's unique innocence and carefree spirit, combined with a touch of mature womanly charm, created an indescribable allure. And the slightly upturned corners of her mouth seemed to be silently teasing me. I felt a little dizzy. Surely even the legendary Cupid couldn't compare. The naive, inexperienced girl from six months ago had become increasingly womanly under my care. Thinking this, a strange sense of accomplishment welled up within me. "What are you grinning about for?" The girl's eyes seemed to hold a hint of displeasure. "You're so beautiful." "Do you even need to say that?" Every girl loves to hear compliments on her beauty, especially pretty girls. I walked up to the girl, embraced her tightly, and caressed her soft body, savoring the unique softness and elasticity of her skin. “I love you…” I gently licked the girl’s earlobe. “Ron…no…in broad daylight…wait until night…” The girl in my arms murmured dreamily. Elena’s reserve seemed to further fuel the burning desire within me. Without a word, I pressed my lips to the girl’s cherry lips, and Elena obediently opened her fragrant lips, letting my tongue roam freely under my passionate kisses and the teasing of my hands. The girl’s last trace of reserve vanished into thin air, like dew under the sun. I peeled off the girl’s long skirt, exposing her two white and full, soft breasts and the two pink nipples on their peaks to the air. A blush rose on the girl’s snow-white body, and her bright eyes were already moist and hazy. Suddenly, Elena pushed me down onto her bed and tore off my clothes like a female beast in heat. When did Elena become so passionate? It’s probably because it’s just the two of us at home now. Never mind, now is the time to enjoy. Unlike her usual shyness during secret trysts, Elena was unusually proactive today. "I can't take it anymore," I said, releasing my erection. "How could you..." My throbbing member, like a beast unleashed from its cage, bounced right off Elena's delicate hand as she unbuckled my belt. The trembling beast seemed to be venting its dissatisfaction, as if asking why I hadn't released it sooner. Looking at the monstrous beast between my legs, I silently sighed. Although I hated my father, I had to thank him for giving me such a magnificent weapon. "So impatient," Elena rolled her eyes at me, then placed her hands on my genitals, gently stroking them. Watching Elena use her smooth, jade-like hands to caress my penis like an antique, I felt for the first time that I had never needed someone so much. This longing, combined with my bodily instincts and my childhood yearning for maternal love, completely overwhelmed me, plunging me into a sea of lust… “Go draw the curtains, okay?” the girl said after kissing me. “Draw the curtains?” I asked, puzzled. “Hurry up. Do you want others to see us?” A hint of girlish shyness flickered in her hazy eyes. “Who would be here at this hour?” “I don’t care.” Looking at the pleading gaze in Elena’s watery black eyes, though unwilling, I did as she said. “That’s a good girl.” The girl’s sweet voice came from behind me. Just as I walked naked towards the window, Elena hugged me from behind for some reason. I felt the girl’s alluring and seductive delicate hands stroking the whip mark my father had left on my back when I was a child. I could even hear Elena's sensitive and compassionate heart pounding... The maternal instinct buried deep within every girl's soul erupted... "Does it still hurt?" The girl's hands were so gentle, as if afraid of hurting me, lightly stroking my back. Faced with the same question, I still didn't know how to answer, and I gently shook my head... Back on the bed, I put my hands behind my head, looked up at the ceiling, and something unknown seemed to have appeared in the lust in my heart. "Can you close your eyes?" Elena opened her mouth and gently licked my earlobe. "Close my eyes, godmother?" "Just close them, why ask so many questions?" There seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in the girl's tone. "Just close them." "Mmm," suddenly my penis felt hot and tight, as if something was holding it in my mouth. I quietly opened my eyes, and it turned out that Elena had taken my penis into her mouth while I had my eyes closed. Compared to a few months ago, her oral skills had become more refined. Her hot tongue gently swept over the large glans, her skillful licking and circling my penis. "Mmm..." The ecstasy slowly overwhelmed my reason. "Why are you so disobedient?" Elena glared at me reproachfully, her eyes filled with allure, making my body go weak. The burning flame in my lower abdomen intensified... "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to surrender if you keep sucking." I forced back my urge to ejaculate and pulled my penis out of the girl's cherry lips. My penis, covered in her saliva, glistened in the dim light. "Is it okay now?" I asked, looking at the girl trembling slightly in my arms. Elena didn't answer my question, but her tightly closed eyes were undoubtedly a tacit approval and encouragement. The pink body beneath me was not only so soft, but also exuded that unique fragrance of a young girl. I gently parted the girl's long, slender legs, revealing a budding flower valley veiled by sparse pubic hair, its surface flowing with a trickle of clear fluid. I guided my penis, slowly inserting it into the girl's deep, secluded vulva, savoring the sensation of the tender flesh squeezing my shaft. "Mmm, so tight," I exclaimed sincerely. "Be gentle," I said, a pang of tenderness rising in my eyes as I gazed at Elena's slightly furrowed brows. I kissed her cheeks while kneading her full breasts. A sixteen-year-old girl already possessed such full and alluring breasts; it was hard to imagine what she would look like at eighteen in two years. With each thrust, Elena's vulva grew hotter, and I could feel my beast, immersed in that fiery, thick fluid, roaring with pleasure. The girl's two smooth, snow-white legs lifted, tightly hooking around my waist. Thick, sticky fluid seeped from our joined bodies, soaking the sheets. A unique, fishy smell, characteristic of mating creatures, filled the room, stimulating us as we approached climax. "Ah! Ahhh. Mmm, mmm, Ron, hold me tight!" Elena's cries grew louder, her consciousness fading. With increasingly intense slapping sounds, the girl clung to me like an octopus, her sharp fingernails digging deep into the muscles of my back. The burning flames intensified under the stimulation of pain, and suddenly the vaginal walls enveloping my penis began to spasm. "Ah..." Accompanied by the girl's high-pitched scream, an unprecedented feeling of pleasure overwhelmed my soul. I closed my eyes, concentrating all the remaining energy in my body to feel the pleasure of soaring through the air, as if I were the legendary six-winged angel flying among the clouds, carrying the most beautiful goddess in heaven to the eternity of time... After the hot, moist flame in my lower abdomen burned away all desire, I lazily nestled against the girl...Nestled in the woman's arms, I inhaled the sweet, musky scent of the young girl's breath, gently caressing her slightly reddened, delicate hands. Is this what paradise feels like…? "Ron, do you know why I dragged you to see the sunset that year?" Elena whispered in my ear, seemingly still recovering from her recent climax. "Why?" I asked, kissing Elena's fingers. "Marcia is the name of the moon goddess in the Moon Worship Cult. Mount Marcia was once a sacred site for the cult. If two people truly in love can stand atop Mount Marcia and, at the moment the moon rises after sunset, make a wish to the moon goddess, they will receive her blessing…and live happily ever after…never to be separated, no matter what happens…" "Really? Where did you hear that?" "My mother told me a long time ago…" The girl's clear eyes seemed to dim slightly. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…" I had unintentionally stirred up memories of her unhappy childhood. "It's nothing. Hold me tight, okay?" "Will you love me forever?" So this is the side of my Elena I never knew existed. I didn't expect her to answer, I just tightened my grip, pressing her body even closer to mine. This must be happiness. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ After a long while, Elena reluctantly climbed out of my arms. "By the way, Ron, are you hungry? I'll go make you something to eat." "No need for that." I said, watching Elena get dressed. "Come to my house for dinner later, my mother has prepared roast goose." "Roast goose? Really?" The girl seemed a little skeptical. "The Clausewitz family's doors will always be open to the most beautiful rose in Fran."
"You're so good at sweet-talking, huh? I'll go take a shower first." Elena hummed a song and left her room with light steps. I listened to the rushing water from the bathroom. I lay on Elena's bed, savoring the last vestiges of my climax, recalling the first time I met the brother and sister. Time flies so fast; how could I, at seventeen, be making such a sentiment? (V)
"You good-for-nothing, always causing trouble for me outside. Can't you learn from your brother?" My father's roar still seemed to echo in my ears. "That wretched old man, why does he always have a problem with me? I didn't mean to spill the holy water in the church. It was clearly that fat bastard who deliberately messed with me." I rubbed my still-aching buttocks, muttering indignantly. The midday sun peeked through the dense foliage, sparingly casting a few rays of sunlight. I rode my horse, wandering aimlessly through the quiet, dimly lit woods on the outskirts. After taking a deep breath of the air thick with the smells of moss and decaying wood, the unease in my heart seemed to begin to fade. The war between father and son has been going on for three years now, since I was old enough to understand. I just don't understand why that unromantic man always forces me to do things I hate. From entering church school to joining the choir, at the end of last year he even dragged me off to receive some kind of orthodox knightly training, claiming it was for my own good. Strange! Does every man in the Clausewitz family have to become a revered knight? It's not like I haven't told him I have absolutely no interest in becoming a rigid man like him… As for that supposedly promising older brother that my father talks about, he's utterly repulsive. "Supreme honor bestows upon me confidence and courage, endless courage brings me boundless strength…" Whenever I see that annoying guy plant his longsword in the ground, his hands on the hilt, seemingly solemnly reciting the knight's oath, I feel like vomiting. Courage? "Strange, where did your boundless courage go every time I got beaten up…?" "Eek," the black horse beneath me trembled uneasily, a faint scent of blood seeming to permeate the quiet woods. "Are people hunting at this hour?" "Chase them!" "Don't let those two heretical bastards get away!" "Ah!… those little bastards dared to stab me with a knife… Don't let them escape, mount up, chase them…"
Heretics? It's unlikely that such open hunting of heretics would happen on Clausewitz's territory. Unlike the ruthless extermination of heretics in other parts of the Holy League, my incredibly rigid father showed unusual leniency in dealing with them. As long as they didn't openly proselytize and paid taxes on time, their lives and property were guaranteed. Furthermore, if they didn't reveal their heretical identities, they could enjoy all the rights of normal citizens in the territory, even including participation in the harvest festival. Driven by curiosity, I dismounted and walked towards the direction of the sound. On the rugged path beside the main road, a boy was pulling a girl about my age along, galloping towards where I was standing. "Get out of the way!" the boy shouted, drawing his scimitar. The sound of hooves grew closer. "You're not locals, are you?" I asked calmly, staring at the gleaming scimitar in the boy's hand. "Get out of the way, I'll say it again." The boy was enraged by my indifference; his bloodshot eyes gleamed with a chilling murderous intent. "What good will getting out of the way do? You can't escape anyway. Two-legged people can never outrun a four-legged horse. Unless you can abandon her..." At this point, I couldn't help but curiously examine the girl behind the boy. A homespun dress, torn by tree branches, clung to her trembling, thin body. Her disheveled black hair clung to her slightly frightened face, but none of this could conceal the girl's innate tranquility and loveliness. Especially when her slightly tired eyes timidly gazed at me, a strange feeling slowly welled up inside me… as if time itself had stopped… Staring at her so intently on our first meeting seemed unbecoming of a noblewoman, but it wasn't entirely my fault—she was just so adorable! Bright eyes, a small pink mouth, and that oval face typical of Taber women… I wanted to kiss her…
"I won't abandon Elena," the boy's words brought me back to reality. I could even see a hint of despair on his aloof face, but even more so, an unwavering determination. "Brother, I'm scared…" the girl clutched tightly at the boy's clothes. The sound of hooves grew closer… "Hide behind that tree," I said, pointing to a large tree by the roadside. "Hmph!" The boy glanced at me disdainfully, then slowly raised the scimitar in his hand. "Brother," the girl gently tugged at the boy's hand. "Hey," with a soft sigh, the boy pulled his sister slowly toward the big tree. "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up..." It's like the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is dying of impatience. A group of cavalry galloped from the end of the road and soon arrived in front of us. The cavalry's inappropriate attire revealed their identity. In early summer, only the "Holy" (1) Knights of Osmond, famous for slaughtering heretics, would still be wearing those thick white sheepskin robes with the emblem of the Papacy. Probably seeing the Clausewitz family emblem on my clothes, the leading knight paused slightly and then immediately gave me a standard knightly salute: "Excuse me, is Count Clausewitz your father?"
"Father," I replied coldly. "I am the captain of the guard under Baron Albert, ordered by the Baron to apprehend two important fugitives. May I ask who you are…?" "I don't see him. Besides, this doesn't seem to be Baron Albert's territory, does it?" I interrupted the knight with an air of aristocratic elegance. "We are acting on…" "On the orders of Baron Albert? It seems he hasn't become a true paladin yet." I emphasized the word "paladin." "Your Excellency…" The knight seemed to want to offer a final explanation, but his tone was somewhat weak. "Then may I ask if you obtained my father's permission before entering my family's territory?" I invoked the old man's name. "We…" "May God's blessing be with you." I utterly shattered the knight's last glimmer of hope…
Watching the departing cavalry, I revealed a barely perceptible cold smile. "Are you a nobleman?" The boy looked at me with disdain, but there seemed to be a lack of contempt in that disdain. Perhaps it was because I had just saved them, or perhaps it was because we both had the same black hair. Fate can be quite ironic; somehow, black hair has become one of the symbols of heretics. If I hadn't been born into the Clausewitz family, would my fate have been the same as this boy's...?
********** ... "I told you not to listen. Get out. I need to change." Elena dragged me off the bed without a word. "It's not like I haven't seen it before." I grumbled as I reluctantly walked towards the door after putting on my clothes. Women are truly incomprehensible creatures. Was the understanding little lamb on the bed just now the same tigress in the room now? "Are you done yet?" I asked impatiently from outside the door. "No." "What a hassle. It's just changing clothes." I muttered under my breath. "Women dress up for you stinky men, you ungrateful bastards." Elena's roar came from inside... After what seemed like an eternity, the bedroom door finally opened. Elena before me was like a blooming rose. Her snow-white dress clung to her slender, youthful figure, the intricately layered fabric fluttering like petals. Two sheer ribbons draped around her right shoulder and left waist, adding a touch of ethereal movement. The slit that extended from the hem to her thigh was particularly alluring. But this dress looked so familiar… “Is it pretty?” Could it be the dress I found in my mother’s wardrobe at the last ball…? “Isn’t it pretty?” I think my mother asked me later if I’d seen it… “What are you daydreaming about?” “Ah!” I let out another bloodcurdling scream as Elena stomped on me with her high-heeled foot. “Pretty, pretty, more beautiful than anything.” So much time had passed; I hoped my mother…
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ On the way home, I held the reins in one hand and embraced the girl’s incredibly slender waist with the other. As the horse galloped, the girl's hindquarters rubbed against my erection, a truly wonderful sensation. It seemed that persuading Elena to ride with me was the right decision. The only slight imperfection, however, was that the girl's firm, pert buttocks seemed to lack a certain fullness—perhaps I hadn't been properly "watering" her... The dessert after dinner was certainly something to look forward to. Thinking this, a wicked smile crept across my face. The sky was ablaze with the crimson glow of the setting sun, the rosy clouds dancing like ribbons meticulously cut by a skilled hand, spreading across the horizon like satin brocade. The city of Fran was draped in a red veil by the sunset, like a graceful sculpture of a beautiful woman, appearing exceptionally alluring. Everything seemed so peaceful and serene, full of poetic charm. "It's good to be alive!" Gazing at the beautiful scenery before me, I couldn't help but utter the kind of sentiment only an old person would have. However, the whispers of passersby added a discordant note to this beautiful scene. "Isn't that Clausewitz's youngest son?" "Who's that girl with him? She's really pretty." Of course, do you need to tell me that?
"But why is her hair..." It seems people's attitude towards heretics hasn't changed much because of my father's tolerance. But what's it to you? "These young people nowadays... the world is going to the dogs!" Old man, didn't you ever have a youth?
"Luckily, Lord Clausewitz has another son." Don't mention that in front of me...
"Yeah, if only he were half as good as his older brother. I heard he's still just a novice knight." "Really... a man in the Clausewitz family hasn't become a full knight by seventeen... and his hair is still..." "What a bunch of annoying guys." I muttered under my breath as I rode my horse. Since I was old enough to understand, the thing I have hated most is the way people point and whisper behind my back whenever they see my black hair. Strange, my body and hair are given to me by my parents, it's not my fault that I didn't inherit the Clausewitz family's signature blond hair. Besides, what business is it of yours whether I become a formal knight or not? There are noble children who don't become formal knights, I'm not the only one, is it necessary to make such a fuss? "Are you alright?"
Seemingly sensing my abnormality, Elena gently leaned her body into my arms. "..." ********** ... Holy Knights of Osmond: Because of someone, the slaughter of heretics is also seen as a form of holy war... so this kind of fake Holy Knights appeared
(6) "Ron, what's wrong? You've been looking preoccupied since you came back. You didn't touch the roast goose I specially prepared for you..." My mother's caring voice came from beside me. "I'm thinking about some things." I slowly took a sip of the red wine in my glass and answered perfunctorily. The worries I had before entering the door seemed unnecessary. My mother didn't seem to recognize the long dress Elena was wearing. The roast goose in the center of the table was as tempting as ever, but I had no mood to enjoy the food in front of me. Since my father left, those disgusting guys in the church have become more and more greedy and arrogant. Especially that fat pig, does he think everyone has a hen that lays golden eggs at home? I heard that a while ago, a tax-resistance riot broke out in Aaron County to the north. Although it was eventually quelled by the Papal Legion, the fate of those nobles who couldn't escape before the riot was said to be truly tragic… Although I'm not a particularly compassionate person, I don't want to become a victim of some people's tyranny. "Ron, you look a little pale. Are you sick?" "No, I'm fine." With that, I downed the glass of red wine in one gulp. The bright red wine flowed down my throat into my stomach, first a cool sensation, then a fiery one. I closed my eyes, slowly savoring the aroma and astringency of the wine. Some things really aren't suitable to be thought about at the dinner table… "Aunt Catherine, Ron has been spacing out all afternoon. He won't answer any questions…"
"Elena, it's impolite to talk to others while eating." I didn't want my mother to know what had happened this afternoon. "They're just concerned about you, you ungrateful wretch." Elena's tone seemed to reveal a hint of dissatisfaction. "Oh, is that so? But you might bite your tongue if you talk while eating!" I teased, looking into the girl's eyes. "Mind your own business. Humph, I'm ignoring you. You idiot..." Elena muttered under her breath as she chewed on the goose meat in her mouth. If only someone's eating manners were half as good as her looks. Although her eating style was relatively elegant, it was hard to imagine that such a slender girl could "devour" two goose legs in ten minutes without changing her expression if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. But if her firm, perky buttocks could become a little more voluptuous as a result... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Ron, what are you laughing at?" My mother had sat down next to me at some point. "Uh, well... because... so that's how it is." I whispered in my mother's ear. Good things should be shared. As the sage said, "It is better to share joy with others than to enjoy it alone."
"You brat." My mother clearly didn't appreciate this low-brow humor, but I sensed no reproach in her gentle, serene eyes. "Auntie, what is Ron talking to you about?" Elena asked curiously from the other side of the table. "They're discussing some things about the wedding," I answered before my mother could. Although I trusted my mother completely, sometimes I couldn't guarantee she wouldn't "betray" me. "Really?" A thin layer of rouge flushed the girl's fair face. "Of course it's true. My brother's wedding is in a few months." "Oh, I see!" Elena's eyes were filled with disappointment. "What, you want to marry me after the harvest festival too? Of course, I don't care!" I said, toying with my wine glass. "Who wants to marry you, you delusional idiot?" The girl's resentful tone seemed tinged with sadness. Her usually delicate and clear brows were tightly furrowed, making her appear somewhat blurred. "..." I finally realized my foolishness. A cool breeze blew in through the open skylight, filling the air with the chill of the night. I suddenly felt a desolation and loss typical of late autumn. It seems some things are better left unsaid. Sometimes I really envy the carefree life that ordinary people have. Tonight's dessert is probably ruined! An unsettling silence filled the dining room, as if everyone was lost in thought...
************ "Ron, Ron..." My mother's call broke the silence. "..." "Ron, you'll be doing the after-dinner prayer tonight." "Prayer? Does that mean the Heavenly Father is helping out in the kitchen today?" I vented my disappointment and dissatisfaction in my own unique tone. Since my father and brother went on their expedition to the demon realm, not only has there been no after-dinner prayer at home, but even weekend Mass has become optional. I really don't understand why my mother would ask me to do the after-dinner prayer at this time. The thought of those two annoying kids in my family using such morbidly pious words during their after-dinner prayers made me want to vomit. Strange, the bread on the table wasn't baked by God the Father, was it really necessary to thank him with such cheesy words? "Haha... God the Father is here... to help in the kitchen..." The girl's silvery laughter dispelled the somber atmosphere. "You, even at your age, are still like this." But from my mother's tone, I couldn't detect a trace of reproach. "There are no outsiders here, is it really necessary to... ugh..." Before I could finish, my mother gracefully stood up, then gently pulled me into her arms, and then our lips met, that familiar, soft touch. Then... her tongue, deftly slipping into my mouth. It teasingly touched the tip of my tongue, a light touch before moving elsewhere. Then, my mother gently bit me with her pearly white teeth... In that instant, I couldn't tell whether her lips were on mine, or my lips were on hers. There seemed to be no particular feeling, yet my mind was filled entirely with thoughts of her. A delicate, orchid-like breath escaped from my mother's slightly parted lips. Her dark red hair gently brushed against my nose. In our almost eye-to-eye gaze, her gentle, lake-like eyes reflected my silhouette. My hands darted haphazardly across her waist, while her arms encircled my neck… I was somewhat bewildered. This was the kiss I understood, a kiss that had always been reserved only for my mother and me, one she had never shared with anyone else… ＊ ... I don't believe those shallow, good-for-nothing nobles can grasp the true meaning of elegance... "You know, if the people from the Temple come, all entertainment in Fran will be banned." A hint of girlish coyness appeared in my mother's clear, lake-like eyes. "This...this..." "Do you think I'm too old?" My mother seemed a little displeased. "No, how could that be? Your beauty is eternal, independent of time..." It seems my ability to coax girls is inseparable from my mother's upbringing. "So you agree?" A mysterious smile appeared on my mother's face. "Can I think about it some more?" I pleaded. "Elena, come along too!" "Is that appropriate?" Elena asked hesitantly, seemingly still recovering from the scene just now. "You look so beautiful...by the way, where did you buy this white dress?" No way, so much time has passed. “That long dress? It’s the one Ron wore to the ball last time…” “Oh, I see. I think I have a similar one too…” My mother murmured to herself, standing beside me. “I’ll go prepare the carriage right away.” This was blatant extortion! I remember a great philosopher once said, “Wisdom should not reside in women.” But this peculiar quality of a shrewd merchant doesn’t seem to be the same as what people usually call wisdom. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊“Countess Clausewitz, this is your box. Is there anything else you need?”
"..." "No. Okay... I won't bother you any longer..." The theater owner's personal service isn't something everyone gets to experience, but that bloated, balding middle-aged man was a bit too eager. But then again, my mother was exceptionally alluring tonight! A deep purple evening gown draped her mature, tall figure, her flawless face and captivating eyes creating a breathtaking beauty. The naturally cheerful expression she exuded added a touch of alluring charm to her already stunning appearance. No wonder the men in the lobby and corridor looked at me with a mixture of envy and jealousy. Being able to share a small space with two beautiful women should be a kind of enjoyment, but things aren't always as wonderful as people imagine. "What are you looking at?" Elena's tone seemed unfriendly, and without even turning around, I could feel her murderous gaze. "She's my mother, what are you thinking?" From this angle, my mother's breasts are indeed exceptionally magnificent, but my answer seems to be making things worse. "Then I misunderstood you." The girl's voice was chilling. "Uh... the Baroque dome here really conforms to acoustic principles, and the murals on the dome are probably by a famous artist, the details and the whole are organically combined..." I muttered to myself, gazing up at the theater's huge arched ceiling. For some people who are good at arguing, appropriately diverting their attention is the only way to avoid quarrels. "Baroque? What exactly are you trying to say? Ah, your hand, take it away. Aunt Catherine is right next to us." Elena's voice seemed to contain a hint of panic. "Shh! Don't shout so loudly, do you remember, the first place we did it... was in the confessional in the Vatican..." Saying this, I gently lifted the girl's skirt to her thigh, then closed my eyes, feeling the familiar softness and elasticity in my palm. The person who designed the VIP box was truly ingenious, especially the railing carved from sandalwood. It effectively blocked the view of other "unauthorized personnel" without obstructing the audience's enjoyment of the performance. "That time it was because...there was no one here...so many people...no, Aunt Catherine is right next to me...ah...they'll see..." The noisy atmosphere in the theater made the girl's pleas sound like intermittent gasps. In the dim light, I could see Elena's body trembling slightly with her rapid breathing. "That's why it's more exciting!" I said shamelessly, pulling the girl's silk panties down to her ankles. Although Elena continued to express her dissatisfaction with low moans, I showed no sign of stopping. Instead, I spread her legs even wider, making her sit on my lap. It seems today's dessert is truly extraordinary! The performance was finally about to begin. As the orchestral overture began, the entire theater fell silent. Accompanied by a hymn-like melody, the heroine, dressed in a magnificent gown, gracefully ascended the stage, and the first act of the opera began. My mother, while watching the performance intently, was also incessantly lecturing me on operatic basics. However, I wasn't particularly interested in terms like arias, choruses, and interludes. I really didn't understand why my mother would bring me to see such an old-fashioned love story between a knight and a princess. The heroine, while not bad-looking, was nothing compared to my mother or Elena; she was just an ordinary woman. I'd better continue doing what I love… “Don't you think this is more exciting?” I said, licking Elena's earlobe, then, ignoring the girl's pleading eyes, I inserted my fingers into her already soaking wet valley. “Mmm…” The nectar in her vagina seemed thicker and hotter than usual. Making love under the constant threat of being discovered creates a forbidden pleasure. For me now, the shimmering flesh peeking through her clothes was an irresistible temptation, and I saw no trace of restraint or shyness in the girl's increasingly hazy eyes. "No, Ron, please. Wait until after the opera, okay?" Perhaps due to excessive excitement, the girl's facial muscles contorted in a strange way. "At this point, you still say no? You're such a hypocrite!" I said softly in a teasing tone, defiantly releasing my erection. "I'm going in." I gently kissed Elena's cherry lips before slowly inserting my penis into her thighs. At the same instant, Elena's delicate, boneless body trembled slightly before resignedly ceasing her futile struggles. "Ah!!" The moment my penis fully entered her vagina, I almost cried out in pleasure. The intense heat and tightness in her vaginal walls, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, overwhelmed me with desire. I cupped her taut, upturned buttocks with one hand and tightly embraced her slender waist with the other, then began thrusting wildly. "Gently...ah...hold me tight...it'll hurt..." The last vestige of reason in the girl's heart was gradually replaced by lust. To avoid crying out, she bit my shoulder tightly. Accompanied by opera music, my penis thrust in and out of Elena's body, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The love juice flowing from her vulva down my penis slowly soaked the velvet chair I was sitting on. The pleasure slowly built up with each thrust, and finally, without realizing it, I erupted, my hot semen filling Elena's valley. "Ah..." Just as I erupted, Elena reached her limit. In the extreme climax of ejaculation, the girl's long, snow-white legs twitched unnaturally, and her seemingly slender arms tightly hooked around my neck, almost causing me to faint from suffocation. "Next time at Mass, we'll go to the church..." Elena, already in a semi-conscious state, whispered in my ear. "Okay, then let's go when the Holy Son arrives. By the way, I don't think I've done it to your backdoor yet, have I?" As I said this, I revealed a wicked smile. "..." Seriously, she actually fell asleep at this moment. Looking at the sleeping girl in my arms, I could only smile. It was just too exciting. The only regret was that in the dim light, I couldn't see the girl's expression during her climax. But this position is really tiring. There's still a long time before the opera ends... I'll take a nap first... With the afterglow of pleasure, I slowly closed my eyelids. ********** ...
(VII) "We're not open yet... Ah... Good morning, young master Clausewitz." Uncle Enoch greeted me while wiping his glass. "Good morning..." I replied politely and sat down on the bar stool near the window. Perhaps as punishment for my "absurd" behavior at the theater yesterday, my mother dragged me out of bed before dawn this morning without saying a word. Although I could completely understand my mother's feelings when she saw Elena half-naked nestled in my arms, the strange screams in the opera were nothing short of mental torture, not to mention the physical exhaustion. My mother was too inconsiderate of me... "Coming here so early today... By the way, why didn't Elena come to help me last night?" The uncle always had a kind smile on his face, but there seemed to be some ambiguity in that gentle smile that only men could understand. "Uh... this... this... she didn't come yesterday?" Even I, usually so eloquent, was speechless. Perhaps it was because I'd woken up so early; my brain was in a state of complete mental fog. "Would you like something to drink?" Sensing my embarrassment, the uncle didn't press further. "Heh... give me something to perk me up." I stretched and said. "Something to perk me up?" The uncle's face showed disbelief. But that was understandable; I usually came here to drown my sorrows. For someone like me, with nothing to do all day, emptiness is a terrible nightmare, and alcohol is the only cure. I'd never considered what was left after the nightmare. For me, the biggest trouble in life is obsession. If I could forget everything, every day would be a new beginning. How wonderful that would be...? "Try this." The uncle handed me a cup of thick, steaming, dark green liquid. "What is this?" I asked, frowning. "It's purple juniper leaf juice for sobering up." "I'm not drunk." "You've never been drunk before, but didn't you want something to perk you up?" "It doesn't look very appealing... I'll try it first..." "..." I tilted my head back and drank the contents of the cup in one gulp, as if it were medicine. It wasn't as bad as I had imagined, and the refreshing bitterness was quite pleasant. After drinking it, I felt refreshed and comfortable all over. However, using such a good thing to sober up seemed a bit wasteful. "Would you like another cup?" "Thank you, no thanks." The morning sun made this city, which resembled a crab crawling among the mountains, full of life. Looking up, I saw that the wide avenues around the tavern were gradually becoming more crowded with pedestrians and carriages. "What a beautiful day!" The uncle slowly walked to the window, gazing intently at the passersby. Different people would have different reactions to a good day. Thoughts like "Ah, what a perfect day for a stroll!" probably only existed in the minds of wealthy nobles like me. Most people were simply thinking about making the most of this time. Merchants, for example, were busy changing their seasonal goods; silk and wine transported from the south of the continent would allow them to make a good profit during the harvest festival. Farmers, meanwhile, were taking advantage of the good weather to work harder, hoping to get a sufficient harvest in the short few months of planting season and survive the long winter. "By the way, in my memory, you don't seem to have the habit of getting up early, so why today..." The uncle's calm tone seemed to reveal a hint of inexplicable worry. It seemed that Uncle Enoch already vaguely knew something. "My mother asked me to go to Mayor Koel and Viscount Adrian's place to take care of some things. They are both very busy people, and if I don't get up early, I really won't be able to see them." I answered while playing with the cup in my hand. "Is it about the Holy Son? It seems that his visit here this time is not just a routine inspection tour, is it?" The uncle wiped the already gleaming cup.

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