Lucia ss 1 part5-7

DAMIAN(5)

 A chill began to crawl up her spine. Recognizing what this feeling was, Lucia tried to hold back a tearful moan. The worry that someone might knock on the office door at any time brought her even more excitement. Not long after, just as something erupted inside her, he moaned and hot semen flooded into her. Lucia’s mouth was open as her inner walls spasmed carelessly, but she couldn’t even utter a moan. Her head was turned to mush from the incessantly rising pleasure.

“Hn…Hng…”

Lucia clung to him as she sobbed. Her whole body was trembling. Hugo buried his face in her neck and drew in a deep, rough breath. He had never seen a woman as sensitive as her. The moment he entered her, her entire body quivered. Her body was a lewd one that orgasmed over and over again.

She hit her climax in her second or third orgasm faster than in her first. Her entire body quivered, her chest was swollen, her nipples were perked, and her inner walls, especially, which clung tight to his member, was no joke.

Her tender and hot insides had clamped down on his thing and gripped him tight. He was almost unable to resist and cummed inside her in surrender. And then the spasms of her inner walls were almost endless, like a heartbeat.

Even though he was just staying still inside her, he couldn’t help but moan. As time passed, the spasms of her inner walls gradually lessened. Every time it clenched around him very slowly and gripped him tight, small creases formed on his forehead.

He began to plant light kisses along the line of her neck. He moved up her neck, to the bottom of her chin, before reaching the side of her lips. He lightly kissed the top of her lip then he enveloped her lips, put his tongue in her mouth and pressed them into a heated kiss.

He moved his waist backwards, pulling out of her, then he lifted her and placed her down facing the desk. When the cold wood of the desk touched her cheek, Lucia felt embarrassed, but her body shook with excitement.

His thick manhood brushed past the flesh of her thighs and penetrated her deeply. He only came to a stop when his thighs slowly came to touch her butt. Now fully inside her, he let out a rough breath.

Her extremely sensitive insides squeezed his intruding member tight. His view felt giddy causing him to grit his teeth. He couldn’t move. After giving birth to a child, his wife’s body had become so much more mature. He took a few hard breaths then he pulled his waist back and rammed in strongly.

“Ung!”

His movements began to grow a little faster. As flesh smacked against flesh, the sound of liquid splashing could be heard. Lucia pushed against the desk in an effort not to fall, but both her body and the desk were rocking back and forth. Whenever his hard flesh intensely filled her up to the brim, Lucia screamed, moaning with pleasure.

“Ah! Ahh!”

When it hit deep inside, her vision flickered. When her vaginal walls clenched, he groaned. His hands on her hips gripped her a little harder. He thrust in a few more times then he rammed all the way in and sprayed into her womb. As he heaved, fighting for breath, he bit her earlobe and licked it. Her insides went into a fit of spasm and her body shook from the pleasure.

“I won’t…come to your office again.”

Hearing her say that as she panted, Hugo burst into laughter.

The last semester of this year ended, leaving about a month or so until the first day of the new year. And about two months after the vacation marked the start of the first semester of the following year. In the summer, most students returned home within a day or two after the summer vacation begins, so the campus would get very quiet. However, the winter vacation tended to remain crowded even a week into vacation due to graduation.

Today in particular, was the day of graduation and densely packed carriages kept filing into the campus.

The day that Hugo decided to visit Ixium was the graduation day, of all days. Two carriages with the vivid symbol of a black lion, mixed with numerous other carriages and entered Ixium. Unlike the other carriages, it didn’t head to the auditorium where the graduation was in full swing but to the Head Office.

The entrance of the Head Office was relatively quiet. But there were a few people standing outside as if they were waiting for someone. Waldo, the Dean of Ixium, had been nervously rubbing his hands and once he caught sight of the carriage, he promptly flew down the stairs, skipping a few steps on the way. As he watched the two carriages stop and attendants came down from the rear carriage to stand beside the carriage in front, he swallowed nervously.

The door of the carriage opened, and a dark-haired man stepped out. The man stood out, with hair as dark as shadows and a height and frame like that of a fierce knight. The irises under his thick eyebrows were as red as blood and the bridge of his nose was straight on his symmetrical features. In all, he was a man with a rarely seen beauty.

However, the people that saw him were overwhelmed by the atmosphere around him rather than his appearance. They could feel a ferocious energy beneath his cool gaze and ice dripped from his expressionless face. The feeling emanating from him was as though as one would be cut down if they dared to approach him.

Waldo respectfully bowed his waist and seeing Waldo move to escort his guest and entourage inside, the staffs of the Head Office that stood with him, whispered amongst themselves as they didn’t know who the guests were.

“The Dean’s nose almost touched the floor. Who in the world has come?”

The students of the Academy were either royal descendants, aristocrats, or a least the child of someone with enormous capital. As someone who had dealt with all kinds of people in high positions, the Dean of Ixium’s pride was high.

“It must be Xenon’s Duke of Taran.”

“Duke of Taran? You mean that Duke of Taran?”

“Is there any other Duke of Taran in Xenon?”

“To see someone, you’ve only heard of through rumors is quite amazing. I didn’t expect him to be so young. His aura is frightful, indeed.”

Waldo wasn’t nervous just because his guest was the Duke of a nation. He was nervous because the Duke of Taran had great influence over the board of directors, which was capable of replacing the Dean of the Academy, in addition, the Duke was a sponsor that gave a considerable amount of scholarship to the school every year.

As a standard, Ixium received huge tuition fees and enrolled royals or nobles from around the world, but they also paid attention to attracting scholarship students with outstanding academic ability, regardless of status, in order to produce future professors. Having outstanding faculty members has raised the Academy’s quality to a higher level. Therefore, how much scholarships the Dean can attract was also a measure of his ability.

“If I had been notified in advance, I would have taken more care to make sure nothing would inconvenience you. Things are a bit rowdy due to the graduation and the preparations are insufficient. I apologize.”

Waldo was only abruptly informed of an important guest’s visit this morning. Because it was the day of graduation, he was very busy, he had many people to meet and his schedule was packed, but he postponed everything, including his speech at the graduation, and focused on receiving the guests.

Some might say that Waldo was being servile. In actuality, some parts of him was. Waldo had only the reasonable capability for his position, but he had kept his seat as the Dean of the Academy for nearly a decade because he was outstandingly tactful and astute.

Waldo secretly took notice of Hugo frowning minutely after taking a sip of the tea served to him and putting it back. He immediately knew that his secretary had screwed up the tea. He had been tolerant because it was a relative with special consideration, but from today onwards, they were fired.

“Please tell us what you need, Your Excellency and we will promptly sort it out for you.”

“I am here to meet my son who is enrolled here in Ixium.”

Waldo felt his back go cold. He had never heard that. Never. If he had heard it, there was no way he would have forgot. Waldo kept a special record of royals or high-ranking noble students that he needed to pay attention to. The Duke of Taran’s son would have been at the top of that list.

“I was sent this thing.”

Waldo took the envelope the Duke gave to him and when he looked at its contents, his hand trembled. 7 days of suspension? What crazy bastard—!

“I personally looked into it and found that there was a problem with the procedures.”

How dare you give my son 7 days suspension. It looks like you’re tired of playing Dean. That’s how it sounded in Waldo’s ears.

“I will investigate this and fix it right away.”

Waldo’s mind was scattered. He was agitated and wanted to quickly find out how such a huge incident had happened.

“My son is in the boarding course. I would like to take him home, but he hasn’t received permission to go out. Moreover, he’s still in confinement…”

“There is no problem at all. You can take your son with you right away, Your Excellency. Shall I bring him here now?”

Hugo thought about it for a moment then he shook his head. The waiting time was boring.

“I’ll go meet my son and take him from there.”

“If he’s in confinement, then he should be at the dorms. I will take you personally…”

“There’s no need for that.”

As Waldo sent off the Duke of Taran, he emphasized his statement.

“Please do not worry about the matter concerning your child. I will definitely look into it and correct the mistake.”

Waldo’s face was rigid as he watched the departing carriage. This incident was a huge threat to his position as Dean. His schedules for today that he had postponed was none of his business.

He was going to find out how this ‘7 days of suspension’ came about, why he didn’t know that the Duke of Taran’s son was enrolled in Ixium and he planned on dealing with his staff who didn’t do their work properly.

DAMIAN(6)

As Damian flipped the page of his book, he heard an odd sound and looked in that direction. The sound came from Chris, who had been sleeping sprawled out on the sofa but fell to the floor when he tossed in his sleep. The sight of Chris climbing back onto the sofa made Damian chuckle.

Even though vacation had already began, Chris remained at the Academy. And whenever it was time to eat, he would knock on the door of Damian’s room. Once it reached the third day, Damien asked Chris why he wasn’t going home, and Chris scratched his head, looking awkward and replied.

[I feel like things got bigger because I got involved and all the blame was shifted to you. I know you never went against those guys before. Because of me, your fight with them got bigger and you were even punished with suspension.]

[It’s not your fault.]

[I feel terrible, I can’t just go home like this. I’ll stay and be punished with you. Uh…Am I bothering you by any chance? If you tell me not to come, I won’t.]

Even though he said that, it was glaringly obvious that Chris was worried that he was really being a bother, so Damian couldn’t tell him not to come to his face.

[…Do what you want.]

And so from the next morning onwards, Chris came to Damian’s room to kill time and stayed until it was late as if it was his own room. He wasn’t doing anything much. He didn’t disturb Damian’s reading, he played with the fox, then picked up a book and if that was boring too, he took a nap. The interesting part was that Asha, who was usually shy of strangers, quickly became friendly with Chris. For Damian, it was his first time dealing with a guy like Chris who approached him so cheekily. He didn’t know how to handle him but he didn’t hate it.

“Damian.”

“What.”

“Is it time for dinner yet?”

“Lunch wasn’t that long ago.”

“Time is moving really slow today, must be because it’s the last day. Is your name your real one?”

According to the academy’s policy, when a teacher called a student, or when students referred to each other, they must be called by their names, not honorary title, regardless of their status. Many of the students who found it insulting to have anyone call their noble name, registered a pseudonym for use only in the academy.

“Yes, it is.” (Damian)

“Mine is my real name too. Will you keep staying at the academy during the vacation?”

“I have to go home.”

“Ah…you’re going home.”

Chris wanted to invite him to his house, but could only smack his lips with regret. After their brief conversation ended, Chris sprawled himself across the sofa again and when he heard a knock on the door, he abruptly lifted his head. Damian put his book down and fixed his gaze on the door too. When the knock on the door came a second time, Chris sprang to his feet.

“I’ll get it.”

Chris ran to the door and opened it.

Hugo glanced at Chris, who was frozen in place as he held the door open, then he entered inside. Damian jumped to his feet in surprise. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Father.”

Chris had been alternating gazes between the Duke of Taran and the small Duke of Taran with eyes as wide as saucers, and when he heard the word that came out of Damian’s mouth, his jaw went slack.

Hugo cast a glance around the room, taking in its sights for the first time. The small decorations that filled up the room had obviously been used for a long time and the interior design of the room hasn’t been changed after it was put in this dorm. Apart from the width, there was nothing particularly eye-catching. Hugo paid a huge amount of money for Damian’s dorm every year. The enormous tuition fees were going elsewhere because this kind of place was definitely not a VIP suite.

‘I have to give my thanks.’

He was looking for a reason to change Damian’s boarding course to something else and this was perfect. Changing a course involves dealing with the foundational rules, so an amendment was difficult. Hugo could exert a great deal of influence over the board of directors, but he didn’t have the decisive vote to change the foundational rules.

Among the courses at the academy, was a two-year intensive course. As long as you wanted to, during those two years, you could attend any course you wanted to. It was part of the academy’s business insight. In exchange, no certificate for graduation or completion was given. In order to prevent the falsification of academic level due to changing from the intensive course to another course, it was stated as a closed construct rule that one course couldn’t be changed to another.

From the way the dorm looked, it was obvious that not just one or two coins were stolen. If this was audited, there was likely going to be a few board of directors caught. From the looks of it, he was going to be able to secure the decisive vote in the board of directors. Since he had now found a way, his wife’s request was practically solved.

Hugo turned to Damian and looked him over, up and down. He looked bigger than the last time he saw him. Whether it was Damian or Evangeline, once he looked away and turned back, something about them had changed.

“Do you have something left to do?” (Hugo)

Damian had been standing nervously ever since his father’s gaze fell on him, so he quickly replied.

“No, I do not.” (Damian)

“If there’s anything you need to pack, pack it now. We’re going home.” (Hugo)

“But I’m currently under confinement…”

“That’s taken care of.”

“Did something happen at home, by any chance?”

Damian was quickly filled with worry after his surprise over his father’s visit had settled down. The face of his mother and younger sister quickly flashed in his mind.

“‘Something happen’? Well, I can’t say nothing happened.”

As he listened to the pair of father and son talk to each other, Chris stealthily approached and continued to alternate glances between them. When he saw them separately, he thought they looked similar, but seeing them side by side, they didn’t just look similar, they looked exactly alike. Anyone could tell that they were definitely not strangers. Despite that, if you didn’t hear the call of ‘father’,  your first thought would definitely not be that they were as father and son. You would think that they looked more like brothers with a huge age difference.

‘So Damian is really the son of the Duke of Taran? But why doesn’t anyone know?’

He could not understand why people didn’t know that someone as famous as the Duke of Taran had a son as big as Damian.

Hugo frowned slightly, seeing the boy who had stopped a few steps away from him, shoved his head forward, and was blatantly and rudely staring at him.

“Who are you?”

Chris realized his mistake and stiffened to attention. His father’s strict eyes flashed before his eyes. If Chris’ father, who was always talking about prudence in appearance, saw Chris’ action today, it wouldn’t just end with a few smacks.

“That was rude of me. I apologize. I am Chris, an academy classmate of Student Damian. It is an honor to meet you.”

Hugo stroked his chin as he watched Chris bend over till he was practically in half.

“You seem familiar.” (Hugo)

“I’m sorry? Ah…I once gave you my greetings at the New Year party earlier this year.” (Chris)

‘Don’t tell me he remembers something from almost a year ago?’

When his father was introducing him to people, he had greeted the ducal couple only once.

‘Oops. I didn’t introduce my name properly.’

While Chris agonized over whether to introduce himself again after realizing his mistake, Hugo’s memory came back to him. Hugo’s memory was extraordinary, the only problem was that he hadn’t really cared about it.

“The second son of Marquis Philip.” (Hugo)

“Huh? Y-Yes, you’re right.” (Chris)

“Academy classmate, you say? What are you doing here?”

“For that, I…”

Chris was going to confess that he had a huge responsibility in Damian’s suspension. But Damian spoke first.

“He’s my friend.”

Chris has stayed in his room continuously for several days but Damian couldn’t define his relationship with Chris. But after he said it, he realized. Chris was his friend. The first friend he made at the academy. He looked at Chris and found the boy grinning at him and he laughed.

Hugo looked at the two boys with intrigue in his eyes. His wife was very interested in Damian’s friendships.

[Damian never mentions friends in his letters. Could he have no friends?]

[Such things aren’t necessary.]

Hugo had never had a friend in his life, nor had he ever wanted one or thought it was necessary. When he said that, his wife looked at him prudishly.

[Well, for me, I hope Damian doesn’t end up resembling you in that area.]

Hugo felt wronged; he was criticized even though he was innocent. He felt like at this rate, if Damian had no friends, he would hear that Damian really took after him to be like that. He had been considering sticking a few similar henchmen-like friends by his son’s side. But with this, his wife would definitely love to hear that Damian had someone to call a friend.

“You said you were Chris, right? Are you also boarding?” (Hugo)

“No, sir. I will be going home soon.” (Chris)

“That’s good then. Come with me too.” (Hugo)

“…Pardon?”

Hugo urged Damian, not answering Chris’ puzzlement.

“If you’ve packed everything, hurry up.”

There wasn’t even time to pack but Damian simply carried Asha in his arms without complaints. And as he followed after Hugo, who was heading to the door, he spoke to Chris, who was just standing there, spaced out.

“What are you doing? Let’s go.”

“You mean me?”

As he looked at this back of his cold-blooded friend, who didn’t bother to reply a second time, Chris followed, still dazed. To him, the way this pair of father and son talked was strange.

DAMIAN(7)

‘Why am I…’

Without even realizing it, Chris was some way or the other, sitting inside a carriage running through the capital’s streets. And inside the carriage, sat the famous Duke of Taran on the opposite side of him and beside the Duke, was Damian with his fox on his lap.

‘I’m thankful that journey to the capital was comfortable and fast but…’

Chris didn’t know why he was currently in the same carriage with the Duke of Taran and his son, going to who-knows-where. He couldn’t muster up the courage to ask the Duke of Taran where they were going nor could he say that he was very grateful to have been brought this far and that if they let him down anywhere now, he could find his way home. Chris felt like if he went home now, he could actually look at his strict father straight in the eye. Compared to the Duke of Taran, his father was a very comfortable person to be around.

“You mentioned earlier that something had happened. May I ask what that is?” (Damian)

What Hugo said before in the dorms had kept on swimming around in Damian’s mind. He waited for his father to say something first but when there were no signs of that, he couldn’t hold back and asked.

“Your mother received your notice of suspension.” (Hugo)

“…” (Damian)

Damian’s face sank. He didn’t want to make his mother worry.

“When I said don’t kill people at the Academy, I didn’t mean you should get beaten by irrelevant turds.” (Hugo)

“…I’m sorry.” (Damian)

“Do you bear the weak thought that no matter the issue, killing isn’t an option?” (Hugo)

Hugo was worried that Damian might show weakness like his biological father. Once he became the head of the Taran family, he couldn’t avoid the subjugation of barbarians in the north. He must be prepared to reap numerous lives.

“No. Whenever I lift my sword, I am always prepared to stop my opponent from breathing.”

Chris turned ghastly pale and his body shook with fright. His hands gripped his knees harder. Was he hearing something he shouldn’t be hearing? Would be dragged to some quiet place and ended at this rate? All sorts of thoughts ran through his head.

Unfazed by Chris’ terror, the Taran father and son continued their bloody conversation like it was an everyday occurrence.

“Your mother wants to introduce you into the social circle. Don’t argue and just do as she says.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’ll go back to the academy when the semester starts. I’ll take care of the outing issue.”

“I want to go back at least a week before the semester starts.”

Hugo hummed, as he thought it over.

“I am in the process of speaking to His Majesty about your title. If the bestowment procedures finish quickly then it is possible. For now, we’ll have to wait and see.”

“When you say title…”

“The successor to the Taran name cannot go without a title after debuting in the social circle.”

Chris’ face, which had been deadly pale, now looked dazed.

‘Title? Successor?’

Chris looked at Damian with new eyes.

‘What? This guy is the next Duke?’

Chris figured that the reason why Damian’s status was unknown was because he was a precious young master, experiencing the world. A wicked smile crept onto Chris’ lips.

‘You’re all dead now.’

Chris laughed inside, thinking about how black the faces of those two guys who caused the suspension incident would look, as well as the bastards who kept looking for Damian’s trouble for no reason.

‘Still, even if he is the successor, he’s already being given a title? Is that possible?’

Most of the people that were conferred titles were usually around twenty years old. The successor of Marquis Philip, Chris’ elder brother, was 19 years old, but he had not received a title yet.

Despite Chris’ expression seemingly changing every minute, the Taran father and son’s dry conversation continued.

“After today, rumors that you are my son will likely spread in your academy.”

As they were on their way to the carriage after leaving the dorms, a string of students who were returning to the dorms after the graduation ceremony saw them. Some of them seemed to be from Xenon because when they saw them, they looked like they were going to have a fit. Rumors were bound to spread quickly from their mouths.

“Did you plan to keep hiding it?”

“No. I was going to reveal it soon.”

Hugo remembered what his wife had carefully said before he left.

[I’m worried that Damian might be hiding himself purposefully because of his birth. Please comfort the child so that he won’t be anxious or uncertain.]

“Damian. I said I will give you my position and I never go back on my promise. I think you can do well.”

“…Yes. Father.”

Damian’s gaze slowly fell to the floor. His flushed ears itched like it had a rash. Glancing at the red-eared Damian, Chris thought for the first time, that Damian looked his own age.

‘Although the manner of speaking is stiff and the content of their conversation is dubious, it’s not very different from my relationship with my father.’

Chris was relieved. He didn’t know why but he was just relieved. Chris’ feeling of contentment only lasted a moment.

“If I ever hear of the heir of the Taran family being beaten again, graduating from the academy or not, I will stick you at the northern border to train.”

“I will keep that in mind. Such a thing will not happen again.”

Chris’ face went ghastly pale again.

‘Like I thought, these people’s conversation is odd somewhere. Oh? That’s my house.’

Chris sorrowfully watched his house, which he weirdly missed a lot today, getting farther through the window as the carriage rode on.

The carriage entered the ducal residence then it stopped. Chris came down from the carriage and looked around. The surrounding view was immersed in darkness, but thankfully, he wasn’t being dragged to a scary place like he feared. After handing Asha over to a servant, Damian approached Chris, who was looking around, and tapped him on his shoulder.

“What are you doing.”

“Huh? Oh. We’re at your house…?”

“Of course, where else would we be? Ah, do you have to go home right now?”

You’re only asking now? Chris mumbled inwardly as he shook his head.

“There’s nothing urgent.” (Chris)

“Come in then.” (Damian)

Chris silently watched Damian’s retreating back, then he hesitantly followed.

Chapter end