Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 168 I'm in a conquest for a golden shower? (R-18)

(POV: Lumiere)

The first day of our short vacation came to an end.

It was time to rest, to replenish our energy for what lay ahead.

Tomorrow, the plan was to focus on training, honing our newfound abilities.

Serena and I were eager to put ourselves to the test, to push the boundaries of our powers.

It'd been too long since I had the chance to truly explore my magic and skills.

Deep down, however, a nagging reminder tugged at my thoughts.

Vyndariel could strike back at any moment, retaliating against our recent encounters. Despite passing on a warning to Vyndariel through his demon general, caution still consumed me.

I couldn't let my guard down, not even during this short respite.

Sure, my 『Beginner's Luck』 skill could tip things in my favour, but that didn't mean I had the luxury of complacency.

"Alright, Fasit, it's time for me to get some rest," I announced, weariness obvious in my voice.

Fasit smiled warmly in response.

She bowed her head respectfully, "Isadora and Serena are waiting in your tent for you... I think they have a surprise planned.."

"Thanks, Fasit. But I already sensed them with [Magic Detect]," I chuckled.

"As expected of my lord," said Fasit.

"Oh yeah, what about Stellaria?"

"She's already gone to bed... beauty sleep and all."

"Ah, not surprising really." I smiled sheepishly.

"Mhmm."

"Lirien?"

Fasit uttered a thoughtful hum. "She's still training with Skarz, I think they're planning to have a sword match tomorrow," she spoke with uncertainty.

"Either way, we'll see."

Fasit's bow dipped further, her chunky melons swaying enticingly beneath her clothing. They were like balls that would tear out of a net if not handled properly.

My gaze instinctively shifted elsewhere, yet the image remained etched in my mind.

I don't think there was any clothing Fasit could wear without contours of her nipples being revealed.

A blessing and a curse you might say.

As I turned to leave, Fasit's voice called out to me, halting my steps.

"Hm?" I questioned.

She grasped one of her magnificent breasts firmly, her voice dripping with sultry allure as she issued a daring invitation. "Don't forget, Great Lumiere, you're free to indulge in them anytime you desire. I mean it."

A primal fire ignited within me, fueled by her seductive offer.

"Huh?" I said, feigning ingenuity.

"I mean.." her glossy lips looked like they were radiating heat with each word, "you can suck on these whenever you want... and I promise you Great Lumiere, there's a lot of milk in these."

She tightened her grip on the breast even further to make it clear what she was talking about.

I smirked as our eyes locked.

"I'll keep that in mind, Fasit," I replied.

Fasit raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "Is that promise?"

"Definitely," I told her.

With a nod, I left, making my way towards the tent where Serena and Isadora awaited.

I couldn't tell if Fasit actually liked me or not, but it wasn't a bad thing per say. But, would I be able to handle all of Fasit's assets? I was unsure, but that was a question I'd have to come back to at some point.

...

The tents were strategically positioned by the shore, allowing the soothing caress of the cool breeze to drift through the fabric. As I stepped into the spacious sanctuary that awaited me, I was greeted by the enchanting presence of Isadora and Serena. Their eyes gleamed with anticipation, their forms adorned with garments that left just enough to the imagination.

Serena, draped in a flowing white fabric, clutched it tightly against her supple curves.

Isadora mirrored her attire, her ebony ensemble clinging sensually to her flawless figure.

Arousing whispers of desire filled the air, mingling with the sound of crashing waves outside.

Consciously placing my hands on my hips, I peered at Serena through narrowed eyes, a wry grin spreading across my lips.

"So, I take it you two had something in mind for tonight?"

Isadora gracefully rose, causing her ebony garment to slip from her body, unveiling her entire form. Her luscious breasts swayed enticingly, the rosy peaks of her nipples begging for attention. In her delicate hand, she held a piece of parchment crafted from the fibers of wood pulp, the contents waiting to be revealed.

I questioned Isadora. "Can I even ask... what that is?" My eyes wandered towards the paper, intrigued by its purpose.

Isadora's irises sparked as her smirk widened.

"It's my list, Lumiere. The list of things I've always dreamed of experiencing whenever you're pounding my hole."

Of all things to call sex, she called it that.

"A list? You truly have a list of desires?"

The thought of Isadora harboring secret sexual fantasies wasn't out of the norm.

But... I suppose now, it wasn't a secret anymore.

"Oh, I wasn't joking, Master. These are desires I've long yearned to explore with you."

Isadora smiled coyly right after.

Intrigued, I gingerly took hold of the parchment, my eyes scanning the words that adorned it.

The contents were:

(1) Golden Shower

(2) Glistening Shower

Requirements: feathers, cup, wind magic

(3) Sticky Shower

(4) Breastfeeding Session

(5) Intense bondage, discipline, sadism

Requirements: Chains, ropes, oil, leg spreaders

There were so many more requirements, but just these were enough to make me stop reading.

I raised an eyebrow, surprise and intrigue coursing through my veins.

The room grew still, the only sound echoing in my ears being the rapid thumping of my heart.

I turned my gaze towards Serena.

"Isadora, while this sounds fun."

It didn't, maybe for now at least.

"I'm not sure, Serena would be fine with this."

Serena's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she gently placed her hands on her breasts, teasingly sinking her fingers into the supple flesh.

Her voice was a soft caress, laden with desire as she spoke, "Actually, Lord Lumiere, the idea sounds quite intriguing. It's something I've always wanted to try, to explore the boundaries of our pleasure together."

My mouth went dry as I absorbed Serena's response.

Something she always wanted to try? Like what, ten minutes ago?

The room seemed to tilt, my mind racing to comprehend the depth of their desires.

Isadora, sensed my hesitation.

Delicately, she scooped up her own ample breasts, causing them to sit higher, emphasizing their voluptuous glory. Her dark red eyes smoldered with passion as she leaned closer, speaking with a seductive whisper, "You see, Master, Serena and I both share a desire for the golden shower. We want you to shower us with your warmth, your passion, your intimate release."

"Eh?"

I watched Isadora, breath hitching as her fingers squeezed her breasts so tightly, the hint of a self-imposed choke.

The weightiness of her bosom, so similar to Fasit's, highlighting the burdens they carried, the undeniable allure of their ample assets.

But the words lingered in my mind, echoing with a primal need.

I swallowed back my hesitation, a newfound boldness igniting within.

"A golden shower," I repeated. "And just how would such an intimate experience unfold? Would you be standing, kneeling, or..." I trailed off, unable to fully articulate my thoughts.

Isadora's devilish grin widened.

She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "Oh, Master, the possibilities are endless. We could stand beneath your cascading waterfall, the cool droplets blending with our heated desires. Or perhaps we could create an intimate oasis, a space where only the three of us exist, our bodies intertwined in your yellow goodies."

"You're that into it, are you?"

"Well but of course," her smile radiated. "And imagine just how much skill points you'd gain if we drank it.."

In that moment, the list dropped from my hand.

"So, do I start now?" I asked her.

"Is there anything in the tank?" Isadora smiled.

"I may need to drink a lot of water.."

"We can just suck your rod until then.."

And that's how it began, the conquest for a golden shower.