Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess



(POV: Lumiere)

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No, there was absolutely no reason for me to be back at the Silva Onsen.

But one does not simply stumble upon such a lewd voice.

I was dying to know where that voice came from. On any other day, I'd be able to trace who the voice belonged to — provided I'd heard the voice before. But in the case of this voice, it didn't matter how many times I'd heard it, it was painted with so much lust and desire that I couldn't tell who it belonged to.

Still, my best guess would be Isadora.

She was in the Delia Viscounty, but that didn't mean she couldn't leave to come see me.

"Turn back now, Lumiere..."

But I still kept walking.

"Come on, turn back already..."

And I still kept walking dammit!

I needed some sleep, it wasn't the right time to be doing this.

I approached cautiously, unsure of what I'd find.

As I neared the hot springs, the intoxicating aroma of the water mingled with the warm night air.

And there, amidst the steam and gentle ripples, I saw Senesica, reclining in the water, her lithe figure outlined by the moonlight.

Her heavy, meaty breasts gracefully floated in the water, their curves accentuated by the gentle sway of the waves. The sight was both mesmerizing and tempting, stirring desires I had earlier today. Sensing my presence, Senesica's blue eyes met mine, a seductive smile spreading across her lips.

"I knew you'd come," she purred.

With Senesica in the hotsprings, the first thing to escape my mouth was a sigh.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" I asked her, exasperated.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "I got bored and decided to take another soak. Care to join me?"

Her invitation hung in the air, luring me in.

Yes, I wanted to join. No, I shouldn't, it'll end up getting sexual.

I turned away, pretending to be unaffected. "No thanks," I replied, feigning disinterest. But her persistence didn't waver.

A seductive smile appeared on her smooth as butter face as she leaned closer, the rustle of the waters catching my ears. "I'm naked," she whispered, her fingers tracing the curves of her fiery red horns. "You can touch them all you want."

"Huh?"

"My horns... You can touch, rub and massage them all you want~~"

My heart skipped a beat at her boldness, and I couldn't help but glance back at her. "How does that remotely make joining you any more appealing?" I questioned, trying to maintain my composure.

Still, something about her presentation made me a little hard.

She made touching her horn so unfathomably sexy.

Senesica shrugged, her eyes now fixed on mine. "Well, at least you'll get to touch my body," she purred, wrapping her arms around her wet, glistening skin. A slight moan escaped her lips, joining the swirling steam in the air.

I shook my head, determined to resist her charm. "No, I'm gonna hit the hay," I insisted.

She persisted, her voice growing softer, sweeter. "Come on, it won't hurt to have a little fun. I promise I'll be good," she tempted, her gaze still carrying powerful desire within them.

I pondered her proposition, rubbing my chin as if deep in thought.

She seized the opportunity, her hands playfully cupping her breasts, submerging them beneath the water's surface. "See?" she teased. "They're gone, you can't see them anymore."

It's not like I wasn't enjoying the view...

Her confident charm worked its spell, and I gave in, stripping down and entering the inviting world of the hotsprings. Settling in the water, I positioned myself opposite her, stealing a glance at her appealing form.

Senesica pouted, disappointed that we weren't closer.

"We're not even going to be together? That sucks," she remarked with a sultry smile, her body seemingly glowing in the soft light.

I shrugged, attempting to maintain my cool facade. "Whatever..."

As the steam curled around us in the moon lit hotsprings, Senesica's slender figure stood out against the tranquil backdrop. Her gaze, deep and captivating, met mine as she peered into the crystal-clear water. Her icy blue eyes glimmered like frozen stars.

What's she looking at now, I thought.

A playful smirk tugged at her lips.

"For someone so persistent on leaving, you're certainly quite hard down there," Senesica teased.

Crap, she caught me.

Maintaining my composure, I poised my hand delicately over my cock and its straining desire. "You never cease to amaze me," I murmured, and that time I wasn't talking to Senesica, I was talking to my little brother.

"Hm?" Senesica uttered, ignorant.

"You said you'd be good, remember?" I told.

She smiled even more. "I'm not the one pitching a tent down there..."

"I'm out," I said, already standing up.

"DON'T GO!" She said.

I didn't plan on it, heh.

"Will you be good?" I asked her.

Senesica's cute nod and gentle hum came off as more wholesome than tempting. "I'll be good, I cross my heart," she said.

Then, something crossed my mind.

"Speaking of surprises," I began, my eyes momentarily trailed over to the attire she hung on a zen rock, "your choice of dressing... it's a little..."

"Sexy, right?" she smiled.

I sighed. "No, I mean, it's a little less like you'd expect from a race of demons..."

I didn't know the best way to word it. For all I know, she might not know the actual name of the attire she was wearing. So using the direct name might not give me the answer I wanted from her.

Her response came with a calm confidence that mirrored her grace.

"You mean how I wear this kimono, even though it doesn't quite align with the world we find ourselves in?" she questioned.

Now I feel stupid...

I nodded in agreement. "That's exactly it," I confirmed, my gaze now locked on her every move.

Without hesitation, Senesica picked up a bar of soap nearby, capturing my attention with her next proposition. "If you promise to massage my horns," she gently waved the soap from side to side, "then I'll tell you all about them."

What is it with her and horns? Does it bring some sort of sexual pleasure that ordinary sex doesn't?

And if it does, I might as well tell Serena to whip out hers when we're doing it...

"Why not?" I decided.

I rose from the steaming water, water droplets cascading down my slender, muscular frame, and approached her with a stride of confidence.

As I neared her, Senesica's slender fingertips grazed against the tip of my sensitive cock. It was seriously sensitive at the time because I was trying to fight my growing sexual urge.

I just had sex with her like 5 hours ago, there was no way my rod was itching for seconds. Honestly, I need more control.

I let out a frustrated sigh, my mind clouded with desire.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed.

Still though, that felt good...

Senesica, who continued her teasing, giggled softly. The mischief in her blue eyes were the most attractive thing about her.

"I swear, that's the last time," she assured me.

I shot her a warning look. "It better be," I responded.

Determined to distract myself, I reached for the comforting familiarity of the soap bar nearby. Positioning myself behind Senesica, who was already submerged in the warm, inviting water, I softly sat down on the edge of the hotspring. My legs straddled her head, my cock resting on the wet ground behind her.

The scent of fragrant oils filled the air as I rubbed the soap between my palms, creating a gentle lather.

It was time to rub those nice long horns of hers...