Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess



Holy Sword Tournament Arc

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(POV: Akashic Records)

Lumiere's room was dimly lit, the only light in the room coming from his status board. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his arms as he worked diligently to allocate his skill points. The board beeped with every tap.

Now, it was:

New Title:

"Master Swordsman"

Additional Skills:

[Sword Mastery] (Rank S), [Magic Sword Mastery] (Rank A), [Aura of Protection] (Rank B), [Blink Strike] (Rank A), [Boost] (Rank S+), [Elemental Blade] (Rank A), [Flash Step] (Rank S+), [Enchanted Blade] (Rank A)

Sword Magic Series:

[Fire Sword Magic] (Rank B), [Water Sword Magic] (Rank D), [Earth Sword Magic] (Rank D), [Wind Sword Magic] (Rank D), [Lightning Sword Magic] (Rank A), [Cursed Sword Magic] (Rank F), [Spirit Sword Magic] (Rank B) [Dark Sword Magic] (Rank D), [Plant Sword Magic] (Rank F)

"Guess there's not a lot of points to go around..." Lumiere sighed.

Isadora lay on his bed, her beautiful body on full display.

Isadora lay there sensually, her curves accentuated by the soft light in the room. Her full breasts twitched while her stiffened nipples quivered in anticipation, as if begging Lumiere for his touch.

Isadora broke the silence, "Are you really going to enter the Holy Sword Festival?"

Lumiere glanced over at her and nodded, "Yeah, I've been thinking about it for some time now. This is my chance to become a noble... and placing in the top three should do that."

He already sent Fulgur (Lightning Spirit) to the Silva Citadel to inform Thrain to prepare a magic sword for him.

Isadora sighed, "Is noble status really that important?"

Lumiere shook his head, "No, it's not. But the opportunity has presented itself, so why not seize it?"

Isadora shifted her body on the bed, watching Lumiere with curiosity, "What about Bluestella? Are we just going to forget about her?"

Lumiere's expression softened, "No, not even close. That's another reason I'm going to the Duchy of Drakoria. My family members have already set out ahead of me, so we'll be going with Genny, Garret, and the other knights by airship."

Isadora smiled, "Sounds like we'll be traveling in style."

Lumiere chuckled, "Why not?"

Watching him work on his status, Isadora couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She seductively crawled over to Lumiere on all fours, her body moving sensually with each motion. Brushing her lips against Lumiere's ear, she whispered in a sultry voice, "Maybe when you're done with that, you can focus on something else."

Lumiere shuddered with desire, the heat rising between them. "I like the way you think," he replied, his voice husky with anticipation.

After all, he did need more skill points.

Isadora teased him, "Oh, do you now?"

Lumiere threw his head back with a deep laugh, "Yes, I do. You're quite irresistible."

Isadora's laughter mingled with his, "Good, because I have some ideas for how we can spend our time together."

Lumiere raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? Do tell."

Isadora grinned mischievously, "Well, I was thinking maybe we could start with a massage."

Lumiere's eyes flickered with interest, "A massage, huh? Sounds like fun."

"And maybe after that... you can stick your rod inside me," a moan escaped her words.

Isadora's hands worked their way methodically down Lumiere's shoulders, fingers kneading into the tense muscles, as he lay shirtless on his bed.

The room was warmed by the soft glow of candlelight that flickered in the quiet space.

The pair had just fully relaxed into each other when there was an abrupt knock at the door.

Lumiere sat up abruptly. "Uhh... who is it?!" he called out to the one at the door.

"It's me, Genny," said Genevieve from behind the door.

A sigh of relief escaped Lumiere's breath.

"Sorry, we'll have to finish this later." He turned to Isadora, a flick of his wrist sending her disappearing into a surge of blackness.

He pulled on his shirt as he moved to answer the door. "You can come in," Lumiere called out to Genny.

The door creaked open and Genny poked her head through the gap.

She saw Lumiere standing there, his upper body bare, and felt her face heat up.

Lumiere caught the blush. "Sorry, Genny," he apologized, moving to find a shirt.

But Genny stopped him with a soft murmur of, "Wait, it's fine. I like you that way." Her eyes hit the ground, a tad shy.

Lumiere was taken aback, confused, and said, "Eh?"

Genny grumbled and then repeated herself clearly, "I said... I... I like the way you look."

Lumiere scratched his head, momentarily lost for words.

"Oh. Thank you," he replied, still slightly confused by the interaction.

The awkwardness in the air was palpable.

"Genny, what brings you here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Genevieve, a voluptuous, light-skinned angel with cascading brown locks, subtle bangs that parted on either side, and striking brown eyes. Donning a luscious, sleeveless, v-necked pencil nightgown, her curvy form was highlighted. Her supple breasts were perky, just visible enough to tell the shape of her nipples beneath the gown.

She took a deep breath and gathered her courage. "Lumiere, we need to talk," she said, her voice shaking slightly.

"Is everything all right?" Lumiere asked, concerned.

"No, everything is not all right," Genevieve snapped back, her frustration rising. "We've known each other since we were kids, and you've always treated me like a sister. But I need more than that from you, Lumiere."

Lumiere looked taken aback by her sudden outburst. "But isn't that what you are? My sister."

"That's the problem, Lumiere," Genevieve said, breathing heavily. "I can't keep pretending that I don't feel something more for you. I need to be with you, as more than just a sister."

Lumiere looked confused and slightly irritated. "Genevieve, I don't know what to say. We made promises as kids, but we were just kids then. Those promises don't mean anything now."

Genevieve's hair obscured her face as she leaned in closer to Lumiere. "But they do mean something to me, Lumiere," she said, desperation in her voice. "I need more from you, and I'm willing to be your lover, as well as your sister."

Lumiere paused for a moment, shock etched onto his pale face. "Eh?" he sputtered, bewildered and unsure how to proceed.

"You heard me, Lumiere," Genevieve said, her voice growing stronger. "I can't keep pretending that I don't feel what I feel for you. I need you, Lumiere. Can't you see that?"

He looked at Genevieve, his mind racing.

Lumiere had always valued Genevieve and felt protective of her, but he had never considered a romantic relationship.

"I don't know, Genevieve," he said finally. "It doesn't seem right."

Genevieve sauntered over to Lumiere, swaying her hips sensually as she approached him. With one finger, she slowly pushed him onto the bed before climbing on top of him, straddling him and leaning in close so that her breasts spilled out of her gown, nipples pressed tight against the fabric. She ran her hand over his bare chest, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch. As she traced her fingers lower, she couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his pants.

Her body burned with desire as she stroked his crotch, feeling the hardness of his cock through his trousers.

"You may call me sister, Lumiere, but your body is telling me something else entirely," she whispered, rubbing his crotch and causing him to tighten even more.

"(No, damn it! Isadora caused that pocket rocket!)" (Lumiere)

"Are you okay?" Lumiere asked, concern etched in his face.

"I'm perfectly fine," Genevieve replied, exhaling hot air from her mouth. "We don't need to think too deeply about this. I could be your sister and also your lover."

She leaned in close to his ear, still on all fours atop him. Her tongue darted out, wet and coated in thick, slimy saliva, as she licked inside his ear and whispered, "I want you, Lumiere."

Her tongue game was divine.

Her hand continued to stroke his crotch, her own arousal growing with each passing moment. "Do you want me too?" she asked, her voice dripping with desire.