As the carriage finally reached its destination, the girl took a deep, shuddering breath, her body still trembling with the remnants of her pleasure. She opened her eyes, her gaze fierce and determined. She was home, and soon, very soon, Lucian would be hers.
The girl's anticipation reached a fever pitch as the carriage pulled up to her mansion, a grand, imposing structure of cold stone that seemed to try, to compete with Laru mountains.
Ivy crept up the walls, lending an air of ancient mystery to the place, while the heavy wooden doors bore the insignia of her family, a stern reminder of their power and influence.
She didn't wait for the carriage to fully stop before she flung open the door and leapt out, her heart pounding with excitement and impatience. "Where are you, my Lucian?" she called out, her voice echoing through the vast courtyard as she rushed towards the entrance.
The hallway of her home was a long, sweeping corridor, lined with suits of armor and tapestries depicting her family's glorious battles. Her footsteps echoed loudly as she stormed down the hall, her voice bouncing off the cold stone walls. "Lucian! Where are you?"
A low moan reached her ears, a sound that was both familiar and unwelcome. She followed it to a nearby room, pushing the door open without a moment's hesitation.
Inside, she found her brother, a man with a wild mop of dark hair and a scar running down his cheek, his muscular body glistening with sweat as he thrust into a maid bent over a table.
If Lucian and Leora saw they will instantly recognize this man, he was the man who tried to strip Leora naked and pissed on Lucian.
The maid was very voluptuous, her blond hair swept up in a messy bun, her uniform hiked up around her waist, her cheeks flushed and her eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and submission.
Her brother's hands gripped the maid's hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with a feral intensity.
"Harder," the maid gasped, her voice a breathy plea. "Please, harder, Ahhhhhh yesss, So gooddd!!"
Her brother obliged, his body slapping against hers, the sound of their flesh meeting filling the room. "You like that, you little slut?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You like it when I fuck you like an animal?"
The maid could only moan in response, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. The girl watched for a moment, her eyes taking in the lewd spectacle, but her mind was elsewhere, her heart aching with the absence of Lucian.
"Where is my Lucian?" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding, cutting through the maid's moans and her brother's grunts.
Her brother, clearly annoyed at the interruption, pulled out of the maid and turned to face her, his member still hard and glistening with the maid's wetness. "If Lucian was really here, do you think I'd be fucking a maid? There would have been Leora under me," he snarled, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes wild and untamed.
The girl barely spared them a glance, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of Lucian. "What do you mean?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
A cruel smile spread across her brother's face as he chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Haha, Father let them go. Her bitchy mother sold herself, and Father agreed. So, Lucian and Leora are gone. But it doesn't matter, I didn't get Leora, but I have my maids and concubines. But you? What are you gonna do now, sister? Sorry, but it looks like you'll have to continue masturbating and living in your fantasy."
He turned to the maid, who was still bent over the table, her body shaking with spent pleasure. "You, get out of here, I don't have mood now." he commanded, his voice a low growl.
The maid quickly righted her uniform, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and somewhat disappointment as if she wanted more, as she hurried out of the room, casting a nervous glance at the girl as she passed.
The girl's face paled, her eyes widening in shock and rage. She punched the nearby wall, her fist connecting with a sickening crunch, leaving a dent in the stone. "What do you mean by letting them go? Lucian was my reward for the mission I did in the south!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room, her body trembling with fury.
Her brother laughed, a sound that was both mocking and triumphant. "Haha, what are you gonna do? Fight Father?"
The girl's eyes flashed with determination and anger. "Yes, he will pay for this," she growled, her voice a low, dangerous promise.
Her brother scared said in low voice "Oi, Sofie what do you think you are doing?"
She didn't listen to him.
She turned and stormed out of the room, her body shaking with rage. She slammed the door shut behind her, the force of her action causing it to splinter and break into pieces, scattering across the floor like matchsticks.
She started storming towards her father Hakon Ironfang's room, her boots echoing loudly against the cold stone floor, her heart pounding with a mix of rage and trepidation.
She pushed open the heavy wooden door with such force that it banged against the wall, the sound resonating through the chamber like a thunderclap. "Father!" she shouted, her voice echoing, filled with anger and frustration.
Hakon Ironfang, a man of imposing stature and an even more imposing presence, sat behind his large oak study table, his back straight, his eyes fixed on some parchment before him.
He looked up at her, his gaze calm and emotionless, like a black abyss that seemed to swallow all light. "Yes?" he said, his voice a low rumble, a stark contrast to her outburst.
The moment Sofie met those cold, calculating eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine. It was as if she were naked before him, all her secrets laid bare, her thoughts and feelings exposed to his scrutiny.
She gritted her teeth so hard that she tasted blood in her mouth, the coppery flavor a sharp contrast to the fear that gripped her.
She averted her gaze, unable to bear the intensity of his stare, and muttered, "Nothing," her voice a mere whisper, barely audible even to herself.
She turned to leave, her steps heavy and slow, but Hakon's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Wait." His command was calm, almost gentle, but it held an underlying authority that brooked no argument.
Sofie's body shook with a mix of fear and anger, her heart pounding wildly in her chest like a trapped animal. 'Is father going to punish me for this outburst?' she thought, her mind racing.
'He should forgive me; I am Sofie, his best child. I am not like my weak siblings. I am strong, I am capable. He will let me go.' She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm her nerves, but the storm raging within her showed no signs of abating.
Hakon's room was silent, the only sound the soft scratching of his quill as he continued to work, uninterrupted by her presence. Sofie's heart, however, was a drumbeat of fear and horror, each thump echoing the turmoil within her.
"Yes, fa..fa..father?" she stammered, her words clumsy and halting, her tongue feeling thick and unwieldy in her mouth.
Hakon looked up from his work, his eyes finally meeting hers, and asked, "Did you consume the Rank-2 Destruction mana potion?" His voice was devoid of emotion, giving no hint of what he was thinking or feeling.
Sofie nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, father."
He nodded in return, his expression unchanged. "You can leave." His words were a dismissal, a clear indication that their conversation was at an end.
Sofie let out a sigh of relief, her body sagging with the release of tension. She turned and hurried from the room, her steps quick and light, eager to put as much distance between herself and her father as possible.
Behind her, Hakon chuckled, a low, ominous sound that sent a shiver down Sofie's spine. "Have I grown soft?" he mused, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Even my own daughter who I trained to be like perfect solider dares to storm into my room. Or is it because of the destruction mana potion? hahahaha I never realized experimenting on humans would be this fun and every time I get different results."
His laughter followed her out of the room, a chilling reminder of the power he held over her.
Sofie's anger, however, was far from gone. It simmered just below the surface, a volatile mix of frustration and humiliation. 'It is all because of that bitchy woman,' she thought, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
'How dare she trade her body for my handsome, cute, and charming Lucian? I will never forgive her for this. Because of her, Father would have almost thrown me into that hellhole.'
With a renewed sense of purpose, Sofie made her way to the prison room, her steps determined and swift.
She found the guard outside the door, a burly man with a face like a slab of granite. He nodded at her, a silent acknowledgment, and stepped aside to let her enter.
The prison room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something else, something more pungent and unpleasant. Sofie's eyes adjusted to the low light, and she saw her, Solphie, Lucian's mother.
She was huddled in a corner, her white hair sparse and tangled, her once-vibrant blue eyes now dull and lifeless.
Her clothes were torn and tattered, barely covering her body, Her long, exquisite legs were drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them in a futile attempt to find comfort in her miserable situation.
Solphie sat huddled in the corner, her back against the cold stone wall, her eyes fixed on some distant point, unseeing and unfeeling. Her expression was one of calm indifference, as if her body and the pain it endured were not her own.
She seemed almost serene, her breathing slow and even, her face a mask of resignation.