Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 149 Do panties really have a captivating scent? (R-18)

Chapter 149 Do panties really have a captivating scent? (R-18)

(POV: Akashic Records)

After satisfying the princesses' whims and desires, Lucretia finally found a moment of respite. The warm embrace of relaxation was just within her reach when her personal attendant Simone, appeared before her. Simone, with her flowing blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and a small, alluring mole on the left side of her lip, exuded a vibrant energy that instantly caught Lucretia's attention.

As Simone halted before Lucretia, the subtle motion of her breasts caused ripples of desire to surge through Lucretia's body, leaving her longing for a different kind of rest. With a sigh, Lucretia glanced at her own modest assets, then to Simone's plump and inviting chest. It was a stark reminder of the bountiful curves that tantalized her imagination.

"What's the problem, Simone?" Lucretia asked.

"Your fiancé and father, Viscount Lugnar are here," Simone answered with a note of worry.

Lucretia held her head in her hand. "Have you taken the proper precautions?" she asked.

Bowing her head slightly, Simone answered, "All breakable objects within a twenty-meter radius of the viscount have been swiftly relocated."

"Let's hasten, dear Simone," she exclaimed. "We should get there before he breaks something that can't be broken."

"Lady Lucretia?"

But just as she prepared to depart, Simone's words halted her in her tracks.

Curiosity mingled with confusion, Lucretia turned to her attendant. "Is anything wrong?"

"While your father and fiancé is one of the reasons I called to your attention, it isn't the main reason."

"Explain, now." Lucretia demanded.

"Well, you have a visitor in your office."

"I'm quite certain my schedule today is empty."

"Well... it's an unexpected visitor," Simone remained composed.

"Does he have black hair?" Lucretia asked.

Simone shook her head. "No, my apologies."

She apologized because anytime Lucretia had an unexpected visitor she'd always ask if they had black hair.

If they did, she'd be excited then disappointed after.

If they didn't, she'd be disappointed from the start.

"Let's go then," Lucretia said.

...

They finally reached the refuge of Lucretia's opulent office.

As they entered another employee approached them, an expression of urgency etched upon her perspiring face.

"Lady Lucretia, this man has been waiting here fo-"

"I know," Lucretia went straight to the point.

The man in question was found in possession of a pair of black panties. Lucretia's eyes widened in astonishment, her mind racing to comprehend the audacity and the unexpected nature of the situation.

With a calm expression, the man had inhaled the scent of the panties, a rosy yet musky aroma from dried urine and faint touches of vaginal fluids. It enveloped his senses and portrayed a clear desire for the woman who owned them.

"No matter how much a women dances and wiggles, some droplets of their green fluids end up on the sacred treasure. In all honesty, I believe panties is the only way to salvation... don't you agree, my fair maiden?"

The man's calm demeanor and poetic words echoed in Lucretia's mind, a strange mixture of fascination and repulsion stirring within her.

"The fuck is this?" Lucretia asked.

The man, standing with a serene smile upon his face, looked directly into Lucretia's eyes.

"Ah, my dear, are you the fortunate mistress of these divine treasures?" he asked.

Sensing the confusion within Lucretia, he held the panties up again to his nose, inhaling their sweet and intoxicating scent once more.

"There's a hint of strong arousal in these panties. From scent alone, I can tell the wearer of this sacred treasure is indeed... a virgin, and purely so."

Lucretia's body tensed, a mix of intrigue and shock coursing through her veins.

In a moment of desperation, she turned to Simone, her trusted attendant and confidante, curiosity burning in her eyes.

"Simone," she queried, her voice hushed yet filled with urgency, "what colors of panties do I only wear?"

Simone, slightly taken aback by the question, nodded hesitantly.

"Black is the only color you own," she admitted, a blush creeping upon her cheeks.

"And what color of panties are in his grasps?"

Simone?s heart raced as realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place, forming a vivid picture that she hadn't anticipated.

"Oh no!"

Simone, with her elegant and unhurried steps, approached the audacious intruder. The man, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and desire, locked his gaze on Simone, his voice dripping with seductive mischief.

"Do you also desire to share the essence of your intoxicating scent?" his words laced with a sensual undertone. "I reckon yours possesses a stronger ammonia fragrance than the original owner of this exquisite sacred treasure."

Simone's eyes widened. She squared her shoulders, her gaze still calm.

"Oh, is that so?" she challenged, her voice dripping with playful skepticism. "You seem rather confident, don't you?"

The man's lips curled into a wicked smile as he took another deliberate sniff of Lucretia?s lacy fabric, savoring the captivating aroma. It was as if the enchanting scent lingered in the air, teasing their senses with its seductive allure. "Indeed," he replied with a tantalizingly low murmur. "It seems I've underestimated your spicy essence. But I'm always willing to explore further."

Simone's hand, quick as lightning, shot forward, her palm connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap. The impact echoed through the room. The man's surprise was momentarily replaced by a devilish grin, his desire undeterred.

"Ah, my fiery temptress," he chuckled. "You enjoy playing rough. Well, I won't deny you the opportunity to have your way with me."

Simone collected the panties from the man's grasp. With a seductive gaze, she turned, her hips swaying with every step as she placed the delicate lace back in Lucretia's possession. Her eyes were filled with remorse as she lowered her head, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Please forgive me, Lucretia," she murmured, her voice laced with regret. "I don't mean to disrespect you. But perhaps it would be wise to keep your panties locked away. This is a workplace, after all."

Lucretia rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Simone, don't start... it's too early for this."

Lucretia gracefully made her way to the luxurious chair behind her massive oak desk, her blue eyes blazing with slight irritation and curiosity. The man before her, his cyan curls cascading around his face, stared back with bright green eyes and a tantalizingly angelic smile.

Yet with all these charms, he was a depraved pervert.

Resting her elbows on the desk, she interlocked her fingers and rested her chin on her hands, a stern expression crossing her features. "And who, pray tell, are you?" she asked, her voice firm. "And what might you possibly want from me?"

The man's smile widened, his pearly white teeth gleaming. "Ah, but of course," he replied. "I'm Merlin, at your service. And all I crave is a humble offering of chocolate for my journey to the Royal Capital."

Lucretia's eyebrow arched with skepticism as she regarded him.

"Surely, Merlin, you don't expect me to believe that you need permission from the president of this company just to purchase a humble bar of chocolate?" she challenged.

Merlin's fingers slid through his curly hair, slicking it back as if he were in a shampoo commercial, his mischievous smile never faltering. "Ah, my dear Lucretia," he spoke. "I'd be lying if I said I had the funds for such a delectable treat. It seems I find myself penniless in this moment."

A fancy way of saying he was broke.

Lucretia heaved a weary sigh, her gaze demurely lowering for a moment before meeting his arresting eyes once more.

"If you have no money, then what worth do you hold to me?" she replied.

Suddenly, a frantic employee rushed in, breathless and flushed.

"Lady Lucretia," they shouted, their words barely audible through their ragged breaths. "Someone requires your immediate attention!"

"We're well aware that it's milady?s fiancé," Simone spoke.

"Fiancé?" Merlin uttered. "Hm, how strange..."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Lucretia's eyes narrowed.