Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 216 An early morning sibling banter? (R-18)

Chapter 216 An early morning sibling banter? (R-18)

(POV: Akashic Records)

The early morning light bathed Glenforst city.

It was a slow morning at Dr. Samras Healthcare Centre.

Fanatio sat with a plate of tender beef and rich stew before her.

Her thoughts were consumed by Black, the mysterious individual she had encountered during the Holy Sword Festival.

"( I haven't gotten any clues on that Black guy... I actually thought we were hitting it off and yet he's vanished somewhere. Honestly how can someone be so rude? I don't like him... no... but I do like his swordplay, the way he moves... it almost feels like he'd have a bi— )" (Fanatio)

As she absentmindedly licked her spoon, a gentle tap on her shoulder startled her, causing her to jolt slightly in her seat. When she turned, she saw it was Genevieve, her friend and fellow knight.

"What's up?" Genevieve raised one of her smooth eyebrows. "Fanatio?"

"I'm fine," Fanatio responded, her mind still preoccupied with a flood of thoughts. "Eh, what about you?"

Genevieve studied Fanatio for a moment. Her eyes narrowed. "You don't seem okay though," she remarked.

Fanatio shook her head.

"Trust me, I am. There's just something on my mind."

Setting her spoon back on her plate, Fanatio sighed, feeling the weight of her inner turmoil. Sensing her distress, Genevieve took a seat beside her, their shoulders brushing lightly.

"Are you... feeling homesick?" Genevieve ventured, her voice gentle.

Fanatio arched an eyebrow in surprise. "Ew, no!" she exclaimed, a note of disgust in her tone. "Why would I feel homesick?"

There was a gentle smile on Genevieve's spotless face.

"Well, you haven't returned to the Shield Kingdom since the tournament ended. Maybe seeing your family again would help?"

Fanatio scoffed, her ever-present pride heavy in her voice.

"And who exactly would I want to talk to if I were to go home? My father, who's nothing more than a pervert? Or perhaps my charming brother, Velzar, who's equally as perverse?"

The eyebrows of Genevieve twitched constantly. She stared awkwardly at Fanatio and yet Fanatio couldn't notice it.

"( S-She's calling them perverts...? Doesn't she know she's also one? )"

In the Pendragon household, the servants were aware of their masters' proclivities, but were forbidden from discussing it. Interestingly, Fanatio, Velzar, and Gal were unaware of their own preferences. Fanatio had a fondness for cocks, Velzar for girl's juicy asses, and Gal for meaty breasts.

Genevieve chuckled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Wait, Gal Pendragon, the Hero King, is actually... a pervert...?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Fanatio sighed, partly frustrated and yet resigned to the fact that he was.

"Unfortunately, yes," she admitted, partly disappointed.

Genevieve erupted into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. "I would've never believed it if someone else told me," she exclaimed between giggles.

Fanatio frowned, her brows furrowing in annoyance. "That's just how sad it is," she remarked.

With a knowing smile, Genevieve nodded. "Sure... I... know you believe you're the only decent one in your family," she said, her tone teasing.

Fanatio shook her head, a hint of self-doubt in her eyes. "Sometimes I question if that's true," she confessed.

"Oh?" Genevieve uttered, believing Fanatio know she was a pervert as well.

Fanatio then continued, "But then I realize I'm the only decent Pendragon."

"Eh... I see, so that's how it is," Genevieve face-palmed.

"Hm? Is anything wrong?" Fanatio asked.

"N... No, nothing," hoping to change the subject, Genevieve asked, "Yeah, you said your father and brother. What about your mo—"

The sound of the doors opening interrupted their conversation.

Both women turned their heads to see Velzar, Fanatio's brother, swaggering into the room. Perched on his shoulder was Esta, a beautiful woman whose tantalizing ass were barely concealed by a strip of black panties.

Fanatio sighed heavily, her annoyance saturating by the second.

"What in Meclius? name are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice clearly depicting her exasperation.

Velzar grinned. "Just wanted to see my little sister," he replied, his tone light but with a hint of pride.

Esta squirmed on his shoulder, trying to break free, but Velzar's strong arm kept her in place. Just when she thought she'd escape, Velzar delivered a firm slap on her succulent buttocks, causing her to let out a little squeal and bite her lower lip to stifle a moan.

Fanatio crossed her arms, her disapproval radiating from her. "Must you always be so... inappropriate?" she chided, her voice filled with irritation.

Velzar chuckled, unruffled by his sister's disapproval. "Oh, come on, don't be such a prude, Fana," he teased. "Live a little!"

Fanatio shook her head, her resolve firm. "I'll pass," she replied, her voice carrying a touch of defiance. "I'd rather stay true to myself."

"Eh?" said Velzar.

"What?" Fanatio abruptly asked.

His eyes wide a bit, he said, "But you're a pervert."

"Shut up, you're the perverted one."

"No, Fanatio," Velzar fixed a plain stare at her. "You're really... a pervert."

"Name one time!"

"Oh, I don't know... your profound love for cocks?!"

Slamming her palm on the table, Fanatio stood up and fixed her sights on the grinning Velzar, "I don't like them! I'm just... fascinated by them," her voice never wavered once.

One would think Fanatio was merely lying, but no— she was actually serious about what she said for fuck?s sake. It was like a curse that none of them knew they were perverts and yet they could tell their relatives were.

"Again, you're totally a pervert." Velzar smiled mildly.

Fanatio got even more aggravated, "I AM NOT!!"

Genevieve just sat in-between them collecting the brunt of their constant bickering.

"( These guys honestly don't know that they're both perverts... Now that's just sad... )"

In the midst of the banter and the crimson hue that had settled upon Esta's cheeks, the tension in the room was palpable. Sensing the growing unease, Esta, now tired of the incessant name-calling, mustered up the courage to speak her mind.

"Would you both just shut up?" she exclaimed, frustrated. "You're both perverts!"

Velzar, undeterred by Esta's outburst, delivered yet another firm smack on her sweet supple ass, causing her to squirm in discomfort.

"Ahhhnnnn~~"

Biting down on her lower lip, Esta's eyes squeezed shut as her legs trembled with a sensual mix of pain and pleasure. The strip of her black panties tightened around her, emphasizing her alluring curves.

"( Why did I enjoy that so damn much~~?! )" (Esta)

Seeing the vibrant display before her, Genevieve, a calm observer amidst the storms, muttered to herself, almost lost in thought. "I don't even know why I'm here," she said under her breath.

Catching wind of her statement, Velzar raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curling into a smile. "I never knew Fanatio had such a beautiful friend," he commented.

A soft smile crept onto Genevieve's lips as she graciously accepted the compliment. "Thank you," she replied, her voice gentle yet filled with an undeniable confidence.

Velzar, still carrying Esta on his shoulder, knelt down next to Genevieve, showcasing a chivalrous gesture. "You truly are radiant," he murmured. "Your smooth skin and those big brown eyes of yours are unparalleled."

Fanatio, her arms folded tightly against her chest, interjected, feeling the need to remind Velzar of her own presence. "I also have brown eyes, you know," she retorted, slightly irritated.

Velzar, dismissing his sister's words with a dismissive wave of his hand, ruffled his tousled silver hair. "Quiet, Fanatio," he teased, a smirk following right after. "Yours is but a cheap imitation of father's."

Fanatio, unamused and unwilling to engage in any further banter, simply rolled her eyes, silently praying for the madness to end.

"Eh, you have beautiful eyes... too," Genevieve did anything to avoid his gaze.

In truth, Velzar's eyes were a masterpiece— crystallized blue eyes that almost looked like shimmering diamonds.

"Of course," he replied proudly.

Genevieve's eyes shifted somewhere else, "Lumiere's are way prettier though," she muttered to herself.