Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 279 Lucid dream room, but it’s not sexual, I swear? (R-18)

Chapter 279 Lucid dream room, but it's not sexual, I swear? (R-18)

Note: All these events are happening in their heads, in other words they aren't having sex with anyone who isn't Lumiere, in other words it isn't NTR. I had to explain this now just in case.

White Dragon Labyrinth Exploration Arc.

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(POV: Akashic Records)

Stellaria gazed up at the towering statue before her.

"This is Artoria," she told them.

Ophelia, captivated by the spectacle, repeated the name in disbelief.

"Artoria?"

Stellaria nodded, her voice now carrying the laziest form of reverence possible.

"Yes, Artoria, the renowned Dragon Slayer. She walked this earth long before Saint Melcius, the hero most know today, and the one who vanquished the nefarious dragon Valtara."

Fanatio, ever the keen observer, furrowed her brow and pondered the significance. "That's strange," she mused, rubbing her chin.

Genevieve, intrigued by Fanatio's remark, prompted her for an explanation. "Hm? What'd you mean?" she asked.

There was an analytical thought in Fanatio's eyes and then she elaborated.

"The Pendragon family is renowned for its lineage of dragon slayers. It seems lackluster to attribute the title of Dragon Slayer to someone like Artoria who isn't even from the Pendragon family. And also, disrespectful to our image."

Stellaria, contemplative in her response, rubbed her chin, weighing both possibilities.

"Fanatio may be right," she conceded.

"Naturally," Fanatio nodded confidently with arms folded.

"Or she may be wrong."

"Ack!" Fanatio uttered under her breath, partly irked.

Ruri looked at the statue and then said, "Wow, Artoria looks like she must've been a great and powerful woman..."

"Nah, she was a massive bitch, her and Aurelia..."

"Aurelia? Wait what...?" said Genevieve.

"Never mind, I've said too much," Stellaria casually changed the subject.

Genevieve's eyes narrowed as she stared at Stellaria.

Naturally, anyone who heard the name Aurelia knew what it was associated with as no one else could share a name with a superior figure.

Just like how no one could answer the name Grey, or James. Because it belonged to kings.

"Oh yeah, Fanatio? One more thing." Stellaria lifted a finger.

"Yeah?" she replied.

"Look up on the evil demonic dragon— Azi Dhaka, you should learn more about the Pendragons from there... That's if there's still any texts on that tale..."

"Azi Dhaka?"

Anastasia, feeling the impatience creeping within the group, interjected, "This is all fascinating, but how does it help us make progress? We're meant to be moving forward yunno."

Stellaria snapped her fingers, having just realized they were way off track.

"Ah, I almost forgot," she said, tapping her chin absentmindedly, her left eye still closed.

"Y-You actually forgot?" Ruri mentioned, a hint of shock and disappointment rubbing against her voice.

But this was the wrong claim.

Stellaria didn't forget, she was simply too lazy to remember.

"Oh well, back to business..."

Stellaria redirected her attention, her gaze was once more focused on the colossal statue.

"Where is it..."

"Was it here?"

"No, it was here..."

"Nah, I'm pretty sure Merlin hid that rock here..."

"Damn it, why didn't that idiot make it easier for me..."

She circled around it, methodically pushing bricks and searching for an answer.

Finally, she pushed a particular brick, and in an instant, the statue split open, revealing a pristine white room.

"What's in there?" Luna asked, partly attracted by then emptiness and total whiteness of the space.

Anastasia sighed. "How many strange places do we have to enter today."

"Jeez, there's nothing ever good about white rooms..." Ruri already felt uncomfortable.

"Doesn't matter," said Fanatio, easily dismissing Ruri's complaints confidently. "Let's just head in, unless you're planning on turning back."

This was her way of challenging the group to follow her lead.

Genevieve, usually pragmatic, shrugged and resigned herself to their fate.

"I guess we have no choice," she muttered, accepting the inevitable.

Without further hesitation, they all ventured into the room, their eyes scanning the surroundings with anticipation.

Luna, almost always observant felt a sinking feeling in her gut.

"There's nothing here," she whispered. "Not even a door to the next level."

Even in the silence, there wasn't an escapable echo for her voice.

Still, Fanatio remained confident and calm. "We'll just go back then," she said.

But as she turned to retreat, her eyes widened in horror.

Another white space greeted her, the entrance they had walked through vanished without a trace.

"Ahem," Fanatio cleared her throat, eyes shut in contemplation.

"W-what do we do now...?" Ruri was ready to panic.

Anastasia pat her on the back. "Calm down, Ruri."

"There's no reason to get all worked up," said Fanatio.

"( However, we're also fucked... )" (Also Fanatio)

Fanatio turned her gaze to Stellaria. "Stellaria?"

Stellaria responded to Fanatio's distress call. "Yes, Fanny Penny?" she answered.

Fanatio gestured the disappearance of the door, "The opening's gone.."

Stellaria's eyes darted to the spot Fanatio pointed, confirming the truth they all dreaded.

Panic swept through the girls, their screams shattering the once-silent atmosphere.

Stellaria, unfazed by their hysteria, blocked her ears and let out an exasperated sigh. "You're all so noisy," she muttered under her breath.

Suddenly, without warning, white clouds began to materialize around their legs.

Ruri, her voice trembling, voiced her confusion.

"Wh-wh-what are these white clouds?" she stammered.

Ophelia drew her sword as quick as the wind.

She immediately took charge of the situation.

"Luna, Ruri, Anastasia, stay close to me," she commanded.

But before they could react, the white clouds engulfed them all, the world around them fading into a blinding whiteness.

In the midst of the engulfing haze, Genevieve cautiously opened her eyes, searching for her companions.

But to her surprise, she couldn't see a thing.

The darkness enveloped her, obscuring her view of everything around her.

Panic began to well up inside her as she realized that she couldn't hear anyone either.

"Where's everyone?" she called out into the void, her voice echoing into emptiness.

Left and right, Genevieve frantically turned her head, desperately searching for any sign of her friends.

"Fanatio?" she called out, worry weighing on her voice.

"Stellaria?"

"Ophelia?"

But her calls were met with silence, causing her heart to sink deeper into a pit of uncertainty.

Just as despair threatened to consume her, Genevieve noticed a gentle cloud materializing before her eyes.

Confusion etched across her face as she observed the cloudy figure taking shape.

It was turning into something...

"Huh?" she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling slightly.

Or maybe, someone...

As the cloud solidified, revealing the silhouette of a person, Genevieve's heart raced with anticipation.

"Is anyone there?" she asked.

But the silence persisted, leaving her alone with her unanswered question.

"What's going on with this place?"

Genevieve questioned herself.

There was a lot of uncertainties and confusions in the empty white room.

But her thoughts were quickly interrupted as a figure materialized out of thin air behind her.

Startled, she instinctively spun around, only to find Lumiere standing there, his hand gently placed on her butt.

Shock and anger surged through her as she jerked away from his touch, escaping his grasp.

"Who's there?" she demanded.

But before she could react further, Lumiere revealed himself.

"Oh Genny, always so jumpy... It's me, your big brother... Lumiere."

Genevieve scoffed. "That can't be. Lumiere isn't this tall," she argued, she spoke with pride. "He's 161.4 centimeters."

Lumiere merely vanished into smoke and reappeared behind her once more, this time wrapping his arms around her waist.

A blush crept onto Genevieve's cheeks as Lumiere whispered into her ear, his warm breath causing her to shiver.

"How do you know that much accurate detail about me?" he teased.

Genevieve blushed ever so slightly and exclaimed, "Well, of course!"

Lumiere, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, playfully blew a gentle breath into Genevieve's ear, causing her cheeks to turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

A soft, pleasurable moan escaped her lips, as she surrendered to the delightful sensation.

With utmost tenderness, Lumiere's hands glided downwards, eventually coming to rest upon Genevieve's crotch.

In awe, he remarked, "Oh my, is it always this wonderfully warm down here?"

Genevieve, desperately trying to suppress her mounting pleasure, sternly replied, "Shut up!"

Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, that alone was proof of how hard her virgin body was fighting against this sort of pleasure.

Meanwhile, within the confines of Genevieve's undergarments, a slow and steady dampness began to form.

Her juices, ever so gradually, seeped from her tightly shut pussy, gradually saturating her delicate panties.

Masuta Pisu (Masterpiece).