30 Backdoor Exploration...Completed! (R-18)

"What do you want?" Captivated by Mithras' offer but convinced that his new helper wouldn't be doing all this for free, the crown prince asked. 

"50,000 ener crystals and the barony of Ruba." Mithras gave his price, turning Prince Lysander's face into an ugly grimace. 

"That much wealth, land, and title, all to help kill a servant? Are you mad? Or are you going mad?" Lysander asked in shock, unable to believe that Mithras' appetite was that big. 

"To risk Cassandra's rage, secure my future, and make sure you get what you want without causing a rift between you and your father, doesn't the price feel reasonable?" Mithras asked with a radiant smile, and pulled out the credentials of the Astalon treasury, motioning for the crown prince to make a transfer. 

"Fine. I will give you the ener crystals first. When I get my chance to slit Mithras' throat, you can get the land and title deeds." Painfully aware that without help, he had no hope to slit Mithras' throat and get back Honoria, Lysander caved in, milking the wealth he'd inherited from his late mother to buy Mithras' assistance. The moment the money landed in House Astalon's official account, Mithras transferred it to his personal Sid Card. Taking a moment to appreciate the extra digits on his account. 

He was rich. 

"Here." Tapping his storage ring, Mithras summoned two items: a sky-blue crystal mat and a transparent fragrance jar. 

Lysander recognized the mat instantly, an upper first-class meditation mat that templars could use to improve the result of their Outer Flame Meditation. 

"This should be more than enough to help you distract their majesties and keep them busy during the wedding ceremony. Just execute the plan I've given you, and you can lead your men to ambush Mithras during his wedding. Cassandra will not be there to stop you," Mithras said and stood up, tapping the crown prince on the shoulder. 

"To make things credible, first make a small trip to the Sanctuary and venture as far as you can afford to. Arian di Astalon could go into the Sanctuary and come out unscathed, so with your resources and strength, as long as you don't go beyond the first territory, it should be fine. 

That's all I can do for you. As for whether or not you can kill Mithras, that's on you. With that said, I have a lot of work to do. Prince Lysander, it was nice doing business with you. The stars didn't deceive me. You do have…a king's destiny," Lysander couldn't see it, but the moment Mithras said that last part, white flames flashed in his eyes.

"I'm counting on you, lord…" Prince Lysander was about to thank Mithras when he realized he still didn't know his mysterious advisor's name. Sadly for the crown prince, Mithras vanished before he could ask his name—keeping the mysterious custodian's identity a secret. 

"Never mind. I will have the chance to ask him when I give him the land and title deeds. The priority now is to make sure I can slit that hateful Mithras' throat and steal Honoria during the wedding ceremony." The crown prince reasoned, and with a spring in his step, left to gather his bodyguards for an expedition into the deadliest war zone of the Purple Dawn Continent: the Sanctuary. 

Meanwhile, Mithras walked through Cassandra's courtyard, which following the events in his apartment, had turned into his new residence. A slimthick beauty awaited inside, dressed in a transparent mini dress and sticking her big butt out. 

The juicy ass cheeks shook left and right, dancing on a string of elastic beads that vibrated in the beauty's ass. 

"Ahh…life. Beautiful…" This magnificent scene put a smile on Mithras' lips, and he dived in, grabbing the beauty's butt, and squeezing her supple cheeks. 

"Mhm…" long, red hair cascaded at the beauty's back, covering the lewd look on her face. But Mithras wanted to see that look, and so reached for the beauty's face, brushing her hair to the side and revealing her scarlet eyes.

If not Cassandra, who else could it be? 

"Absolute monarchy truly is a curse. No matter how you manage it, there will come a day that the only heir to the throne is either a child or a complete idiot—sometimes both," Mithras sighed at the crown prince's world-class stupidity. 

"All systems are flawed. There's no way around it. Systems were made for people, and people are flawed by design. 

In a time when war mongering is commonplace, long-term policies and quick responses necessary for the group's survival, an absolute form of leadership becomes a must-have. 

There's a reason why across the globe, monarchy is so common. We're still in a time when we need it to survive one another's greed. When the time comes to transcend it, have no doubt that we will." Cassandra had a different perspective, and remembering 21st-century Earth, Mithras nodded in approval—tapping his storage ring to summon a large bottle of pink oil. 

"Body massage is 5,000 ener crystals. Praise the lord for the Free Access Card, or I would have emptied your bank account before the morning bells rang at the Three Way Church." Mithras said while unbottling the pink oil, pouring some on his hands, and some more on Cassandra's thighs.

With a playful smile, the Human Aphrodisiac rubbed up a down, slowly climbing his way from Cassandra's slim legs up to her supple ass—squeezing her cheeks in his rogue hands before spreading her butt open, revealing the beads rotating in the matriarch's ass and the soaked cunt and underneath. 

The Human Aphrodisiac leaned in, flicking his tongue across Cassandra's slit, and sucking her juice before resuming his massage. 

"Ohhh…I will praise the lord when you give up on that silly dream. Till then…praise me for having groomed such a fine…mhm…pair of hands," Cassandra whimpered, gasping as Mithras' hands went from her thighs to her lower back, rubbing and squeezing her cheeks along the way. 

Always ready to respond to provocation, Mithras raised his right hand, swinging at Cassandra's ass.

A loud smacking sound echoed in the bedroom. Mithras' Thunderclap talent kicked in, causing jolts of electricity to sweep through Cassandra's veins. 

"Ohhh…how…are you doing this?" Confused by this novel sensation, Cassandra asked. But Mithras ignored her, and to keep things even, met the matriarch's other booty cheek with a proper swing. 

Another smack, another series of vibration waves, and Cassandra arched her back, her inner thighs clenching as her jaw dropped and her cunt sprayed jets of love juice. 

"Ohhh…oof. Dear lord…ahh…aren't you worried that…ahhh, Honoria will betray you to that thing in the royal palace?" Cassandra asked between a series of ass-smacking. Red prints covered the matriarch's clappable cheeks. And once he no longer had room to add more prints, Mithras paused, letting Cassandra's body adjust to the vibration waves while rubbing his index at the entrance of her cunt. 

"Nah…she is playing double agent and can't contact it as she likes. But more importantly…she has consumed my essence for six hours straight, powered by my Exalted Sense and our aphrodisiacs. Honoria hasn't realized it yet, but her body belongs to me, and it won't be long before her soul does as well.

Custom demands that the bride doesn't see the groom till the wedding night…yet I can bet my ass and fingers that the noble hussy will be on her way back before the evening…hungrier than ever…all for me," Mithras said with a wolfish grin, unbuckling his pants, and resting his erect cock between Cassandra's cheeks. 

At first, hearing that Honoria would be back for more of Mithras, Cassandra's mood soured. But once the Human Aphrodisiac started pulling the beads out of her ass, causing more friction in her vibrating body, Cassandra forgot about the competition, sliding down so that Mithras' cock aimed at her butt hole. 

"Anal…is 60,000," the Human Aphrodisiac pushed in, spreading Cassandra's backdoor with his meaty cock. 

"Praise the Lord for the Free Access Card…tonight I'm getting three million worth of shots." Her eyes glazed with lust, Cassandra whimpered, lifting her butt to greet Mithras' shaft. 

Unbeknown to Cassandra, Duke Luther stood outside, with his ear pressed on the door, listening to his wife moaning under her godson's cock. 

<Ding! Ding!>

<Hidden Quest: Backdoor Exploration…completed>