Even though I said fuck Missions. Looking at this lass who didn’t even seem like a pure innocent girl, started to ruin my drive.

She spread her legs, reached down, and spread her valley’s lips. This was not something an innocent girl would do. This was something an experienced brothel worker would do. I would not damn well sleep with someone else, woman or plaything. I had standards even if they were low enough to sleep with a commoner.

I sat back on my legs, pulling out the enchanted notebook. Flipping it open, I saw the mission details.

“Are you coming in or not?” She suggested what I took for her trying to be seductive.

“No, go put on your clothes and leave.”

I stopped bothering with her.

She stared at me in confusion. Her head lowered and saw that my member that was like a sword shrunk into a dagger. She huffed and rolled out of bed. Grabbing her clothes while cursing up a storm about me not keeping my word and being short dick prick.

However, the mission details grabbed my attention.

Mission Description: A Royal Crown Prince’s bastard daughter is being hunted by rival Princes and foreign Prince’s forces. The Crown Prince has put up half a million gold rounds to protect his daughter for an unknown amount of time. Picture of the Princess is on the next page.

Note for Skull: As the nearest and strongest assassin organization nearby. We passed down this task to you. We will also provide intel and reward bonus. Upon successfully completing this task, you will be promoted to a Cardinal and given greater access.

Target: Blonde hair, green eyes, high cheekbones. Medium chest, slim waist, round bottom, short legs. Overall height of one point six meters. Currently believes she is a small baron daughter, in the South Raven Duchy. Has low magical aptitude...

I glanced up at the door being slammed. Commander Norwood walked in with the little beastkin girl.

“I have a protection mission. See what you can find out about the classes of Lady Sybell Isley. She should be low talent and placed in utility class for nobles.” I commanded, while moving to the couch.

My magic reached out and brought the slave to me. Dropping her in front of me, on her knees.

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“Use your mouth to get me happy.” I commanded.

The beastkin face scrunched up and she pressed against my thighs like she was going to rise. A swift stare silenced her objections and she started that teary-eyed stuff. Lowering her head down to take me into her mouth.

At least she was smart enough not to bite, even if it was terrible work.

“My lord, there is a lady by the name of Sybell awaiting in the lounge. Should I show her to a guest room?” he suggested.

“Yes, set her up with a room and guard retinue if hers isn’t strong enough. Also, provide her with one of our beauty nourishing rings with a storage space. Make sure it has a beacon in it” I waved my hand dismissively, flipping through the contents of the enchanted notebook.

Trying to get an understanding of what kind of forces I would have to prepare against. I only spared one glance at the door closing as the beastkin girl worked poorly at getting me back into the mood that little merchant girl ruined.

Tsk, I forgot to warn Norwood to kick her out.

Hobbies: Princess Sybell likes to paint natural scenery. She prefers walking to beautiful spots and setting up a stall to paint the landscape. Commonly only takes Master level Knights as guards. She has liking for sweet pastries with creme covering. She is not well liked by her peers. Being noble that can only hang around merchants and knights offsprings. While her magical aptitude is low, her intelligence is said to be exceptional. Have not found evidence of this, thus I must remark this may be a rumor.

I rolled my eyes at the intel gathered remark. Such a dumbass, haha.

Sighing, I pulled the girl up. She was really terrible at this but what could I expect. She might not have been a Princess but it was still clear to tell she was well taken care of. She was too soft to be of commoner origins but her knees were darkened. She probably did some kind of work involving kneeling with her mother. List of such things entered my mind but it didn’t matter.

I lifted the girl up and pushed her onto her knees. Ignoring the trembling lips or the waterworks in her eyes. I pushed right in between her valley’s entrances, having to use a thumb to keep myself from bending. I positioned myself for short strokes as she adjusted to my uninvited entry.

My arms hung down at my side as I barely moved my hips. It wasn’t until I felt her loosening up that I began pulling back, letting the tip rest before slamming home.

Her body jerked forward, her hands reaching back to push at my hips. I gripped her biceps and pulled her back, digging my knees into the cushions as I followed her running posture. I finally couldn’t take anymore of her running, so I threw her on the bed.

Climbing in after her.

I fought her onto her stomach and sat on the back of her thighs, slipping back in.

“Stop fighting!” I pushed her head in while speaking gently.

Wasn’t this the time of things people being tortured hate the most? Being told to stop fighting in a soft calm voice? Like it would help them stop feeling the pain?

I guess I was a hypocrite, for I continued thrusting my views upon her. It didn’t matter whether she liked it or not. Whether she was enjoying it or not. I knew I was and that was all that mattered.

Maybe, I should do something to fix my karma.