Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!-Chapter 588: A Strange Request - Part 2(18+)

After Viola and Milo were done explaining everything to Raven, the mage sat in silence with his legs crossed for a long time. Silence packed the room and the tension of the royals was making them nervously squirm in their chairs. A week had passed since Milo had learned about Viola's habit of using the toy after they were done making love. And in that time, he'd watched her using it more openly, and to a degree, he couldn't help but get excited seeing the animalistic joys his wife could experience with that toy.

As the duo had grown comfortable with the fantasy of inviting another man into their bedroom, the surrogate father had to be chosen. And in that case, what better man than the chosen hero? A champion of the people, along with someone they knew would be capable of satisfying Viola' urges since the replica was that of his cock.

To their surprise, however, Raven didn't exactly jump into making a decision. Instead, he spent about half an hour contemplating everything, and finally, as he was done, he laid down his own plans for the future.

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"If you want me to do this, then I have a few conditions." Glancing between the nervous duo, Raven waited for their nods before continuing. "First, I do not want to be an absentee father, so the kid can only be born after I've dealt with the forces of evil and the demon lord. Is that possible? If not, you'll just have to wait and figure out another way to calm the population influenced by the nobles."

The tension shifted to Viola–being a spirit of ice, there was one way to do that, but before she could even present it, she looked at her husband for affirmation. Slightly reluctant still, Milo hesitated for a moment, but then, reminding himself of the tense state that they were in, he nodded back at her.

"Alright…" Looking back at Raven, Viola took a deep breath and presented the only way she could uphold Raven's first condition. "As an ice spirit, I'm sure my child would be part ice spirit as well, so if we can get me pregnant, I can freeze the embryo inside of me and only allow the rest of the growth to occur once you've fulfilled your duty as the hero."

"That would do, I suppose. But how would you explain that to the public?" Raven asked, unsure how she could say that she was pregnant and not have the baby by the expected time.

"Well," rolling her eyes upwards, Viola gave the only answer that made sense to her at the moment. "We can just tell them that it takes longer for a spirit to be born. As far as I know, I'm the only spirit in Athenia, so nobody should have any idea whether we're telling the truth or lying."

While the answer was far from ideal, Raven decided to move on to the other conditions and come back to the first in case he felt the need to do so.

"Secondly, I want control of the barrack training–the current methods aren't gonna be enough against horrors, and I want these soldiers to be prepared. Not just to defend Athenia, but also train the next generation of soldiers." A bit surprised by the request, neither Milo nor Viola knew how to react. Given Raven's reputation as a playboy, they had expected him to go for something more self-serving but so far, it seemed as though he was more focused on preparing for a future war.

"That…I think we can arrange that, yes." As soon as Milo gave his response, Raven jumped in with yet another condition.

"Now lastly…" Placing his hands on his knees, Raven let a trickle of his monster flash through his gaze. Clad in a dark aura, his body resembled that of a gargoyle in the pose of a pondering philosopher. "As part fae, I've had problems with another woman who had a child."

Feeling heavily intimidated, the king and the queen sank into their chairs and clutched their armrests tights. Staring back at Raven with their throats now parched, they took a deep gulp and nodded along with his explanation.

"To avoid that, I would advise you to consider this request of yours with the weight that it deserves. For if I give you a child, queen…" Turning his head to Viola, Raven tilted his head to his right. "Then forget that you have a husband, forget what sex feels like with him, forget everything, even your vows to each other, because I'm around you're gonna be my woman. Of course, keep up the pretense for the public, but the last thing I want is to feel that urge to murder someone's child just because they weren't mine."

Having no clue who Raven was talking about, the two were left stunned–even speechless. Such a commitment? Were the two even ready for it? Viola knew her love for Milo couldn't be lightened, for they were soulbound, but if this was needed to get her pregnant, then was it worth it or not?

"You two can play around, act like lovers. But anything beyond holding hands would be off limits. Sleep in the same bed, go ahead, but if you lay a hand on each other beyond that–then forget that your husband or your wife ever existed." His voice distorted as it did while he was in his fae-form, Raven continued to paint the situation more grimm, and yet, the two felt the compulsion to just nod along. "So, speak. Do you still want this child, or would you find another way to handle the unrest amongst the influenced public?"

"C-can we talk for a moment, j-just me and Viola?" Visibly shaken, Milo requested some private time with his wife.

Nodding back at the king, Raven quickly left the room and joined the other girls who'd been waiting for him outside. In the meantime, both the king and the queen sat there in silence. Not having a clue what to say to each other and having second thoughts about the whole situation.

"T-to never touch you romantically, isn't that a bit much?" Said Milo, but as he looked in Viola's direction, he was met with a surprise.

Biting her lower lip, Viola was staring at the seat left empty by Raven. Her eyes were focused on the very spot where his thighs and his balls must've rested. And the thought of getting the mere essence of the real thing was flashing hearts inside Viola's eyes–something the king obviously wasn't expecting.