A Noble Scum With Lust System

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Though he silently hoped the second child was his—and it likely was—Magnus felt confident. After all, he had shared countless nights with Penelope, while Maxwell had only been with her a single time.

Marcus (the cuckold) was happy too. Revealed in his delusion. Among the three vying for power, he prided himself as the only one with an heir.

Fool.

Max's smile curled into something sharper, more dangerous. Both children were his, and only he and the women knew the truth.

***

The days went by quickly and in a matter of the blink of an eye, 3 days had already passed.

Max woke up a bit in a bad mood. Since he had made Maria pregnant he had not been able to have sex with her. In his previous life he was a total virgin and he had no idea if having sex during pregnancy was harmful to the child. He had seen several hentai where they did it like this, but if there was one thing Maxwell could easily say without fear of being wrong, it was that nothing that will happen in a hentai was really realistic. After all, in hentais they even fuck ghosts.

Besides that he was in another world and more than that in a medieval time. The level of medicine in this world was nothing compared to his, and there may even be complications in childbirth.

It hadn't escaped my notice that neither Lucia nor Mother had shown their faces since witnessing the unforgettable scene between Maria and me. As a result, I'd made no progress in mending our strained relationships. They only appeared during family meals, and even then, they went out of their way to sit as far from me as possible, avoiding eye contact like the plague. The moment the last bite was taken, they would retreat to their rooms, leaving me simmering with frustration.

I could have expected this behavior from Mother—she was always distant—but Lucia? That stung. We were supposed to be close. I knew for a fact she whispered my name in the dark, lost in her own desire, and she knew I was aware of it. Sometimes, she even flirted boldly, her words dripping with seduction. So why now? Why the sudden coldness? It was maddening, a puzzle I couldn't ignore.

Another thing that greatly intrigued Maxwell was that it was well known that the royal family practiced incest, supposedly to keep the lineage clean. The strangest thing is that even after several generations of practicing this tradition, they had never had a malformed child or with a congenital disease.

I guess it's a different world, with different rules. Like magic.

Magic

Now that he thought about it, Maxwell found it strange. Apparently magic could only awaken in the nobility. There were none among the common people, it was for this reason that the nobility could rule with an iron fist in this age. It was not necessary to use the church as the ancient nobility did in their world.

Now that he thought about it, Maxwell found it strange. Apparently magic could only be awakened in the nobility. There were none among the common people, which was why the nobility could rule with an iron fist in this era. There was no need to use the church like the ancient nobility did in his world.

Aside from all that, one thing that also has to be kept in mind about magic in this world, is that it was completely intuitive.

There were no grimoires, no magic books. There were no magic circles, no schools of magic. Skills are learned intuitively as a person grows, just like the amount of magic inside them. For that reason, a person who could learn a certain amount of skills at a young age was considered talented. Also, certain skills were more powerful than others.

It all depended on talent and affinity with one's element.

***

Maxwell dressed quickly and walked in the direction of the dining room. It was already an Arriagada custom to always eat as a family.

But it was always a source of stress for Maxwell. And now his own mother and sister avoiding him it's getting on his nerves especially with all the politics that comes with it.

When he got to the dining room, almost everyone was there. All in their respective places, since even in a simple meal everyone sat according to their own state.

Magnus led the way with 16 handcuffs on him, 8 on each side. After that came his sons, with Marcus first, then Mateo and Gerald. Previously after Gerald sat Jhon one of the twins who was only a few months older than him. But now that position was his and Jhon had his previous position. After all the male children, the females came and after all that there was his first sister and her husband, as well as our uncle and his family. Since they were practically no longer part of this family nucleus.

"Hello Maxwell."

"Hello Gerald."

Like every morning for these three days, Gerald tried to start a conversation, but he responded dryly and without encouragement.

Everything went smoothly, until his father came up with a brilliant idea (Sarcasm).

"Maxwell come here, sit next to me."

The entire dining room was silent because of these simple words. Some even dropped their forks and spoons. But Maxwell couldn't openly go against his words.

The position when sitting down to eat was very important in this family and the fact that his father invited him to sit next to him was a sign to others of how much he appreciates him.

From his position, Maxwell could see clearly how Marcus's face turned red and several veins were painted on his forehead.

He immediately got up from his seat and addressed Marcus.

"Brother. Do you want us to change positions?"

His words surprised everyone. It was all about symbolism.

When his father gave him that seat, he showed how much he appreciated it, which alarmed his siblings. But by rejecting that position and handing it over to Marcus, he was also giving a message of disinterest in that position and the power struggles.

Marcus happily agreed and Maxwell sat down in Marcus's old seat with a weary sigh. Max couldn't help looking at Magnus.

What is that old man thinking? Drag me into the power struggles? It's going to take more than this.

And that's how breakfast started. Everything would go back to normal and they would eat their breakfast in peace... Or so Maxwell thought.

When Maxwell was about to eat some fried egg, he felt someone grab his penis. He immediately looked up to see Penelope to his left smiling at him.

She is far less a noblewoman and far more a shameless harlot.

Maxwell smiled to himself. In this world the wives sat to the left of her husband and since he had switched places with Marcus, now Penelope was at her side.

Penelope was so daring that she reached into his pants and began to jerk him off with up and down movements.

Maxwell, like her, was neither a fool nor a prince. He also reached under the tablecloth and out of everyone's sight. When he touched her legs he realized that he was there, she already had her dress rolled up, waiting for him to grope her.

Without thinking twice he began to caress her and quickly went to the slit of her that was already wet. Touching and stroking the fine wet cloth that separated her fingers from Penelope's aroused cunt, Maxwell could not contain himself. He brushed away the fine fabric and dug his finger deep into her.

He looked up to see Penelope lightly biting her lip. He inserted a second finger and watched as she opened her mouth a little breathless. Seeing this, Maxwell began to put both fingers in and out with a progressive increase in speed.

But at the same time that he did it, Penelope also got excited, squeezed her hand and increased the speed of hand moments.

Maxwell was so excited that without knowing it his right hand also moved and caressed the thigh of a leg. But this leg was not Penelope's since it was on his left. On his right was... Rose.

Mateo's wife.

He turned to look at her to see her reaction, but she was looking away, as if she didn't notice his hand that was placed on her soft thick thigh.

Although his hand stroked her thigh over her dress, she still felt amazing.

Temptation overcame him and in an excited state he continued to caress her pink thighs.

As time went by and there was no reaction from her, Maxwell became braver. He moved his hand up and the place where he was slowly caressing until he was centimeters from her vagina, but Rose still did not react or turn to look at him.

It was already obvious to Maxwell that Rose knew he was caressing her and the fact that she didn't say anything, move or even look at him was practically an invitation for him to continue.

With his heart in his hand and with great emotion, Maxwell made the final leap from her thigh to her pink vagina.

With her heart in her hand and with great emotion, Maxwell made the final leap from the thigh to the pink vagina.

This time there was a reaction on his part. He instinctively closed her legs, but didn't turn to look at him or say anything.

At first Maxwell was scared, but observing her reaction closely, he continued stroking. Maxwell stroked Rosa's mount of venus slowly and sensually. Until after a few minutes they themselves slowly spread her legs and Maxwell could comfortably caress Rosa's fleshy vaginal lips over her fine dress.

And just like that, out of nowhere, Maxwell was happy with bliss.

With his left hand he put his fingers in and out of Penelope's wet vagina and with his right hand he caressed Rose's vagina. Besides that, Penelope was jerking him off.

Maxwell couldn't help but raise his head to see Mateo and Marcus. Mateos was happy to be by his side and be able to talk to him and Marcus was happily chatting with his father, while he was fingering his wife.

What a pair of idiots!!

but... I love this family.

***

"Hey, little brother, aren't you hungry?" Mateo asked, intrigued when he saw his plate practically untouched and his hands under the tablecloth.

Who the fuck cares about food!!!

Mind your own damn business men!

Maxwell wanted to scream inside. But he knew he couldn't give any clues about his actions and with a polite smile he assured that he wasn't hungry. But Mateo kept on talking to him to his dismay, in the end he couldn't enjoy his jerk off in peace.

Breakfast ended leaving Maxwell feeling very irritated and initiated.

At first he thought of arranging a meeting with Rosa, but Mateo was always with her. Then he came up with the idea of ​​passing her a note with a meeting place. To his dismay he couldn't find paper and ink.

"Maxwell, I want to talk to you for a second." Magnus intercepted him on the way out of the dining room.

"What's wrong?" Max was very intrigued.

Magnus looked around and whispered in her ear. "It's something very important, but there are a lot of prying eyes here. Better come to my room tonight and we can talk more calmly."

Maxwell was surprised but not wanting to give anyone any clues, he just nodded.

Unable to get hold of Maria or Penelope, Maxwell had nothing to do. His mother and Lucia had not appeared before him since that day, and Rose was always near Mateo.

Maxwell had no choice but to leave the castle to find some entertainment in the city. Which he seriously doubted. At this time Maxwell did not have the large catalog of entertainment from his past life, so he dedicated himself to learning how to fight, mastering his element and moves he created, and reading more about this world in the library.

But he was usually very bored, so he went into town to entertain himself.

How did he do it?

Simple, create a company. Since at that time there was no such thing, Maxwell created a trading group. Something that was not well received by the nobility, since most of the merchants came from low birth.

One of the reasons why his identity was a mystery to all who wondered about the emergence and rapid growth of this business group.

He took a horse from the stable, reached the imposing walls of the castle and ordered the drawbridge to be lowered. With his steed at full capacity he descended to the city of Freta.

He had no one to accompany him or guard him since he was strong enough on his own and wanted to keep his profile as low as possible.

***

The cold, dark walls of the castle shadowed Marcus's seated figure.

The silent turning of the rustic pages was the only thing that could be heard for quite a while.

Penelope was very bored when Marcus did this as he didn't allow even a single whisper in the room when he was managing the territory and castle.

"Can I go somewhere else?" Penelope asked exasperatedly.

"Shut up."

"I'm very bored." Penelope pouted.

"I said QUIET!!" Marcus slammed his fists on the desk with a roar. He stood up from his seat and walked over to Penelope and grabbed her by the neck and slowly strangled her before Penelope's shocked eyes.

"Don't think that because you're sleeping with my father, you have the right to decide anything in this castle." Marcus looked her straight in the eyes with a completely cold and calm look on his face. "Now sit obediently like the object you are."

Coff coff

Penelope grabbed her throat with fear and terror in her eyes. Tears couldn't help but flow out but despite all that, she didn't make a sound.

"Take good care of the child in your womb, it's an excellent tool." Marcus murmured coldly.

***

Rose watched as Mateo paced back and forth across the room. His nerves were so high that he began to bite his nails while muttering illegible things.

"Marcus has beaten me to it. With an heir under his belt, he's one step ahead of us." He murmured worriedly.

"Let's just do one." Rose smiled suggestively as she spread her legs and grabbed a tit.

Mateo looked at her for a moment before laughing briefly and continuing to pace back and forth.

Rose sighed with disappointment, she was already 18 years old and had not had any sexual relationship with Mateo or any other man.

"Wait." Mateo turned around and looked at her. A glimmer of hope sprouted in Rose's heart. "You could have a child with a guard!"

"What?!!" Rosa stood up angrily. "Are you suggesting I sleep with a filthy, miserable guard?"

"I know some who would be more than willing for a few coins." Mateo nodded as he felt the idea was becoming more and more feasible.

"Are you really thinking about it?" Rose gritted her teeth in anger.

"If I have an heir I will be on par with Marcus, add that to my plans it is almost certain that I will be the next Duke of Rodmandia." Marcus turned to look at her. "And you are the mistress of these lands. You just have to make a small sacrifice."

Rose clenched her fists in disbelief.

"Do I need to remind you that those guards are mere commoners?"

Mateo sank into deep contemplation. The nobility's dominance over commoners stemmed solely from their prized magical bloodlines. When a noble had a child with a commoner, there was an 80% likelihood the offspring would be born devoid of mana or any elemental affinity. The odds of producing a child blessed with both were a mere 5%, a rarity so slim it bordered on Impossible.

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