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Chapter 9 by TVWintergreen TVWintergreen

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Branch A - Bathhouse Caper (Male Side)

You did not want to confide with Kara and Jeane about your gender and who you were. Because of that, the only real solution was to split up. As you watched your Mother and Step-Father walk into the bathhouse you urged them to give it a little bit so that things would not line up so poorly. Ten minutes was about all you could muster in asking them to wait. Eventually Jeane urged that you all head inside, since you had placed her in a humiliating maid costume. You thought it looked pretty good, but she didn’t like it apparently.

“Alright… You’re both my servants technically, so you’ll have to come in with me, but once we actually get in I’m pretty sure we can split up without much issue. I’ll… go to the male side.” You said hesitantly.

“Why does that bother you?”

“N-no reason.” You blushed.

“No reason?” Kara tried to get close, but you kept her at bay.

“No reason! Get off!” You insisted, making your way to the front. As expected you all slipped past with a healthy combination of money, status and appearance. A young man with two cute young servants of demi-human status in Teor. It was a sign of great wealth.

Your plan was to get into the changerooms, then let the two girls split off. You would find a secluded spot in the bath that was coated in steam, soak and then get out. It was a solid strategy, especially since the crowd had thinned out a bit. Though you realised once you entered the main bath that you had been coping. Despite the mask you wore, despite the plan, there would be no way to get through without being seen. You quickly turned, deciding that it would be better to come clean than to get caught in a male bath as a young lady. Just as you were about to turn and get out of there you heard a whispered word.

“Fiona?” You gulped and tried to make your voice sound deeper, since the source of the question was Sam, your Step-Father.

“Who?” You asked without turning around.

“I can tell you're changing your voice.” He cornered you in the changing room, blocking sight of you from other men in the hall with his own fat body. As you were about to protest with your back against the wall he added, pointing down.

“That’s the sword I bought you for your birthday.”

“Okay fine! It’s me.” You whispered back.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked with a brow raised.

“In general or…”

“Here and in general, I guess.” He glanced over his shoulder, angling himself a bit more as a blocker with his hand planted on the wall beside your head. You cocked your head to one side and sighed.

There was no more stalling. “Okay. I don’t want to get married yet. I want to find Fin. I came here to get an emblem for free movement. But I ran into some circumstances so now I’m a bit stuck.”

“Oh.” Sam rubbed his chin.

You stared up at him as he looked at you thoughtfully. Samead, when he met your mother, was actually extremely handsome. Like your mother he had dark brown hair and intelligent brown eyes. By the time he began seeing your Mother he was a trader that had been all over the world. He was influential in Orr as the child of a Patrician and he was a skilled politician himself. Though, over the few years he spent married, his body lost most of its definition until a far dumpier version of himself stood before you with a posture that had far too much confidence for his appearance. You felt it was a crime what she did to his handsome self.

He finally said after much thought. “You said ‘yet.’ It’s not that much of a problem on our end. I think both your Mother and I agree on that. Mostly, we’re just pretty upset that you left without saying anything.”

“So you came down here and dressed Mom up like a floozy while tracking me down?”

“Hey.” He said firmly, pointing.

“She and I both like that kinda thing. We’re taking a break. Since we’re two kingdoms over and no one knows us here, we can act however we want.” He furrowed his brow.

“But… about your Brother. Fin.”

“Don’t tell me it’s a lost cause. I know you don’t really care and I know Mom gave up already. I even heard you two making plans to have another.”

He scoffed. “Marrien never gave up… She’d be sad to hear you say that. We never stopped investing in Incursion and Layer research at the Academy.”

“Wait, what?” You didn’t know that.

“I’ve been helping her put money in various places. Believe me, Fiona.” He whispered.

“There are a lot of people that have a steep interest in getting your Brother back. He bent down to get closer, as if the information he was about to say was especially guarded.

“Cheshire may lose its status as an Archduchy when your Grandfather passes. There are no heirs with as strong a claim as your Brother and your Father. Both disappeared overnight. It’s been a slow-moving disaster for the past decade or more. The best we can do is make a Reonan Prince into a Cheshan Archduke and hope that he won't be a puppet of their side of things.”

“Wait… That means I’m supposed to be-”

“Archduchess? Yeah. We weren’t sending you away. This is the culmination of a long plan. Also, you’re not a weak girl. You can handle some snotty prince from Reon.”

Your lips curled up perceptibly and your cheeks flushed. “Thanks Daddy.”

He patted you on the shoulder. “Of course.” He paused, glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody was looking.

“Now what the fuck do we do about this situation, here. You weren’t actually thinking-”

“Of course not! I was going to turn around and leave… It’s too crowded.”

Sam was relieved. “Good. I think you might pass for a boy if someone squints, but-”

“The fuck did you just say?” You bent forward, eye twitching.

Sam leaned back as you leaned forward. “That’s what you’re trying to do!” He argued loudly, before drawing some idle stares. He remembered to keep his voice down, as did you. You were still glowering at him, however.

“Point is-”

“What part of me passes for a boy when I’m actually trying?” You whispered indignantly at him.

“I mean…” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Your chest is low C. Your hip to waist is a bit shallow and you’re pretty toned.” He paused, noticing that you were about to overflow with anger.

“Your…” He tried to think.

“Your legs are good.”

“Oh, thank you.” You said sarcastically.

Sam took a deep inhale, stepped back and raised both hands placatingly. “I’m sure you don’t wanna actually have this discussion with your stepdad. I’m only saying it because you asked.” He claimed diplomatically.

You stepped after him and prodded your finger into his chest. “You saying you wouldn’t do… do ‘things’ with me if you had a mandate to?”

He noticed people were actually looking so he took you by the shoulders and pulled you out, away from everyone. You stumbled ahead as he urged you out of the mens changing room. Once you two were in the hall he scoffed and asked.

“A ‘mandate’, Fiona? Really? Would I if I had a ‘mandate?’”

You smirked. “Yeah! Try me.” You held your arms out wide, daring him.

“I… like women with wider hips and bigger breasts, Fiona.” You said seriously.

“Also it’s an attitude thing. Marrien’s basically the ideal woman for me. So yeah, even with a mandate I’d probably pass. I only stand to lose from doing anything with that.”

You were stunned. “If… you didn’t stand to lose?”

Sam shrugged and offered bluntly. “Yeah, probably.”

You stuck your tongue out. “Ew, gross. You’re my stepdad. I’m telling mom you said you’d fuck me if you wouldn’t lose anything from it.”

A vein appeared on the man’s forehead. “You damn brat!”

“Joking.” You waved at him dismissively.

“I like you too much to get rid of you like that.”

He rubbed his eyes as he let out an exhausted sigh. Sam stepped in to hug you. “I know.”

You hugged him back and whispered one last tiny jab. “No one has to know.” For a moment his embrace tightened. You looked up. He was staring down inquisitively.

“You mean that?”

“Eh?” Your lips curled into an awkward smile.

“I mean…”

You were led into a small closet with many towels and sheets. It was tile with a drain in the middle of the floor. There was dim light coming in through a very tiny window up high.

“How do you wanna do this?” Sam asked, following you in.

“Heh… What do you mean? You don’t know what to do?” You asked nervously. For you, you did not know what to do at all. You were stalling.

Sam lifted his bushy brow and ran his fat hand through his greasy brown hair. Both you and him had avoided the bath you both sorely needed. He shook his head and told you.

“I know what to do. I got a bunch of things I could do to you but for the sake of-”

“Bulshit.” You interjected. His eye twitched and you continued to deride him

“I get my Mom likes you, but what can you do to me?” You stood confidently and smirked at Sam, daring him with your eyes.

He breathed out slowly. “Outta respect for your-”

“Oh come on.” You laughed nervously.

“Aren’t you just stalling?”

He grew calm. “You want it?”

“Sure. If you can handle-”

“You know there’s a phenomenon with women? You’re a strong girl-” As you opened your mouth to once again awkwardly and boisterously interject out of mild insecurity you were stopped as he snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Ah ah…” He lifted a finger and moved it in a circle in front of you.

“No talking. Listen to my voice and watch.” You watched and before you could answer he kept going at a steady, monotonous pace.

“No talking. You’re listening and watching. Listen to the sound of my voice. The words don’t matter, let the words slip through and just focus on the sound.” Your mouth fell open as you watched his lips moving. You heard the sound of his voice, tuned like a metronome in your head, but you couldn’t figure out what he was saying, but you were nodding along. Time blended into one solid chunk of maybe a few conscious seconds, then you were startled by the sound and sight of fingers snapping in front of your face.

“You’re a strong girl.”

“Y-yeah?” You gulped.

“Move my arm.” He wrapped his hand around your neck lightly. You grabbed his wrist but couldn’t move it at all.

“S-so strong!?” You uttered in shock, now using all your might as he casually pushed you onto your back.

“What’d I teach you, Fiona?”

“Don’t underestimate men?” She answered.

“No even me.” He slowly lifted your legs up. You noticed for the first time that you were naked. Your strong, tightly wound muscles did not stand a chance for his dumpy self lifting your legs and folding them back behind your arms.

“Teasing men… urging them on… daring them… acting like a little slutty brat that’s basically asking for it. I taught you better. Now we’re here and you know why you needed to be careful? Why I drilled all those things into you?”

“Why?”

“Because now… Just like this, your quest is over.”

You stared up at him breathlessly. “What? How?” The oddest thing happened. He moved and you heard the sound before you felt anything. It was the sound of a loud smack, followed by a much more meaty feeling and sound of his big body landing down on your much more perky figure. You ass was upturned and looking down, you saw it as well with your heightened senses before feeling it. His huge cock disappeared into your cunt, then pulled out and it was all so fast. When the sensation caught up you threw your head back and before your first moan could be let out he kept going. Slap slap slap slap slap. Rapidly and without rest or remorse. You came, your asshole clenched and your back arched, but he kept going and as wetness overflowed there was a sound of squelching and clapping and your voice joined the chorus.

“D-daddy!?” You gasped, your toes curling as you tried to move, but each time you did his body fell on yours, pressing you into the ground.

“If I…” He panted.

“Can’t trust you to not fall so easily to any bastard that isn’t me… I’m gonna have to step in.” He sighed, stopping for just a moment. You were breathing heavily and twitching. Your ass was squirming back and forth with his cock still stuck inside your cunt.

“Now be a good girl and smile. Tell daddy-” he whispered in your ear, then before you had a chance to think, he kept hammering you.

You smiled and tearfully said. “Th-thanks you daddy for ending m-my quest! Thank you~ Thank you~ Thank you!” You gushed, going crazy as he finally hilted in you and came.

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