Scum Noble With Lust System!

I woke up feeling totally calm and joyful. I turned my head slightly and saw how my penis rested on Maria's face. I looked down to rejoice at the sight of Maria's still naked body.

My penis couldn't help but get erect again, but I shook my head, trying to push those ideas out of my mind. I couldn't let myself be carried away by lust and forget the rest.

I got up quickly and changed, using the last second to tuck Maria in and suck on her heavenly tits before reluctantly leaving.

It was very late at night, and hardly anyone was awake, which allowed me to quickly get to my room, where I found my mother already asleep in bed. It didn't take me long to climb in and settle down.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I reached into my mother's nightgown and grabbed her big tits. This brought a smile to my face, and I soon drifted off to the land of dreams.

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The next day, I was awakened by the continual knocking on my room's door, but I was reluctant to get up.

It was my mother who rose and opened the door.

"Lady Olivia, my lord has ordered young master Maxwell to report to the great lord at once."

Olivia Lucio gave a puzzled look, but after just a second, and ignoring my complaints, she dragged me, bathed me, and dressed me at the fastest possible speed.

I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me; meeting my father was a rare occurrence, and his unexpected summons added an extra layer of uncertainty to the encounter.

It didn't take long for my thoughts to drift back to my incredible night yesterday.

Could my father have found out somehow?

But how?

He's the lord of the castle; it's impossible for him not to know what happens within it. But if he knew everything, why didn't he execute those two guards? That doesn't make any sense!

I rubbed my head in frustration. The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became. I felt my anxiety creeping up as I followed the guard.

When the guiding guard stopped in front of a large double-paneled wooden door, I felt my heart stop for a brief moment.

The guard didn't wait for me to compose myself and pushed the big door open wide, revealing what was inside.

To my surprise, a scene unfolded before me.

In the distant corner of the room, a congregation had formed—the entirety of my family. Dominating the center was my father, a striking man in his 40s with short platinum blonde hair and an unwavering expression. Surrounding him were his twelve wives, my mother, and Maria, each strategically positioned based on the varying degrees of favoritism my father held for them.

True to form, my mother occupied the far-left end, while Maria found her place on his right side, securing the fourth position—a deliberate balance, not too distant, yet not overly close.

In addition to them, the great hall housed two of my father's old advisers behind him and a Bishop of the Church of the Goddess Razellia, the goddess of destruction, curses, and misfortune, with two older, sexy nuns standing behind the Bishop.

"Maxwell, come here," my father spoke with his characteristic authoritative tone, which commanded respect by its very sound.

"Yes, sir father." I did not dare to hesitate and, lowering my head, walked in his direction.

"That is good," my father spoke again, prompting me to stop completely in the middle of the room.

"Today is a very important day in your life, Maxwell," my father intoned in a solemn voice.

I couldn't help but lift my head in confusion. All I could see was that everyone shared the same solemn expression, except for my mother, who was looking at me with great concern.

Beads of sweat formed on my brow as the notion of being exposed crossed my mind. However, my father's subsequent words both shocked me and brought a surprising wave of relief.

"Today marks the assessment of your magical aptitude."

I let out a small sigh of relief, contemplating the situation.

Evidently, the inhabitants of this world not only acknowledged the existence of magic but also possessed the ability to discern it.

Despite my five years here, I had harbored doubts about its existence, having never witnessed anyone wielding it. After all, magic in a magical society should be used to ease living conditions; it could do wonders.

"Please, Counselor Gramn," my father waved his hand disdainfully, and one of the two elders behind him stepped forward and walked in my direction.

Once he was in front of me, he pulled a dagger from his hip. Against my will, he took my hand and slashed it hard, making me grit my teeth in pain as I held my wrist and looked at the large, deep wound on my hand.

I couldn't help but throw a resentful look at the old man, to which he responded with a look of disdain.

But no one in the room paid attention to our interaction. Instead, everyone was entirely focused on the great stream of blood dripping from my hand.

The blood fell to the ground and, as if by magic, began to move on its own, forming cryptic and indecipherable patterns.

The blood created a variety of signs on the ground before gathering in one place, which moments later began to float a few meters from the ground, visible to all—including the aching me, who had stopped concentrating on my wound and was now staring at the fascinating scene.

The large drop of blood began to rotate rapidly, and within seconds, its color completely changed from dark red to deep blue. But before I could ask what it meant, a loud rumble echoed throughout the room.

"Rumble!"

"BOOOOOMMMM!!!"

The small stained-glass windows that adorned the great hall shattered, and several women in the room jumped in fright.

Contrary to the women's reactions, my father and the other men wore excited looks. My father, in particular, had a weirdly big smile on his face.