As soon as Lucifer switched on the sunstone light bulbs, the entrance hall of the Holygrill family lit up as bright as daylight.
And then he saw… what he had never wanted to see.
A short distance away in the hall stood two thrones… and on either side of those thrones were two enormous king-size beds.
But that wasn't what was gnawing at Lucifer's mind. On one of those beds, two people were going at it, having sex. Lucifer didn't mind that part at all; he had almost completely adopted this world's customs and cultures by now, and for him, seeing two people having sex out in the open was perfectly normal. After all, everyone in this world did it, and Lucifer himself had done it plenty of times.
What was completely unacceptable to Lucifer was the fact that the two people having sex… were both males.
According to Lucifer, he could watch two women having sex with each other and file it under "erotic scene." But two males going at it? That made him feel pure disgust.
In a way, it could be called Lucifer's prejudice… but honestly, what difference did it make to anyone? In this world, it was all normal—everyday activity.
He was still staring at the two males when a feminine voice suddenly spoke up right beside him, identifying the pair in the middle of their act: "Sir Nad and Head Butler Rovoleski?"
The moment Lucifer heard that voice, he knew it belonged to Pepti… and he instantly realized exactly who the two men were.
One was Nad Kevlon, the main husband of Holygrill family matriarch Aria Holygrill.
The other was Rovoleski, the head butler of the Holygrill family.
After identifying them, Pepti kept going, addressing Head Butler Rovoleski—who was at that very moment riding Nad Kevlon's cock: "Head Butler… I told Soleska to inform you that Young Master Lucifer from the Westirifer Duchy is arriving here… which she did… yet you're still here having sex with Sir Nad?"
"If the matriarch finds out, what will she think?" … "And on top of that, why are you having sex with Sir Nad right now? You're not a female who can get impregnated by him… and if you two absolutely had to have sex, you could have done it some other time… why exactly at the moment the young master is arriving?"
Under Pepti's nonstop barrage of questions, Nad and Rovoleski both turned to her with slightly apologetic expressions at the same time… because she was absolutely right.
Besides, the mistake was entirely theirs. Nad had started by arousing Rovoleski, then Rovoleski had kissed Nad, and one thing had led to another. The result? Nad had fucked Rovoleski over and over, and right now Nad's semen was overflowing from his ass.
But hearing Pepti's words and spotting Lucifer standing right beside her, Nad realized that if he didn't flip the script fast, things could get ugly. So he looked at Pepti, let out a nervous little laugh—"Hah… hahaha… hehh… hhaha…"—and then launched into the most ridiculously over-the-top, apologetic-yet-comedic explanation imaginable.
"Oh Pepti, Pepti, Pepti—my sweet, ever-vigilant Pepti! You've caught us red-handed—well, red-assed—in the absolute worst possible timing, and we are SO, SO sorry! Truly! We're groveling here—metaphorically, of course, because physically I'm still balls-deep—please forgive your two foolish, horny idiots!" Nad grinned sheepishly, still buried inside Rovoleski, and gave a tiny apologetic wiggle of his hips that made Rovoleski squeak. "See, that message from Soleska arrived a little while ago, right when I was passed out after giving Delya the ride of her life. Rovoleski here wakes me up in a panic: 'Young Master Lucifer is about to walk into the entrance hall any second!' And we both just froze. It's the middle of the night! How in the blazing hells do we give the young master a proper welcome at this hour? Tea? A handshake? Boring! So we came up with the most brilliant, heartfelt, utterly unforgettable surprise welcome plan in the history of surprise welcomes… and, well… this is it!"
Nad spread his arms wide theatrically, nearly losing balance and almost toppling forward onto Rovoleski, who let out a startled but delighted yelp. "Be honest with us, Pepti—weren't you even a little surprised? Didn't your jaw drop just a tiny bit when you opened that gate and lit the moonwood torches only to find this… this spectacular, throbbing, one-hundred-percent-male welcome committee going full throttle? Admit it! It's erotic! It's festive! It's… it's practically a parade! And look—look at poor Young Master Lucifer's face! He's stunned! Speechless! I'd say mission accomplished, except now I'm worried we might have accomplished it a little too hard and we're both terribly, terribly sorry if we've made things awkward or… uh… visually overwhelming for our honored guest!"
Rovoleski, still impaled and panting, managed to lift his head just enough to chime in with a mortified, high-pitched, yet somehow still cheeky apology of his own: "Y-yes, Pepti! We're so sorry! We got carried away in the spirit of hospitality! Please don't tell the matriarch we turned the entrance hall into a… a… a butt-welcome festival! We'll behave… eventually… maybe… after one more thrust—ahhn!"
Nad gave one quick, apologetic little thrust right on cue—earning another ecstatic moan from Rovoleski—then flashed Lucifer the most sheepish, "please-don't-hate-us" smile in existence while still trying to look dignified with his cock buried to the hilt.
Lucifer's cringe tolerance was hitting its absolute limit. On the inside he was screaming, *Sir Nad, this is NOT the kind of welcome I want even on my deathbed… Your surprise has completely ruined my day. My mood was already bad, and you've gone and made it a thousand times worse. Please, for the love of everything, shut this circus down… or at least take it somewhere else or send me somewhere else.*
Even so, Lucifer forced himself to look at Nad and Rovoleski and said, "Thank you for your kind welcome and you may continue without minding me at all."
With that, he turned to Pepti standing beside him and told her, "Pepti… go and inform Lady Aria about my arrival here."
Then he added firmly at the end, "By yourself."
Pepti replied, "Yes, Sire."
She immediately turned and headed off toward Lady Aria's bedroom.
After that, Lucifer looked back at Klien and said, "Klien… you're part of the paladin unit here, right? You must know every area of this palace."
Klien answered, "Yes, Young Master."
Lucifer nodded and continued, "The reason I came here is only to meet the Oracle Master and get answers to a few questions. So lead me to her, or at least show me the way."
Klien replied regretfully, "I'm sorry, Young Master… I cannot take you there. Men soldiers are not allowed in that area. Only women soldiers or members of the Holygrill family may enter. No one else."
Hearing Klien's apologetic tone, Lucifer said, "Fine then, Klien. Do this instead—lead me and Crotivia to a guest room. The two of us will wait there until Lady Aria comes to see me herself."
"I don't want to stay here," Lucifer added, gesturing toward Nad and Rovoleski who were still going at it, "and disturb those two… nor do I want to keep looking at their faces right now."
Klien immediately understood that even though Lucifer had spoken politely to Nad, he was secretly furious. So he quickly said, "Young Master, please follow me. I'll lead you to your room."
As soon as Klien spoke, his father, Reyer, looked at Lucifer and asked, "Young Master… I wish to follow you… may I?"
Lucifer replied, "Suit yourself."
With that, the two of them followed Klien.