Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 809 - 441: Desire and Teaching

Chapter 809: Chapter 441: Desire and Teaching

The night breeze was warm, and the moonlight was cool. Nashu’s eyes filled with a smile as she reached out with her delicate hand, untying the young man’s robe, caressing him intimately and gently.

"..."

Xiulote stood rigidly, motionless. He felt a pair of cool hands softly stroking his chest, causing his whole body to heat up. An enticing fragrance lingered at his nose. It was hard to tell whether it was the flowers blooming in the distance or the beauty beside him. He opened his eyes wide and saw the beautiful woman with her head lowered, gentle as water. He closed his eyes, feeling the soft, delicate hands move downwards, across his chest, passing his waist and abdomen, until...

"Uh, Nashu!"

Xiulote grunted, suddenly opening his eyes. He pushed away the close beauty and quickly stepped back two steps, hitting the wall behind him.

"Your Highness?"

Nashu raised her head in confusion. She looked at her hands, recalling the touch from moments ago, certain that His Highness was already aroused. So, the reaction of His Highness was to... She gave him a reproachful glance, looking at the prince who was gasping against the wall. Then, without hesitation, she swiftly untied her short clothes, revealing everything hidden. With a charming smile, swaying like a red lotus, she approached him.

"Your Highness..."

Xiulote’s gaze was instantly drawn to the undulating curves. After several breaths, he bit his lip hard and, with the agility of a Samurai, swiftly stepped back two steps.

"Nashu, you... stop!"

"Ah?"

Nashu’s smile froze, obediently stopping in her tracks. For a shadow slave, obeying her master’s orders was the most important duty. She stretched her alluring waist, hugging her barely concealed chest, looking pitifully at His Highness. However, His Highness averted his gaze, his face red, not meeting her eyes.

"Your Highness?"

Seeing the strange demeanor of His Highness, Nashu was taken aback, somewhat puzzled. She looked at the obvious reaction of His Highness’ body and then at his heroic yet slightly flushed face... The beauty blinked her eyes, suddenly thinking of an incredulous possibility. She smiled lightly, the corners of her mouth curving up.

"Your Highness... could this be your first time?"

"..."

Xiulote was rendered speechless. In the Mexica Alliance, most noble youths his age were battle-hardened and even had offspring. After a brief silence, Xiulote spoke faintly.

"Nashu, an outstanding Jaguar Warrior can often suppress his desires and hone his body until the age of 20..."

"Ah, praise the Chief Divine! So Your Highness has never experienced such joy..."

Nashu covered her mouth and laughed softly, her chest heaving, her eyes showing undeniable delight. Her eyes glimmered with moisture, and she parted her red lips slightly. She then stood on her tiptoes, lightly twirling her body to make her beauty more apparent.

"Your Highness, do not worry. A shadow slave learns many things from the Priestesses. Though this is also my first time, I can surely bring you joy. As your personal shadow slave, I exist only for you, and everything of mine is devoted to you... Before you marry the Princess, you should not be ignorant of such things... Let us together begin a wonderful first exploration, to teach you the mysteries of love!"

"..."

Like smoke, a soft murmur filled the room, almost like the chirping of birds, irresistibly charming. Xiulote tightened his lips, remaining silent. The remnants of morality from the later ages and the ancient traditions of the Alliance fiercely clashed within him... After a while, he finally subdued his desires, shaking his head.

"Nashu... I understand. My first song of love is for Alisa..."

"Yes, I see... Your Highness’ first song of love should be shared with the Princess..."

Upon hearing this, Nashu’s eyes dimmed, lowering her head in disappointment. She stepped back a few paces, picked up her short garment from the floor, and, curling up her exquisite body, dressed herself again. In a moment, the seductive beauty swaying like a campfire transformed back into an elegant guard as cold as the moon.

Seeing this, Xiulote felt a strange pang of reluctance in his heart. He lay on his back on the soft wooden bed, gazing at the moon on the ceiling, feeling a fire burning in his abdomen.

Nashu blew out the candlelight, spreading a thin blanket on the ground, and went to sleep next to Xiulote’s bed, fully clothed. As a shadow slave, she had undergone long-term training to sleep whenever necessary to recover physical strength, yet she slept lightly, waking up at the slightest disturbance, like a vigilant cat.

Soon, soft breathing filled the room, carrying a faint and delicate fragrance, lingering in Xiulote’s ears.

The moon was enchanting, spreading its cool light. The night sky, like an expansive plain, let his wild thoughts run free. Xiulote lay still, staring at the pure night sky, his thoughts scattered. After a long time, he finally sighed and turned onto his side, facing away from Nashu, making himself more comfortable in some areas.

"Your Highness..."

A gentle voice suddenly rang from behind Xiulote. Then, a pair of tender arms wrapped around his neck. A soft touch pressed against his cheek, moving to his neck, and then a gentle nibble on his ear, turning into an enticing caress.

Xiulote stiffened, responding lowly while turned away.

"Nashu... you mustn’t..."

"Master, do not worry."

A tender whisper filled Xiulote’s ear, with a breath like orchids, making him itch with desire.

"If it goes on like this, you will not be able to sleep... The shadow slave will use another way to ease your troubles..."

Following this, the soft sensation trailed downwards, moving continually, bringing Xiulote relaxation until...

"Nashu, you!"

Xiulote exclaimed, his whole body tensing. An indescribable softness enveloped him, deeply etching into his bones like electricity, giving him uncontrollable pleasure...

The moonlight, as tender as water, quietly showered down from the sky, enveloping everything soundlessly. Under the moon, beautiful red-edged lotus blossoms bloomed, becoming more alluring and teasing, attracting the moonlight’s gaze, making it impossible not to taste.

After a long time, a beast-like low roar burst forth like a storm, then everything returned to peace. Under the moonlit night, only a triumphant giggle and a helpless sigh remained.

"Nashu~"

The next morning, Xiulote dressed in his robes with Nashu’s assistance. His expression was complex as he glanced at Nashu, who licked her enticing red lips with a smile.

Xiulote’s pupils contracted, immediately turning his gaze away. He walked out of the mansion in large strides to pay respects to his grandfather.

The morning sun bathed the High Priest’s Mansion, illuminating the waiting Imperial Guard Warrior. Bertade held a bronze sword, standing watch outside the mansion. Spotting His Highness, he bowed his head in calm salute and gave a faint glance at Nashu dressed as a female warrior.

"Your Highness, greetings! Did you sleep well last night?"

"... It was alright."

Xiulote hesitated, nodding slightly. With Nashu taking over the personal guard duty, the Head Warrior didn’t have to work so hard every day... he affectionately patted the Head Warrior’s shoulder before moving forward, passing through two layers of guards and arriving at his grandfather’s bedchamber.

"May the Chief Divine bless you! Grandfather, I greet you and wish you good health!"

"May the Chief Divine bless you! Xiulote, come in."

The spacious bedchamber was filled with incense, instantly refreshing and soothing the spirit. Grandfather and grandson sat facing each other, each with a cup of steaming hibiscus tea in front of them.

"Xiulote, my child, did you sleep well last night?"

The High Priest smiled lightly. Observing Xiulote’s expression, he seemed to understand everything clearly.

"... It was alright. The moonlight was beautiful, and the flowers were enchanting."

Xiulote lowered his eyes slightly, answering truthfully. Then, after hesitating for a moment, he asked.

"Grandfather... Nashu’s origins..."

"Oh?"

The High Priest gave his grandson a look and smiled faintly, responding with a question.

"She is your shadow slave and will always stay by your side. My child, are you satisfied?"

"Yes."

Xiulote replied softly, his head nodding almost imperceptibly, but feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"However..."

"It is fine. Xiulote, everything should be as usual. Whatever you intend to do, you shouldn’t be affected by the presence of a shadow slave, nor mind her thoughts."

The High Priest said calmly, his expression unchanging.

"A shadow slave is a servant in your shadow. Human fate is always predetermined by the Chief Divine. Nashu, like you, was born in Teotihuacan. She exists only for you, and everything is dedicated to you."

Hearing this, Xiulote frowned slightly. Last night, Nashu said the same thing.

Seeing his grandson’s demeanor, the High Priest pondered and elaborated further.

"My child, since your miraculous birth, I have felt that you are the hope of the Holy City faction! You are extraordinary by nature and have been the focus of the family since young. When you showed signs of divine wisdom at two years old, the Holy City faction made many preparations."

"Nashu was adopted by the Priesthood of the Holy City at that time. She has no parents, no relatives, no friends, raised with utmost care, receiving the strictest training, growing up as your shadow slave. In fact, there were over a dozen baby girls receiving similar training; Nashu was the best of them."

"From the moment she could speak, she was taught by the Priestesses, understanding the purpose of her existence, solely to serve the incarnation of the divine on earth. Over a decade of education, combined with potions’ conditioning... You are her only one! You need never doubt her loyalty."

"No parents, relatives, friends... indoctrinated from a young age to live for others..."

Upon hearing this, Xiulote lowered his eyes, his emotions swirling. He wanted to speak, but as the beneficiary, he found no words.

"My child, your safety is paramount and cannot be entrusted to others lightly. Nashu is the most suitable choice to handle intelligence and protection!"

At this point, the High Priest’s eyes gleamed with hope. He reached out and touched his grandson’s cheek, solemnly urging.

"Xiulote, your previous assassination attempt reminded me clearly. Over these years, you’ve been battling outside continuously, maintaining strict self-discipline. Though this comforts me, it inevitably means you lack... experience and resistance in certain aspects."

The High Priest spoke calmly, without any change in his expression.

"Another function of a shadow slave is to provide you with joy, releasing inner desires. The joys of a man and a woman are divinely bestowed instincts; the more suppressed, the more alluring they become. The scions of the Great Nobility experience the service of numerous beauties upon coming of age, a necessary part of their learning... The purpose isn’t indulgence, but to show you that such joys are trivial!"

"This pleasure is readily available; after repeated experience, it becomes unremarkable and won’t cloud your judgment on crucial decisions. Do not worry; shadow slaves routinely consume Zicao extract, preventing pregnancy."

"Grandfather!"

Listening to his grandfather, Xiulote’s eyes widened. He realized everything had been meticulously planned.

The High Priest’s expression turned serious. He looked at his grandson and at the hopes of the Holy City faction, bearing a weight that was both unbearable yet necessary. After a long while, he spoke again, his voice ancient but firm.

"Xiulote, my child, always remember! The pleasures of the flesh are fleeting. What truly deserves your lifelong pursuit is supreme power, immortal achievements, and the future of the Alliance!"