Chapter 12
I’ll run away the moment Seikan falls asleep after he’s finished. I’ll take the first carriage I can find and go as far away as possible. So, hurry up…
“Ha… uh… why aren’t you… faster…”
Why isn’t he finishing, even though I’m working this hard? Every movement sends a searing pain through me. It feels as if my insides, the existence of which I’d never known before, are being scraped raw. The imposing thing lodged inside me shows no sign of shrinking, no sign of him nearing his release.
“Hngh… ah…”
This hurts so much. Just finish already! Is this small movement not enough? Then how about this? I lift my hips slightly, and a shiver runs through me as I feel the delicate inner membranes stretch around the thick column of flesh. Ignoring the unfamiliar sensation, I slam my hips back down, and Seikan’s sharply defined abs twitch.
His chiseled jaw twitches too. So, this is it, then? Carefully, I begin to raise and lower my hips. Seikan’s groans grow louder in direct proportion to my own whimpers. The tight fullness inside me brushes against every sensitive part of my inner walls. It hurts… It hurts so much, but beneath the pain, a different sensation begins to bloom.
‘No…’
It just hurts. It only hurts. There’s no other sensation!
“Hnh!” Frustration flares, and I clench my teeth, tightening my abdominal muscles. A warm feeling spreads through my core, and Seikan’s rigid body relaxes.
“Haah… ha…”
Is it… over? I catch my breath and look at Seikan. He’s staring intently at me, perched on top of him, and a faint smile touches his lips. The haze clears from his eyes, and a sharp intelligence returns. It seems like it’s over.
“Adelina.”
Why is he calling my name, this b*stard?
“If I asked you to kiss me now, you’d hit me, wouldn’t you?”
“No. I’d kill you.”
“Heh.”
He laughs, but I’m not joking. It’s the truth. His amusement only intensifies my murderous intent. I glare at him like I could cut him with my eyes, but his smile doesn’t falter.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you cry so much. It’s quite…” He trails off, and at the same time, it moves. His massive p*nis, nestled deep inside me. The feeling of something spreading inside me, the return of clarity to his eyes and demeanor—it all pointed to him having finished. But why does it feel like it hasn’t shrunk at all? And why does it feel like it’s twitching so much?
“Hnh!”
“…I didn’t mean to make you cry, but even your tears are quite…” I don’t catch the rest of his murmured words because of another powerful throb. I quickly try to sit up. Or, rather, I try to.
“You… You’ll be sleepy now that it’s over. So, just sleep…”
BANG!
I’m telling him to sleep, trying to get up and pull myself off him when the door bursts open with a sound like splintering wood. Both our heads snap toward the noise. Who came in? What about the barrier Seikan put up? This is the Imperial Princess’s residence. How dare someone barge in so rudely? My string of questions dissolves the moment I see the intruder’s face, a harsh-looking man with a murderous expression.
“…Your Imperial Highness…”
What’s he doing here? His beautiful face is contorted in a grimace as he pants, glaring at us. I suddenly become acutely aware of how compromising this situation is. A n*ked man, hands bound, lying on the bed. Me, straddling him. My priestly robes conceal the point of connection, but the hem has ridden up as I sat, exposing my thighs. From any perspective, it looks like I’ve tied Seikan up and am forcing myself on him.
A mortifying heat floods through me, and I involuntarily lower my head. Clovis already slanders me as a baseborn orphan. Now that he’s seen this, he’ll add v*lgar and promiscuous to his list of insults. I won’t have to see him again once I leave the Empire, but being judged is never pleasant. My face burns as I tug at my robes, trying to discreetly get up.
“Hngh…” Seikan lets out a hazy moan. He seems to have become aro*sed again during the extraction process. It was difficult getting it in, and it’s proving just as difficult getting it out. I can’t help the sounds of my own struggles. Bracing myself against Seikan’s firm chest, I grimace and try to pull away. That’s when I see it. Clovis’s golden eyes flash dangerously, and he draws his sword with lightning speed.
“Your Highness!”
I may not be to his liking. He may be shocked and disturbed by what he’s seen. But surely, he’s not going to kill me for it! As Clovis unsheathes his sword, leaps forward, and the blade hurtles toward me, I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my head. I wasn’t killed by those three, so now I’m going to die at Clovis’s hand? Was I fated to die today after all?
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