I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 32 - End of Volume 1

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Despite his scolding tone, the words themselves were uncharacteristically gentle. Which made it all the more absurd. This was hardly something the very man who had shaken and tormented this ‘weak’ body all night long should be saying.

He fiddled with the soft flesh of my arm for a moment before moving his hand to my ankle, which was even thinner. Then, pfft, a soft, deflated laugh escaped him.

“Even if I put shackles on you, they’d probably slip right off.”

‘…….’

While having s*x while wearing shackles or a collar is one thing, it’s a whole other matter for everyday life.

A flicker of irritation rose, but since it wasn’t a realistic possibility anyway, I decided to let it slide magnanimously. The pleasure he had gifted me last night had been rather intoxicating, after all. If it meant I could have more nights like that, putting up with his insane ramblings was nothing.

Instead of kissing the princess’s instep like a faithful knight, Kallist, like a debauched beast, bit down hard on my ankle, leaving a mark. My body trembled reflexively, but not enough to give away that I was awake. Soon, I heard the sound of him getting dressed and crossing the bedroom.

I forced my heavy eyelids open to catch a glimpse of his retreating back. The bedroom, still steeped in the lingering energy of the night, remained shrouded in darkness. My eyes slid shut again, and a deep sleep, thicker than the morning fog, washed over me. I thought I had fallen asleep while replaying the passionate events of last night in my mind, but then…

Thump, thump, thump, thump—

A noise like flesh being struck jolted my eyes open instinctively. The blurred outline of a large man came into view. That’s strange, Kallist should have left. Just as I succumbed to the returning drowsiness and closed my eyes again…

‘Ah, don’t tell me.’

Understanding washed over me, and my heart began to pound. I knew exactly who the man standing by my bed was, even without seeing his face.

Right after Kallist left, in the dim light of dawn, that suspicious, skin-on-skin noise…

It was proof that the Zeke part had begun.

‘I didn’t know it would be today.’

Honestly, it would be a lie to say I wasn’t surprised. To think Sylvia’s narration was actually true. Since Zeke had never once shown any of his base desires toward me until now, I’d started to think he might act differently from the original story.

But the moment I let my guard down, it finally happened.

Slap, slap, slap. The lewd friction sounds grew increasingly wet. Coppery fluid seeped into his palm as his up-and-down motion grew more violent. Even without seeing it with my own eyes, the rapidly intensifying noise was proof enough.

Yet, as if to prove his noble character, he didn’t let out a single suppressed breath. Here he was, m**********g, aroused by a woman covered in the mess of another man’s seed, yet his restraint in the face of lust was excessive.

I wondered if his face was the same. If it was Zeke, he was probably enjoying his secret little game without so much as a change in expression, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. I desperately wanted to see with my own eyes the spectacle of this emotionally castrated man, overcome by desire, grabbing and shaking his c**k. But if he found out I was awake, the original plot might go off the rails.

After all, Zeke was supposed to e*******e here once, and then violate the sleeping Sylvia.

The loyal knight with his lofty face had the most depraved s****l tastes among the male leads. When Sylvia, exhausted from being used by the other male leads, would collapse, he would secretly enter her bedroom and fondle her sleeping body. Later, he even went so far as to d**g her with sleeping pills to hold her, while showing up during the day with a stoic face to look after her. It was seriously creepy. Of course, it was kind of hot too.

In the end, my curiosity got the better of me, and I lifted my eyelids just a fraction. Light streamed in through my long eyelashes. The sun must have risen, as my vision was brighter now, making it easy to see his face.

Through my blurry vision, the dress shirt and pants I glimpsed looked familiar. They were clothes Zeke often wore. His hands, moving in a frantic back-and-forth motion at his center, were a blur, like an afterimage. In contrast to his busily moving arms, his body was ramrod straight. But…

‘Huh……?’

My vision sharpened, focusing on an unreal object imprinted on my retina.

I had no choice but to doubt my own eyes.

In his roughly moving grasp, a glans spurting transparent fluid.

There were two of them.

‘I must be… seeing things… right?’

The story never mentioned anything about him having two d***s.

As much as I wanted to deny it, unfortunately, my eyesight was perfectly fine. I stared blankly, my breath caught in my throat, at the two members, identical in shape and size. My mind went completely blank, unable to form a single thought.

With his left hand, he held the d**k embedded imposingly between his hip bones, and with his right, he gripped the one situated just a finger’s width below it, m**********g both simultaneously. To make matters worse, both organs were as thick and long as Kallist’s.

If both of those were to enter my body……

‘Will I… be okay?’

A faint shiver ran down the nape of my neck.

Suddenly, a doctrine of the Moon God Kinamun I’d read in the original novel flashed through my mind. A phallus cursed by Kinamun exists for a woman’s pleasure and thus cannot harm a woman’s body. Even in the orgy scenes, whether inserting both from the front at once or taking one in the front and back and being shaken vigorously, the women were always described as coming apart with ecstasy, never in pain.

After all, he left behind that famous quote: “Two d***s means double the pleasure.”

Now that was a tempting offer, but even he hadn’t seen a member as sizable as his. Even Kinamun would have been astonished by the sheer scale.

I slowly let out the breath I was holding and raised my gaze. I expected Zeke’s face to be as unreadable as his calm breathing suggested, just like always.

But the moment I saw his neck, flushed a strained, crimson red, I realized it was all a misconception.

Thick veins bulged along his corded neck, rising all the way to his jawline over skin tinted a deep, bloody red. It was because he had clenched his jaw and sealed his lips shut, determined not to let even a single moan escape.

And then, I finally saw his face—

‘Wow.’

So Zeke really did despise Sylvia.

His eyes, brimming with fury and contempt, pierced right through me. He was looking down at me as if I were the most filthy, repulsive thing in the world. It seemed like if he opened his mouth, vomit would come spewing out instead of a groan.

Yet, even amidst this, his hand never stopped. A sticky fluid still gushed out from the tip, and his rigid pillar showed no signs of subsiding.

He was disgusted by me, yet he was aroused because of me. Just like all the other male protagonists.

“My, so you were awake after all.”

Zeke’s lips twisted into a slant. His face still held a sneer, not bothering to hide his disgust, but his voice remained perfectly calm.

It was only then I realized I was staring wide-eyed, my eyes round as saucers. I was so shocked I’d forgotten to pretend to be asleep.

‘Ah, crap.’

This could warp the original story’s progression.

But there was no use pretending to sleep now. The best course of action for me was to faithfully play the part of Sylvia, shocked by the betrayal of the knight she thought was on her side.

Well, not that my shock was for the same reasons, but since I was genuinely stunned, it wasn’t a difficult act to pull off.

“Z-Ze… Zeke… Sniff, why…?”

Hearing my frail, trembling question, the corner of Zeke’s mouth twisted violently. A bitterness he couldn’t quite contain leaked out with a hot breath.

“……Why?”

“……”

“You see it, yet you don’t understand?”

Schlop, slop, slap, schlap. He shook his c**k defiantly, pressing both members against my face. The s****l organ, threatening to cover my entire face, slapped against the bridge of my nose and my cheeks. I didn’t even dare to turn my head.

“Ugh…”

He let out a final, desperate groan and e********d directly onto my face. A sticky fluid, carrying the thick scent of night-blooming flowers, covered my visage. The vile liquid splashed into my mouth, which I hadn’t managed to close in time. S***n clung to my eyelashes, making it impossible to open my eyes.

Using the head of his c**k like an instrument of punishment, he tapped my cheek and forehead—tap, tap, tap—before speaking in a voice that seemed to barely restrain his boiling resentment.

“Your kingdom is what made me like this.”

Zeke wiped the milky fluid off on my hair and then left the bedroom without another word. I remained there, face showered in s***n, and fell into a sleep as deep as unconsciousness.