I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 45

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“If you truly can’t bear it, you can always pleasure yourself. Though I doubt you’ll be satisfied without my c**k.”

Ruasil approached with a deceitful smile and lightly kissed each of my n*****s. My lips trembled as I barely managed to form words, grabbing onto him.

“Please… help… me… I can’t… like this…”

“Ha, as tempting as that is, it’s not the solution.”

His eyebrows twitched in a pitying motion.

“Just imagining the Princess begging me to take her makes me feel like my c**k is about to burst.”

His member was already swollen, straining against his trousers as if ready to tear through the fabric. Despite that, he was determined to leave me here, a perplexing contradiction I couldn’t begin to unravel.

He turned to leave without hesitation, but stopped dead at the doorway. His gaze, fixed on the floor, was uncharacteristically cold.

“By tomorrow, you will know. You will know who the true master of your body is.”

***

Ruasil’s eyes shot sparks as he stepped out of the bedroom. A torrent of curses he couldn’t quite spit out boiled in his throat.

‘It seems you have the luxury to entertain other thoughts.’

‘Ah, no…’

Ruasil’s eyes flashed with sparks as he stepped out of the bedroom door. A stream of curses he couldn’t bring himself to spit out seethed in his throat.

He recalled the vacant look in Sylvia’s pupils as they drifted aimlessly toward the ceiling and grit his teeth. How dare she entertain other thoughts while she was giving her body to him?

‘She couldn’t possibly be thinking of that bastard, Kallist…’

Here he was, prepared to break a sacred taboo and even offer his lips, and the woman was picturing another man?

The rage he’d failed to quell surged right to the top of his head. Even though he’d driven into her until her eyes were dazed with pleasure, his anger refused to subside. Seeing the woman writhe in agony from the unquenchable pleasure made him feel a little better, but it was still utterly infuriating.

It seemed this fury wouldn’t abate until the Daughter of Kinamun, with tears welling in her eyes, was begging and pleading for his c**k. To hear that depraved supplication, he could endure his own unresolved desires a little longer.

‘I only have to hold out until tomorrow.’

He leaned against the doorframe, gulping in deep breaths, trying to calm his abnormally pounding heart. As his head began to cool slightly, he finally noticed the man standing at the end of the corridor.

Ruasil’s eyes swiftly traveled up and down, scrutinizing Zeke’s center. Even though he must have heard the woman’s cries all morning, there wasn’t the slightest hint of arousal. A look of bewilderment crossed Ruasil’s face.

‘Is he truly a eunuch?’

He had been observing Zeke closely over the past few days while coming and going from Sylvia’s bedroom. But he sensed no interest in the woman he served, let alone any masculine desire.

‘There’s no need to be wary of that guy, I suppose.’

A mere guard wouldn’t have the audacity to covet the woman of the Crown Prince and the High Priest. He had long concluded that the lingering energy of Kinamun was because of the Princess of Roang.

Yet, as Ruasil descended the stairs, he kept his ears pricked for any sound from the floor above. Though not even the sound of an ant stirring reached him, the back of his neck felt unnervingly tense. A inexplicable anxiety gripped his steps.

He lingered near the castle gate for a long while before finally giving in to the persistent pleas of the priests who had come for him and returned to the temple.

***

That lunatic Ruasil.

How dare he get me this worked up and then actually leave the bedroom?

“Ahh-huh…”

A pained moan escaped me as I squirmed, my oversensitive body twisting and turning. I couldn’t stay still. My heaving b*****s were crushed against the blankets, my e***t n*****s rubbing back and forth. The area below my navel tingled unbearably. The fluid leaking from my v***a and perineum had thoroughly soaked my g***n.

‘What do I do…’

Curling into a ball, I panted, breathless, unable to do anything. Waiting like this for Ruasil to come tomorrow was impossible. It was torture.

I didn’t last long before I eventually resorted to comforting myself. My right hand twisted my n*****s while my left rapidly rubbed my c**t. Lewd, wet sounds filled the air as my juices splattered everywhere. I reached a climax easily, but it wasn’t nearly enough. It only ended up fueling my desire, making things worse. I got on my stomach, grinding my n*****s against the floor as I shoved fingers from both hands haphazardly into my p***y and a*s. Inside, I could feel the vibration of the sacred object moving, daldaldal. No matter how deep I pushed my fingers, I couldn’t quite touch it with my fingertips.

“Mmph, ah, ahh… a-heut.”

I let out moans as best I could, shaking my fingers rapidly. The mind-numbing pleasure would rush to the brink and then recede, over and over. My fingers kept losing strength. I was practically screaming, craving that final release. If I spent the night like this, I might go insane.

Just then, I sensed a presence at the door. It was only then I remembered the guard knight who was always stationed outside.

Zeke hadn’t shown his face since the day he punished me, like he didn’t exist. I’d been too distracted, having my backdoor ‘developed’ by Ruasil, to spare a thought for him. But now—

I desperately needed his two c***s.