Lewd Courtship - Chapter 2

“I thought it would work this time…”

In the sexually liberal Kingdom of Porhen, Princess Rachel was born with an unusually high libido. Her first experience with self-pleasure began at the age of 13, and by adulthood, sleeping with various men had become her hobby.

Despite countless nights of passion, Rachel had never reached climax through s*x. On bad days, she felt nothing even when caressed; at worst, her body would go numb the moment penetration happened. Her mind could be aroused, but her body refused to respond.

Rachel called this phenomenon her “jinx” and secretly envied noblewomen her age who praised the joys of o****m. So, as both a pastime and an experiment, she began summoning men at night to explore her body—a routine that had now lasted three months.

In the first month, she challenged herself with all 108 positions from an Eastern s*x manual. When she finally mastered the 108th position—requiring a handstand—she felt a sense of accomplishment. The problem? That was all she felt.

The next month, she tried aphrodisiacs and toys, all obtained through backdoor deals. No matter what she used, the climax she longed for never came. She explored oral, fisting, and even a**l s*x.

Yet, despite her boldness, Rachel had always stuck to one-on-one encounters—never even considering a threesome. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. The idea had crossed her mind long ago, but as a princess, she had her dignity to uphold.

In the end, it didn’t matter how many men were involved—she still couldn’t climax.

“Am I really frigid?”

Rachel critically examined her own body, shifting the angle of her hips. Maybe stimulation in a different spot would work? But the movement only made Ian, the man inside her, reach his limit instead. With a sharp gasp—

He thrust in to the hilt before pulling out, spilling thick, jelly-like s***n. The lukewarm fluid trickled down the cleft of her s*x. The sensation pleased Rachel once again, and she decided she might as well go all the way. Since she was on birth control, the idea of her womb being filled with the c*m of three men didn’t seem so bad.

‘Now, whose c**k should I enjoy next?’

Her gaze flickered between the knight lapping at her n****e and the squire twitching in her grasp, his c**k still clenched in her hand. She tilted the knight’s chin up.

“Did the squire’s c*m taste good?”

“Ah… well… yes.”

The knight hesitated but nodded obediently. His demeanor reminded her of a loyal hound, and Rachel rewarded him with a smile. She traced the lips that had just been sucking on her n****e moments ago, her fingers teasing.

“Is yours tastier?”

“…Of course.”

“More generous in quantity, too?”

“I’m confident.”

“Then it’s your turn now.”

“The honor is mine, Your Highness.”

The knight unbuckled his pants and moved between Rachel’s legs. His well-trained body showed defined abs peeking beneath his waistline, perfectly balanced with the pronounced iliac muscles framing his hips—a truly enticing sight.

Imagining those muscles lifting her hips sent another surge of heat to her core. Rachel swiftly twisted her body, arching her back and raising her hips into the position she had envisioned.

“Ah… Your Highness…”

The sight of her rounded b******s and the flushed, glistening flesh between them only stoked the man’s desire further. The knight gripped her pelvis and thrust into her in one swift motion.

His rugged muscles were no mere decoration—each powerful stroke sent her body rocking with force. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the air as Rachel braced herself on her palms, gasping for breath.

“Ah! Ahh—! Hah…! Ah—! Haah…!”

Through her blurred, pleasure-drunk vision, she saw two more c***s glistening with precum. Ian’s e******n stood firm despite his earlier release, while the young noble’s was swollen to an almost pitiful degree.

That thing’s about to burst, isn’t it?

Rachel stifled a laugh at the mental image of its tip exploding like firecrackers. With a mischievous smirk, she parted her lips toward the young noble, who immediately approached her face.

As the tip neared her lips, the pungent scent of precum hit her. When she flicked her tongue against the slit, the taste was bitter and salty.