Lewd Courtship - Chapter 80

The sharp stimulation made Rachel arch her back. Though her damp chest heaved more intensely, he didn’t miss a beat. He took the entire areola into his mouth, licking over the marks his teeth had left.

Each time he pinched and twisted her n****e, her inner walls clenched tighter. The glans forced its way through the narrowing space, stretching her open.

A deep ache spread through her lower abdomen, making Rachel’s entire body tremble. Her breath grew short, as if it might cut off entirely. The tears that had pooled in the corners of her eyes spilled over, tracing paths down her cheeks as her head tossed from side to side.

‘I might die like this.’

She truly thought so. It was a pleasure with no end in sight, but she felt she would lose consciousness if this continued. She wanted to rest, even if just for a moment, a very brief moment.

‘To think I’m being overwhelmed by my own lust…’

It was unbelievable, but survival was the immediate priority. Rachel steadied her breath and managed to speak between moans.

“Ah! Aah… Your Majesty… Ah! We were supposed to… go to the library…!”

Finally remembering their schedule, Killian paused. He released the n****e he had been mauling and tried to gauge the time.

Why is the morning already slipping away…?

Even as he wondered, the movement of his hips didn’t stop. The thrusting ceased, but buried to the hilt, he continued to stir her sensitive flesh from within.

As her insides were thoroughly churned, Rachel gasped sharply. Killian licked her parted lips and delivered his verdict.

“Just one more time.”

“Hahk… You’re lying…”

“I do not lie to you.”

His tone was impeccably composed. Without realizing it, Rachel found herself staring intently at his face. The eyes looking down at her were intensely serious and beautiful. It was clearly strenuous, yet that single gaze made reluctance surge within her. She no longer wanted it to end after just once.

‘Ah, I don’t know anymore.’

She tightened her inner walls around him, as if pleading. Killian let out a small laugh and immediately began moving his hips. Her body arched as if springing, and the moan she had been suppressing burst forth.

* * *

In the end, it was nearly noon by the time the two of them reached the archives. The faint scent of the Sementi tea Rachel had brewed permeated the dry air.

‘Oh, my back…’

Rachel, sipping her tea, pressed a hand to her lower back. Her whole body ached with muscle soreness. She had removed all her cumbersome accessories and now lounged comfortably in a chair, her body feeling lighter.

In contrast, Killian stood before a bookshelf on the other side. His fingertips moved swiftly, turning pages, and his eyes scanned the text.

‘I hope he finds something this time…’

He was feeling impatient, having found no significant information last time. He had no intention of ever revealing his impotence condition to Rachel in his lifetime.

Fortunately, his condition was stable today, but there was no telling when he might lose his e******n again. For that reason, Killian did not want to make her sad.

A bitter taste filled his mouth for no reason. Suppressing these unpleasant emotions, he turned to the next page. There, on the first line, was the information he had been desperately searching for. Killian’s brow furrowed involuntarily.

[Regarding hypersensitivity reactions, no specific health abnormalities have been observed.]

Though a short sentence, it was enough for him. Even if it wasn’t a complete cure, arousal could be induced with Sementi. As long as there were no accompanying side effects, Killian was fully prepared to accept this herb.

Holding onto this hope, he scanned the rest of the text. Around the middle, he found something that made his eyes widen.

[It has been found to be particularly effective for impotence patients who exhibit specific hypersensitivity reactions. It is currently under development as a treatment for impotence. Research funding is being provided to Baron Wellos, a s****l medicine specialist, under royal patronage.]

“…Ha.”

Resting his forehead in one hand, Killian let out a small, dry laugh.

Baron Wellos was the very doctor who had treated him. A sudden heat prickled the back of his head. The memory of the doctor’s evasive, roundabout attitude surfaced, and a flash of anger shot through him. Into his boiling thoughts came the image of the King who had gifted him the Sementi.

‘Don’t tell me… Did he know?’

Perhaps the King had known all along and deliberately given it to him. There was no way to confirm the truth, but Killian rescinded his previous judgment of the King as merely benevolent. His outward appearance was kindly, but inside he was a cunning old fox.