Mr. Kadan in the Deep Forest - Chapter 59

This is the royal garden—anyone could walk by.

She could endure the gossip herself, but Kadan? The future ruler of this nation? If they were caught like this, it would stain his honor.

Luna strained to hear approaching footsteps over the fountain’s cascading water, birdsong, and rustling leaves—all drowned out by the obscenely vivid sounds of his tongue lapping at her. She was utterly bewitched.

Then Kadan’s gaze stared onto her as he slipped a finger inside. It found the spot and pressed relentlessly against that spot until she climaxed with a cry. Each time his arm moved, it sent lewd splashes everywhere.

“Ngh—ah! Hah—ah! AH!”

Luna grabbed his hair, trying to pull him away, terrified she might lose control like last time—not with urine or juice, but something else.

“Kadan, wait—ah! N-no!”

When Luna shoved at him, Kadan raised an eyebrow but obediently withdrew. Luna trembled and panted —relieved she hadn’t spilled over, yet aching because she couldn’t reach a climax.

Then he laid her flat onto the fountain’s ledge. As he mounted the railing like a saddle, he dragged her spread legs around his hips. His c**k, already straining past his waistband, entered Luna’s hole. Her well-prepared entrance swallowed him effortlessly.

“Ahh—”

She lifted her hips slightly and shuddered. The pleasure of slow, gentle movements offered a different thrill than their usual roughness.

He took his time. Withdrawing until only the tip remained, then sinking back in slowly until he pressed down on her cervix. It almost let her feel every ridge and vein along his length.

“Hah—ah! Kadan, more—hnng!”

Frustrated, she rocked her hips clumsily. One leg kicked at the fountain’s water. Her awkward attempt only took half of him before slipping off. Kadan gave a ragged swallow.

His gaze suddenly turned toward the garden’s shadows.

“What should I do if you beg for more in such a public place?”

Despite his scolding, the member thrusting inside Luna swelled even thicker. Ah—ah! Her thighs trembled as she stopped for a moment. The head reaching her cervix sent electric currents down her spine.

“Hah! Ngh… but…”

“What if someone sees?”

Kadan’s gaze remained fixed on a distant point in the garden. A tardy attendant, who’d been peeking, suddenly scrambled away in panic after being noticed.

“Hm? Luna. I asked what we’d do if someone saw you pleading for me to f**k you harder.”

“Hah… you’re awful, Kadan. Nngh—there, more…”

“Should I gouge out their eyes?”

Kadan gripped her slender waist and pulled almost entirely out before slamming back in. The merciful saint, too lost in selfish rapture, couldn’t spare a thought for the hypothetical mutilation of some poor onlooker.

“Hihk!”

Her legs shot up to the sky and quivered. Her eyes wide and unfocused, tears spilled like dewdrops down her flushed cheeks. Her hips convulsed uncontrollably in midair.

Though her fluttering walls clenched around him, demanding his release, Kadan gritted his teeth and resisted. The moment the wave of pleasure subsided, he resumed his relentless pace.

By the time he came inside her for the second time, Luna had already melted into countless climaxes.

Perhaps it was around the third. Her mind that was dissolved in pleasure, no longer cared about doing something lewd with Kadan outdoors.

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Right now, Ruth felt like the protagonist of a tragic story. Stumbling down the hallway, he slammed his fist into the wall.

‘Why is it only me who’s still alive when all the other men were killed?’

All the Brillan men in the palace had been wiped out. The only ones left alive were himself and a diplomat who could interpret the Inut language.

He could understand why the diplomat was spared; after all, the diplomat was useful after all. But what about him? Ruth glanced down at his own body.

The dancer’s outfit, semi-transparent like the wings of an insect, subtly clung to his lean, muscular frame. The tiny undergarment, barely the size of a palm, had been distributed by the palace.

‘Did that bastard Kadan… have feelings for me even when we were in the cabin?’

Thoughts of the time Kadan had innocently asked about what penetration meant crossed his mind. And when they reunited after six months… his face had turned bright red.

Ruth began to distort his memory, brushing aside Kadan’s anger as mere shyness.

Damn it, I never thought my charm would be so deadly, even to someone of the same s*x. If only this charm had worked on Luna instead of Kadan. If it had, I’d probably be living happily on a farm in the south by now.