Chapter 101
Then, knock-knock—a polite knocking sound was heard. Jeina and Ronius’s heads turned toward the door simultaneously.
“Your Grace. It’s Felles.”
It was the head butler, Felles. Ronius’s eyes darted around urgently. His crimson pupils, looking dizzy, glanced at Jeina, but seeing her remain nonchalant and composed, he scrambled to find his clothes.
When no sound came from beyond the door, another knock-knock was heard.
“Your Grace, may I enter?”
“Hup! Hh, hmm, wait…”
He barely managed to speak, but due to the soundproofing magic, his voice didn’t reach outside.
“Your Grace?”
The butler’s voice was filled with doubt.
Ronius looked at Jeina with a panicked expression. Clumsily clasping his hands together in front of him, he pleaded.
“The sound… Hht, Master, please, I, please, ung?”
“Hmm, what to do… I want to see you m********e with your back hole.”
She murmured as if to herself.
Spreading his rear obscenely and prodding his a**s with a finger. Among all the humiliations he had endured, the only thing he had ultimately failed to succeed at was that ‘back hole m**********n.’
The sound of a doorknob turning was heard. He frantically opened his mouth.
“I’ll! I’ll, uhp! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”
“Forgive me. I’m coming in.”
His desperate eyes trembled violently. Hunching his large frame, he grabbed the hem of her clothes with the hand that had been holding his member. She, with narrowed eyes, smiled meaningfully and nodded.
“Th-There! Say it from there!”
The moving doorknob paused, then returned to its original position.
“What is it?”
Ronius, who had cleared his throat briefly, strained to squeeze out an authoritative tone. A deep sense of absurdity washed over him at the low, heavy voice that utterly clashed with his current state. He gritted his teeth, his thick pectoral muscles heaving.
“His Highness the Crown Prince has come to visit.”
“Hmm, now?”
“Yes, I’ve shown him to the reception room first. What should we do?”
He opened and closed his mouth, trying to formulate a reply even in this dire situation. Jeina stared at him intently. With a sinister glint in her eyes, she readjusted her grip on the ‘clamp line.’
Just as the Duke was about to speak—
“Ugh, ah, ha-ung, up!”
She pulled the line.
Quite some time had passed since the experimental device she had created was applied. Her infused mana had doubled its potency, and as powerful as it was, its effect had already run its course.
The n*****s that had seemed to stretch forward suddenly halted, pulled taut, and then the clamp scraped the areola fiercely as it sprang off.
He frantically covered his mouth.
“Ooo-ung, up, oo…!”
Another spurt of thin liquid gushed from the member that had been twitching ominously.
“My, time’s already up.”
Only she remained composed. He was still covering his mouth, riding out the aftershocks of climax, while from beyond the door, only the butler’s voice could be heard, unanswered.
“Your Grace?”
The woman who had risen from her seat stroked his damp face with an affectionate hand. His face, huddled and leaning into her touch, was colored with deep, passionate rapture.
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“His Grace, the Duke, says preparations are taking some time. Your Highness, I sincerely apologize, but would you be willing to wait a little longer?”
The Duke’s butler conveyed his apologies while remaining upright and formal.
“Does the Duke not even eat? What on earth could he possibly be busy with at this hour?”
Though the butler thought the Crown Prince, who was just beginning to poke his nose into state affairs, couldn’t possibly understand the Duke’s work, he bowed his head respectfully.
“My apologies.”
“…Hah, are you daring to keep the Crown Prince waiting now? Making the Imperial Household wait, what kind of law is that?”
“My apologies.”
Unable to suppress his irritation at the butler’s polite demeanor, the Crown Prince ruffled his hair in annoyance.
“Argh!”
In truth, such an unannounced visit was a breach of etiquette that even royalty should avoid, but the Crown Prince was not the sort to concern himself with such formalities.
The butler remained silent, his head bowed.
Glancing at the butler, the Crown Prince asked sarcastically.
“So, what on earth is he doing that keeps him so terribly busy? Our Duke?”
“…My apologies.”
It was a firm attitude that said he could not disclose it. The Crown Prince, who had momentarily furrowed his brow, waved his hand dismissively.
“Fine. It’s boring anyway, you can go.”
The butler left, and the door to the reception room closed.
Left in the reception room were only the Crown Prince and the two maids standing before his door.
He leaned back deeply into the sofa and crossed his legs. His arrogant gaze fell upon the two maids.
“You there.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Despite the sudden summons, the maid replied calmly without a hint of surprise. The Crown Prince let out a deep sigh.
“What is this place, even the maids are all equally dull.”
The maids were quite pretty too, and in the past, he would have definitely flirted with them, but now he wasn’t in the mood for that at all, and no particular excitement arose.
“Ha, damn it all…”
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