Chapter 103
Was the palace path he always walked always this pointlessly luxurious? Passing through the seemingly endless corridor, he only felt himself grow shabbier.
As the shame piled up, his mind went blank, and Elliot clung even more desperately to instinct instead.
He grew endlessly excited by the witch’s relentless gaze, and the more he did, the more he craved even a shred of her attention. The witch, with the detached, sacred air of a goddess, was utterly absorbed in pleasure, rocking her waist back and forth.
However, she showed no apparent interest in the Crown Prince’s circumstances as he personally guided the way. Whether he crawled on the floor or wiggled his b******s, her gaze was indifferent, as if she held not a shred of concern.
Under that gaze, which truly treated him like a dog, he grew even more frantic, wiggling his bare b******s. That was all he could do. Along with that, the sorry sight of his member, dangling and painfully twitching below, only grew more pitiful.
The long trail led to the Crown Prince’s own bedroom. Even in his own room, Elliot remained sidelined.
He was made to assume the Falconer’s Posture for the first time and could only watch the entire spectacle. Even as he, the Crown Prince, watched with wide-open eyes, the two men and women became utterly lost in their own world, entranced. The witch led the situation with a near-obsessive rhythm, manipulating the man and driving the war hero into a crucible of excitement.
Ronius de Xtion gasped, firing off his seed like fireworks. Overwhelmed by uncontrollable excitement, he even made gestures as if demanding more pleasure.
Traces of their pleasure were scattered wantonly wherever they passed. And at the end of it, a massive mound of flesh was thrusting back and forth right before his nose, and foul-smelling liquid poured down over his own fine features.
Having endured all sorts of humiliation and ultimately unable to resist the temptation, the Crown Prince, without even wiping the filthy mucus from his face, grabbed his own c**k in the middle of the chaos and shook it painfully.
“See? I told you you’re nothing but a mutt.”
After the heated recollection, the face that inevitably mocked his wretched state flickered before him.
Leaving only that one remark behind, the Witch had hoisted the nearly unconscious Xtion onto her back and vanished from his presence in an instant. While wiping the s***n from his face and stewing in anger, Elliot had struggled to shake off the lingering aftershocks of pleasure.
The Crown Prince began openly groping himself, not giving a single thought to the maids present in the same room. His toes curled involuntarily at the dangerously swollen center. Yet, all it did was build the pent-up heat without offering any release.
“Ha…”
Letting out a frustrated sigh, the Crown Prince opened his eyes—which he had firmly shut—to find the Duke de Xtion already seated across from him. The Duke, sitting with his legs crossed, glared at the Crown Prince’s state with clear displeasure.
A lethal sharpness was properly embedded in those always impassive eyes. Perhaps due to the shadow cast over his face by the sunlight streaming in from the side, he looked particularly fierce and intimidating.
“Leave us.”
Xtion spoke, reining in his terrifying aura. The maids, who had been silently placing tea and snacks on the table, closed the door and exited.
A peculiar standoff ensued between the Crown Prince and the Duke. The Duke was the first to break the tense, brittle silence.
“To what do I owe this visit.”
Ronius asked, his brow furrowed as if the visit was unwelcome. Elliot naturally withdrew the hand he had placed on his center and responded brazenly.
“Now that you’re a Duke, you’ve become quite insolent. Daring to keep the Crown Prince waiting.”
“And is that why you put on that disgraceful show in someone else’s reception room?”
“Disgraceful? I’d be hurt if you spoke like that between friends.”
Although the Crown Prince was deliberately acting more brazen to provoke him, Ronius didn’t seem particularly affected.
As they engaged in a meaningless battle of wills, Ronius’s shoulder suddenly twitched noticeably.
Simultaneously, Elliot flinched involuntarily as well. Elliot narrowed his eyes and looked at him again.
It was very brief. As if nothing had happened, Ronius instantly regained his original composure.
In the past, he might have dismissed it as nothing and moved on, but this was the Crown Prince who had witnessed Xtion in that moment with the Witch.
A handsome, well-dressed man. Perhaps having lost a bit of weight, his features looked even sharper now.
Though he was a Duke impeccably dressed and sitting properly, the eerie red pupils within his crimson eyes seemed damply subdued, and his posture felt excessively rigid. The faintly flushed corners of his eyes finally registered as well.
The Crown Prince could be certain. Today, he would get to see her.
‘Ah, finally…!’
Confident joy surged across his face. Elliot harbored the inner hope that perhaps she was anticipating him too.
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