Chapter 77
He could see it clearly with his own two eyes.
Yet, even when the man was holding onto the railing getting his backside spanked, even when he was crying out wildly while being taken from behind… No one paid any attention to the situation or the sounds.
Judging by the clothes and silhouette, the woman seemed to be a mage. The shimmering moonlight made it hard to see the man’s face clearly, but based on that physique, the Crown Prince guessed he was undoubtedly a knight. And unbelievably, the sight of that sturdy man being so thoroughly toyed with had triggered something in him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the woman’s figure and the man’s figure crying out in rapture.
“Back there, back there! Guh, ah, ah! Itchy, empty, ohk! Something, I want something to be stuffed in, uh…! No, chew, not that but scratching, uht! Haung…!”
The voice of the man, presenting his backside, begging. As the fireworks exploded, brightening the surroundings, the Crown Prince finally recognized the man’s face.
‘Crazy, that’s…’
Elliot was shocked, then dazed, then horrified, and finally lost his mind.
“Haang!”
That guy who was always calm and cold to the point of being annoying. That stubborn fool who only knew how to swing a sword and didn’t know a rat’s a*s about fun. That very face that used to look down indifferently on him spending nights with women, that very guy who would freeze the atmosphere menacingly when he tried to introduce him to a woman for some ‘experience’… That Ronius de Xtion, who was like a sharpened blade…
“Hahht! Yes! Hak, it’s good, yes! It’s good, it’s gooood! Please, please… if this keeps uuup! Hang!”
…was screaming, having offered his backside to a woman. The guy who used to stare at him coldly whenever he spoke was now crying out in pleasure with his whole body.
“Gut! Maa! I! Jeinaa…! Gijja! Yaak! Please! Inside! Hak, hak, yng!”
Between the booming fireworks, his moans came like a variation.
‘Damn it, damn it.’
Why won’t this e******n go down, dammit.
Regardless of his will, the accumulating excitement was going berserk below, to the point of pain.
“Uuht! I’m gonna co-ome! Can’t, I’ll get in trouble, hang, I’ll get in trouble, in… trouble…! Can’t come, no! If I come, yes! Co, co, comiiing, uughk…!”
The pleasure-filled voice kept disturbing his mind. And on top of that, wine was now flowing over that monstrously sized c**k.
Under the moon, with her black hair flying, the mage was committing the atrocity of pouring the wine, which she had daringly snatched from his hand, over the knight’s center.
“Hiiit! Aah…!”
That bastard let out a heated, drunken moan. The huge man once again collapsed helplessly at the movements of the small, slender woman.
‘See, all those muscles are useless.’
Even as the mage manhandled the muscular body, turning it this way and that, he screamed as if loving it to death and made a huge fuss. The Crown Prince scoffed, painfully caressing his swollen front.
“Ha, what’s the use of just having a big d**k? If you don’t know how to use it.”
But the image of the witch who kept utterly overwhelming him kept surfacing. Dark eyes pressed down on him, wicked lips admired him, fierce hands clawed at him, and bewitching movements drenched him. The bizarre, licentious scene wouldn’t leave his mind, and in that imagination, the man under her hands wasn’t Ronius de Xtion, but the Crown Prince, Elliott himself.
In a world where everyone bowed and scraped, worshipping him, she would restrain the willful him, render him immobile. She would spank his backside for carelessly playing with his c**k. He was sure he didn’t enjoy such perversions, but he would want to present his backside to her, and if that happened, he would end up like that bastard earlier…
Elliott gulped and shuddered. He felt an inexplicable, ticklish sensation inside.
“Right.”
It was so vivid; what he saw couldn’t possibly be false. He didn’t know how, but he saw it clearly with his own two eyes. The man, so noble, crumbling under pleasure. The woman guiding that man down the path of pleasure under the tranquil moonlight and brilliant lights.
Elliott had to prove to himself that he wasn’t going mad. He briefly considered just relieving the tension in his painfully tight front and leaving it at that, but it was a futile deliberation.
Even as he hesitated, that bastard was undoubtedly having an incomparably rapturous time.
With fire in his eyes, he moved. The trembling that traveled up his waist with every step, driven by the part of him eager to rush ahead, only made him hurry more.
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