Chapter 84
Immediately after her words, which he couldn’t understand, his body jolted.
“Huh-uh, ugh! Up…! Suddenly, wa, wa-it! Too big…”
Thwump! She thrust her hips up, and a sharp pain pierced through his rear.
“Uh, hang…!”
His breath caught in his throat. He arched his neck, lifting his chin as if gasping for air. His body collapsed as if being impaled on a spear by the endlessly pushing object. His thick upper body thudded heavily against the window.
The interior, already sloppy with sweat, wine, and mucus, wasn’t particularly difficult, but it didn’t readily give way either. Each time, the woman from behind gave a slight recoil and pushed that huge thing in and in again. The thoroughly loosened mucous membrane chewed and sucked on the thick pillar with a resilient grip, filling the inside tightly.
“Hh, geh-up, uh, yng-de, ap, tear, uh-juhang, ughk, yng-de…”
“Hut, wow… Ha! So this is why everyone f***s. Feels f*****g great.”
Spitting out such lowly words casually, Jeina scraped and prodded the inner walls here and there, as if widening the path.
“More! Jeb! Stop! Gut, gut, inside all, all… Can’t… Wrong, can’t, won’t…”
The oppressive size filled him completely. Yet, even though he was already filled to the point of numbness, Jeina persistently pushed the c**k-like thing in, and his back hole stretched horrifyingly wide to accept it again. Just when it seemed over, it pushed in again, and just when he thought it was done, it went deeper… His insides were shredded, and his body was being ruined pitifully. He mindlessly shook his b******s, babbling incoherently.
“No! Hup, aahp, Witch, no, aayet, can’t, hang…!”
“What are you saying? It’s not fully in yet. You’re making such a fuss saying it’s good, just being melodramatic?”
A sharp hand slapped his b******s, and he, as if against a fierce current, swam and barely managed to support himself against the window again. Alien sensations prickled all over his body. Pain piercing his entire being and an unbearably strange, unusual feeling blooming within. In a mood where he felt like he had to thrash and destroy everything to find relief, he could only bang his head against the window—thump thump. And at that moment, whoosh—
“Uh-hup…?”
An unusual sound was heard, and darkness lifted from his vision. He creaked in panic at the suddenly brightened view. Intensely reflected light stabbed at his eyes.
“Hu-uh, uhhng… Wha, what…”
The curtain across the window was wide open. No way, no way. He stared blankly ahead, and his eyes met those of the guy standing there dumbfounded, with a face even dumber than his own. The two intersecting gazes wavered like a heat haze.
“You, this bastard, right now, you’re doing this to me…”
His own disheveled figure was vaguely reflected on the window framing the splendid hall, and over it, the Crown Prince’s image was superimposed. The bastard’s mouth was hanging open like an idiot, and his yellowish eyes wandered around him, lost. In a clear confusion where he couldn’t tell dream from reality, the stunned Ronius, floundering, belatedly jerked his body upright.
“What, the Crown Prin… that f*****g bastard, kkeut, what, what the, s**t, hht, oo, uhak, ak!”
At the sudden appearance of the Crown Prince, and those yellow eyes that had clearly met his directly, plus the pillar lodged in his back… He fell into a panic. Desperately trying to hide his state, his limbs thrashed and struggled wildly.
Jeina, disregarding this f*****g situation entirely, pressed firmly on his b******s. Then, she pulled back a little. The feeling of the object scraping his inner walls as it slid out elicited a small sob, but only for a moment, as she suddenly, BAM! Thrust her hips forward again along the opened path.
“Whaat! Jeinaa, hang! Ang! Can’t! Hiik…!”
His body flopped forward onto the window. From the shocking sensation, he gasped like an animal skewered on a spit. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.
She, having slightly adjusted her angle, fired the cannon again, driving him forward. That spot he so desperately didn’t want hit was struck directly, and he cried out like a beast.
“Uh-hok! Aaang! Da, uk, hng, f*****g hell, now ah! Jeiina! Keuk…!”
Immense pleasure, he opened its maw and swallowed him whole.
His breath stopped, his guts twisted. A thrilling, fierce excitement dug deep into his core. The fireworks bursting profusely outside—he no longer knew if they were exploding in his head or in the sky.
He screamed I don’t want it, I don’t want it, cried, shook his b******s, and clenched the space between them tightly.
* * *
The banquet hall, subsided from the aftermath of the festivities, was in a state of orderly disarray yet quiet. The attendants tidying the grand hall, the maids, even the knight who had been quietly following him—all had been dismissed. In the now-empty hall, illuminated only by anachronistic lamplight, the Crown Prince aimlessly looked around as he walked. He took a bold few steps, then halted again, looking down at the taut front of his trousers. He steadied his breathing, advanced a few more paces, and his chest tightened at the sight of the sole closed curtain. Finally, his hand grasped the firmly shut curtain, and his face flushed crimson from his wildly beating heart.
But now that the long-awaited moment had arrived, this damn hand of his started causing trouble again. He bit his lip hard, frustrated by the hand that wouldn’t obey him. The entire walk over, countless times in his mind, he had thrown the curtain open and appeared before them with the imposing dignity of the Crown Prince.
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