Chapter 85
Even now, it was the same. He was as giddy as when he first discovered women, gripped by an inexpressible excitement. Yet, infuriatingly, his hand was floundering foolishly in the air.
‘Why is it doing this?’
Even if he had started somewhat impulsively, this was the most sincere he had ever been. Was he faltering now? What was there to falter over? He pointlessly clenched and released the curtain, fidgeting strangely with it, pacing back and forth for a long while.
‘One must not open a closed curtain without permission.’ This was an unspoken rule of high society that no one should violate. Even a scoundrel of a Crown Prince wouldn’t be unaware of that basic decorum. But knowing was one thing, and adhering to it was another. Just because he knew didn’t mean he was the type to be bound by such manners.
‘So what! Damn it, why?!’
Why was he fussing over this?! Frustrated, he even muttered the curses he’d picked up in brothels, stomping his foot irritably. He should just push aside the curtain, or the door, or whatever, and quickly insert himself into the scene before it was too late.
‘Did his interest cool off already? That’s not it either!’
His very flesh was reacting so fervently. Elliot glared down silently, arguing with himself like a madman. He had spent his life poking his nose into interesting things everywhere, unable to break his habits, inevitably crawling here again. This hesitating body was utterly unforgivable.
Meanwhile, from the other side, the door continuously rattled and vibrated. With the tremors reaching even his skin, the Crown Prince couldn’t help but grow even more anxious. It was as if the heat from beyond was transmitting over.
‘Feels good, huh? Does it?’
What on earth could feel so utterly fantastic that a man of his size could be pushed this far by a woman? He inwardly sneered, grabbing his own bucking lower half.
“Ha…”
Thump, thump! The obscured window now shook as if about to shatter. He swallowed hard. The sound of his own pounding heart drowned out the distant fireworks.
Elliot knew. The longer he stalled here, the better it would be for that bastard.
He didn’t want to lose to that gloomy son of a b***h. To do that, he had to prove to the witch, as quickly as possible, that he was the one who knew how to have more fun and play more wildly. Putting on airs would be unbefitting.
‘Let that stuck-up bastard keep his dignity to himself.’
What is there to hesitate about?! He silently yelled, shoving the draped curtains aside with both hands.
“Huhp…!”
As the curtains were pushed aside, revealing the scene he had finally witnessed, the Crown Prince drew in a sharp, ragged breath. His eyes, which had flown wide open on their own, trembled helplessly, lost.
‘I… didn’t anticipate this…’
He thought he had already imagined every possible scenario, but his imagination hadn’t been good enough. Elliot, who had at best expected to encounter the man’s sturdy backside first, was visibly flustered by the situation of facing him head-on. He stood dumbfounded before a scene beyond the scope of his imagination, blinking as he beheld the feast of shock. Clatter-clatter— The window, filled with a man, was shaking violently.
Soon, the man twitched and twisted his body, lifting his head, and Elliot’s jaw dropped.
‘…What the hell is this?’
The man twisted his large body incessantly, at a loss. And thanks to that, Elliot could see. He only flinched once at the savagely gleaming c**k, but he couldn’t hold back his shock at what he saw as the waist twisted.
‘What, what is that… being impaled on…?’
Elliot’s jaw steadily dropped at the enormous presence moving in and out of the man’s backside. Meanwhile, the crimson eyes that met his were engulfed in deep chaos. It was a disaster beyond recall now.
No, who was the one who should really be shocked here? Elliot thought, his eyes rolling unconsciously.
That lofty Xtion’s a**s was being penetrated not even by a woman’s fingers, but by some club-like thing—could anything be more shocking than this? Yet, as if observing a disconnected world, Elliot couldn’t tear his gaze away from them. His cheeks flushed crimson. His whole body burned, and his lower half throbbed painfully against the bulging front of his trousers. Whether the man was being f****d or the woman was doing the f*****g, s****l intercourse was all the same anyway. The fact that he was blushing over Xtion’s coupling wounded his pride immensely.
As the man reared up and thrashed, the woman’s figure, which had been hidden by the man’s bulk, flickered into view. The object boasting cannon-like momentum swayed dementedly, and she, gripping Xtion’s b******s tightly, raised her hips. At a glance, an enormous thing stood rigidly upright, and he immediately slammed his body against the window with a great crash. Xtion howled ferociously.
The ground seemed to shake from the fierce vibration. The fallen man’s body shook this way and that with the woman’s movements. The witch licked her lips and thrust into him, and Xtion shook his head with a tearful face while offering his b******s. His b******s, wanting even more pleasure, flirted awkwardly and coquettishly, and the woman responded with passionate hip thrusts.
The man who had struggled with all his might was finally in a frenzy.
Ronius Xtion—he seemed utterly consumed by pleasure. The Crown Prince swallowed hard, unknowingly pushing one of the windows open.
“Sto, stop, haang!”
“Here? You like it here, Roni?”
“No, hik…! There! There! Master, this, what, oohh…!”
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