Chapter 87
“Not a friend? How disappointing, Sir.”
The Crown Prince smirked, watching Ronius being assaulted without being able to muster any resistance. But in truth, his gaze kept flicking back to Jeina, his appetite visibly renewed. He paid no mind to the nobles below who could potentially see, raising his hand as if about to lower his trousers. His casual tone and decidedly not-casual actions were perfectly in sync. He took a step toward her, thrusting his own center forward as if that was the main point.
“My dear friend seems displeased, no?”
He then opened his amber eyes wide, as if taunting her. Jeina responded by ramming the magical c**k in with a powerful thwack!, hard enough to mash the man’s b*****k muscles.
“Huh, ahng…!”
The vibration at the joining point amplified, sending prickling sensations swirling in her belly. She paused her movements for a moment and looked at the Crown Prince. His form, tossing his red locks arrogantly, seemed utterly confident she would never dare refuse him. That supremely self-assured look was quite irritating.
“Hung… Why, why, huht…”
Stuck with the object buried to the hilt but suddenly unmoving, Ronius panicked and turned his head. He then gave her a nervous glance over his shoulder, his b******s twitching.
‘He throws a fit telling me to stop, but this big guy is so adorable when he pouts.’
Anyone who knew the Iron-blooded Knight Ronius de Xtion would be astonished, but regardless, Ronius successfully recaptured her attention. Meanwhile, the Crown Prince, his interest snatched away again, urgently shifted his body into her line of sight and continued.
“Witch.”
When her dark eyes rolled towards him, he tapped his own center a few times.
“How is it? I mean… what about this body? Leave the one who said he doesn’t want it.”
“…What the, s**t, f**k, motherfucker. F**k… ught, ha, damn it, what does he mean, ‘how is it’…!”
Jeina silently alternated her gaze between the two men. The Crown Prince and the Knight Commander, who had ended up standing side-by-side before her, faced off, growling.
“Seems rolling around battlefields has made you rather foul-mouthed, Sir. Indeed. Even so, I am your liege lord. Isn’t this too much? So it was all an act until now, I see.”
The Crown Prince looked him up and down, as if he didn’t even need to look to know. Humiliated, Ronius clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
“Shut, the f**k up… Damn it, hup, you dirty… eyes. Where are you looking, ha? Just try turning your eyes somewhere else, f**k, Crown Prince or not…”
“Turn them? And then what?”
“You’re… curious… then, ugh, try it and see.”
“In terms of filth, could you possibly surpass our loyal, upright Knight Commander who enjoys cracking pumpkin seeds in the rear? So… Witch, what do you say?”
With the knight still impaled and unable to move, the Crown Prince took a bold step toward her.
“I may not look it, but I’m not half bad. And the c**k is no less impressive. How about I personally… entertain you in his stead? What do you say?”
“F**k, fu, ugh-hup, how dare you overstep, haht!”
Jeina first had to pacify the man whose eyes were rolling back, on the verge of losing his mind and erupting with Aura. For a moment, a surging wave of blue energy made the balcony shudder ominously.
“Huhup, feels goo—, no, aah!”
Fortunately, after a few of her sharp prods, the man calmed down instantly. Of course, her mana, which countered his Aura, absorbed the man’s energy completely, inducing an even more intense sensation. Naturally, he immediately succumbed.
“Ahhht, aaah, ah! Hang, aht! Ang…!”
Up above, the nation’s top-ranked knight was stomping his feet, thudding and making a huge commotion, while down below, they were all busy drinking and chatting among themselves. Most were those who had lived a life far removed from war, feasting comfortably. In this situation, where not a single one of them showed even a shred of interest in the commotion, the Crown Prince watched the scene in dreamlike wonder. It felt as if he were looking at two completely different worlds.
Then, the woman, holding the knight’s waist and firmly pressing down on his b******s, gathered her flying hair and tied it up. And she sharply turned her head to the side. A pale, smooth neckline and dark eyes assessing him. The Crown Prince could no longer control his increasingly heated insides. Unable to suppress his anticipation, he gave in to his excitement right then.
“Witch, you have an eye for quality after all… You won’t regret it.”
His hand, having lost all patience, went right into his trousers.
“Hhht… Want a feel?”
“Ha.”
Jeina snorted a laugh at the insolent imperial bastard.
“Teasing the Crown Prince, are you? Witch, hurry. Me…”
“You, be quiet.”
“Hup!”
She stuck a bone in the Crown Prince’s mouth.
“Uup, uup…!”
Startled by the object suddenly shoved into his mouth, he panicked and flailed, trying to spit it out. He strained until his face turned bright red, glaring at her resentfully. He shook his head wildly and even tried using his hands to pry the thing from his mouth, but it seemed more likely his teeth would come out than the object. He looked at his reflection in the window with a bewildered face. There it was, stuck imposingly in his mouth—literally a bone fit for a dog.
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