Chapter 89
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“Next is where? Hmm… Over here?”
“Where, where… haak! huung…!”
Thwack! Thwack! Staggered and shaken by the impacts that clouded his mind, Ronius hurried forward. A naked body, a hunched posture, and on top of that, his rear hole wriggling as he crawled along…
“Ughat!”
It was utterly pathetic, but each time he hesitated, the relentless thrusts from behind forced him to move forward, impaled by that cursed thing.
Perhaps they had entered a proper room, as the air around them had grown warm, and in the pitch-dark vision, his head turned incessantly. Seeing nothing amplified the sensations from behind. Anxiety about the heedlessly escalating pleasure. Each time he fumbled with his hands, trying to rise, again—
“Huhuh, uk, ung…!”
He was reduced to this. He had to wobble his body, awkwardly bent at the waist and legs. Otherwise, again…
“Uuaaht! Hauung! Ung, take this off, please! Ught, Master! Where is this, ya, hu-uuht!”
The surroundings were silent as the grave. In that solemn quiet, only his voice echoed loudly as strange moans, and the tension left him at a loss. Something seemed to be dripping from the front too.
“Ahhu, ught, uu! I’m… I’m gonna… haang!”
Immense pleasure was hammering his entire body. His high-raised b******s contorted again, his unsteadily bent legs pushed forward by Jeina. Under the persistent attacks undoubtedly aimed at one spot, he flopped about, becoming a four-legged beast, crawling here and there as she led. If he stopped, thunderous pleasure rushed at him like lightning, lashing his back and shaking his whole body. Even though his entire frame trembled due to the height difference with the woman firmly holding him from behind, he had no room to care. Excitement pounded relentlessly from behind, twisting his guts; the agony of his blocked member turned into pleasure, dizzying his head. He still crawled on all fours like a beast, gasping.
“Kkeuuhk…! Kke, uh-uut! Wait, ang, just a moment, a break, haang! Pleaase! Master! Hooak! It’s gonna, gonna burst, huhk!”
“Anyway, hoo… ught, our fussy Captain is quite demanding. ‘Pound my asshole deep,’ you said? What else? What’s the problem, huh?”
“I’m… ang, I wanna come, can’t, can’t anymore, more, hng! Please, uh! Hng! Yes! Take this off too, off…! Huung!”
The shirt blinding his eyes grew damp. Flesh collided; his whole body pulsed.
Whether aware of the man’s pitiful state or not, she pushed the thick club in, pulled it out, and pushed again without rest. Waves surged, receded, and crashed over him again.
“The nearest room. Guide me.”
She murmured. The desperate footsteps halted abruptly; the heaving waist flinched. Ronius hastily looked around, clenching his b******s.
“Who, wh, who, hu-uht!”
“You can’t see anyway, so what does it matter about some stray mutt, Captain?”
“The Crown Prince, that bastard! Hht, I, I, ah, said no, uuht, I knew that Crown Prince bastard followed, huh-ah, hang!”
The brief sense of reality that had momentarily closed in retreated again with one thrust from behind. She stroked his churning lower dantian as if soothing him.
“Shh, shh… You know what? Knight, you’re looking damn pretty right now.”
At that single whispered phrase from behind, his heart melted away softly. In that brief utterance, Ronius let go of everything he had been groaning to hold onto. Abandoning the dignity of a knight, the pride of a man, he wriggled his b******s.
‘If not a knight or a man, then what am I…?’
Pushing the confusion aside, he surrendered his entire body to the pleasure. Unknowingly, the corners of his mouth twitched.
A world where everything but the pleasure she gave was useless. A world where only that one thing remained. He sank deeper into that world. The shame was only momentary, already buried beneath the waves of pleasure. Gasping, he moved on all fours.
“Uuht, yes!”
“Ha… If you keep begging so nicely, I’ll treat you even better.”
“I’m, haa, I’m going to, I want to come, aaang…”
“Don’t stop for a second.”
Thwack!— She struck his b******s hard again. Forgetting where he was, he screamed as if a dam had burst.
“Haaa! Yes…! Put it in! Please, hng! Put it in, ang! More, uk, put it in!”
The moment the man, who had spent his entire life enduring and holding back, let go of the reins, there was nothing left to stop him. He threw off all the shackles that had bound him. His entire focus narrowed solely to the part connected to her. The powerful thrusting and the slap-slap lewd sounds.
“Haak, ah, hang! Master! Put it in! Put it in, ha, uuung!”
Finally, the shirt covering his eyes slid off, and the first thing he saw was the Crown Prince, his bare b******s wriggling as he crawled on the floor. Although he was someone who never bothered with the dignity of a Crown Prince to begin with, now he seemed to have forgotten all decorum and authority. Ronius was appalled, but he too could only gape open-mouthed and whimper.
Thus, the two most authoritative men in the Empire were being kneaded by her hands.
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