The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 175

The words tumbled out thoughtlessly, but Cassis knew it wasn’t actually possible. He was the king, after all—how could he freely interact with male subjects while coldly rejecting every woman? He might as well abdicate.

But then, what could he do to make Evelyn stop worrying—not just about this moment, but any future doubts that might arise?

A hazy thought flickered at the edge of his mind before solidifying. It wouldn’t be a bad way to prove what he’d just declared—that he would have no one but her. Satisfied with the idea, he uttered the words without hesitation.

“Fine. If you’re so consumed with insecurity, I’ll swear a vow of chastity to you.”

“A… what?”

Her voice wavered in disbelief, but he wasn’t laughing—his expression remained cold, focused only on making his point.

“A lifelong oath, binding you to me. Will you believe me now? As long as you exist, I’ll take no other lover.”

What… was that? Evelyn blinked slowly. She’d never heard those words from anyone before. Chastity was for noblewomen, oaths were for knights… wasn’t that how it went?

Before she could steady her ragged breath, he was already moving—tilting her hips back, exposing her slick folds. His touch was rough, without hesitation. And as for her top, which had held out a little longer? It was gone in an instant, leaving her completely bare.

“No… We can’t—we’re beneath the World Tree! Even if its eyes aren’t watching… we absolutely can’t…!”

She couldn’t take it. Twisting her waist desperately, she pleaded with him.

“W-Wait, just… just a second—”

“You’re the one who wanted a vow of chastity. And to seal it, I need to have you right here. So hold still.”

His words—I’m going to take you here, no matter what—left Evelyn stunned. She could endure the grassy field beneath his blue cloak, she could endure his bedchamber… but under the gaze of the World Tree itself?

Overcome with shame, she clutched at his unyielding wrists, her voice trembling.

“B-But… it’ll see us… The World Tree will…!”

He smiled, cold and indulgent, as if amused by her absurd protest. Then he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand—the very hand trying to push him away.

“It already has. It already knows everything. Did you really think the World Tree was unaware of what we’ve been doing?”

“Hngk—!”

Cassis didn’t wait for her hesitation. His fingers dragged down, teasing her exposed flesh, and her body—already aching from neglect—betrayed her instantly, slick arousal spilling forth. His index, middle, and ring fingers pushed in one by one, stretching her tight heat until she was full. Evelyn clenched around him, legs kicking weakly, but it was too late to escape.

After working her open just enough, Cassis settled between her thighs, lifting her legs to hook around his waist. Evelyn knew exactly what was coming—and in desperation, she tried one last plea.

“W-Wait, if… if I misunderstood, I’m sorry! I just thought— Ahh—hnn!”

Her excuses were useless. Cassis drove into her in one brutal thrust, hilting himself to the root before snapping his hips up, each movement punctuated by sharp, stinging slaps to her a*s. Not painful—just enough to send electric pleasure coursing through her, stoking the flames of raw, reckless need. Her lower body moved on its own, rocking greedily against him, each slap only making her clench tighter around his c**k.

I thought it was the worst. This savage method of resolving conflicts—melting together with heated bodies when rational words failed to solve the problem. Yet, Cassis, who was now relentlessly engaged in the act, was intoxicated with unparalleled excitement. Indeed, there was some merit to be found in ancient traditions after all.

“Hngghh….”

Even the lewd moans spilling from her tight throat were unbearably enticing, but soon, he was tormented by an insatiable thirst. The problem was that he knew exactly where to touch, suck, and knead Evelyn’s body to drive her wild.

Right now, he loved the filthy, wet sounds of their joining, the lewd squelches ringing in his ears—but at the same time, an overwhelming urge surged within him to do more. Like skillfully grabbing the thighs rubbing desperately against his hips and making her inner flesh tremble. Or burying his face between those heaving b*****s, sucking hard, leaving behind marks—branding her as his. Or gripping the soft curve of her lower belly and squeezing until she screamed…

If he touched her everywhere at once, overwhelming her with pleasure, Evelyn would surely pass out from the sheer intensity. A shame—but he couldn’t allow that. His goal was to have her fully conscious the entire time. He straightened his back, staring into her dazed eyes, and delivered the one thing he needed to say.

“I have no intention of wasting time on some hollow engagement.”

“Hh—Hnng…!”

“If we’re doing this, it’ll be marriage. And from now on, that woman filling your head—you won’t lay a single finger on her. So wipe her from your mind.”

Having firmly declared his stance, he thrust deep to mark the occasion, making their joined bodies shake. Even as he drove into her with enough force to make her thighs ache, Evelyn—instead of surrendering to pleasure—trembled, lips quivering as she desperately tried to speak.

“Ghh—ah… Hnng, Po… Polyeuk—!”

‘Goddammit. That’s the last name I wanted to hear.’