Chapter 111
“Ha, huk… huaaah…”
She shuddered and squirmed. She wished it would end now, but the two men were still thrusting and moving while buried inside. Moreover, when Psyche came earlier, only Serdin had released his seed, while Helios hadn’t spilled a single drop.
“Ngh…”
Finally, Serdin, who had been shaking his hips and spurting his seed until the very end, stopped moving. But even after emptying himself completely, he didn’t withdraw from inside her. Because of this, Helios had to feel Serdin’s member twitching as it e********d, and vividly experience another man’s seed splashing against his own c**k.
“Ah… this is rather distasteful.”
“Then pull out.”
Serdin muttered lowly as he half-withdrew his now somewhat softened member, then thrust it back in deeply. Helios’s face rarely hardened.
“If it’s disgusting, hah, just pull out?”
“…I think you should be the one pulling out, Serdin.”
However, Helios quickly regained his composure and playfully bucked his hips as if daring him to continue. As the two flesh masses rubbed against each other explicitly, Serdin, as if unable to endure anymore, spat out a curse and completely withdrew his member.
From then on, it was Helios’s time.
“Ah, no… th-that, hah, stooop…!”
As the massive c**k scraped against her inside, which had already climaxed several times, Psyche screamed and nearly fainted. Thwap! Thwap! Each time he thrust and withdrew, her spine tingled and her mind went blank. At that moment, Helios turned her body while holding her tightly. The man, crushing her against the bed, bit her earlobe hard and whispered.
“What do you mean no, when you’re dripping with pleasure?”
“Ah, haaa…!”
“Phrena, you can never go back to how you were before.”
Even as Psyche writhed in endless pleasure, Helios didn’t stop. He became rougher, more persistent, and continued his serpentine whispers.
“No matter how much you try to forget, your body will remember this ecstasy until you die.”
The act continued until she fainted from exhaustion, and throughout his thrusting, Helios whispered incessantly in her ear like brainwashing.
That her body would never forget the c***s of those Arje beings whom she had so despised and ignored.
* * *
Psyche looked around dazedly. It was a magnificent and grand place that even she, accustomed to beautiful and luxurious things, couldn’t hide her admiration. Where is… this place? As she examined the space that felt both unfamiliar yet strangely familiar, an unknown force led her body somewhere. The place she was led to was a bedroom.
‘…Your Majesty?’
The bedroom’s owner was someone she knew well. Silver hair symbolizing the imperial family, soft lips, gentle atmosphere. It was His Majesty the Emperor. Looking at the Emperor sleeping like the dead, she realized.
Ah, this is a dream.
At that moment, she sensed someone’s presence. Psyche turned around with a start. A black silhouette was approaching her. No, that wasn’t it. The black silhouette was approaching the Emperor, not her.
‘What, who?’
She wanted to ask who they were, but no voice came out. The silhouette stopped right in front of the Emperor, then took out small vials from their robe pocket and arranged them neatly on the bedside table. One vial, two vials, three vials… twenty-two vials.
After counting the final number of vials, Psyche furrowed her brow. The contents of those vials… could they be the concentrated potion of Epicteus I’s power?
Epicteus I, unable to contain his overflowing power, had made potions of his concentrated strength. The potions were made for future generations of emperors, and no one except the Emperor knew their exact location.
Then could the contents of those vials be something else?
‘But… no matter how I look at it, it seems to be exactly the potion I’m thinking of.’
Her doubt soon became certainty. The silhouette began uncorking the vials and drinking the liquid inside.
Two vials, three vials, four vials… Surely they’re not going to drink all of that? As she watched the silhouette with a serious expression, clank, the silhouette put down an empty vial on the table. This was when ten vials had been emptied.
‘They drank ten vials of that?’
Just one vial, one vial is enough to gain first-rank power. And that power is passed down through generations. That’s how much strong power was concentrated in each vial. If they drank 10 vials, just how strong would they become? As Psyche held her breath, unable to even dare guess how much power that would be, in the next moment, her eyes widened.
The black silhouette suddenly gripped the remaining vials forcefully as if to destroy them. Finally, crack-! With an ominous sound, the vials shattered into pieces. As the silhouette lightly shook their hand once, glass shards fell with a clatter, and blood-mixed purple liquid splattered messily across the bed and carpet.
The Emperor opened his eyes almost simultaneously.
‘…!’
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