27. Mulla Wave.

Aran started pushing in with force.

To hold back with a fully ripe woman right in front of him, even naked, was just plain ridiculous.

 

 

“Aaaah…! Your Highness-aah…!”

 

 

Milkis called out desperately, but his glans was slowly widening the entrance to her cave as it entered.

 

 

“Hiiiik!”

 

Unease and fear.

And a hint of anticipation nestled in one corner.

 

 

Her body, once a wasteland of pleasure, had transformed into a blazing furnace with a single touch, and without even realizing it, her legs were already spread wide.

 

Following Aran’s touch, his force, and her own heart, her fair, jade-like legs spread further apart, and his thing began to delve deeper.

 

 

Jjeueuk!

 

 

“Haaht… H-hot… It’s hot… Please take it out…”

 

A heat she was experiencing for the first time.

It was as threatening as a burn,

yet simultaneously so pleasurable that she was captivated.

 

 

Terrin had paved the way.

Following that path of pleasure, she too began to fall into the unavoidable pleasure of a woman.

 

 

 

 

“When did you learn such techniques?”

“Hehe. Shall I do the same for you? My schedule is free tomorrow night.”

“I’ll pass. I dislike women.”

 

 

Katarina declined firmly, though inwardly curious.

 

 

She approached Milkis, who was still agonizing, her face subtly contorted as if in pain yet not quite.

 

“Come now, just give in already. Life is about yielding.”

“Ugh… Baron… such lewdness… Hieuu…”

“I’ve told you countless times, being lewd isn’t a bad thing!”

 

 

Katarina preached to her, raising her majestic spirit.

 

 

“You are a subject, and this person is the King, so show the loyalty you always emphasize and just give in. Keu keu.”

 

 

If you took away the laughter at the end and just looked at the sentence, it would be the words of a truly flawless loyal subject. It’s just that what she’s doing is adultery.

 

 

In normal times, Milkis would have been able to respond using her excellent logic and insight, but now, her body had been heated up by Terrin’s handiwork, so she was at a level where she could actually understand and accept it.

 

 

“Aah… loyal subject…”

“That’s right. You’re a loyal subject.”

“Eueu…”

 

 

Milkis listened to her words of ‘loyal subject’ and slowly stopped resisting.

She stopped pushing him away with her body and her flesh.

 

Thanks to that, Aran was able to enter more easily.

 

 

“Hey, what’s with you? Helping me out.”

“Hmph. Helping? What help? I just can’t bear the shame of you being the only one ravaged by your beastly thing, so I’m bringing in another person to reduce the time you’re touching me, even if only a little.”

“Cute.”

 

 

Her pouting and sulking was so adorable that he stroked her cheek.

At that, she was startled and stepped back.

 

 

“Eugh, don’t be disgusting. Ugh.”

 

Katarina showed off her outstanding acting skills by pretending to vomit.

 

“Hehe. The Baron is such a prude.”

 

 

Terrin’s fingers then slid up her spine, giving her the chills.

 

 

“Hiiiik?!!”

 

 

In an instant, something electrifying shot up her spine from her vulva, and she felt like something had exploded in her brain.

 

 

“A…aaah…”

 

 

A stream of vaginal fluid flowed out, soaking the bed.

 

 

“While Your Highness is dealing with the Baron, you and I shall be together.”

“N-no, I don’t want to. I hate women!”

 

 

Terrin forcibly (!) laid down the struggling Katarina and began to ravish her.

 

 

When she first started with women, it was only to forget her dead husband, but now, along with sleeping with Aran, it had long since become one of the joys of her life.

 

 

 

 

 

Around the time Katarina, pinned down by Terrin, was letting out silent screams, Aran was struggling with his first entry right next to them.

 

Although she had stopped resisting, her tightly closed cave was quite narrow, making it difficult for his large thing to enter.

 

But who was Aran?

A lecher and master who had bedded countless virgins.

No one could beat him at opening narrow doors and exploring hot caves.

 

 

Puk.

 

 

“Hit…!”

 

When he applied a little more force, about one-fifth of it was instantly thrust in.

Milkis’s mind snapped to attention, and her pupils dilated.

 

 

“A… Y-Your Highness, this is not right! This… is not…”

 

 

Puuk!

 

 

“Aaaargh!”

 

 

Just as her resistance was about to awaken, Aran pushed all the way in, putting a period to it.

 

 

With the sound of flesh tearing, fresh blood flowed over her white buttocks.

Her petite body trembled, desperately trying to push away the pain.

 

 

“Haa…haa…”

 

 

The first pain she had ever experienced.

At this moment, Terrin’s technique was meaningless.

Her head rang, she felt like her body had been severed, and the pleasure that had gently caressed her body quickly turned into a needle-like sharpness, hacking her to pieces.

 

Aran stroked her hair and waited, as she panted as if out of breath.

Still, she was an innocent woman, and he didn’t want to do it without consideration.

 

 

“I’ll be gentle with you.”

 

Aran kissed her forehead and began to caress her body.

His caressing skills were not great compared to his thing, but he had some experience, so he was able to alleviate the pain to some extent.

 

 

“Aah… Your Highness…”

 

 

Milkis, who had regained some composure, felt like the sky was falling, but she decided to accept it, thinking that it couldn’t be helped.

Her fortress had already been breached, and she had bled, so they were bound by oath, and their relationship had gone beyond a simple lord-vassal relationship to one of a woman and a man.

 

The naive her believed that a relationship unique to the two of them had been formed, into which no political dynamics could interfere.

 

 

‘Yes… if Your Highness desires this body…’

 

 

There was no precedent in history for a subject and a king to share affection.

This was because both the subject and the king were women in the first place.

 

 

Of course, unless it was an extremely unusual situation, a king would never order a subject to enter his bedchamber.

 

 

But Aran was a man.

If she had to obey the king’s orders as a subject, then she should naturally attend to him in bed.

 

 

At least, that’s what she thought now.

 

 

“Eue… Now that it’s come to this… I will protect you. Your Highness.”

“Ah… yes.”

 

 

In that moment, he felt an incredibly strong responsibility land on his shoulders with a thud, but Aran tried to ignore it and subtly began to move.

 

 

Each time he moved, the muscles in her face contorted, making her look like she was about to cry, and Aran tried to be as considerate as possible.

 

He also carefully touched her erogenous zones, such as her breasts and neck.

 

 

Normally, no matter how hard a man squeezed, it wouldn’t leave a mark, but Aran was no ordinary man.

 

 

 

 

“Your Highness.”

 

 

Milkis exhaled hot breath with half-closed eyes.

 

 

“If you truly desire me, then kiss me.”

 

She was clearly misunderstanding something, but Aran responded to her.

Feeling her cave sucking him in strongly, he pressed his chest against her plump breasts and lowered his face…

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Uryaaa~!!”

 

 

Kwagwang!

 

 

The wall, adorned with splendid decorations, shattered completely, drawing the attention of the four men and women tangled in the bed.

 

 

Through the rising white smoke, the shadow of a tall figure was revealed.

 

Long hair and an arrogantly raised chin.

Voluptuous breasts and a slender waist.

And a seductively bulging butt and long, slender legs.

 

 

The pose she struck was all too familiar and, in a way, even boring.

 

 

She pointed at Aran with a snap.

 

 

“I can hear everything!! Seriously, this horndog turns lewd the moment I take my eyes off him!!”

 

 

It was Moae.

 

 

She had been quietly reading in the next room when she heard sounds of him ravishing a strange woman, no matter how she tried to ignore it, so she broke through the wall with her fist and invaded.

 

 

It was truly a fist of fury.

 

 

“And you too, Duchess!! The two of you plotting together to rape an innocent woman, kyaaaa! How could a treasure like me have fallen for such a lecher! The heavens are heartless! This must be the goddesses envying my beauty! They’re just being mean out of spite!!”

 

 

She stamped her feet and spewed out her anger.

 

“Why are you breaking the wall…”

 

 

Aran, completely dispirited, lowered his voice, and she approached with an ‘eueu…!’ face.

 

 

“Everyone else is working hard, and you’re out womanizing. Impressive, Your Highness.”

“…You’re not working.”

“Hmph! My very existence is already working hard.”

“Working… hard…?”

“It’s an abbreviation for ‘working hard.’ Hancock taught me.”

“What exactly is he teaching you?”

“More importantly! Who is this person and where did she come from!”

 

 

Moae pointed at Milkis, who was lying down and staring blankly.