Chapter 103 – The King’s Woman
“Give me this.”
“… I do not like it!”
In Lubo Castle, a fruit seller and a masked man had a scuffle in a shop alley. However, the struggle to steal did not last long. The one wearing the armor of the Knights of the Silver Hand approached and raised his hand to the masked assailant, and the [Paralysis Thorn] Crawled through the assailant’s body as light radiated from his hand.
Three fluorescent snakes wrapped around the masked man’s body. The masked assailant panicked at the surprise, but he couldn’t move. All he could do was creak like an old, unlubricated alchemy machine.
“It would have been forbidden to commit crimes in the city. I arrest you as a spot-criminal pursuant to section 135 section 1 of the Kingdom Law.”
“… What… Billion… Rebellion… ?”
The sound of leaking wind coming out of his mouth was drowned out by the [Shouting] Magic that resounded throughout [Rubo Castle]. Perhaps that voice will resonate not only in [Rubo Castle] But also in other regions. The second prince, now the king, Parshe’s beautiful voice fascinated people.
“I will use the soldiers to suppress confusion in the kingdom. From now on, those who take advantage of the chaos to commit crimes will be severely punished. Rest assured, the people who have lived for good will, my father was the most incompetent dark soldier in the history of the kingdom. He was a cancer soldier who died at the hands of angry people. But I will set an example for him no matter how much I have a father who is a cancer soldier-.”
The second prince’s lengthy speech continued. Those who tried to commit crimes taking advantage of the chaos were captured by the Knights of the Silver Hand, who did not know where they came from. The security guards, who usually did not show their noses, quickly took care of the security. On that day, it is said that the people of the kingdom finally reached peace after a long period of confusion.
… Except for one person.
“… Prince.”
The resounding [Shouting] Magic shook the body of the white bird, who had lost her eyes while crouching. The gentle yet majestic voice of the monarch began to slowly cut through Fenrir’s body. Fenrir closed his eyes and bit his lip.
The monarch’s voice belonged to the second prince. Every time Fenrir heard that voice, his chest and the inside of his stomach trembled. The prince’s voice caressed Fenrir’s whole body with a rough hand. Fenrir hated himself and closed his eyes tightly. The hallucination projected by Fenrir’s unconsciousness gently stroked Fenrir’s arm in the form of a prince.
– Clap
“Huh…”
After his speech, King Parche opened his door and appeared majestic, nodding his head and extending his arms to the left and right. As a young and competent king, he perfectly embodies the character of a raid boss. Fenrir, a mere midday player, was forced to bow his head and pay homage. He crouched down and put his head on the floor, as if doing a stretch.
“Ohhh, my white bird.”
“… Prince.”
“I am no longer a prince… “
Hearing the king’s live voice, Fenrir’s tears poured out. After all, it was the prince who came to rescue him. Fenrir’s consciousness blamed his poor mother. Blood flowed from biting his lip. His stamina sealed in his necklace made Fenrir feel bitter pain. The king didn’t mind, opened the cage, bent his knees and lifted Fenrir by the chin.
“You are the king.”
“Now our wedding is not too far away.”
“…”
Fenrir’s eyes trembled and his gaze dropped. She has been neglected for a week, unable to see anyone, hearing the woman’s moaning every night like an auditory hallucination. Fenrir, who had gone mad, looked at her heartily as a king, and felt her warm heart. A picture of her wearing her own wedding dress emerged in the form of her hallucinations as her necklace infused her Fenrir into her subconscious realm.
“… You are the king.”
“Yes, this way.”
Fenrir approached the king and embraced her by her own will, not by the will of her necklace or by the king’s command. The king’s body heat was transferred to Fenrir’s body. The king’s pheromone tickled Fenrir’s nasal passages. As the king’s hand brushed Fenrir’s hair, Fenrir trembled and fell into the king’s bosom.
“I love you.”
“…”
She listened to the words out of proportion. Fenrir thought. But she couldn’t do anything about Fenrir in the arms of the king. The time when her empty head was colored with that of a gentle king made her happy. Her own little, soft flesh was buried in the prince’s hard body. The king hugged Fenrir in line with Fenrir’s movement.
“… You are the king.”
“You are my wife. Call me by the name Parche.”
“I dare, though…”
Distorted thoughts, distorted feelings. Fenrir thought.
However, the voice that rose from the depths of her throat was not much different from that of a woman who became deaf after meeting an old lover. She thinks she doesn’t want to, but she goes into a wild ecstasy. The gap in her mind split Fenrir’s heart into two. Her lips parted naturally and her mouth tingled. The king kissed Fenrir’s fallen lips.
“Huh–♡”
-Chung, cheup
The king’s tongue penetrated between Fenrir’s slightly parted lips. At the entrance of the king, who was as strong as the rebels, the gatekeeper, Fenrir, had no choice but to open the gate and welcome him. Fenrir turned into a bitch, closed her eyes, and accepted the king’s caress. Every time she feels sorry for herself being trampled on in her mouth, the form of her pleasure becomes thicker.
I want to frown. Fenrir thought. Thoughts, thoughts, but her body wouldn’t keep up. She herself likes the man in front of her. It’s not a lie either. He caressed Fenrir’s back and her breasts as they kissed her soft but violent hand. His swollen chest trembled and Fenrir’s eyes closed tightly.
“…”
“As expected, you deserve to be my wife.”
Surprisingly, it was the king who stepped down first. Fenrir stuck out his tongue and mingled with the king. He held his breath for a long time, but his collar didn’t even allow Fenrir to strangle him. But none of that mattered anymore. Fenrir looked at the prince with a gentle smile.
“… Aren’t you busy?”
“Now, when the superior moves directly, it is over. A good leader must treat his subordinates well.”
Fenrir bit his lips once more. She held her breath. The king’s pheromone is mixed in the breath he hastily inhaled. The man’s smell seemed to prevent proper thinking. Fenrir had hallucinations of his tail growing like a werewolf and wagging like a devoted dog to his master. He couldn’t tell how much was hallucination and how much was real.
The king picked up poor Fenrir and dragged him to his bed. She had to make her child to pay for her job with her full of charm. Not with a eunuch, but with a real woman.
The king instinctively felt that the next child would be a better king than he was. Having charm in [Theresia] Is a sign of how well he commands his subordinates. The child who inherited the charm of the two… He will be a great commander.
Fenrir’s slender body fell lightly onto the bed with the king’s guidance. The king stroked Fenrir from temple to chin as if he were handling expensive porcelain. The room they slept in today was the room of the second prince, which Fenrir had managed for a week. It was so well maintained that I could smell the fluffy sheets and fragrant and spicy Pubo logs. Everything was in excellent condition, like new.
“… I’m sorry.”
Fenrir’s thighs trembled thinly with the sound of rapid breathing. After stroking his jawline, the king naturally came down the island in front of him and slowly unraveled the ribbons of Fenrir’s maid outfit. It is the last garment that can only be tasted tonight. The king was not in a hurry like when he first met Perrin. Fenrir’s skin was revealed when he pulled the ribbon on his chest. Fenrir’s bra also came undone when the ribbon was untied, revealing raw breasts.
Fenrir covered his front island. He did not understand why he was covered. His fists were clasped and his crossed wrists trembled slightly, but the king gently opened each of his fingers from Fenrir’s fist. It was as easy as plucking petals from a flower bud about to bloom.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“… I, I, I… “
No matter how much he tried to evoke words, the only thing that came out of Fenrir’s open mouth was docility. He tried to run away, but he couldn’t even move. The king touched Fenrir’s thin silver hair. His hair, which ran between his thumb and forefinger, was softer than any thread in the world. The king covered Fenrir’s skin with his hair. A single strand of hair spread out like a veil, barely covering her small breasts.
“… Hehe♡.”
“Is this okay?”
Fenrir felt the tickle, but nothing came out except for his laugh. The king unwrapped his ribbon again as he unwrapped his gift box. Fenrir’s maid outfit, which had been intricately entangled over a long period of time, spread out from side to side. Inside, I could see a corset that was sternly tight. The king untied the ribbon from Fenrir’s corset.
“Huh… ♡”
Fenrir took a deep breath as the object that gripped his stomach and chest was gone. Fenrir’s tense, shrunken, narrow shoulders were completely released and buried in the bed. The king stroked his corset-marked belly. Fenrir flinched as the irritation touched his sensitive skin. Just then, the sun disappeared outside. The night is just beginning.
“Hick, it… ♡”
“It’s fine if you don’t do anything like this in the future.”
“Huh… Thank you.”
The king smiled and unwrapped Fenrir’s next ribbon. Fenrir’s posture became more natural as the object that was holding him down was gone. When the king undid even the ribbon at the hem of his skirt, the garment Fenrir was wearing spread apart in the form of a piece of cloth. Now, the only things left between Fenrir and the king are the king’s clothes and Fenrir’s underwear. Even that, Fenrir’s underwear was completely wet, revealing translucent skin, and it couldn’t do its job.
“Did you think of yourself as a man when we first met?”
“…”
Fenrir hesitated, not understanding the king’s intentions. The king smiled again, capable of killing women with just his lips. It was a terrifyingly beautiful smile.
“It’s okay to be honest.”
Fenrir’s necklace glows red. Fenrir creates meaningless words with his lips, tongue, and vocal cords that do not move according to his will. When the king moved his lips to say ‘again’, Fenrir spat out the correct word again. It was a voice like a rumble coming from a deep, deep cave.
“… I still think so.”
“Even though you’re going to be busy for another week?”
Fenrir clenched his fists and shook his head from side to side. He shook so desperately that his long silver hair that came down to his waist flew off. The king laughed again. Just as he was trying to bring out and suppress every remaining rebel in the kingdom, the king tried to bring out and suppress the man’s heart remaining in Fenrir’s heart. That cruel touch touched his side, where Fenrir’s pantyhose was nestled.
