## Chapter 30 – No Hiding Your Roots # 2
In the deep darkness of the night, Charlotte’s bed creaked once more.
The sound of flesh against flesh, a wet slapping, gradually transformed into a squelching, watery noise.
– *Squeesh! Squeesh! Sploosh, squeesh!*
Charlotte gripped Number 25’s wrists, preventing his escape, and rapidly moved her hips above him.
The gentle Charlotte was long gone, as she took control, mounting Number 25 in positions she desired.
She didn’t allow him a single moment of rest, her pussy clamping tightly around his entire cock, making escape impossible.
After Number 25 had come about seven times, his arms and legs had become limp and uncoordinated.
Lying beneath her, feeling Charlotte’s weight, Number 25 pleaded with a distorted expression.
“Cha, Charlotte… please stop…”
Even as his mouth begged her to stop, Number 25’s cock responded shamelessly to Charlotte’s breasts, which swayed up and down with each rhythmic thrust of her hips.
Charlotte smiled in satisfaction at the cock hardening once more inside her.
“Heh, huh… do you really want to stop? Your cock keeps getting bigger inside me, saying otherwise, though?”
“If I go any further… I’ll break.”
Charlotte lowered her upper body slightly, stuffing her sweat-drenched breasts into Number 25’s whining mouth.
Even with his depleted stamina, his mouth still worked. Charlotte’s breasts, filling his mouth, tasted sweet.
If she could, she wanted to have sex with Number 25 until the night was over, but Number 25 was already on the verge of exceeding his body and mind’s limits, both physically and in terms of pleasure. She couldn’t bear to see him completely break down, so this orgasm would be the last. She had just decided.
“It’s the last one… so you have to hang in there a little longer, okay?”
At the word “last,” Number 25’s movements changed noticeably. He slightly lifted his hips in response to Charlotte’s movements, and nipped at the nipple in his mouth, just hard enough to register.
It made all the difference in the world whether you could see the finish line or not.
With the thought that it would be over soon, Number 25 squeezed out the last of his strength and brought his sex with Charlotte to an end.
Charlotte, too, drooled and moaned, her wet voice growing louder in response to Number 25’s proactive movements.
“Haa… ha, aah…”
Number 25 sucked on her breast and came for the eighth time without a word.
Charlotte felt the semen flooding inside her and reached her eighth climax as well.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure engulfing her body, Charlotte collapsed onto Number 25’s small body, her sweat-soaked form heavy on top of him.
No more. She didn’t have the strength to lift even a finger.
Number 25 barely managed to pull his mouth away from Charlotte’s breast, and a clear teeth mark remained on her nipple.
Charlotte slowly raised her upper body, and as she lifted her hips, a stream of fluid, a mixture of vaginal secretions and semen, flowed down.
The fruit of their combined efforts, the crystallization of their love, Charlotte was lost in a strange happiness as she gazed at the fluid.
Feeling utterly satisfied, she collapsed beside the limp Number 25 and held him in her arms.
Number 25, cradled in Charlotte’s arms, was catching his breath. Charlotte looked at him with loving eyes and asked.
“Was it good?”
Only a moan escaped Number 25’s lips. Taking it as a sign of affirmation, Charlotte gently squeezed Number 25’s balls, careful not to hurt him.
The two shrunken orbs, the result of about three hours of hard work, were being gently rolled in Charlotte’s cool hands, as if receiving a massage.
“Isn’t it great to be honest with your feelings? If you keep listening to me, I can do this for you anytime.”
Being able to have sex with Charlotte every day was certainly an attractive proposition, but Aser still lingered in his mind.
He didn’t think of her during sex with Charlotte, but after it was over, the guilt he had forgotten washed over him like a tidal wave.
Reading Number 25’s expression, Charlotte thought it was time to slowly erase Aser’s presence from his mind.
If she was going to do something, she would do it thoroughly—that was Charlotte’s motto.
Charlotte wiped the smile from her face and spoke in a serious tone.
“Shall I tell you a secret about the Demon Lord?”
“A secret?”
Number 25, who had been burying his face in her chest, raised his head and looked into Charlotte’s eyes.
His eyes were shining, and Charlotte was about to extinguish that light.
“Did you know that the Demon Lord actually has a fiancé?”
It took about five seconds to process what she had said.
“Huh?”
“It’s a political marriage arranged by the previous generation, but the Demon Lord already has someone else. The feelings she has for you may not be a lie, but the two of you can never be together.”
Number 25 began to tremble.
“Then why me…?”
He felt betrayed.
“You know by now, don’t you? The Demon Lord may seem like a soft-hearted man on the inside, but she wants to be seen as a strict, dignified, and perfect Demon Lord to others. If the fact that she’s a virgin who hasn’t even had sex with a man until her age is revealed to the world, she’ll naturally become a laughingstock. Isn’t it possible that she’s trying to practice with you in case something like that happens?”
Number 25 silently hung his head.
Then were all the kind words she had said so far lies?
Charlotte saw that Number 25 was completely drained of energy and thought that she had almost won him over.
All that remained was the final blow.
Charlotte stroked Number 25’s back with her fingers and whispered.
“So you don’t have to feel guilty about the Demon Lord. Isn’t it better to entrust your body and mind to me than to cling to a relationship that can never be? And I’m different from the Demon Lord. I’ll only look at you. Your woman, your lover, I can even be your toy if you want.”
Number 25 hugged her waist even tighter at Charlotte’s words, which were mixed with sweet breaths. He could hear her heartbeat through her flesh.
He didn’t know anymore.
He hadn’t forgotten his identity, but he had still imagined a happy future with Aser, even if only for a brief moment.
But all those affections were just practice for her fiancé? His head was spinning.
He couldn’t think of anything.
Right now, he just wanted to feel Charlotte’s sweet scent and fall asleep in her arms.
Because he believed that he could at least escape this headache.
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Number 25, who had fallen asleep, woke up to the morning still in Charlotte’s arms.
It was the first time he had slept in someone’s arms.
A person’s embrace was much warmer and more comfortable than he had imagined.
But the unsettling feelings from what he had heard last night had not completely disappeared.
Charlotte had already woken up and was looking at Number 25 with loving eyes.
Number 25 cautiously asked, seeing Charlotte’s unusual behavior.
“Don’t you have to get up?”
Charlotte was usually the first one to wake up and manage the Demon Lord’s castle. At least, that was the impression Number 25 had of her so far.
Charlotte pinched Number 25’s cheek lightly and smiled.
“It’s okay. The maids will take care of it even if I’m not there. You’re my top priority now.”
“Really?”
Number 25 asked, his eyes shining. Charlotte stretched instead of answering and got out of bed.
Behind her flowing white hair, two peaks swayed slightly, asserting their presence.
The first thing she did after getting out of bed was to pick up the clothes that she had torn off Number 25’s body yesterday and dust them off.
Number 25 staggered to Charlotte’s side.
Charlotte skillfully began to dress Number 25, who was not yet fully awake.
“Today you’re patrolling District 7 with the Demon Lord, right? Be careful.”
“Aren’t you going with us, Charlotte?”
“If the Demon Lord is away, someone has to take care of her work, right?”
Charlotte gave Number 25 a light kiss as he was about to leave the room.
The light kiss, where only their lips touched, soon turned into a sticky kiss between lovers, as they explored each other’s tongues.
Kissing Charlotte now felt natural.
After swallowing the saliva that Number 25 had given her, Charlotte warned him.
“Oh, I almost forgot. The Demon Lord is much more sensitive than usual when patrolling District 7, so you shouldn’t do anything that might annoy her, okay?”
Number 25 nodded and headed straight outside.
Aser was already in the courtyard, waiting for Number 25. Aser’s expression brightened when she saw Number 25, and she waved to him.
Normally, Number 25 would have greeted Aser with the same excitement, but after hearing Charlotte’s words yesterday, even that smile felt like a pretense.
“Shall we walk? Or go quickly?”
She was secretly hoping to walk. That way, they would have more time to talk.
Number 25 replied curtly in a stiff voice.
“I want to go quickly today.”
“Is that so?”
Well, it was just a simple expectation. Aser wasn’t that upset.
With a snap of her fingers, they arrived at the center of the shopping district they had visited once before, along with the sensation of floating in the air.
The merchants they had seen before greeted Number 25 and Aser.
Some of them were clearly looking at Number 25 with sexual gazes, but they didn’t dare to hit on him with Aser by his side.
Aser didn’t even glance at them and started walking along the road.
As the shopping district disappeared one by one, and nothing could be seen around them, a huge castle gate appeared.
Before opening the castle gate, Aser warned Number 25 with a face that was stiffer than ever.
“This area outside the castle gate is a lawless zone where my influence barely reaches. So don’t let your guard down and stay by my side.”
“Yes…”
He had barely started patrolling, but after hearing so many warnings, he already missed Charlotte’s embrace.
They passed through the castle gate and walked endlessly along a road made of hard bricks. As the orange brick road turned into a crumbling stone path, the smell in the air changed drastically.
The smell of salty blood, the stinging smoke of cigarettes.
Unlike the shopping district within Aser’s territory, the buildings were cracked or on the verge of collapsing.
Women stood against the walls of the buildings, topless, exposing their breasts, and puffing on cigarettes.
Everything was a foreign landscape, unlike the territory.
Even the women standing in front of the buildings were openly staring at Number 25, who was next to Aser.
They licked their lips, whispered among themselves, and seemed to be plotting something suspicious.
Just as Number 25 was about to turn his gaze to them, Aser said curtly.
“Don’t look at that trash.”
It was a voice filled with disgust, unlike how she usually treated others.
At those words, Number 25 shifted his gaze back to the front.
The patrol continued in silence, without a single trivial conversation.
The patrol wasn’t anything special. It was just walking around and looking at the surroundings.
For a lawless zone, nothing much happened.
Was she just exaggerating to scare him because it was his first outing?
Number 25 thought so and tried to relax a little.
But danger tends to come suddenly when people are most off guard.
