Chapter 58: His Majesty’s Inferiority (1)

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This chapter was the most awful chapter that I have had to edit since Yasashii. I am quite sure that most of it is wrong, but it was chock full of nonsensical euphemism, that of course, no translation software likes. So these chapters are based on impression more than anything. Hopefully, I solved the gobbledegook puzzle well enough for others to understand.

Two shadows osculated in the dark bedroom. The slick sounds of their bodies interacting, the rough panting, the rhythm of the squeaking bed, above all, the pleasing moans that inflamed his desires.

'Oh~ ahn~…ah~…ahn~'

'Don't leave me…' he moaned.

The pleasure was too much as he firmly grabbed her slender waist as she tried to escape from his onslaught, making his manhood push inside her to the root. Her warmth brought him almost unbearable pleasure. Their bodies were slick with sweat, his emissions, and her honey.

Each time he thrust into her, the sound of their fluids being stirred filled the bedroom, and the obscene cocktail ran down her smooth thigh like a beautiful tear. The sight aroused him even more, and his heart was filled with dark happiness.

But it was not enough.

He was not satisfied.

He couldn't feel reassured.

He had tied Amber' hands with the soft belt of her night robe. Her glossy straggly hair shifted as she shook her head from left to right. She was putting up a modest resistance; was it because she didn't want to have sex with an awful man like him? But he knew she was about to lose herself.

He scoffed at himself in his mind as he covered Amber' slender body with his large one; he wanted to tease her more so she would lose herself more.

He leaned in and bit her enough to leave a mark. She gasped. She was probably unaware she was rocking against him from the stimulation between pleasure and pain.

With a dark smile on his lips, he sucked on her delicate skin to make a new flower bloom.

'Ah~ ahn~ ah~' she cried as he softly grasped her lovely breast that fit so perfectly in his hand. Her exquisite inner muscles tightened him, contrary to her trembling body.

'Please…ah~ Ernest…no- oh~'

Her sweet lips wanted to form words of rejection, but her wet honey pot would not let go of his cock.

'Amber…' I know.

She didn't love him.

Their love-making was humiliating for her. Amber wanted to detoxify the love potion – which was a lie. And she had asked her brother in law, his aide, Matthias, to help her leave his side.

He knew.

After all, he was only able to get her into his arms by the cunning scheme of the love potion. (Zuben: An alright plan that was taken too far beyond its natural conclusion)