Chapter 32

‘What is it? Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.’

Of course, there was one thing that seemed completely unrelated to the Riorem Bellick he knew…

Just then, Riorem’s voice came from inside the tent.

“It seems you also don’t know why His Highness the Crown Prince sent you here.”

“…That’s correct.”

Paletion admitted without resistance.

“To be honest, I believe His Highness is curious about something regarding you, General. But I couldn’t guess what it might be… Do you know anything?”

“I do. However… hmm, I don’t know why he would send you of all people. If he’s that curious, he should come and ask himself.”

There was a strange metallic ring to Riorem’s voice.

But Paletion didn’t pay much attention to that subtle difference.

His mind was preoccupied with something else.

“He said doing that would draw too much attention.”

Paletion furrowed his brow.

He truly couldn’t understand.

Why was it necessary to be this cautious just to make contact with General Riorem?

Surely, there were spies among the attendants brought to the hunting grounds.

But now that they had already arrived here with the General in a loud fashion, wasn’t it too late to hide anything?

He had to get some information out of this unsociable man, but there weren’t even any clues to go on.

It was frustrating.

‘…Is it really that?’

Paletion recalled the members Riorem had brought along and the brief information he had about them.

Ten soldiers under his command.

Three aides who also served as workers.

Two servants.

‘And one female slave serving him.’

It was the first time Paletion had seen Riorem bring a slave with him — let alone a woman.

Bringing aides he normally didn’t use was understandable in this setting.

Many mocked the idea of a former slave bringing slaves of his own.

‘But bringing a woman… that’s truly odd.’

Among men of similar rank, Riorem was the only one who had never even been engaged.

Of course, highborn women might have looked down on a general of slave origin.

But people don’t act based on logic alone.

And more than anything, Riorem’s looks and wealth more than made up for his origins.

The only reason Riorem had no romantic relationships was that he himself avoided women.

He rejected not only women pushed into his bedchamber, but also those who showed any interest in him.

It wasn’t difficult to understand.

After all, Riorem had been a slave to that brutal Lady Peroa.

Even if only half the rumors were true, it was no wonder he had developed an aversion to women.

‘And yet, he brings a female slave to serve him now.’

Just as Paletion was having those thoughts—

“…Hic.”

A choked, sobbing sound came from inside the tent.

Paletion’s shoulders flinched.

It was unmistakably a woman’s voice.

While he hesitated, another alarming sound echoed from within.

Smack!

A sharp noise of flesh hitting flesh.

‘No way…?’

Just as he began to suspect, the same sound repeated in succession.

Smack, smack! Smack!

“Mmph… mmph.”

“Hah… Truly, you can’t do a single thing right.”

Covering the small whimpers, Riorem murmured in a cold voice.

“Is keeping quiet really such a difficult order to follow?”

Slap, slap.

End.

The louder the blows grew, the louder the sounds from inside until at one point he could clearly hear the woman’s sobs.

Only then did Paletion understand the situation.

‘Did she tell you not to come in because she was punishing a slave?’

Now that he thought about it, there was a strange breathiness to Riorem’s voice.

Maybe he’d been whipping the whole time.

‘Normally, I would have suspected that he was enjoying the suspense of the situation.’

But this was Riorem Velikh.

A man who didn’t seem to have the slightest hint of lust on his face, and who hadn’t actually allowed anyone in the Kingdom of Arete to approach him.

It was easy to see why the crown prince had sent him here.

He must have wanted to see if the female slave accompanying Riorem was some sort of mistress.

‘Judging by the way he continues to punish her even though she’s here, I don’t think she’s that sort of person,’ Paletion concluded quickly, clearing his throat once more.

“Well… Since you seem to be in a hurry, I’ll go ahead and leave you to it. I’ll put in a job for you to leave in an hour, so be ready.”

“Ha… I see.”

With that, Palpatine exited the tent.

He made sure to close the barrier as well, so as not to give Riorem the wrong idea.

After his footsteps were completely inaudible.

Only then did Riorem remove his hand from over Chernea’s mouth.

“Hmph, hmph, hmph… Ha, ah…….”

A belated groan escaped from between her reddened lips.

As she watched, Riorem pressed his glans against her clit.

Chernea shuddered and sobbed.

‘How can it be that I’ve only done one thing you’ve asked me to do, except not to go alone?’

Riorem smirked.

In truth, he knew, and so did Chernea.

If Chernea hadn’t climaxed during Palpatine’s stay, it wasn’t because she’d held back well.

If Chernea hadn’t climaxed during their stay, it was because Riorem had stopped stimulating her.

‘Ouch, black.’

Tears streamed down Chernea’s cheeks.

She’d been pushed to the brink of climax so many times, and now the sensation of her blood scraping against the bumps was enough to drive her insane.

As if he knew it all, Riorem whispered.

‘But you’ve held back well enough, I’ll allow you to come with me.’

Chernea shook her head furiously.

She wasn’t the only one who held out for a long time.

Riorem was also gulping down his seed and suppressing his urges.

That would surely lead to wild thrashing.

There’s no way his already sensitive body could withstand that.

Somewhere in the back of my mind would break.

Tears welled up in my eyes at this instinctive fear.

“Mmm.”

Riorem moved his hips slowly, his erect penis sliding over the mound.

A wetness whose origin he didn’t recognise clung to the base and made a lustful sound, clink, clink, clink.

After a few such round trips, the movement began to pick up speed.

Through the thin fabric of his underwear, he could feel the texture of his gaping hole.

A lustful cunt-hole that pulsed and pulsed, welcoming the insertion.

Riorem’s head jerked and squeezed.

Chernea’s back arched as the penis pushed through her underwear.

“Hhhhhh… Ha, ah!” sobbed, her sweet voice tickling my ear.

Riorem concentrated on the sensations coursing up my shaft.

The throbbing, spitting hole and the soft mucous membrane inside.

The soft her to the bucksey, the veins squeezing the throbbing shaft.

‘Ha… I can’t take it.”

The arm around Chernea’s leg tightened.

Soon Riorem was rocking his hips rapidly.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

The fluid hanging from the tip of his glans dripped onto Chernea’s lower belly.

“Hmph, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

Chernea screamed at the sudden stimulation.

It was a violent pleasure.

It was like a violent pleasure, tearing at her already melted flesh.

It felt like it was going to break her forever.

In her blackened vision, Chernea clawed at Riorem’s arm as hard as she could.

It was no use, of course.

No matter how much she begged and pleaded, Riorem didn’t stop moving his hips.

If anything, he just kept thrusting between her thighs at a faster pace.

‘Ha, ha, ha…….’

Hot breath poured over the damp hem of his clothes.

‘Tender……..

His body, half-melted with pleasure, was surprisingly warm.

It felt like I’d been against a hole, thanks to my own juices.

As I thought about it, a sudden rush of ejaculation shot through me.

‘Ugh.’

Riorem gritted his teeth.

It had been like this for the past few days.

It felt so good just rubbing against her body.

What would it be like to take her inside and destroy her.

The thought couldn’t get out of his head.

‘There is no way I could do such a thing.’

Riorem breathed.

‘There’s no way I could do such an unholy thing to this precious, beautiful woman, shoving my cock into her body, just to make myself feel better.