Chapter 33

I know that there are many men who would love to spread their seed in this woman’s womb and that she has enjoyed their desperation.

But, Riorem can’t do it.

It wasn’t a matter of wanting to or not wanting to, it was just that he couldn’t.

It just didn’t make sense, that this woman would share her body with a lowly squire like him.

After all she’s done to my life, she deserves the least insult.

Or play dirty with me.

But… I couldn’t bear the thought of my cock penetrating a woman’s body.

No matter how much I think about it, it’s disgusting and unholy.

As if to clear his mind, Riorem squeezed her protruding clitoris without ejaculating.

Chernea shuddered violently.

Fortunately, she had no more time for useless thoughts.

He drove his swollen cock deep into her thighs, root and all, until the cum he’d been holding back threatened to burst through her brain.

The pillar across Chernea’s lower belly throbbed near her navel.

‘Stop, go, go, go, aaaahhh!’

“Ha, just a little bit… Just a little longer. I think I’m going to come out too… Ugh.”

Riorem’s words were unfinished.

Chernea tilted her head.

Her naked body shuddered and trembled as she took in the outpouring of pleasure.

All the while, Chernea’s thighs tightened.

Her thighs tightened, and she whimpered as Riorem’s cock thrust inside her.

“Ugh… ‘Ugh…’ clenched his teeth.

And then he sucked in a breath.

Cum spurted from the tip of his glans.

Push, push, push.

His cock jerked, spewing cum.

The white fluid spilled out with a gust of wind, staining Chernea and the bed.

It was a long time before Riorem sat up.

The ejaculation was long and thick, as if he had held back too long.

The aftermath was just as bad.

He looked over at Chernea, who was stretched out like she’d passed out.

‘If this is it… I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere.’

Riorem smiled to himself.

Once the heat had cooled down a bit, Riorem quickly changed and tidied up the tent.

It didn’t matter that Chernea was officially a slave, brought to serve him.

Whenever there were two of them, it was always Riorem who did the servanting.

Once all the bedding was tidied up, Riorem lifted the lid of the largest storage chest.

It was the chest containing Chernea’s clothes.

He pulled out a robe dress.

It was a garment that emphasised the wearer’s silhouette rather than decoration.

‘Easy to take off.’

He thought to himself as he peeled off the fluid-soaked garment, but Chernea fumbled inside.

‘What is it? Get your hands off me so I can change.’

Chernea didn’t answer.

Her wheezing breathing suggested

that she had a sore throat.

Soon, Chernea pulled something from her inside pocket.

It was a piece of pure white cloth.

Chernea stuck it into the pocket of Riorem’s hunting pouch.

It looked simple, but the embroidery on the piece of cloth was clearly visible.

It was quite skillful.

But Riorem couldn’t make out the words.

‘What is it, this?’

Chernea rolled her forehead as she sprayed it.

She was probably suffering from a sore throat.

‘…What do you do when I ask you a question? You said you’ve been studying hunting etiquette.’

‘Ah.’

let out an involuntary sigh.

It was a stupid cow, Riorem thought, even for him.

Riorem ran his fingertips over the embroidery.

This wasn’t just a piece of cloth.

It was a handkerchief.

And it was… hand-embroidered.

There was a similar story in the information I’d crammed into my head yesterday.

‘It was said to be a gift to wish them a safe return.’

It was given to those who went to war or duel, if not hunting.

It wasn’t just for the nobility.

But she said it was almost reserved for lovers.

“Or would-be lovers.”

Riorem felt a tug at his lower stomach.

The design Chernea had chosen was a wolf.

It was a classic symbol of hunting success.

It was, of course, a rather humble embroidery, not to Chernea’s taste.

Because of the time constraints, only two threads were used.

But the silhouette of the wolf howling at the sky was exquisite and perfect.

‘Perfection.’

Riorem felt the bulge in my trousers, the perfection of the embroidery arousing him.

The fact that he had been led to the hunting ground by my hand, that Chernea was still his master, perfect and noble as ever, made his cock erect.

But Chernea’s skilful embroidery reminded him of something else.

‘You’re so good at it… because you’ve done it to other men.’

Then Chernea said.

‘You must like it.’

‘…You’re surprisingly good at it, as if you’ve done this a lot.’

‘I’ve learnt a lot about embroidery.’

At that, Riorem fell silent.

Chernea looked at Riorem’s stern face and smiled a little.

She knew what he was thinking.

‘Are you jealous, Riorem?’

“Oh, you’re mistaken. You’re the first person I’ve ever given a handkerchief to.‘

’I’ve had many fiancés, haven’t I, men who went hunting with me.”

‘Who would dare ask the Princess of Peroa for a handkerchief?’

It was true.

All of the princesses of Peroa were fierce, and Chernea was the fiercest of them all.

As soon as he realised that, something deep in his chest stirred.

Riorem couldn’t hold it in, and crushed his lips over hers.

Even as he savoured the cool, soft mouth, his mind raced.

‘Wolf… You said you’ve never had wolf fur.’

Wolf fur is large and colourful, so it would certainly suit Chernea.

A large wolf would be able to wrap her warmly

even if she wasn’t wearing a single thread.

As I lost myself in these thoughts, the kiss deepened.

Fortunately or unfortunately.

Just as he was about to pull down his trousers, there was a guest at the door of the tent.

‘Are you ready, General? We’ll be leaving in ten minutes.’

Riorem’s lips barely parted at the sound of the servant’s voice, and Chernea nearly fainted from the amount of tongue she’d sucked in between.

Riorem meticulously opened Chernea’s clothes.

As for my own clothes, I did a quick touch-up in front of the mirror.

Before leaving the tent, Riorem glanced back at the bed.

‘I’ll get you something worthy of you.’

With those words, Riorem left the tent.

He didn’t notice that he was smiling so brightly that it startled those around him.

Choosing a soldier to accompany him into the woods, Riorem walked out into the open with them.

Crown Prince Leonidas was already waiting for him.

‘Ah, you’ve come.’

He heard Riorem’s footsteps.

The crown prince looked back at Riorem.

The sun was already fully risen, and Riorem noticed that the Crown Prince’s expression was oddly stoic.

Of course, it wasn’t hard to guess why.

Palpatine, standing beside the Crown Prince, was not in the best of moods

either.

Perhaps Palpatine had reported back to the Crown Prince about what he had heard, and it had made uneasy.

‘If only he hadn’t bothered,’

Riorem thought to himself as he bowed his head in silence.

The least sincere bow would have gone unnoticed, and the Crown Prince didn’t particularly point out the thing.

Not much else was said as they mounted their horses and rode into the forest.

But when they arrived deep in the woods, away from the clearing where they had pitched their tents.

The crown prince on horseback rode towards them.

‘Hmm.’

Riorem glanced around.

The soldiers, who had been moving away from them, were already far away.

The forest was also deep, but not in a section with large trees, not a place where someone could be hiding.

‘I see you’re finally going to make your move.’

As expected, the Crown Prince called out to Riorem soon after.

‘Wait.’

Acknowledging the crown prince’s call, he halted his horse.

As he approached, the crown prince did something uncharacteristic of a member of the House of Arete.

He cut to the chase.

“I know my words may backfire on your personality, but I have to tell you this.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t bother Princess Ferroa too much. What if she gets the idea that she wants to run away from here?”