Chapter 72

The woman’s body, drained of energy, stretched out against the glass window.

Her shoulders trembled slightly as she bumped into the window frame.

Suddenly, her blue eyes looked over Chernea’s shoulder.

Outside the coloured glass, she could see the pitch-black night sky.

Once, Riorem was part of that darkness.

Unless Chernea called him, he was no different from the furniture filling the palace.

He had a human body, but he couldn’t really be called a person.

He was like the night air, whose presence was uncertain.

So all he could do was steal glances at Chernea reading a book in the room.

He couldn’t knock on the window or get any closer.

But now, he was holding her tightly in his arms.

Facing the night sky dotted with stars, he thrust himself deep inside her and indulged in her exquisitely beautiful body.

In a strange afterglow, Riorem spread Chernea’s legs.

Then he pushed his hips forward again.

He opened her tight lower lips and thrust into her greedily.

‘Ah…’

The outline of his pillar bulged out on her flat stomach.

Every time the tip of his penis scraped against her wrinkles and plunged deep inside her, her inner walls trembled.

Her vagina, already dripping with saliva and slippery, squeezed him tightly.

Then it poured out more moisture.

Like saliva dripping when you try to swallow something too big in one bite.

Squish, squish.

With the sound of water, his testicles were crushed as he thrust downward.

Chernea generously accepted him all the way.

‘Huh, ah, ah, ah, ah.’

Chernea moaned.

Her whole body trembled from the relentless movements pounding her womb.

The dress, soaked in sweat and bodily fluids, clung sticky to her bare skin.

Riorem stared at the scene as if to etch it into his eyes.

At the same time, he pressed firmly against the back of her womb.

That’s it.

The inner walls, pushed to their limit, tightly enveloped him.

The sensation of ejaculation surged instantly.

Pfft, pfft.

Drops of fluid splattered everywhere, trickling down the window sill.

The inner walls began to convulse again.

As he neared climax, Riorem rubbed his cock against the thickened cervix.

That wasn’t enough, so he showered Chernea with kisses again.

The forceful movements repeated several times.

Finally, Riorem buried his glans deep inside, as deep as he could go.

The semen that had been building up was released, heating up the urethra.

The female body, restrained in the muscular arms, twitched.

Riorem buried his nose in Chernea’s fragrant hair and thought to himself.

‘Still, I can’t agree to go to the capital.’

He tried to persuade her several more times after that day, but Riorem’s answer remained the same.

No matter what, she refused to move to the capital.

Of course, he had no intention of giving in just because Riorem was adamantly opposed.

Teumesia, who had heard a rough account of what had happened at the salon demonstration, agreed that it would be better to show the enemy a weakness.

‘If Prince Alpheios has truly allied with the empire, it would certainly be easier to keep an eye on him that way. They want to take you to the empire, but the prince wants to keep you by his side.’

Recalling that matter-of-fact, emotionless voice made me feel calm as well.

We decided to keep what happened at the salon a secret from Riorem for now.

If he found out, the next demonstration would definitely be cancelled.

The salon demonstration we had protected was held today.

Riorem could only see half of the prepared dresses.

It was a last-minute appointment, so he couldn’t be there with me because he had to cancel his original work schedule.

So I asked them to place the neat dresses that he would like at the front and prepare the dresses that I liked at the back.

I decided to look at the rest of the dresses that Riorem couldn’t see with Teumesia.

Teumesia couldn’t hide her bored expression.

She was a woman who preferred pants to dresses in the first place, and her tastes were completely different from mine.

The three fake employees didn’t threaten me today.

They just asked me if I had spoken to Riorem on the stone tablet, and then helped me change my clothes like ordinary dress shop clerks.

I was on high alert, ready to deal with any weapon they might pull out, but nothing happened

It was strange behaviour.

They said they would contact me again later, so I wondered if they were planning to review their strategy.

The problem arose after the journalists Riorem had assigned left with the salon staff who had finished their work.

‘…Don’t you smell something strange?’

The maid who was helping me put my original clothes back on asked.

Come to think of it, there had been a strange smell since earlier.

It was similar to the scent of flowers, but the more I smelled it,

the more my chest felt tight.

At first, I thought maybe they had sprayed strong perfume on the dress.

However, even after the dress was completely removed,

I realised that the smell was still lingering, and I felt a sense of crisis.

At that moment, Teumesia got up from her seat and headed toward the door.

It seemed like she was going to ventilate the room.

But the door wouldn’t open.

Teumesia’s face hardened as she jiggled the doorknob a few more times and then knocked on the door.

But it was no use.

There was no sign of anyone outside, just silence.

‘…Ah, I’m going crazy.’

Teumesia muttered a curse and tried to push open the window, but it wouldn’t open, as if it had been glued shut.

Meanwhile, the maid had found the source of the smell.

“Miss, this is…,

There was a strange object inside the side table where the staff had been packing their belongings.

It was a soft, unbreakable ball, and smoke was seeping out of the tiny holes in it.

I knew what it was.

It was a ball made of soft, fire-resistant reindeer skin, used to burn incense inside for a long time.

Above all, it was a special product of the empire.

I shouted instinctively.

‘Don’t touch it. Don’t breathe in the smoke either.’

At my words, the maid pushed it back into the depths of the iron drawer.

Covering her mouth with a handkerchief, she looked at Teumesia.

‘Is there a poisonous herb that can harm people if they breathe in the smoke for a couple of hours?’

Teumesia, who had been frowning, replied.

‘…There are too many of those.’

Upon hearing that, I immediately tore down the wall clock.

The iron clock was very heavy, but not too heavy to lift.

I looked at the two of them and asked.

‘I remember the study was on the right. Is that right?’

‘Yes?’

‘The room with the secret passage.’

‘Yes… that’s right.’

As soon as I heard that, I slammed the grandfather clock against the wall.

The wooden wall was deeply dented.

The maid, who had witnessed my action, was startled and let out a small scream.

However, Teumesia, who seemed to have thought of the same thing as me, immediately picked up the fireplace poker and came over.

Then she began to help me break down the wall I was smashing.

The maid also brought a wooden mallet and joined in.

Despite the noise, it was still quiet outside.

Someone should have come to check on the situation inside,

but no one did.

“No one will come. I’ll keep going until it’s done.”

I thought as I struck the same spot again with the broken clock.

That was why they were focusing on the wall instead of the easier-to-break door.

In this situation, going out into the hallway would likely lead to encountering another prepared conspiracy.

Crack.

Finally, the wooden plywood broke, creating a hole in the wall.

We emerged into the study through that hole.

Perhaps because the door had always been locked since it was converted into a meeting room, the room looked exactly the same as it did during the last meeting.

I gestured to Teumesia and the maid.

‘Bring some furniture to block the hole.’

I had used too much force to break the wall and didn’t have the strength to move it myself.

The two of them

obediently dragged a bookcase over and blocked the hole we had come through.

Meanwhile, I waited for them in front of the device that opened the secret passage.

Teumesia ran quickly and activated the device on the other side.

The door opened, and we immediately entered.

The maid seemed a little surprised by the sudden appearance of the dark passageway,

but she quickly regained her composure and followed us.

‘I didn’t plan on using this, but somehow we ended up here.’

Teumesia snorted at my words.

‘That’s why we had the salon demonstration in that room, right? Why did we use that empty room instead of the normal reception room?’

‘Well, that’s why I changed the clock to a steel one.’