Chapter 40 — Everyone Has a Secret (5)
Chapter 40 — Everyone Has a Secret (5)
What happened after that?
She couldn't see inside, so she had no way of knowing for certain.
But for a while she could hear the sound of urgent movement on the bed. The Demon King might have been preparing his next thrust, provoked by Grünent.
At the sight that had involuntarily unfolded inside her head, Rauka's body trembled.
Affection -35 meant she disliked the other party but could still rationally assess their good points.
Given a reason, it was the level where she could deliberately search for something positive.
Even in her eyes, the Demon King was bewitching.
Even without seeing him undressed, she could tell that his body, which had honed its strength, was hard.
His black hair, his pale skin that contrasted with his horns—it was slightly fainter than a human's, almost luminous.
And in the midst of it, his eyes glittered like amethysts.
Grünent had talked many times about the Demon King's personality and behavior, but if she had said she fell for him based on his looks alone, Rauka would have believed it readily enough.
The Demon King possessed that degree of beauty.
And he would be lusting after Grünent's naked body.
By now, her worry for Grünent had nearly flown away, and Rauka was intoxicated by the lewd thrill the imaginary scene provided.
"...Huh... nn...."
Her body, having already climaxed once, was languid.
But she could not take her hand away from between her legs.
The wet, obscene sound that came when she prodded the hole leading inside with her fingers.
Her lubrication was already overflowing and trickling down.
— What's this?
— I-I'll do it like this, Your Majesty.
...What on earth was Grünent doing?
She sounded flustered, and pleased.
The Demon King's voice came leisurely.
— Hmm. Very well.
It was quiet for a moment.
Rauka twisted her body and stifled her moans.
She strained her ears toward the sounds inside the room.
And then, abruptly, Grünent's scream reached her.
— Hyaaang...!
The sharp sound sent a chill even down Rauka's spine.
Not from fear, but carrying a generous load of pleasure.
And the sound of flesh slapping followed.
— Haang, ang, ang, aaang....
It was a voice steeped in joy and melted away.
Hearing Grünent's moans, Rauka's chest swelled further with excitement.
Rauka, now forgetting even where she was, undid the buttons of her top and hastily shoved a hand inside the front.
Atop her pert breasts, the nipples at the very peak were fully erect and craving stimulation.
Even the sensation of them chafing against her undergarments was sweet.
She kept producing the squelching sounds with the fingers of one hand while kneading her breast with the other.
"Eut... nn...."
She squeezed her breast as if wringing it out, to sustain the thrill that came when her nipples rubbed against her palm.
"Ah, I... can't, making noise... like this, if they hear."
To kill her moans, Rauka twisted her body and buried her head against the arm of the sofa.
But her ceaselessly thrusting fingers only added more stimulation where the flesh of her lower legs pressed together.
Inside the room, the two of them were moving so passionately that the faint creaking of the large bed could be heard.
The small Demon King's suppressed breathing
and Grünent's breath, unable to hide her cries—
both were ragged.
"Hut..., heut, eut...."
She could feel the inside of her vagina beginning to twitch.
Another climax was approaching.
Rauka gripped her breast as if it would burst and focused all her nerves on her lower body.
The continued sound of Grünent's wanton moans from inside the room fanned Rauka's excitement.
— Aaang, Your, Your... Majesty, a, a little... slow....
Grünent begged the Demon King for mercy, but the speed of the obscene sound of wet flesh colliding did not decrease.
The Demon King must have been ignoring her words and pounding his own organ into her.
"Heuk, heung, s-so, merciless..., heuuuuung...!"
Rauka's body trembled as if jolted by electricity, her limbs stretching out rigidly before sagging limp a moment later with a great sigh.
She had clenched her teeth and held back the scream, but her honest body celebrated by spraying clear fluid grandly from the parted cleft.
The gushing liquid, spurting out like a little fountain, soaked the sofa where Rauka lay sprawled and then dripped onto the floor, or ran stickily down Rauka's thighs.
But Rauka paid it no mind.
She was savoring the afterglow of her climax.
The thought that someone might come, or that the two of them might emerge from the room, had already vanished cleanly from her head.
When the Demon King used the bedroom with Grünent, the attendants never came until morning anyway.
"...Fuuu...."
Rauka shook her dazed head.
Her head seemed to have gone hazy from the pleasure.
Yet the two inside the room were still moving diligently.
Remaining limp, she listened to the sounds.
The lips of her vagina, craving greater stimulation, were fluttering.
Fingers alone had their limits.
"Tch.... Alone..., isn't enough...."
Rauka looked down at her lower parts with a slightly regretful expression.
Since it was her own body and she had yet to use it properly, she had never tried masturbation that involved inserting something.
But if it were used according to its original purpose, a man's organ would go in and out of that parted cleft.
Sowing seed for reproduction.
Just like those two inside were doing.
"...Does it really... feel that good if you do it?"
Rauka murmured with an excited sigh.
Whenever Grünent recalled her nights with the Demon King, she always wore a pleasant expression.
Rauka had never asked for specifics. She could only vaguely imagine it probably felt better than doing it alone.
That moment, a sound from inside the room made Rauka start violently.
— You didn't go and finish by yourself, did you?
"...What the, crazy?!"
She quickly heaved up her body, which had been as heavy as waterlogged cotton from the bliss.
Her half-melted body rebelled against the urgency.
But Rauka straightened her skirt in a fluster and focused on the sounds again.
— Heung, Your, Your Majesty, I'm, I'm sorry, haaang!
Grünent was apologizing in a hurry.
Only then did Rauka relax, letting the tension drain from her body as she lay sideways against the sofa.
"Damn, that Demon King bastard, right to the end... scaring people."
— You don't seem very repentant.
The Demon King's cold voice followed.
They said the Demon King was not gentle in bed. Did he corner a person like that?
And then, abruptly, Grünent's scream rose a full tone higher.
— Kyyaang!
A scream far denser and more sensual than before poured out, clearly different.
Along with the sound of flesh striking even harder.
— Hiyang, haang, aahng, ah, Your, aaang...!
— Rubbing yourself like that, all alone.
Rauka felt her heart clench.
— If you go and come, just as you please.
— Hyaang, I-I, did wrong, aaang....
— Is that what you call service?
— Aaang, Your Ma-, ha..., heung, I did, did wrong... aaang, I did... haang....
The word 'service' stirred her imagination.
Rauka flushed red to the tips of her ears.
She swallowed dryly without realizing it.
What kind of service had Grünent offered to do?
The Demon King's sharp voice continued.
— If you've done wrong, you ought to hold still and take it and swallow.
— Yesss, ang, haang, I'll hold... still, heung, I'll swallow..., aaang!
Both her cheeks burned hot.
What was the Demon King trying to make her swallow?
— Since you're so greedy, you'll just have to gulp it all down.
— Heung, I'm, greedy... aaang, ang, ang...!
— Look at it yourself.
— Haang, at it, myself..., ah!
— You keep begging for it so greedily!
— Hyaang, ah, aaang....
Rauka, having roughly grasped the situation, lay half-sprawled on the sofa and ran a hand down her own cheek.
The Demon King was ramming his own organ into Grünent's lower part.
Hers must have been gaping open greedily.
Just like mine was now.
Rauka closed her feverish eyes.
"Just what kind of...."
What did the Demon King's organ feel like?
Reason cried out inside her: 'Why are you curious about that monster's thing?!'
But that voice was buried and vanished under her instincts, which rose again alongside the sounds from the room.
Rauka ran her hand over her vulva, which was extremely sensitive after two climaxes, as if deliberately spreading it open.
"Heuukk...!"
Rauka's hips jerked up involuntarily.
At that stimulation, her nipples, which had subsided after her climax, began to stiffen again.
"Heung, already, two..., two times... I did it...."
Rauka grumbled like a petulant child.
But her body wanted pleasure again.
Her eyelashes fluttered lightly over her closed eyes.
Someone in her imagination approached roughly.
He seized both her breasts.
"...Eugeut...!"
Rauka's back arched upward.
Her head remained shoved between the sofa and the wall;
her waist and hips tensed so hard she must have looked ridiculous, but she paid it no mind.
Her breasts, savagely gripped in both hands, bulged out between the fingers as if they would burst.
Letting out shallow breaths at the suffocating pain, Rauka twisted her own nipples hard.
"Heugigik...!!"
A scream leaked through her clenched teeth.
Rauka's eyelids parted slightly, revealing the whites of her eyes.
At the pleasant stimulation, her pupils rolled upward.
"Eut, heeuung..., i-it hurts...."
Drool trickled from her half-open lips, but Rauka no longer had the wherewithal to care.
Rauka barely managed to open her eyes and began to look around.
She was searching for something to replace her two hands.
Spotting the wooden ornament at the end of the sofa armrest she had been collapsed over, Rauka staggered upright and straddled it.
"Heus-Eueung...!"
The sensation when something hard touched her vaginal entrance differed from the touch of her fingers.
Rauka pinched her nipple and pulled her breast hard.
The weight of her heavy breasts sagging downward was borne entirely by both peaks, turning into pleasure.
Squelch, squelch. Slick, slick.
The obscene sound began to fill the waiting room.
"Eut, eut, heut, eut...."
She tormented her breasts with both hands,
and moved her hips diligently while her lower parts depended on the hard tip of the ornament.
Her face, flushed with anticipation, and her unfocused eyes, already rolled toward the ceiling, could not look straight ahead.
In the waiting room, where anyone might walk in,
eavesdropping on another's breathing and wanton moans.
Rauka rubbed her vaginal entrance and clitoris
feverishly against the antique ornament.
"Heugik, ng, eung..., i-It's, good...!"
And at that moment, a voice came from inside the room.
It was the Demon King's voice—rough, and alluring.
— Beg me to put it in.
— Your, Your Majestyyy..., heung....
Grünent's tearful voice sounded troubled.
Even though she felt her climax approaching, Rauka began to control her pace.
Once again, her throat moved as she gulped.
— Beg.
The Demon King's resolute voice.
His voice carried power.
An alluring voice that was difficult to defy.
And the answer came from both inside and outside the room.
— P-please....
"Put it... in, please."
Rauka's hips started to quicken almost the same moment the screams inside the room began to speed up.
— Haaang...! Haang! Ah, aaang, aaang...!
"Heugigit, euk, heuk, heu... eut...!"
Rauka suddenly threw her head back violently.
"I'm..., I'm... co...ming...!"
Her head went blank, and she could hear nothing.
Once more, her lower body fluttered rapidly, as if it didn't know what to do with itself.
Even amidst the utmost bliss,
her unfilled inside felt empty.
Rauka panted for breath harshly.
It was a climax, but a sense of futility washed over her.
"Heok.... Heok...."
Rauka lay sprawled and sank into thought.
For some reason, the someone who had appeared as a hazy image in her head earlier—
the figure who had tried to force himself on her—faintly resembled the Demon King.
"Why did I think of that bastard...?"
Rauka bit her lip lightly.
What would it feel like to be forced by someone far stronger than herself, like the Demon King?
She shook her head.
Why, even in her imagination, that Demon King wretch.
Rauka hurriedly straightened her disheveled clothes as if to compose herself. The murmur of the Demon King and Grünent talking softly to each other drifted from the room.
Rauka left the waiting room with complicated feelings.
Wearing an expression as if nothing had happened at all.