Chapter 134. Princess Catherine's First Experience (7)
"Ughh!!"
"Kyaaaaah!!!"
Squelch! Splurt! Glug! Glug! Glug!
Lucian and Catherine reached their explosive climax simultaneously.
Lucian's rigid hips stiffened as another scorching load of semen shot like a cannon straight toward Catherine's cervical opening.
"Hngggh... so... good..."
The heavy, satisfying fullness of an overwhelming amount of white fluid filling her lower abdomen.
Catherine, now in complete abandon—uncaring of who might see—hung limply around Lucian's neck with half-lidded eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably. The lingering pleasure wrapped around her entire being like her very soul had been set aflame.
Lucian emptied every last drop of his boiling seed inside her before slowly withdrawing.
Sluuurp—
As his cock slid out, Catherine's swollen red labia parted, releasing a gush of pink-tinged white fluid. The viscous remnants—a mixture of Lucian's white semen, her own love juices, and the now-diluted virgin blood—dripped obscenely.
The thick liquid ran down her pale thighs and buttocks before splattering onto the wooden floor, forming a lewd puddle.
Thud, thud. Thud!, thud!
"Huh? That's weird. Why is there a wall in midair?"
Just then, the sound of hands knocking against the transparent barrier grew louder. Not just guards, but nobles drawn by the commotion had gathered around the dressing room, curiously tapping at the invisible wall.
Chaos reigned beyond the barrier.
Lucian, panting heavily, shook the half-conscious princess in his arms.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! Snap out of it."
"Mmm... ah..."
Catherine fluttered her eyes open and drowsily lifted her head—only for her breath to catch at the sight before her.
Right in front of them, mere inches away, a crowd of people buzzed excitedly, staring directly at their location.
"Kyaaak!"
The realization hit—she was completely naked, clinging to a man in full view of strangers, her body slick with male seed and her own fluids. The sheer indecency of it all made Catherine scream as if her ears might split.
"What do we do?! They'll see us! They're all watching!"
Tears of shame flooded her eyes as she buried her face in Lucian's broad chest.
"Shh, calm down. They haven't seen us yet. We're invisible to them. Let's clean up first."
Lucian hastily set Catherine down, but the moment her feet touched the floor, her legs wobbled like a newborn foal's and gave out.
It wasn't just nerves—the aftermath of her first, brutally intense experience had left her lower body completely drained of strength.
"Ughk..."
As Catherine collapsed onto the floor, Lucian quickly placed a hand on himself and chanted:
"[Clean]"
With a faint glow, the sweat and fluids coating his body vanished. In seconds, he had his shirt and pants perfectly arranged, restoring his usual dignified appearance as Count Eckhart.
But the princess on the floor remained a wreck.
Lucian's dried semen and saliva clung stickily to her jade-like skin, while a reddish fluid still trickled between her thighs. Her once-elegant silk dress was now a ruined rag, stained beyond recognition with semen, love juices, and virgin blood.
"Stay still, Your Highness. I'll clean you with magic."
Just as Lucian reached out to cast [Clean] on her—
"Count, no!!"
Catherine shrieked, slapping his wrist away.
"Huh? Why not? You're a mess—"
"Don't use magic! You planted your seed raw inside me... if you wash it away with magic, it'll all disappear! Absolutely not!"
Lucian stared at her blankly.
Even in this suffocating situation, with maids and guards pounding on the barrier, she was desperate to protect the count's semen inside her. Her wet eyes held not an ounce of compromise—only raw, obsessive need.
'Damn. She's utterly, ruthlessly adorable.'
Clicking his tongue, Lucian stepped back.
With trembling hands, Catherine grabbed her discarded panties and bra from the floor and used them like towels to hastily wipe the fluids from between her legs and body.
It was still sticky and uncomfortable, but she refused to let go of the searing warmth deep inside her.
"Your dress is ruined. What now?"
"I'll just wear this."
She rummaged through the pile of coats on the floor, grabbing the first one she found and draping it over her naked body.
Unfortunately, they were all thick winter fur coats—the kind meant for frigid northern winters.
In this warm season, the heavy fur coat over her sweat-and-semen-slicked body immediately made beads of perspiration form on Catherine's forehead.
Just as they were about to shove the scattered wool coats and remnants of the princess's dress into a corner—
The crowd surrounding the barrier suddenly parted like the Red Sea, as if obeying an unspoken command.
And through the gap strode a woman clad in clanking silver armor.
"Gasp!"
An icy chill ran down Lucian's spine.
"R-Rimeyer!"
"Oh no!"
Princess Catherine turned deathly pale upon seeing Rimeyer's cold face through the transparent wall. Clutching the heavy winter coat tightly around her naked body, she ducked behind Lucian.
"Count, what do we do?! Before this gets worse, undo this barrier now!"
Though Catherine whispered urgently, Lucian could only sweat nervously.
His trump card, [Mirror Barrier], had a fatal flaw—it was an incomplete spell. While it perfectly blocked external interference and concealed those inside, the caster couldn't control its size or duration.
Casting it in the dressing room had been a gamble—a desperate, instinctive move made while consumed by lust.
In other words, his "dick brain" had taken full control.
'I can't dispel it now, but Rimeyer could break through...'
Rimeyer had entered upon hearing the commotion while passing the princess's chambers.
She ran a gauntleted hand along the invisible wall blocking her path.
The firm, icy pulse of mana—she recognized it instantly.
'This is...?'
During the civil war, when she'd led a suicide squad to retake Eckhart Castle, they'd been caught in an avalanche. That night, Lucian had used this very spell to protect them.
Which meant... Lucian and Princess Catherine were inside this invisible barrier right now?
Rimeyer's cold eyes narrowed sharply as her brows furrowed.
Memories flashed through her mind—that night in the cramped barrier, Lucian embracing her naked body to share warmth, his rough hands and heated breath promising to keep her alive.
The vivid recollection made Rimeyer's pale cheeks flush crimson.
But her blush wasn't just from embarrassment. White-hot fury boiled within her.
'What have you done with the young princess inside that same magic?'
"Everyone—OUT!"
The Royal Knight Captain's roar echoed through the room like a frost gale.
The guards, servants, and even the gawking nobles froze like deer before a predator before scrambling out like a receding tide.
Only the princess's personal maid, Isabel, hesitated by the door—until Rimeyer's glacial glare locked onto her.
"Eeek!"
With a short scream, Isabel fled the princess's chambers. The door slammed shut.
Now alone in the room, Rimeyer slowly drew her sword from its sheath.
She tapped the flat of the blade against the transparent barrier.
A warning. A signal: 'I know you're in there. Come out.'
Lucian understood, pulling Catherine close as he retreated to the farthest corner.
Rimeyer raised her aura-infused sword and slashed downward through the air.
CRACKLE—!!
[Images of the scene follow]