She let out a soft cry and stumbled. Zephion instinctively reached out to catch her, but his hand never made it. Reina collapsed straight into Kaelid’s arms instead.

She tried to steady herself, regaining strength in her legs—but before she could push away, he lifted her into his arms.

“Put me down.”

“Oh? So it’s fine to let him hold you, but being in my arms is offensive?”

“I wasn’t being held—”

Reina bit her lip, noticing the twisted smile on Kaelid’s face as he strode towards her in long strides. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Zephion standing in the hallway, watching them silently.

He looked upset. Maybe even hurt. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, and for some reason Reina couldn’t take her eyes off them.

Although his face still bore traces of boyish youth, she found herself thinking again that he looked like a man.
‘He’s still just a child… so why does he sometimes feel like more than that?’

Kaelid marched into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed with little care.

Her hair fell messily over her face, and as she pushed it back and lifted her gaze, he climbed up onto the bed.

The bulge in his pants was already prominent, straining against the fabric—undeniably hard.

Reina turned her head away, pretending not to see it.

“I’ve heard all the rumors about how close you are with that brat.”

“Ugh…”

She winced as his hand clamped harshly around her jaw. His fingers dug in, and a small groan escaped her lips.

Kaelid’s mouth twisted into a crooked smirk.

“Seems like you’re more than just ‘close’ with him.”

“I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

She hissed, gripping his wrist. But the more she struggled, the more her jaw throbbed in pain.

“There’s nothing between me and that boy.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“…Because it’s the truth.”

Reina did not look away from those blazing, ice-blue eyes filled with rage.

It was easy enough to guess what was going through Kaelid’s mind: filthy and degrading assumptions about her and Zephion. As always, this man showed little genuine interest in anything unless it involved that kind of act.

He had been blindly helping the princess for years without realising it. Despite his obsessive attention to Reina, and despite believing he knew her better than anyone, he had no understanding of the things that mattered. Yet he carried himself as though he had her all figured out.

‘In the end, he’s no different from his father.’

Obsessed. Possessive. He was arrogant enough to believe that simply desiring and taking someone meant they belonged to him. The resemblance was laughable.

In a way, she supposed it was a relief. When it came to Reina, Kaelid was blind in all the important ways. Even now, with her plans unfolding right beneath his nose, he still hadn’t caught on.

She almost laughed.

“I’ve told you before.”

He said, stepping closer. His breath was uneven, sharp with the fury he no longer tried to hide.

“That boy is still a man.”

“Zephion is not a man.”

“Oh, I see. Plays innocent in front of you, pretends he doesn’t know anything?”

Kaelid let out a harsh, mocking laugh.

“Men are all the same. Once they reach that age, they spend all day thinking about women’s skirts. That must be true for you, too.”

Reina swallowed her words and glared at the man. She couldn’t remember how old Kaelid had been when he first approached her.

She didn’t want to put Zephion on the same level as a man with impure intentions. Just like before, the boy had never approached her in ‘that’ way.

He followed her around, touching her casually, and he never made her feel uncomfortable.

“Zephion is not that kind of boy.”

Kaelid burst into laughter at her words.

“You just want to believe that.”

“…….”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re mine either way.”

Pretending to be relaxed, Kaelid unbuckled her belt. He pulled out his *rect p*nis and grabbed the back of Reina’s head.

“You know it’s gradually becoming a ‘man’, right?”

“Tsk.”

She frowned at the large lump of flesh looming in front of her nose. Something hot and hard was pressing against her face. Sticky Cooper fl*id was dripping down her cheek, stretching the skin.

“If you pretend not to know, will you stay a child forever?”

“Pretending not to know is yucky.”

In the middle of her speech, the gl*ns that had been brushing against her lips found its way into her mouth.

Reina shut her eyes tightly. The sensation of the p*nis touching her tongue was unpleasant.

She wanted to spit the p*nis out immediately, but a large hand was holding her head firmly in place and preventing her from doing so.

“Ha, yuck…”

She slowly moved her tongue. Each time she inhaled, the rich scent of Kaelid’s body permeated her senses. The scent of a man. The scent of a male. The scent of an animal. His p*nis pressed down on her tongue, digging deep inside her.

“Ugh, ugh…”

His fingertips, which were holding her thigh, trembled slightly. Seemingly unconcerned by this reaction, the man gripped the back of her head more tightly and thr*st his hips forward.

She could feel the blunt end poking her neck. Her eyes burned and she felt as though she was going to vomit.

“Haa, hoo……”

She heard a languid groan above her head. With great effort, Reina opened her mouth wide and swallowed the large p*nis, her jaw hurting from the strain.

She couldn’t tell whether her head was shaking because of her grip or because Kaelid was still thrusting towards her mouth.

The sunken area beneath the gl*ns brushed against her tongue several times.

He moved slowly, rubbing the same area on her tongue, and that felt particularly good.

“Ah, woof.”

The saliva he couldn’t swallow built up, and each movement of the solid mass of flesh made a sloppy sound.

A mixture of saliva and Cooper’s fl*id dripped down between her lips.

“Move your tongue.”

Reina moved her tongue slightly in response to the low, excited voice. It wasn’t easy to move it, given that the large p*nis was pressing down on it.

On top of that, her jaw was so wide open that everything felt awkward.

“Ugh. Huff…”

Kaelid gripped the back of her head tightly, seemingly excited by the awkward movement. The sticky tip, soaked in bodily fl*ids, pressed against the back of her throat. Reina tried to push his thigh away, but she couldn’t escape.

She could feel the blunt tip slowly entering her narrow throat.

A low groan escaped Kaelid as he forced open the narrow space and shoved his flesh into it.

“Ugh, hmph…….”

Her eyes burned and her eyelashes were wet with tears. As her throat tightened in an urge to swallow, Kaelid’s p*nis grew even bigger.

The sensation of his gl*ns slowly stimulating her throat made her dizzy. She felt suffocated and her face turned bright red.

She opened her eyes, but couldn’t see properly. The harder she pushed away, the tighter the hand at the back of her head gripped her.

Reina let out a muffled m*an. Even that sound was muffled because her throat was being blocked so tightly by the p*nis that she couldn’t speak properly.

“Ha…… Ah, ugh.”

Kaelid tilted his head back with a pleasant expression on his face, and his Adam’s apple swelled up and down. His waist trembled slightly.

Reina was afraid that the p*nis filling her mouth was swelling even more.

Was she going to suffocate and die like this? The thought was too much for her, and her head began to spin.

Her face turned bright red and she grabbed the man’s thigh. Her fingers, tightly gripping his trousers, trembled. Only when her grip began to loosen did the hands holding her head release their hold.

Urgently, Reina pulled out the p*nis that had been filling her throat.

“Haa, ha, sob…….”

She took a sharp breath and felt dizzy. Tears dripped down her cheeks, and she had no idea when they had started.

Her throat was numb. Had she put something in her body that she would never normally put in?

She gasped, holding her neck with trembling hands, and lowered her head onto the bed.

“You still can’t swallow it properly?”

Kaelid asked, sounding slightly annoyed as she grabbed Reina’s chin. Because of her tears, she couldn’t see properly, so she squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again, only to find herself looking into a pair of blue eyes that held a cruel light.

“Ha, sob… sob…”