“Hah… Ngh…”

But even during that moment, Chohee’s p*ssy, having reached cl*max, chewed on his c*ck like it was begging for more c*m. Every time her inner walls wrapped around and squeezed his sensitive gl*ns, Claes moaned and sprayed out every last drop of his s*men. 

Once Chohee’s vaginal opening was completely filled with c*m, the inside became incredibly slick, and a floral fragrance wafted up, mingling together like a ripe fruit.

‘It smells delicious.’

Claes felt his appetite stirring at the scent of his and Chohee’s body odors mixing together. But that wasn’t all—his l*st rose to new heights as well. His throat parched with thirst for Chohee, Claes lifted her face with one hand and showered her with kisses.

“Ngh. Aah, mmm, ah.”

As their lips met deeply and tongues slid together, Claes licked past her teeth and traced along the roof of her mouth. Then, their tongues tangled like vines as he sucked in her saliva. The refreshing floral scent tickled his nasal passages, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“…Hah.”

Finally, his thirst seemed quenched.

Claes pulled his c*ck about a third of the way out of Chohee’s p*ssy as she lay prone on the bed. Then he repeated the motion, thrusting back in forcefully. Each time, Chohee writhed and cried out, “Ahh!” 

The chewy inner walls of her p*ssy wrapped around his c*ck, but because the inside had become so slick, it was far too easy for his c*ck to slide in and out.

Squelch, squelch. Wet sounds echoed in his ears. And in the midst of it all, the door opened quietly. Claes furrowed his brow but soon returned to an impassive expression.

“…”

The maid looked incredibly exhausted. She hadn’t been able to retrieve all the items Lars had told her to bring, but the Empress had ordered her to return and find out who had been with Chohee in the meantime. She watched Claes and Chohee having s*x, then began nodding off.

A smile crossed Claes’s lips. Chohee was still lying face down and hadn’t noticed the maid entering. Claes leisurely rotated his c*ck in a circle inside her p*ssy.

“Nngh. Aah, haaah…!”

Claes continued slowly rotating his c*ck, then gradually picked up speed and began rocking his hips back and forth. Chohee panted again, breathing heavily. 

Claes turned Chohee onto her side and pulled out his c*ck. Then, after taking in the sight of Chohee catching her breath, he thr*st all the way to the end of her v*gina in one go.

“…Haaah!”

Chohee’s br*asts jiggled as she gasped. After lifting one of Chohee’s legs high and hooking the back of her knee over his shoulder, Claes repeatedly pulled his straight c*ck halfway out before shoving it back in. 

As his c*ck drove in to the root and his balls slapped against her *ss, Chohee opened her mouth wide, trembling violently as drool dripped down.

The pleasure had become so intense that Chohee’s vision kept going completely white, then pitch black, over and over. Claes looking down at her was within her field of vision, but all she could feel was the intense pounding. And it wasn’t ordinary either—lying on her side with a thick c*ck ramming all the way to her cervix, Chohee could only flinch and pant repeatedly.

“I’ll hold you even more. So much that you can’t even imagine anyone else’s c*ck but ours…”

Claes spoke and chuckled. Elysia, Chohee, had to belong only to him, Lars, and Karad. He had absolutely no intention of sharing her with anyone else in any way.

‘No, if it weren’t for the oracle, I would have excluded Karad.’

Claes had no intention of treating Karad, who had betrayed him, kindly. He wasn’t curious about what intentions led him to fabricate the false oracle and even kill High Priest Altair.

What he saw was only the conclusion. Karad was nothing but a traitor who had made things difficult for Claes himself and Lars, and who had abandoned his brothers by directly aiming for the Crown Prince position himself.

Squelch, squelch.

Every time his c*ck moved in and out of her p*ssy, the inner walls bit down on it, and when he pulled out, the soft flesh came trailing out. When Chohee moaned and looked up at Claes, her pitifulness stirred his heart, and Claes fervently realized once again how adorable Chohee was.

“…Hah.”

The complexity in Claes’s heart disappeared.

Only the desire to ravage the beautiful woman before him filled him completely.

The annoying intruder dozing off to the side didn’t seem about to wake up, which made things even better.

Claes looked down at the black-haired beauty moaning dizzily from his pounding. The only thing reflected in those dark eyes was himself.

‘Right. That’s all you need to do right now.’

Just immerse yourself in the pleasure, thinking there are only the two of us.

And so Claes continued thrusting.

Until she lost consciousness, panting from his pounding. Over and over again.

* * *

“Brother.”

In front of Claes, who had finished showering and emerged from the bathroom, stood Karad with a displeased expression. Instead of the gentle expression he had shown his brothers, Claes merely stared at him with an expressionless face.

“What is it, Karad?”

Karad thought that Claes probably knew everything he had done. His complexion turned pale involuntarily, and he couldn’t say what he needed to say to Claes, who had become cold toward him.

‘So now, I’m not even their brother anymore?’

His inferiority complex reared its head again.

“If you have something to say, do it somewhere other than here. Elysia is still sleeping.”

“…I don’t have anything particular to say. However, I’ve been hearing strange rumors. Word is going around that I’ll soon lose my position as Knight Commander.”

Claes left Chohee’s bedroom without a word. Karad accompanied him. Claes walked down the corridor, then turned to look at Karad following him.

His blue eyes gave the impression of looking at a sharp glacier. Karad felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“It’s exactly what it sounds like. You can no longer maintain your position as Knight Commander. You’ve become a prime suspect in the murder of Altair Grun.”

“…!”

Duke Serow. Isn’t this wrong?

Karad felt dizzy. Duke Serow had said he would somehow prevent Karad from becoming a murder suspect in High Priest Altair’s case.

‘I shouldn’t have trusted that bastard…!’

“Then… then…”

Watching Karad stammer, the corners of Claes’s eyes curved cruelly.

“Until the investigation into High Priest Altair’s murder is complete, you will be confined. And if it’s revealed that you are the murderer, you will never be able to return to your position as Knight Commander. You’ll become nothing more than an ordinary prince.”

“…Brother.”

The word “brother” coming from Karad’s mouth seemed ridiculous, and Claes lifted the corners of his mouth. At the savage smile, Karad felt like his heart was dropping.

“The investigation will proceed without discrimination for the sake of fairness with others. Of course, considering that you’re a prince, there will be no t*rture or anything like that. However, since we need to thoroughly investigate your alibi, make sure to cooperate sincerely with the investigation.”

Looking at Karad’s pale face, Claes clicked his tongue inwardly. He became curious about why Karad had caused such a major incident betraying him and Lars during his absence.

“Now, do you have anything to say to me?”

“…”

Karad bit his lip and bowed his head. His clenched fists trembled finely. Claes waited for Karad to confess. If he did, Claes could consider allowing him to return to his side.

But even after several minutes, Karad didn’t open his mouth. Only the words “I have nothing” fell after a moment.

‘Hah…’

“I see.”

You’re deliberately making things complicated. The evidence that Karad was the culprit had already been secured anyway. Duke Serow seemed to have tried to protect his alibi somehow, but… testimony had already come from that witness’s mouth.

That he had conspired with Duke Serow, and that his assigned task was to provide an alibi that would clear Prince Karad of murder charges.

“Then go and confine yourself. The period will be until the investigation is complete.”

“…I understand…”

Karad left the annex with drooping shoulders. Claes watched his back with sharp eyes. Karad trembled in fear, unaware of what was in Claes’s mind.

Moreover, what he feared most had already approached right before his eyes.

Losing the position of Knight Commander, the only thing he had been good at.

“…”

Now that things had come to this point, Karad felt pathetic. To think he had done such a thing just to spread the word that Elysia was merely a breeding vessel.

And he also realized that the inferiority complex he had harbored toward his brothers until now was meaningless. But all of this was pointless. He was about to lose what he cherished most.

It felt like he would burst from the regret boiling up inside his chest.

“What on earth have I done…”

A lament leaked from his chest. Karad covered his face with one hand and gritted his teeth, but tears leaked out.

‘…Should I ask Elysia for help? To put in a good word with Claes?’

But recalling all the verbal *buse he had hurled at Elysia until now, it didn’t seem like she would help him. Then what should he do?

‘Duke Serow will cut ties and run away once I’m completely framed as the culprit. The label of having tried to hide a murderer wouldn’t be welcome to him.’

Then what about relying on the Empress?

Although the Empress had tried to starve the previous Elysia to death, he had regarded the Empress like a mother anyway. 

The Empress wasn’t completely unaware of such feelings, which was why she had schemed together with him and Duke Serow. Moreover, the Empress was someone who could move the Emperor. So if he went and clung to her once more…?

‘Of course, the Empress… won’t try to protect me if I have no use to her. But… if I were to ascend to the Crown Prince position in place of Claes…’

Since it would mean her ally ascending to the throne, wouldn’t the Empress try to help him?

‘Then what should I do? …First, I need to prevent Claes from ascending to the throne… I need to target his weakness.’

Karad stopped walking. Then he looked up at the Second Prince’s Palace before him. Although he had been ordered to confine himself, his weakness was in a place he could enter and exit at any time.

‘Right. Claes’s only weakness is Elysia. If he becomes misunderstood and distanced from her, his iron-clad defense will be breached.’

The corners of Karad’s mouth curled up cruelly.

Karad gripped the sword at his waist tightly.

‘Good… I happened to have something to say to Elysia anyway.’

Karad headed back toward the annex.