At that moment, due to the fullness of her breasts, his hands were literally drowning in them. He wanted to experience the effect she had due to artifact, but there couldn't be anything more humiliating for her than this.
His golden eyes flashed, an eerie, predatory gleam in them. The power of the artifact pulsed within him, a dark energy that he could now control.
The shift in his gaze made his pupils constrict, his stare now something darker, something more dangerous.
He felt the power surge through him, and he used it.
He pushed her breasts together with the tip of his cock, slick with moisture as he slid over her soft skin.
Her body moved under his, her breasts pressed tightly against his shaft, the sensation driving him mad.
With each slow thrust, he pushed her breasts up, the head of his swollen cock grazing over her lips.
She didn't open her mouth, not at first.
His cock brushed over her teeth, a maddening, sensitive friction.
He narrowed his gaze, locking his eyes onto hers.
He felt the head of his swollen cock stimulated by a new sensation as her teeth remained clenched, with her lips just brushing over him.
"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice dripping with command.
"....."
Everything was still as if she was hestitant.
But slowly, as if under his spell, she parted her lips, her teeth barely separating.
'I guess, her mental strength isn't that—!?'
Akhil felt a wave of satisfaction flood through him, the tension in his body loosening—until, without warning, pain sliced through him.
Her teeth bit down on his cock, sharp and unforgiving, and his body jerked back in shock.
"Argh!"
The scream tore from his throat, raw and guttural, the pain sending a jolt of adrenaline through his body.
He could feel the sting of her bite, the sharpness of her teeth sinking into his tender flesh, and it only seemed fleeting as he hurled beside, gripping his own thing in pain.
"Y-you bastard! I will kill you!"
Astarra was visibly shaken, filled with humiliation as she sat up, her forehead damp with sweat, and was about to jump from the bed to kill the man who had gone this far.
"Behave yourself, my queen; I will be back!"
Akhil, understanding that he was unable to use the artifact against her due to her mental strength, swiftly dressed in his pants and shirt, collecting himself as he ran away from the room in a state of undress.
"Y-you! Who is your queen? Insolent fool!"
Astarra yelled.
The memories of the intense moment just moments ago flooded her mind as her eyes fell on the white sheets of the bed, completely wet and damp, marked with a red flower blooming against the white fabric.
Her lips trembled as she clasped her face.
'Why this fool!'
She couldn't help but feel anger toward him for daring to take her chastity, which she had so painstakingly protected after falling victim to her brother's game—a game in which he had made a deal with the emperor, who announced her impending marriage to a king of a small nation in exchange for support at a time when demons wreaked havoc and unity was essential.
In that tumultuous time, several princesses were sacrificed, including herself.
Upon arriving here, she had used her dominion ability to keep the king in a dilemma, convincing him that they had already copulated.
For all these years, she had safeguarded her chastity, never wanting to be tainted by some impure bloodline man, but...
'I—I will kill yo—'
She was just about to determine, in her rage, to kill the man who had dared to lay his hands on her, but before she could finish, she heard a voice.
"Y-you m-majesty?"
Astarra turned her gaze toward the window, where a cloaked woman stood.
The figure's eyes widened at the sight of the room, filled with dead bodies, and at the one she had arrived to protect, lying naked on the bed.
"....."
Astarra, lying on the bed with her arms on the sheets, felt her lips tremble visibly with ire, turning her head down in humiliation as she grabbed the sheets.
Realizing that the figure who had arrived was one of the female bodyguards sent to her by her father but now had to witness her in such an unsightly state, she instinctively yelled with eyes shot in direction of the room's door, "I WILL KILL YOU, LYSANDERIC!"
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"Phew, escaped at the right time."
Moving down the hallway, Akhil couldn't help but feel the timing of things as he saw through the window the arrival of a cloaked figure.
Realizing that it was the same woman who, according to the memories, would have sacrificed herself in the fake death while letting the original one escape.
Given the queen's state and his own, that guard would have most likely barged in and attacked him, clearly making things difficult.
This prompted him to finally leave the room without any retaliation.
[So hot, Host, you were just like an animal in heat.⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄]
'Shut up,' Akhil silenced the system as he remembered the plot, where soon enough, within an hour and a half, people from the monastery would barge in while pulling strings to deal with him.
Which he was inevitably going to face as he made his way directly toward his room.
After all, he needed to greet them.
As he turned through the corridor, having traveled a good amount of distance, he arrived outside his room.
Without a knock, he opened the door.
He saw a sight.
On his king-size bed, two individuals—a maid and his familiar finance minister—were naked, hugging each other.
"This?" He was trying to process the information before he heard the voice.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you arrived? I was just planning a scene for our upcoming guests."
It was Grace, who was holding the camera device in her hand while installing it near the flower vase.
This prompted Akhil to look at her and then back at the bed, realizing that this woman was clearly thinking just like him.
"I must compliment you, Saintess; you are cunning."
Akhil couldn't help but compliment her and realized what exactly she was trying to accomplish here.
Before giving a rather unique type of bow—one hand over his chest, the other dancing in the air with the toe of one boot on the floor.
As if he had a hat, he would have removed it and offered it to her.