204 Three for the Price of One Part 2, R-18 (1/2)

(WARNING: As requested by a reader, I put here a netori warning. If you can't stomach it, you know what to do.)

”Wait, stop!”

The third princess exclaimed and rushed to stop her father, arms outstretched to bar his path.

”What do you mean by this?”

The water alliance king asked, perplexed by his youngest's unusual behavior. The third princess wanted to say that she was saving him from the humiliation of a lifetime, but since such words couldn't leave her lips, she refrained.

Instead, opting for a more diplomatic approach.

”Mother specially instructed me that she didn't want anyone to disrupt her. Especially after today's debacle, she just wishes to relax without disturbances.”

Hearing the words ”today's debacle,” Ernst floundered. On this day, he didn't just lose his power as monarch and his country's autonomy, most importantly, he lost his face as head of household.

Though he grieved the second prince's death, even his demise couldn't compare to that loss of face. Alas, in the hierarchy of the things he cherished, even face only ranked second.

The first would always be his life. Therefore, he had to cave in. And imagining the profound disappointment his actions must have elicited in his wife, he sighed and turned heels.

Now, Ernst also realized Konrad was the most likely culprit of the setup. However, even if he knew, what could he do? Only when the elders came out of seclusion could he have his revenge!

Determined to pull them out, he turned heels, and the third princess who saw his departing form heaved a sigh of relief.

Alas, she'd forgotten the efficiency of a Saint's senses.

Because of a short break caused by the mating group's change in positions, when Ernst arrived, he heard nothing alarming. But as he reached the door, the loud smacking sound resumed, and though the bathhouse was still far from him, his Saint-level hearing made it impossible to miss.

Clearly able to identify the sound of flesh meeting flesh, he stopped. Yet, he didn't immediately turn back, first letting his ears feed him information. Quickly, he identified another sound, that of messy fluid flying and tumbling onto the ground.

Then it came, the sound he absolutely didn't wish to register:

Moaning.

Two distinct female voices lost in reckless moans.

Ernst trembled and turned heels, his eyes bloodshot.

”Father…why are you not leaving?”

But as she saw the look in his eyes, the third princess realized that the shameful matter was no longer concealable. They were exposed!

Paying her no heed, Ernst walked by, and with a succession of large, angry steps, walked toward the bathhouse's door.

Seeing this, the third princess was alarmed.

”Wait, wait! You can't enter!”

As they approached the door, Ernst stopped, turning toward his daughter with his incensed look unchanged.

”Speak true, who is in there?”

Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, the third princess floundered. But since things had reached this point, she could only try on overt maneuver.

”Father, please have mercy! Eldest sister and her prime attendant are having an illicit relationship with the royal guard commander. To preserve her face and yours, please don't enter!”

The third princess proclaimed and fell on her knees. Knowing that concealing was impossible, she could only choose a setting her father would willingly avoid. The royal guard commander was his most loyal official and last trustworthy retainer in these chaotic times.

There was no difference between exposing him and asking him to join the oppressors.

And indeed, the water alliance king frowned. Not only did he not want to potentially antagonize his most loyal retainer, but he also profoundly wished that the third princess spoke true.

Alas, as the moaning sound rose, it became evident that she deceived him. Because effortlessly, he recognized his wife's voice. Except that the volume she currently produced surpassed anything he imagined her capable of.

Blood left him and he paled with his face losing all color. Still, he turned toward the door handle, his body shivering and extended his hand toward it.

”It can't be …can't be…”

He inwardly repeated to console himself and strengthen his resolve, and while his heart thumped with a mixture of anxiety and dread, he couldn't stop himself.

With a brisk move, he pulled the handle and opened the door.

His eyes thus fell onto his life's most horrible nightmare.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

”Ahhh…ahhh….ahhh!

Yes…my lord protector…yes!”

Augusta groaned, bent on two human legs with her hands against the wall while Konrad hammered her cushy rear from behind. Meanwhile, Lena's cunt was getting played by his masterful fingers as she voraciously kissed his lips and moaned in his mouth.

Since they faced the wall, the mating group could see neither Ernst nor the third princess. Not that their presence mattered. The bathhouse overflowed with an odd mixture between the stench of animalistic sex and an orchid fragrance.

Seeing a scene arguably more barbaric than the previous one, the third princess didn't know what to say.

And Ernst…well …let's just say that his heart was in a terrible place.

His bloodshot eyes almost popping out of their sockets, he took several trembling steps into the room. As he walked, his weight seemed to visibly diminish while the erratic drumming of his heart echoed in the ears of the gathered individuals.

He didn't care about his daughter getting boned. Daughters would get boned anyways. Her unfaithfulness was her future husband's problem, not his. At worst, it was an uncomfortable sight.

However, the woman whose palms clenched the wall while her large breasts and larger butt bounced under violent cock hammering…

The woman whose eyes rolled back as she groaned in a crazed display of lust and debauchery…

That woman was his wife!

As Ernst approached, Augusta, who remained oblivious to his appearance arched her back, the thought of Konrad's balls marking her ass as his property sending her over the edge.

”Ohhh…ohhh…OHHH!”

She climaxed, and at the same time clenched tighter around Konrad's rod, milking him of a massive eruption of spunk like a perfect cum-drainer.

The sight stopped Ernst's advance, forcing him to recoil and flounder in an awkward stance, not knowing whether to step forward or run.