The maid withdrew, and Cyn simply stared at Astrida. He no longer examined her body like before—just an empty gaze, as if he were looking through her to the wall behind.

She too didn't understand those looks, but the silence broke when the maid returned after knocking on the door, with someone beside her—a person Cyn had never seen before.

He was a male… yet not a male. What kind of man wore makeup and tried to imitate women? He stared at Cyn with longing eyes.

The maid retreated and left. Cyn watched the new person approach, moving closer to brush against him.

Astrida said chuckling , amused "Go on! Entertain me!"

That person approached Cyn and began touching him from below, sighing softly. Cyn understood what she meant—she wanted him to engage with this strange deviant.

He kept touching Cyn's sensitive areas as if trying to arouse him, speaking in a feminine voice, though a masculine tone still lingered beneath.

"Come on, darling… don't be shy. I'm all yours."

He leaned closer, and with a movement of his lips, let out a light growl like a lion's roar—"Aaaao!"—as if he were trying to devour him, wearing an irritating smile.

But the very next second, that person found himself hanging in the air, fighting for breath.

"Ghhhk—"

His legs kicked helplessly. Astrida was shocked, though she didn't entirely lose her composure. In a calm, commanding voice she told Cyn, "Let him go!"

Cyn had him by the neck, gripping tightly, almost choking him.

He stared at Astrida with that same empty gaze, not paying attention to the deviant. His grip tightened. The man struggled with everything he had.

Astrida raised her voice slightly, "Now! Put him down!"

She got only a wave of coldness from Cyn, who didn't shift his gaze from her. A fountain of blood erupted—the man's neck burst from the sheer pressure of Cyn's grip.

He collapsed dead to the ground, his body still twitching involuntarily, his eyes bulging outward, his face pale and purplish. Cyn's grip had cut off the blood from his head completely.

Astrida hadn't expected Cyn to do something like this… Was he insane? Yet madness was exactly what followed.

The knight outside the door heard the sound and rushed in—only to find a corpse on the floor. He looked toward the chair to see the woman staring in shock, clearly indicating nothing had been planned and the man had acted on his own.

"Your Majesty!"

the knight shouted.

Astrida said calmly, "He killed someone right before my eyes without any order, and he disobeyed my commands. Seize him and send him to the dungeons until further notice. He will be tried for treason, for spilling blood on the royal—"

BAAAKH!

She couldn't finish. A single punch pierced the knight's armor. Cyn pulled his hand back, leaving a crater in the knight's chest. Blood splattered across the floor. The knight fell dead.

Astrida became certain—this man before her was insane.

Cyn reminded her, "You'll need to take care of the cleaning and hiding the corpses. You know how to do that, don't you?"

What was he talking about? Don't make me laugh. She didn't understand what had gotten into him, but she played along.

"And why would I do that? You just killed two people. I'm a witness. For heaven's sake, why did you do that? Aren't you my male consort? Why didn't you just do it? What kind of consort doesn't want—"

Cyn approached her, step by step, until he stood close. She stopped speaking, unsure what to say. Words would be useless before someone like him.

His hand, drenched in blood, reached out to touch her rosy cheek. The blood smeared across her red hair and half her face.

"You're a beautiful woman. So act like one."

She stared at him with her black eyes, unable to look away, terrified that she would be the next killed. Screaming or calling for help would do nothing.

She grabbed his hand and pushed it away.

"Take your hands off me."

Cyn smiled, a soft chuckle leaving his lips under her bewildered gaze. He knelt before her, staring up at her. His hands slid along her thighs, pushing her skirt back, revealing her tight black underwear. It didn't show her private area. Cyn grabbed it and tried to pull it down. She grabbed his hands to stop him.

"Relax."

He told her to relax, his hands moving to remove the embroidered underwear. He pulled it down her legs under her disbelieving eyes.

Her mind was in chaos. What am I doing? Am I letting him? I can't let this happen! I—I— I have to stop him, but—

Cyn held her foot, biting her toes, then kissing them, moving up to her pale thighs. He noticed the anklet around her leg.

She could barely believe it. She almost moaned. It was… somewhat arousing.

He held her legs firmly so she couldn't close them. She didn't want him to see her intimate area. Cyn touched her slowly, feeling her skin. The blood on his hand smeared across her pale flesh. He placed a warm kiss on her thigh.

Pressed against the chair, he slid his hands up to her waist, pulling her slightly forward to make it easier. He smiled at her.

"You've got lovely eyes. You're not a teenager… you're already a mature woman. I can make you feel wonderful."

With a flustered, heated voice she said, "What… are you babbling about? I can't—"

He drowned her in kisses, his hot breath on her thighs. His hands tried to part her legs to see her blossoming flower.

After some effort, she began opening her legs slightly… until they were fully apart.

She didn't close her eyes from embarrassment, though she felt it deeply. She wanted to see the look on his face.

She found him staring.

"It's beautiful."

Her pussy was pinkish-red, dripping with nectar and sweetness. She too was at her limit. Some trimmed black hairs added to its beauty. What caught Cyn's attention most was her fragrance—a blend of vanilla and alcohol.

He kissed her inner thighs, a trail of warm kisses mixed with his saliva as he drew closer.

As a last attempt she grabbed his head, digging her nails into his hair.

"Please… stop… I don't want— mmnnngh—"

Cyn answered before diving in with a hot kiss,

"Of course you want this."

Muaahuaah… muaah…

The sounds of heated kisses mixed with the sweetness dripping from her, like a fountain flowing from her pink walls.

"Aaaanh~ an— it's too—much— annnh…"

Cyn kissed and licked. She now looked at him with honey-colored eyes, her eyeliner smudging as tears rolled down her cheeks. Cyn met her gaze with a demonic look.

He licked, sucked, kissed. Her hands, once trying to push him away, now held him tightly between her thighs, as if trapping him there.

As if she wanted him exactly in that spot, pleasing her with his tongue as much as possible.

Cyn slid a finger inside her—hot, warm, and wet.

She gasped at the overwhelming pleasure flooding her. Something kept pouring continuously inside her.

"Aaaaaanh— oh my—gooohhd—aaaa—"

She came all over his face nonstop, clutching him and pressing him toward her as if trying to drown him. This is your doing. Look at what you've done to me. Taste it. Drink my nectar.

She hoped he wouldn't stop—she wanted more.

Cyn tasted her nectar eagerly.

"One of the finest I ever put in my mouth."

Her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment and heat. Sweat dripped down her face. Cyn quickened his finger, adding another.

"Aaannnh… so… good… I'm so… sensitive— annnng…"

She moaned as her saliva dripped. Within minutes she came again, her warm nectar spilling, dripping onto the floor.

The grotesque scene of blood didn't faze her—her entire focus was the wave of pleasure devouring her.

Cyn rose. She panted, staring at him with disappointment, as if she still wanted him between her legs.

Cyn's clothes, hair, and face were soaked. He grabbed her chin and lifted her face. Opening her lips, he put the fingers that had been inside her into her mouth. She understood immediately.

She began sucking them like a baby nursing from its mother, as though cleaning the mess she had caused, as if her "filthy nectar" had dirtied him.

Cyn withdrew his fingers, covered in her saliva.

He leaned closer, held her, and pressed his lips to hers. She closed her eyes in complete surrender. The simple kiss turned wild—their tongues clashing. Cyn spat into her mouth and she swallowed willingly, as if it were the finest delicacy.

He bit her lower lip. She wasn't experienced; she ended up cutting him slightly. His blood fueled the kiss even more.

He gripped her from below, lifted her, sat on the chair, and seated her on top of him.

"Muaaah… annh~~—"

She could feel his length beneath his clothing, rubbing her wetness against it, wanting him inside her. She was burning with desire. She spat into his mouth in return.

Cyn ended the kiss and kissed her eyes, one after the other, then her nose and forehead. His hands squeezed her from behind.

The woman from earlier was gone—replaced with another. Her eyes radiated with the scent of love. Her mind was hazy. All she wanted now was that massive member inside her small pink flower, to paint her walls with scorching white cream.

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