Chapter 4 The Unloved

Willette gradually cried out.

　　She shouldn't have cried, because crying symbolized weakness. It was a plea for mercy and a powerless lament.

　　But in reality, no one cared whether she cried or not.

　　Even if her tears blurred her vision, her throat swelled with sobs, and her head throbbed with confusion, her messy appearance could not diminish Marco's excitement.

　　He even began to behave badly, thrusting deep and shallow, deliberately bumping her hard when she cried out, shattering her voice and turning it into gasping moans.

　　This act of debauchery lasted about an hour.

　　During the long period of time, Marco occasionally bent down, biting Willette's small, swollen nipples with his teeth, repeatedly rubbing them. Occasionally, he nibbled on her reddened ears and neck, like a true beast mating with a female.

　　The stiff military uniform had no warmth, the hard golden buttons rubbed against the soft cherry-red nipples, stimulating Willette to arch her waist constantly.

　　The pitiful flower hole, which had been abused for a long time, was exposed, the soft inner lips were casually spread apart, and the white, opaque seminal fluid mixed with some transparent liquid overflowed stickily. Some of it fell on the ground, while some stained Marco's hem and waist.

　　He still dressed neatly, only unbuttoning one or two buttons at the collar, and not exposing much of his lower body.

　　However, the torn skirt on Willette's body had been torn off and thrown into some corner long ago.

　　It was unknown how long had passed, but Marco finally accelerated his pace, slamming into Willette, making her cry out in sorrow.

　　The veins on his meat rod knotted and bounced a few times, and the thick semen deeply poured into the warm passage.

　　"Ha..."

　　Marco pressed down on Willette, his chin resting on her shoulder, with a satisfied smile on his face towards the prisoner inside.

　　He pulled out his meat rod, and the white liquid flowed out. Willette lost her support and slid down to the ground, her flower hole muddy, her vaginal mouth constantly contracting with the semen.

　　"No wonder you are the flower of West Sea."

　　Marco straightened his pants, combed his wet hair back, revealing his forehead and handsome eyebrows.

　　He lazily looked at Lanchester, not hesitant to continue to provoke with his words, "I have tasted her for you, now, maybe it's time to let her walk out naked."

　　Willette's pupils dilated and then shrank. She quietly curled up her limbs, biting the flesh of her cheeks with her teeth.

　　In the suffocating silence, Lanchester spoke up.

　　"You don't need to provoke me." His tone was emotionless.

　　"Willette is the daughter of Duke Carter and the future Queen. If you dare to do anything to her, today's events will no longer be a secret, Marco. Do you want to declare war on the entire West Sea?"

　　Marco laughed, "I thought I already declared war?"

　　"You were just venting."

　　Lanchester's gaze passed over Willette's cowering body. "You failed to negotiate with me, so you have to take something away to ensure that this raid was not in vain. As you wish, I will remember this day and repay it twice over in the future."

　　Marco shrugged, his smile malicious and arrogant. "Whatever you say. I may not have any women with me, but the palace is full of whores. They'll be happy to compensate you."

　　He deliberately twisted Lanchester's words.

　　Lanchester didn't say anything more, his expression as calm as a marble sculpture.

　　"Alright, you have fifteen minutes to pack up. Today's events will indeed be a secret, as long as your little wife doesn't blabber."

　　From his pocket, Marco pulled out a shiny little toy, bent down, and stuffed it into Willette's flesh hole.

　　He lightly patted her wet face, "Miss. Willette, you can go and rescue your fiancé now."

　　Willette stared at the satisfied beast leaving the room with hazy eyes.

　　She struggled several times before finally managing to stand up, shakily moving her legs toward the glass door in the corner of the interrogation room. It wasn't locked and opened easily.

　　The iron chair was in the center of the empty space. Although it was only five or six steps away, Willette found it painful and uncomfortable to walk.

　　She remembered the mermaid fairy tale she had read as a child, where the unloved little princess endured the pain of being cut by a knife to approach her loved one.

　　She had cried in the arms of her maid, saying how pitiful the mermaid was, unable to receive the love of the prince.

　　Now she was no different from the mermaid.

　　Willette approached Lanchester and fell to her knees, her knees slamming painfully onto the ground.

　　"I... I'll help you unlock..."

　　Lanchester's hands were shackled to the armrests of the chair. Willette searched for a while and found two keyholes but didn't have the keys.

　　In the midst of her movements, the swollen and broken skin of her nipples rubbed against his leg.

　　The warm and soft touch was fleeting.

　　Lanchester gripped the armrests tightly, his nails turning white. He looked at the naked woman kneeling in front of him, a certain familiar smell spreading in the air.

　　- - It was Marco's semen.

　　His mortal enemy, the Crown Prince of Seragon, a madman who was hailed as the lion of the empire by the people - - had injected Willette's body with his dirty semen, proudly declaring his victory.