Chapter 5 Retrieving the Key from Her Body

Willette noticed his reaction.

　　Even though her mind was in a complete haze and her body was aching all over, she still caught a glimpse of Lanchester's whitened fingernails.

　　Her thoughts stalled for a moment, and then she realized that Marco had inserted something inside her body earlier.

　　Willette's hands were shaking a bit.

　　She reached for her flower bud, and with two fingers, she fumbled around for the wet and sticky entrance, gritting her teeth as she slowly inserted them inside.

　　The object was lodged deep inside, and she had to spread her legs wider to continue probing inward with her fingers.

　　As she moved, the residual semen inside her canal flowed out, quickly collecting into a small puddle on the ground.

　　By the time Willette grasped the small and hard key, sweat had already begun to bead on her forehead. The oppressive heat enveloped her face, and her neck veins throbbed incessantly.

　　The retrieved key was only the length of a finger joint. Its dark silver surface was smeared with viscous bodily fluids.

　　Willette didn't want to think about what those fluids were.

　　She tightly clutched the slippery key and opened the shackles on Lanchester. The first lock was easily opened, but when she inserted the key into the right lock, her little finger accidentally touched his cold hand.

　　Strange words once again surged into the void.

　　[Lanchester is the First Prince of West Sea, possessing exceptional governing abilities. He is naturally cold and emotionally deficient, with a serious case of cleanliness obsession.]

　　[Before meeting Eve, he had always fulfilled his duty and had not given up on his fiancée who lost her chastity. But later, he met Eve, and in their many beautiful encounters, he finally realized that marriage did not necessarily equate to love.]

　　"What's wrong?"

　　Lanchester's voice rang out.

　　Willette snapped out of her daze, staring at his handsome face for a few seconds before lowering her gaze without saying a word. With stiff fingers, she turned the key and opened the iron cuffs.

　　Lanchester rubbed his bruised wrist and stood up.

　　He looked at Willette, who was still kneeling on the ground, his brow slightly furrowed. He then untied his coat and draped it over her bare shoulders.

　　This was not an act of care. It was merely a matter of courtesy.

　　Willette pulled on the collar, swaying as she stood up straight. Lanchester's coat wrapped around her body, just enough to cover the reddened legs.

　　The two of them walked out, one in front of the other.

　　Outside the interrogation room was a narrow and dark hallway. It was so narrow that they kept bumping into the steps every few steps. Willette had no choice but to reach out and grab her fiancé's shirt hem.

　　Lanchester paused for a moment, then slowed down his pace.

　　Near the exit of the hallway, there was a faint light. There were two sets of clothes on the ground, one for men and one for women.

　　Lanchester seemed reluctant to touch them, but he picked up the replacement clothes to appear decent and normal.

　　Willette breathed a sigh of relief.

　　She endured the pain of the fabric rubbing against her skin and fumbled to put on the long skirt.

　　It was a tacky pink and white tight-fitting skirt with a huge opening at the chest and countless rose patterns sewn onto the waist, hips, and hem.

　　After putting on the skirt, Willette's waist was tight and she could hardly breathe. Her petite breasts were squeezed into a deep cleavage.

　　She didn't have time to scrutinize Lanchester and instead used her hand to comb her messy hair. Unable to find anything like a hairband, she had to use her necklace to tie her hair into a braid.

　　During this brief and hasty dressing process, her fiancé stood silently, then asked, "Is it okay?"

　　Perhaps he didn't mean to sound impatient, but the short question felt like a restrained and polite urging.

　　Willette didn't know what expression she had on her face. She should be as calm and composed as usual, with a quiet and dignified smile.

　　The ordeal was over, and her body still functioned perfectly, even without the will of its owner.

　　Half a minute later, they returned to the ground level.

　　This was a desolate ruin near the border. In the distance, there were undulating mountains, and the black Ontario Castle looked like a giant sword pointing towards the sky.

　　Before yesterday, Lanchester had come to patrol the border and had gone a little farther away.

　　Then he was suddenly attacked by Marco, and all the guards were killed. Willette, as a member of the entourage, was naturally taken captive.

　　She had learned about royal etiquette and bride courses in advance. She knew that the Queen must serve the country and make sacrifices when necessary.

　　But did she really need to make this kind of sacrifice?

　　Willette was in a huge dilemma.

　　The setting sun in the distance looked like a gradually melting egg yolk, poured onto the blue snow-capped mountains.

　　The cavalry of West Sea was wandering in the wilderness, searching for the missing prince and his fiancée.

　　It wouldn't be long before they found the well-dressed couple.

　　Lanchester would come up with a reasonable enough story to conceal everything that happened in the interrogation room.

　　No one would know about Willette's ordeal, and all they saw was the gentle and beautiful flower of West Sea.

　　Even though she was left with no clothes under her skirt, her ravaged flesh was red, swollen, and painful, and the sticky semen was still flowing down her legs.