PG | Chapter 10: A Daring Act

Aloissia’s fluids overflowed, gushing forth underneath. Cassius began to caress her more intensely.

He rubbed and pressed her clit with his thumb while relentlessly thrusting two fingers in and out of her vagina.

With each movement of his hand, clear fluid splashed everywhere. Aloissia writhed and gasped, overwhelmed by his rough touch.

“Ah, ahh… Ah, ah!”

Even though she was just sitting there, it felt as if the world was turning upside down. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably.

“Ah!!”

Finally, Aloissia cried out, her mouth wide open. She had reached her climax.

Cassius didn’t stop his hands even as she reached her peak.

“Ha, uhh… Yes!”

Aloissia shuddered, her back arching, her head thrown back. As she leaned against Cassius, she turned her face to the side, her lips naturally brushing against his neck.

The moment her soft lips touched his skin, his well-toned muscles tensed. Then, a thick, white fluid pulsed from the tip of his penis.

“Ha…!”

Cassius urgently turned his body sideways and pressed his penis against her entrance. His thin, creamy semen splattered onto her glistening, slick folds.

He quickly stroked his penis with one hand while pushing the semen inside her petals with the other.

Aloissia, still languid in the afterglow of her orgasm, gasped at the sudden intrusion.

“Ha…! Cassius!”

“Ha… You have to take it all in. Absorb my seed.”

“I, uh, right now, I’m too sensitive, ah…!”

“Swallow it all. For the purification.”

“Ah, hngh!”

Aloissia panted, unable to properly support her trembling body. She couldn’t hear Cassius’s words.

Just then…

Aloissia’s vision flickered. A buzzing sound filled her ears, and muffled voices echoed.

“…Your Highness… must…”

“I… Master Bahadir…”

In the throes of overwhelming pleasure, Aloissia’s eyes widened.

One voice was hers.

And the other…

“Ah…!”

As Aloissia tried to identify the other voice, another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her thighs trembled, and her hips bucked involuntarily.

“Uh, uhm! Aaah!”

She convulsed in Cassius’s arms, then gasped for breath.

And then, like a puppet with its strings cut, she went limp.

* * *

“…Why are you here?”

The prayer room of the temple, bathed in the crimson glow of the setting sun.

A calm voice reached the woman sitting alone in the empty room. Aloissia turned to see the man who had spoken to her.

“High Priest.”

The middle-aged man smiled brightly at the Crown Princess’s address. He smoothed his dark green hair and sat down beside her.

Aloissia lifted her black veil as she greeted the High Priest. He looked at her face and spoke,

“I see you’ve been doing well. Your complexion looks better.”

It was a perfunctory greeting, yet it felt like it had a thorn in it. As if he was implying, ‘Your husband just died, and yet you’re doing fine?’ Or was she being too sensitive?

A little while ago, Felix’s funeral rites had been completed.

There had been a commotion during the memorial service held at the temple. Something no one had anticipated. The reason the prayer room was unusually quiet was because everyone had left to deal with the aftermath.

‘I should go too.’

Leda had been angry that Aloissia hadn’t followed her immediately. But this time, she couldn’t do as she was told. There was something she had to confirm.

“Um, High Priest.”

“Oh dear, you’re doing it again. Please, call me by my name when we’re alone.”

Aloisia swallowed hard. She hesitated for a moment, then clasped her hands together.

“If you insist…”

“Speak your mind.”

“High Priest… I have something to ask you… Master Bahadir.”

After finishing her words, Aloisia looked directly at High Priest Bahadir. Her heart pounded wildly as she gazed at him.

* * *

Two hours before meeting the High Priest.

Aloissia had fainted after receiving Guiding from the ruler of Bedua. When she regained consciousness, she was alone in her bed.

Her body, previously sticky with fluids, was clean, and she was wearing a nightgown she had left by the bed instead of her dress. It was as if nothing had happened.

If it weren’t for the lingering soreness between her legs from the ruler of Bedua’s sucking and penetration, she would have believed it was all a dream. Everything was perfectly tidy.

‘Did he clean everything up?’

She didn’t have time to dwell on the question. The time on the clock on the wall urged her on.

Aloissia hurriedly put on a black dress. Without any maids to assist her get dressed, she only owned dresses that were easy to put on and take off.

She was grateful that the dress had few buttons. Otherwise, she would have definitely been late for the memorial service.

Aloissia also made sure to take her black veil. It wasn’t necessary, but she needed a shield to hide her expression. The man would be at the memorial service too.

Aloissia’s steps were heavy as she hurried to the temple. It wasn’t because of grief or longing for Felix. It was because her unusual physical state was making her think.

It was as if the foggy window in her mind had been wiped clean. Her mind was unusually clear.

‘Is this the power of Guiding?’

Felix’s Guiding hadn’t been like this. Instead of clarity, she had suffered from side effects. Immediately after purification, she would feel nauseous, as if she were on a small boat tossed about by waves.

Her mind had never been clear. She had never recovered lost memories.

‘If this is proper purification, then what was Felix doing to me?’

It wasn’t simply a matter of the effect being stronger or weaker. What Felix had done under the guise of purification only had negative effects on her.

Troubled, she arrived at the temple. As it was a private ceremony for immediate family only, the Empress and Princess Leda were already there. And, exceptionally, the ruler of Bedua was also present.

Aloissia stopped when she saw him. However, he remained indiferrent, his face as expressionless as when they first met.

The High Priest arrived after Aloissia, and the memorial service began. As they paid their last respects to the deceased, Aloissia was consumed by anxiety.

‘Will it be alright?’

What if someone opened the coffin?

What if they wanted to see Felix’s face one last time? 

What if they discovered that his body was missing?

‘Can I trust the ruler of Bedua?’

Aloissia bit her lip, looking at Cassius from behind her veil.

She had met him only yesterday. And she had already made a contract with him. Had she been too daring?

‘But…’

Aloissia sighed softly. She had no other choice but to trust him.

It would be alright. The ruler of Bedua was different from others. He didn’t look down on her or mock her like the others. He had shown her kindness.

Felix had been reluctant to hold her hand even when she begged of him. On the other hand, Cassius Arslan had purified her without hesitation. Even if the process had been somewhat embarrassing and awkward.

‘Since it has come to this, I have no choice but to trust the power of the contract.’

She and the ruler of Bedua had made a contract, each putting what they needed at stake. The contract bound them both. So, she shouldn’t worry too much.

Rather, her more immediate concern was whether Felix’s memorial service would proceed smoothly.

The memorial service was nearing its end. The burial site was in the mountains behind the temple.

She had been worried that someone might raise suspicions if they noticed the lightness of the coffin as they carried it, but there was no need. The coffin was carried by the ruler of Bedua and his delegation.

Cassius Arslan had volunteered, saying he wanted to repay the Imperial family’s kindness for allowing him to attend the memorial service. Thus, no one objected.

Aloissia watched with silent relief as Felix’s coffin was lowered into the deep pit.

“…May Felix Paulus’s soul rest in peace.”

Just as the High Priest threw a handful of earth onto the coffin in the pit…

Something happened.