How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

Ruellin’s long fingers slipped into the man’s mouth, gliding over the even rows of teeth. When the soft tongue was pressed firmly, a strained moan burst forth.

“Ha… Hng, Mmph…”

“Slowly. Remember to breathe.”

The Duke’s breath brushed against Ruellin’s ear as he whimpered softly. His voice, low and rough like stone scraping against a cavern floor, reverberated.

The corners of Ruellin’s eyes, the tips of his ears, and his nape flushed with heat, burning. Fear surged within him at this unprecedented excitement. His bare shoulders trembled uncontrollably. The Duke’s gaze slid over that skin.

“Compose yourself, Consort.”

His polite, calm voice held a cold edge. The man who had been looking down at Ruellin expressionlessly narrowed his eyes.

“It seems I have been cast as the brute who would force himself upon you.”

“N-no… It’s n-not… Hng… that…”

Ruellin’s vision still swam, blurry with moisture. Yet he shook his head vehemently in denial. His head felt ready to burst from the intense heat. A persistent pressure built low in his abdomen.

His entire body felt as if it was melting into a pliant mess, wrapped in a haze of pain.

“Continue… Your Grace. Hng, It’s… It’s strange. Please… how… Hngg… do something… Mmph…”

“…Hah.”

The Duke let out a long breath, and a thick citrus scent filled the bedroom. With every breath Ruellin took, the fragrance pierced through his nostrils, staining his entire body. In response, a flame ignited deep within his lower belly. At that moment, his bare thighs fell open wide to either side.

A large, firm hand gripped the soft skin tightly. The Duke’s fingers plunged deeply into the wet entrance.

Ruellin flinched, his back arching as he let out a short scream.

“Haah… Hng…!”

The fingers digging inside him quickly increased from two to three. The moistened interior eagerly accepted the man’s fingers, clenching around his inner walls and swallowing them whole in an instant.

“Does it hurt, Consort?”

“No… Hngg, It… doesn’t hurt, Your Grace… Hng, Nn…”

“You appear to be in pain.”

“No, it’s n-not… Hngg, It doesn’t hurt at all… So please, faster, more… Nn… Hngg…”

His words crumbled, his pronunciation slipping. A soft chuckle came from above him. When Ruellin looked up in surprise, a smile was perched on the Duke’s ice-sculpted face.

But soon, his expression cooled and hardened once more.

“You asked for this.”

“Yes, Nn… Hng, Mmph…”

The fingers below slid out abruptly. Ruellin shuddered at the slick, scraping sensation as they slipped free. Into the air thick with citrus, a sweet lemon and faint lavender scent began to seep. With it, the Duke’s breath grew gradually rougher.

“Ah… Ha, Mmph! Haahk…!”

Finally, a solid, thick pillar pushed into his tender flesh in one decisive motion. A sore, stretching pain bloomed from below, a feeling of being forced wide open. Lightning flashed behind his eyes. The utterly foreign sensation, unlike anything he had ever felt, stole his very breath.

It was then.

[♨Warning! Warning!♨ The System is issuing a warning!]
A sudden event has occurred! The outcome of this event is unpredictable.
Event Risk Level: 77/100
Cease your actions immediately. The System assumes no responsibility for the consequences. Warning, warning!

Along with the blaring siren, the System threw a fit.

Engulfed in extreme pain and suffocating excitement, his mind hazy and gasping for air, Ruellin thought:

‘This is all your fault, you damn System…’

That’s right. That bastard was the root cause of all this. If it weren’t for the ‘System,’ he would never have fallen into this remote land, nor would he have become the ‘Consort,’ trapped in this estate.

And above all… he would never have ended up tangled in bed with this man… the Grand Duke.

“…What are you thinking about, Consort?”

It seemed the Duke did not appreciate his momentary distraction. His aura turned menacing in an instant.

The man gripped Ruellin’s hips with both hands. Then, he drove his waist forward, thrusting deep inside. Ruellin swallowed a scream, completely falling apart.

“Ah… Hng, Mmph!”

“Relax, Consort. It’s difficult to move.”

“Don’t… S-Sto… Hng, Haak…!”

In the heated air, a fresh, sweet scent mingled and bloomed into a dazzling fragrance. Ruellin’s eyes rolled back, his head fell back, and his mouth fell open on its own.

“En… enough… Y-Your Grace. Haak, It hurts, Haak, Hng… Hng… Hng…”