*Creak*

The door to room number 13 opened.

A hooded figure came out and nobly walked through the wooden floors of the inn. Following the figure was the voluptuous innkeeper innkeeper of the facility. Many noticed her exit from the room but they did not bat an eyelid.

They knew what transpired, and it was completely normal.

And finally, another hooded figure came out, but the person’s walking stature was not anywhere near to that of the the first one. The figure was limping through the grounds, barely dragging their feet- scraping through the floor. Even the person’s back was arched forward.

Some frowned at the second hooded figure’s demeanour. ‘If you are injured, you should go to a hospital- not an inn.’

But a couple of ladies giggled before looking at the first hooded person, the one with steady steps. It did not take much time with their ‘senses’ that the limping figure was a lady and what actually happened the last night.

Beneath the hunchback cloak was Rosalyn, who was barely holding back her tears. She was ravaged before, many times at that- but last night was on another level.

Both of her wholes down their were burning. She might not be able to speak for an entire day for what that mother**er had done to her poor throat. She could not even feel the breasts she were proud of.

And worst of all, she remembered what she told him last night. ‘You have to take care of me all night.’

She subconsciously closed her eyes and gritted her teeth whenever she thought of it, her face flushed.

Was not she supposed to play the dominant force? People desperately asked for forgiveness, not desperately wanted to forgive others. And she forgave that mother**er even though he did not even ask for it once.

They had breakfast, and soon, they were out of the inn. The busty slut took care of them till the end.

Adrian looked at the covered face of his guardian. “Be prepared, we are infiltrating the Royal palace of Kraten tonight.”

Rosalyn nodded.

******

Midnight. The sky was cloudless, as if the clouds were powerless against the beaming full moon tonight.

In a room, a royally extravagant one which had the moonlight illuminating it-

“Aaah… mmmh…”

“Aaah…”

A naked middle aged couple was locked in a session of wild sex.

“Aaaaaaahmmmh…” the woman arched her back as she squirted her vaginal discharges out.

The man also came at the same time and fell on the woman underneath. Both of the the sweating bodies were panting hard.

“If you are done, shall we have a talk?” A charming and masculine voice entered their ears, prompting both of them to jolt to a sitting position and circulate their magical energy to the fullest.

They turned to lavish sofa sat they had in the room. A young man with otherworldly features was casually sitting on one of the crouches with his legs crossed, as if it was his own home.

A bright red magical circle formed before the sexy naked woman’s palm, but right before she could launch the spell, she heard her husband’s voice.

“Greetings, Sir Adrian Darkheart.” The moustached man said with a low pitched voice.

The lady gasped and cancelled her spell.

“Greetings.” Adrian nodded with a smile.

The man got up from the bed and put his robe back on. “I received news that you were on a diplomatic mission through the tier 2 nations.” He approached the royal sofa set. “May I know what you are doing here in this humble nation of mine?” He sat opposite Adrian. “And that too- with any notice and using such an… unorthodox method to enter into my private room?” His tone grew a little colder.

But Adrian’s eyes were on something else all the time. “You picked a great wife.” He smiled.

The man squinted and turned towards the bed, only to see his wife staring at the newcomer without even bothering to cover her rounded breasts and her pussy below which was still leaking his own semen.

“Ellen!” He rebuked. His eyes were bloodshot.

The lady woke up and shook her head. Her face flushed as it looked down when she remembered how she was in a bewitched state, and it became even redder when she noticed that she was buck naked and her lower lips was in such an embarrassing condition.

She subconsciously covered her breasts with one arm before using the other to take a blanket. Soon, she wrapped herself in it. She looked away, hiding her flushed face from the two men in the room. But her heart was still racing beneath the cover. Those abyssal eyes… they were dangerous. She almost got sucked into those.

Adrian finally turned away from beauty and faced the man before him. The smile had yet to run away. “Pardon my ‘unorthodox’ intrusion, but I came here with a proposal… an offer you can’t refuse.” His lips stretched wider, turning the smile into a grin.

The man knitted his brows. “Is that so?” He asked, his voice still cold. “What is it? What is it that ‘forced’ you to come here into my bedroom, at midnight?” His tone kept growing colder and colder.

“Check it for yourself.” Adrian took out a scroll from underneath his coat and put it on the table in front of him.

The man picked it up and opened it. His eyes were still red from the previous incident. He skimmed through the scroll; each of the following words made his brows knit further and further.

Once he read through all of it, he gritted his teeth and slammed both of his hands on the table, destroying both the paper and the table.

“You call this farce a proposal?!” He bellowed. “Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are the Royal Advisor of Nemphis and son of Emilia Darkheart?”

Adrian took out and placed another scroll beside him on the sofa before standing up. “Don’t destroy it, lest you want your kingdom to be destroyed. I called this an offer you can’t refuse for a reason. You will know soon enough.”

He approached the open window and turned back. He gave the woman a smile.

“And yes, I can do anything I want.” He jumped off the window.

The man scowled before looking at the fresh scroll on the sofa while the woman was trying her best to control her heart from bursting out of her chest.