Thank You For Being Trash

Chapter 11: Festival Of Disasters And Pleasures (1)

Everyone in the Imperial Palace was busy except for me, as the preparations for the festival were in full swing. However, Raphael, who was relatively idle, took me out to the garden in the name of taking me for a walk.

Raphael dragged me, who was rebellious, into the garden and found a rare place. The next order was s*x as if it was natural.

He held me, who had lost the Emperor's interest.

Whether it was the palace garden, the hallway, or the library, if there were no people, the place did not matter. The only thing he was sensitive to, was the gaze of people.

When Raphael was appointed as Distria’s right hand, many people dismissed him because of his status, even though his abilities had been fully demonstrated. Whether he was polite or not, the nobles reviled his conduct in relation to his original status.

All of Raphael's actions were the fault of his birth, not his own.

“…Do you like doing it outside? It seems tighter.”

Raphael, who pushed himself inside me from behind, whispered in my ear. I shook my head and tried to run away from him. The more I did it, the more he tenaciously dug into me. I could feel his warm body hugging me.

The sound of his hot breath tickled my ears. His hot hands caressed my mounds, which rose above the thin clothes.

As my insides got drenched, Raphael's hips slowed down. He grabbed my hair and made me turn my head before licking and stirring my lips tenaciously.

“Tell me you like my d*ck.”

Raphael whispered as he took out his thing from inside me. I shut my mouth and shook my head.

My relationship with him has always been like this. When I was unprepared, he drove himself in and enjoyed the way I was in pain, and when my insides got wet, he stopped pistoning. Then, he asked for sentences that were difficult for me to say like ‘put your d*ck in,’ or ‘your d*ck is delicious’.

Unless I was playing Arne, it would have been easier to say, but not now. Usually, when I did that, I shed tears, pretended not to know or managed to provoke him to have s*x.

Today, I was at a loss as to how to seduce him.

"Quickly. You want to get f*cked now, too. Look, it’s leaking.”

Rushing for an answer, he put his finger inside me as I stood without saying anything.

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He gently rubbed the cl*toris and caressed the most sensitive part inside. Every time his fingers rubbed, the liquid inside me poured out. Every time he touched it as if it wanted more stimulation, the entrance twitched involuntarily.

"Haa… You’re making my d*** hard… Seriously, do you enjoy eating my fingers? Did you want me to poke you inside like that?”

He removed his fingers that were glistening with love juice and shoved his member inside me again. Shoving it all the way in, Raphael moved slowly, making a quick reciprocating motion.

Leaning against the wall of the palace garden, I took a deep breath. The intense pleasure came rushing in, and it was hard to hold on. I wanted to cling to him and beg him to move faster.

“Right now, here…”

Raphael's movements stopped at the sense of a presence. He seemed perplexed. It was a familiar voice somewhere. As I slowly turned my head, Rewan looked at us with a bewildered expression on his face.

He was sensitive to gazes.

And, Rewan was included in Raphael's important gaze.

Raphael, who came to his senses, stared at Rewan and smiled lowly. He seemed somehow angry. He took his shaft completely out to show Rewan, and then pushed it back in slowly.

Rewan clenched his fists and gave him a murderous expression.

There was a lot of murderous energy that seemed to kill Raphael at any moment. Nonetheless, he looked at Rewan and laughed. Even in a situation like this, it only added excitement to seeing someone watching.

“It is the result of the price of your life. Look closely. Loosen your expression and follow the actions… Hut!”

—You never know what will happen to the King's life.

It was as if unfinished words could be heard in my ears.

Every time Raphael moved, there was a squeaking sound. He ripped my clothes off and pulled out my chest and fondled it. He was full of madness, and I, excited about this situation, had arrived at such perversion.

“Heup… Go away. I don't want to show you—Heuk!”

Rewan bit his lip. He looked like he was about to cry. Even his clenched fists suddenly lost their strength and were open and bleeding. He didn't do anything for me. No. He couldn’t do anything.

Raphael's hips pounded faster.

I leaned against the wall, shaking as he moved and weeping. Rewan slowly closed his eyes and stepped back. I could feel a burning sensation on my cheek, and my mouth was tingling. A crackling sound, which was difficult to think of as the sound of flesh-to-skin contact, resounded.

A few steps away from that sound, Rewan's feet stopped.

“Open your eyes. Where are you going? I told you not to move. Look."

Raphael kissed my back and stroked my back gently. Raphael's intense inner stimulation filled me with excitement enough to forget that Rewan was watching. He then speeded up his pistoning as if he was about to climax.

Then, Raphael reached his climax.

“Kuhuugh…!”

He hugged me and took a rough breath before pulling his thing from me. I sat and crouched down. Raphael's semen and love liquid ran down my thighs. He dressed roughly and walked over to Rewan.

As time passed, as if he was whispering something to Rewan, his expression turned white. His body trembled like an aspen tree.

A subtle emotion sprouted in that desperate and tragic sight.

…Worry?

I laughed at myself. It was absurd that I, and not anyone else, was worried about Rewan.

Who am I? How dare I? When I made him like this…?

“…Sorry."

Rewan came to me. His face turned white and filled with confusion.

His face, full of strange passion and guilt, seemed to be contempt for himself. He stroked my swollen cheeks with the back of his hand.

The stench of blood from his hand swept over the tip of my nose. My thighs were streaked with red blood. He brought his mouth to my entrance, which was filled with semen and love liquid, and started licking the inside with his tongue.

I grabbed his hair and shook my head in a meaningless rebellion.

I tried to close my legs, but it was still not enough. As though the worries about Rewan had disappeared a while ago, I was excited again. Only the strange sound of him licking my underside reached my ears.

Rewan, who had thoroughly licked my blood-stained thighs under the mess with Raphael's semen and love liquid, lifted his head. He was crying.

A strange feeling arose.

…What am I to you? Why are you crying?

I'm not the Arne you knew.

What would he think if he knew I was excited about this act? Did he know whom he was crying for now and for whom he was being subjected to such humiliation?

I felt bad for some reason at the way he was genuinely worried about me. I couldn't understand his unwavering love. I knew the consequences of unrequited love. It was a foolish death. Crying and laughing for Arne, not for her but for me… I had a strange feeling.

Rewan is nothing to me.

Rewan had to be nothing to me.

* * *

Unlike the mornings of other days, today was a little noisy.

I was washed by the maids with luxurious perfume and received a full body massage. Drowsiness poured in from the warm water and the tired feeling. Without knowing anything, I was changed into luxurious clothes and put on makeup.

When I finished dressing up, a cool sensation touched my neck. It was a collar with white lace that went well with the pure white clothes. The drowsy sleep was gone.

…Today was the festival day of the Carwen Empire.

[ The festival of the Carwen Empire has begun. It was a festival to encourage the knights who gave the victory in the war against the Kingdom of Sorano.

Unbeknownst to Arne, the festival commemorating the fall of the Kingdom of Sorano was held for a week. On the first and last days, there were many events in which nobles participated.

The Imperial Palace, without the high-ranking nobles, including the Emperor, and the maids and attendants who helped them, was a little sluggish.

From early in the morning, Arne was decorated and treated with respect without knowing anything. She touched the hem of her skirt, feeling awkward about herself wearing clothes for the first time in a long time. She felt uneasy.

After finishing the opening ceremony of the festival, Distria looked at the splendidly decorated Arne. It was a face he hadn’t seen in a long time since he had been busy preparing for the festival lately. She unconsciously turned her head when Distria's eyes met her.

Arne was reminded of her past when she was King, until she encountered Distria. That thought didn't last long, though.

“Beautiful.”

Distria gave a satisfied expression. His eyes looking at her were ferocious as if he was looking at a product. He slowly approached Arne and fastened the leash. The lace collar went well with the pure white dress.

Arne gazed up at him at the cool touch on her neck. She was so shocked that she forgot her own plight.

“Are you sane to put a leash on me?”

Although she was foolish to provoke Distria, she was the one who lived as the King of the Kingdom of Sorano for a long time. The time given was short to adapt to reality.

"Sane? I think you are crazy. You can’t understand the situation now."

‘You’re a prostitute who rolls her body everywhere.’

Pulling the leash roughly, Distria whispered in Arne's ear. She trembled at the insult. A terribly cold reality in which she could not do anything unfolded before her eyes.

He then pulled her collar, who had lowered her head with a blank expression.

She couldn't resist him, so she went where he pulled her. ]

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