Moonlight Ball - Chapter 108

Margaret introduced herself. The duke looked troubled as she said she had come to the wrong room. Has he raped a noble lady? Was it a miscommunication? While he was trembling and weighing his option on whether to make a deal with Margaret or kill her, Margaret tempted him.

“But I was overjoyed, sir.”

Margaret’s lustful hand wrapped around his flaccid pen*s. She kneeled in front of him and softly wrapped her tongue around his pen*s. “Truthfully, I like this kind of thing very much.” Margaret winked. She smiled and tempted him the way Elena En Sethang did. I would love to take on your anger.

And Duke Zeneth shoved his thing into her mouth and down her throat without mercy. She cried in a mess but didn’t resist, and the Duke took her to his mansion. It was a moment he became his mistress.

And it has been like this ever since then.

***

Restona Cottage’s ‘Hall of Greatness.’

Everyone was smiling like it was drawn on their faces. But inside them was a complete mess. Some nobles ladies were standing without properly fixing their underwear, and half of the men were barely able to kill their er*ction. They were feeling the crisis of the bottom expanding again if they brush passed by a woman. Their greed wasn’t satisfied. The King and Queen’s passionate lovemaking was still etched in their minds. Their imagination was flying. No one could escape from the heat.

The people who caused it were the same.

Iris hid her embarrassment and stood with no facial expression. She thought she could rest when they arrived at the cottage, but that wasn’t the case. She found out that this summer hunting tournament traditionally started at midnight.

The King’s lips were thicker and redder than usual as it was a little swollen. It meant that he kept biting and sucking onto something while they moved. Everyone thought of what the King would have sucked. The Queen’s body, her sensitive earlobes, her lips that were red and swollen, her enticing neck, or her plump breasts that didn’t suit her innocent face. The lips that sucked whatever lost their usual calm but instead displayed sensuality.

Iris looked over the nobles beside the King on the Queen’s seat. Her eyes scanned the crowd, unfocused. She was one of the noble ladies that weren’t wearing underwear.

“Give it to me like a charm.” The King had whispered, taking her lace panty. And when I win this tournament, kiss me, until I go crazy.’

He was the swordmaster and the dragon killer. Who would dare to take his throne? Even though it was just a hunting tournament.

“Only three minutes left until midnight. Is everyone ready?”

“You won’t be able to win easily this time, Sid.”

Portwall brushed the barrel of his gun and provoked him. The fun of this hunting tournament was that the difference in ranks decreased. The king lifted his weapon and carelessly asked, “Who was second place last time. Was it you?”

“It was me, Your Majesty.”

Lily In Oswald answered. The second in command of the guards. Lily’s ability to handle guns was pretty good as her magic power was more potent than the commander to the point where she was as close to those who could perform magic. She was the best shooter in En Letaire.

“Who was the third place? Portwall?”

“Your Majesty.”

Retendon laughed this time. He held a crossbow as he couldn’t use magic as a commoner. But because he was able to place high with a crossbow, no one could look down on him.

“Fourth place….?”

Knight Wendy lifted her hand. Her eyes were good, and she was a natural at getting to a good spot, and her aim was flawless. Her magic power was minimal, but she was an excellent hunter.

“When is your name coming up?” Sidrain asked teasingly, and Portwall shut his mouth. Sidrain then laughed. “Right, you caught a summer cold that no one catches and couldn’t attend last year?”

Everyone laughed. It was something to be made fun of for a long time. Portwall was usually the front runner of the hunting tournament, but he couldn’t attend last year because of a sudden cold. Portwall looked angry but eventually laughed in the end.

That moment, the clock in the Hall of Greatness rang midnight. As the bell rang twelve times, the men handed their guns to their wives or fiancées. Blessing. They all said it, and the women either kissed it or tied a lace on the barrel.

“Your blessing, my Queen.”

Sidrain handed Iris his gun.

Iris looked down at Sidrain’s gun. He was going to a dangerous place. He was walking into a place where people aimed for him with weapons. She should’ve told him. But she couldn’t because that document had her teacher’s name. She wasn’t sure if she should’ve taken out her teacher’s name. The teacher told her she didn’t have to, but she couldn’t help but think about it.

Because it bothered her so much that she didn’t tell him.

<I, Iris Elaine, to all the spirits in the Mount Restona>

She, unintentionally, did something like a mother who would interfere with her child’s actions would do.

<Reveal that Sidrain En Letaire is my ‘ward,’ so all the spirits that have a contract with me are to help him if you see this symbol. All his action equals to my will and that you’ll receive a reward from me for all the help you provide him, and I engraved my choice and contract on this gun.>