Raha parted his lips and decisively clamped his mouth around the thick length dragging across his features.
The thing was so obscurely large and thick that even with his jaw stretched to its absolute limit, he could barely manage to accommodate half of it.
As the head of the shaft pressed firmly against the back of his throat, triggering a sudden gag reflex, physiological tears began to stream freely from his eyes once more.
‘I completely forgot for a second just how ridiculously huge this guy’s thing actually was!’
Regret was pointless now; the die had been cast.
A fleeting moment of lust, combined with the sheer euphoria of securing half the Duke’s fortune, had made him recklessly blurt out that he wanted to taste him.
Now, it was time to pay the price for his big mouth.
Closing his eyes tightly, Raha began to suck on the shaft, genuinely feeling as though the corners of his mouth might tear open at any second.
Although the strain on his jaw and lips felt lethal, the sheer ecstasy delivered by Teore’s mouth working relentlessly over his own member caused the discomfort to gradually fade into the background.
Whenever the urge to pull away struck him, the sheer suction of Teore’s mouth pulling at his length sent electric jolts of pleasure racking through his entire frame, instinctively driving him to swallow the Duke’s member even deeper.
“Mph! Hngh! Mph!”
His face became thoroughly drenched, a messy blur of tears, sweat, and saliva.
Sensing that a crashing climax was only moments away, his hips began to twitch restlessly.
He frantically realized he couldn’t possibly ejaculate inside the Duke’s mouth, but Teore clamped his powerful hands around Raha’s waist, locking him in place and refusing to give him an inch of breathing room.
‘N-No! I’m going to come…!!’
It was at that exact, critical second.
With a low, vibrant whirring sound, a brilliant blue portal snapped open in the corner of the parlor.
From within the light, Crown Prince Blizan stepped abruptly into the room.
Raha—currently gagging on Teore’s length with tears and saliva streaming down his face—froze instantly, his eyes widening so hard they felt as if they might pop out of his skull the moment he spotted Blizan.
Teore, too, paused mid-stroke, keeping Raha’s member buried inside his mouth as his brow furrowed in a dark, irritated scowl directed at the intruder.
As for Blizan…
The moment he stepped through, the absolute shock of witnessing Teore and Raha entirely naked, flipped in reverse positions, and aggressively devouring each other’s genitals caused him to freeze completely solid, turning into a literal statue.
Blizan Teidor de Arteia—a man who, up until this point, had been just as clueless about sexual intimacy as Teore.
It was the first time in his entire life witnessing a 69 position.
Schluck.
Teore’s cock, which had been filling Raha’s mouth to the brim, slipped out.
Raha’s cock, which had been held in his mouth, was also freed.
Rising to his feet, Teore pulled the cloth covering the table in front of the sofa and draped it over Raha’s body.
Because of that, the vase on the table and the golden bell used to call servants tumbled to the floor with a loud racket.
Fortunately, a thick carpet covered the floor, so the vase did not break.
“What brings you bursting in like this without any notice?”
Teore asked, brushing back his sweat-drenched hair.
Until he took long strides to pick up a gown and put it on, Blizan stood rooted to the spot with a frozen face, unable to say a word.
“Crown Prince.”
Teore raised an eyebrow at Blizan, who remained unresponsive, as he tied the sash of his gown. He then picked up another gown and walked over to Raha.
He stood directly in front of Raha, who was sitting awkwardly while covered by the tablecloth, blocking Blizan from seeing his naked body.
He then personally helped Raha into the gown.
Wearing gowns of the exact same color and pattern gave an odd impression, making them look like a couple wearing matching clothes.
“I assume you didn’t suddenly become mute.”
Teore, having tightly tied the sash of Raha’s gown, turned his head, looked at Blizan, and asked.
Only then did Blizan snap out of it. Instinctively, with a face flushed with rage, he shouted at him.
“Wh-what did you just do?”
“What do you mean, what did I do? You watched it and you still have to ask?”
“I’m asking because I did see it! How dare you do such a thing to my Raha!”
“Your Raha? Since when did ‘my’ Raha become your Raha?”
As he spoke, Teore arched an eyebrow and placed a heavy emphasis on the word “my.”
At his words, Blizan’s face gradually distorted.
“ ‘My’ Raha? I should be the one asking you since when did Raha become your Raha?”
“Not too long ago.”
Teore gestured with his chin as if telling him to hurry up and sit down, then plonked himself down next to Raha.
Blizan glared at Teore for a moment before taking long strides over to take a seat right next to Raha.
At that, Raha instinctively stiffened his body.
Seeing this, Teore, who had already taken his spot on Raha’s left, leaned his upper body forward slightly, looked at Blizan, and asked displeasuredly.
“Why are you sitting there when there’s such a wide sofa left?”
“Where I sit is my choice. Does a mere Grand Duke dare to question where the Crown Prince sits?”
Looking at Blizan’s crimson eyes as he glared at Teore with a deadly serious expression, Raha anxiously watched the two of them, worrying that a massive fight might break out at any moment.
Fortunately, Teore didn’t seem to have any particular desire to fight Blizan, as he let out a small, scoffing chuckle and muttered.
“How childish.”
“What? Childish?!”
“Why did you come all of a sudden?”
Because of Teore, who asked bluntly toward his flared-up self, Blizan stopped his rising anger and spoke to him.
“Raha was scheduled to move his residence to the Crown Prince’s Palace. So why did you bring him here without permission?”
“Permission?”
“Yes, permission.”
“Since when did I become a dog that moves only with your permission?”
No matter what, Blizan was the Crown Prince of the Empire, yet Teore spoke his mind without being intimidated in the slightest.
Because of this, Raha became so tense that his breath hitched again.
As if noticing Raha’s tension, Teore planted a brief kiss near his ear and spoke.
“If being here with the Crown Prince makes you uncomfortable, would you like to go wash up?”
“Pardon? Ah… yes, th-then…”
Since staying caught in the middle would only mean constantly walking on eggshells anyway, Raha quickly nodded his head.
Teore picked up the golden bell that was still lying on the floor and rang it a couple of times to call a servant.
He told the servant, who entered faster than light, to prepare everything so Raha could wash up, and to call the maids who would assist with the bath.
As the servant bowed and quickly headed outside, Teore lightly touched Raha’s back, telling him to follow.
At that, Raha quickly stood up and bowed his head toward Blizan.
“Do you really not know how grave the sin is to forcibly drag the High Priest to this place?”
