"My... Lord," the young petite lady screamed as if her butt was on fire as the Mad King rammed his cock right into her.
And the worst of it? Everything was happening right in front of his eyes.
Valen almost fainted as he watched the performance in front of him. The fact that they had thin clothing covering the bed did not help the situation, as he could see every single acrobatic act that was being performed by the king and the lady.
He scoffed in disbelief and looked at the ceiling helplessly as their moans filled his ears. So, this was what Aldridge meant by pleasure time. He was supposed to watch him ram women like the monster that he is.
How disgusting of him. No one had ever spoken about this side of him before. It seemed just like how people had a lot to say, but they also had a lot they didn't say about the Mad King. He was obsessed with sex and was relentless, like a possessed beast.
Valen's finger curled into a fist as the image burned into him. He was a virgin, and seeing this act displayed in front of him made him feel awkward, nervous, and shy. He turned on his heel and was about to leave the chamber.
"Where do you think you are going, boy?" the king growled without turning his head.
Valen immediately stopped in his tracks and continued to watch the horror unfolding before him.
How was he supposed to protect him? There was nothing to protect him from here. He was having fun and judging by his grunt and his slutty words and the way he was laughing while slapping the lady's bum. He was indeed a maniac.
Valen had always leaned close to purity right from birth. He had not even had his first kiss yet. He didn't have to chase after men as women did the work for him, chasing after him, but he had no interest. Having been trained as a man, it was hard to fall for another man, accept any proposals from a woman, or have anything sexual to do with a man, as that would mean putting his identity at stake.
Whether he liked it or not, he was born a woman, and watching all of these seemed like a sort of punishment.
His body had reacted in a way that he had never expected. Even though he had not done the act yet, he still couldn't control his mind, and for each activity the king performed on the lady, he was imagining her to be in his place.
Valen felt something wet beneath his undergarment, and gulped. Watching the lady twitch helplessly beneath the king made him feel somehow. Was it bad that he wanted to be in the lady's place and experience all these things the king was doing to her?
Valen was embarrassed by his thoughts.
He tried to distract himself, to think of something that could take his mind off this insanity that was happening, but he couldn't think of anything.
The moans were getting higher, the lady was losing her senses, and so was Valen.
What shocked Valen was not only the tools that the king had used on the lady, but also the fact that after many hours of ramming into her, he wasn't tired yet.
The lady had gone through multiple releases, and even her voice had weakened after much crying and yelling from what seemed to be pain to him, but the king was yet to stop. Until all of a sudden, the lady collapsed, and that was when the king stopped. Valen's eyes twitched as he wondered what exactly was wrong.
He was glad that the storm was over and watched the king as he wore his robe and looked at her emotionlessly.
His switch from being active to less active surprised him.
"Get the men to carry her out, and tell Aldridge to get another woman for me. I did not get my release," he ordered, and walked out while Valen looked perplexed. He moved closer to the young lady and noticed that she was still breathing.
He had been at it for hours and was still asking some else to be brought.
Valen quickly rushed out to find some bodyguards who came back in and carried the lady out while some servants walked in to arrange the room again.
When they all left. He looked around and sighed. This life was honestly so different from the one he used to know. His thoughts were cut short by the king's presence again, and he immediately stood still.
"I received a message from your father a day ago, pleading that I should have you sent back. He said that he didn't willingly release you and that you came against his will. Is that true?"
"Oh, father," Valen mumbled, but nodded positively at the king.
He walked up to him, leaving only a little distance between them. His eyes were somewhat normal now, and he still had lingering sweat running from his forehead and down to his bare chest. Valen took a few steps backward till he stumbled against the wall of the chamber.
"Why would you push yourself into this? Did you not know what you were getting into?" the King's husky voice came.
"Would, my lord, have had my aged father come here instead, knowing that he is likely not to survive?" Valen said, his eyes fixed on the floor.
The king didn't respond, just stared at him for a while.
"You are the alpha's son, and you must be delusional, thinking that you are likely to survive this situation," the king's lips curved into a wicked smirk as he turned away from him.
"You can leave me for now. I need to take my bath," the king ordered.
"Are you sure, my lord? Master Aldridge instructed that I stay with you at all times..."
"Did he also tell you that you only leave when I dismiss you?" The king interrupted.
"Uhm…"
"Valen, was watching and taking free lessons from my sexual activity, not enough for you today that hlocking the door behind him.