Chapter 37 - Assassins Attacks

After the blinding ecstasy of our intercourse was complete...

I was still there, sprawled out on the bed in the Queen’s private chambers. I lay spread-eagle, my groin enveloped in a warmth that felt like being dipped into a basin of heated water.

That sensation was my penis being housed inside a woman’s mouth. And the one performing fellatio was none other than the Queen herself.

"Sluuurp... squelch... slurp... ❤️❤️ Gurgle... schloooop... ❤️❤️"

She was making saliva-drenched noises that lacked even a shred of royal elegance. The Queen’s oral technique involved a bold, sweeping use of her tongue that could put a professional to shame. More importantly, it felt incredible.

This was blowjob-bar-level skill. Why did the Queen possess such a high-tier technique?

"Wait, even before that... isn't having the Queen suck my dick the ultimate act of disrespect?"

It's not like I asked for this! The moment my guard dropped after our session, I realized the Queen had latched onto my crotch of her own accord. It was, so to speak, a "spontaneous voluntary fellatio."

"Wait, why would the Queen herself do this...?"

"Puhah! ❤️ ...Because your cock is delicious, obviously! ❤️"

The Queen spoke with a flush on her face, looking like a literal succubus.

"Such a sturdy cock... ❤️ It would be a waste not to savor it with my upper mouth as well as my lower one! ❤️ Now, ejaculate right inside my mouth and pour your thickest semen into me! ❤️"

"But, Your Majesty... fellatio is usually seen as an act of service from the woman, or a way of making her submit, right? Having the Queen do this feels incredibly disrespectful...!?"

"What? You’re still worried about that? We are both stark naked on a bed—why bother with social status in a state like this?"

"Is that how it works?"

"Precisely because I hold such a high rank, there are times I wish to forget it. Sex is a very effective tool for that. On this bed, you and I are just a man and a woman. Let us simply wallow in pleasure as our desires dictate... ❤️"

Having said that, the Queen pulled her face away from my groin and brought her own down in its place.

She aligned the tip of my penis with her opening and began to sink onto it, sliding me deep inside.

"Mmph... ❤️ Your cock is just too delicious; I decided I wanted to savor it with my lower mouth after all... ❤️ Or perhaps you'd prefer I use that other word? My P-U-S-S-Y... ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

With my penis securely housed inside her, the Queen began to grind and swing her hips with total abandon.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap...!

And so, it had started all over again.

At this rate, I had no idea when I'd ever be able to escape the Queen's bedroom. Of course, the sex was incredibly good, but considering I’d vanished in the middle of a party, I really needed to get back soon or Big Sis and the others would start worrying.

"Oh? What is this? Thinking of another woman while you are in the middle of mating with me?"

"Perish the thought!"

Even while she was lost in a sexual frenzy, she was still a Queen. Her eyes for reading people remained sharp.

"Well, no matter. You seem to have a charming personality and you possess such a gargantuan cock, so I’m sure you’re popular. Do you have so many women that you could hold a different one every single day?"

"No, no! It's not like that!"

"……?"

"? What is it, Your Majesty?"

It was actually scary how she suddenly fell silent.

"Come to think of it... who are you, exactly?"

"We're back to that now!?"

At this stage, where we're both stark naked and slamming our hips together!? I suppose you could call it 'broad-mindedness' befitting royalty.

I had no choice but to answer, so I ended up explaining my background and the whole series of events that led to me getting lost—all while my penis continued to grind against the Queen’s inner walls.

"Ah, ahhh, I remember now! Yes, we definitely met back in the hall. You’re one of the students who made a huge splash this year!"

"Did you really notice me?"

"I’m serious! You were the only man in that group full of women, weren't you? It was such an anomaly that it stuck in my memory."

She hit the nail on the head...!? I have to hand it to her; her ability to categorize and remember people is as sharp as you'd expect from a monarch.

"So, the promising elite student is an elite in terms of his cock's performance as well? But that brings something else to mind..."

"Wh-what's that?"

"Those female students you were hanging around with. If I recall, there were... about four of them, right?"

"......"

She’s probably thinking of Big Sis Calibur, Lady Staff, More, and Bloom...

"So, out of them, how many have you bedded?"

"Guoh...!?"

"Surely a smooth-talker like you hasn't kept his hands off all of them? How many have you made scream with that cock? One? Two? Three? Come now, tell your Queen just a little secret..."

"............A-all of them."

"Ho, ho, ho, ho! ❤️❤️"

The Queen, clearly excited by the revelation, increased the force with which she slammed her backside against me.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap...!

"I knew it! I knew you were that kind of man! ❤️❤️ That means that group isn't just a squad of students—it’s a harem presided over by you, the alpha male. So bold at such a young age! ❤️❤️"

"No, I’m merely a guard serving my Lady."

"I see, so you're of common birth? Which means you’ve even turned your own mistress into a slave for your cock? You truly are a wicked man, aren't you? I think I’m liking you more and more! ❤️❤️"

The Queen, letting her joy take the reins, increased the vigor of her swaying hips.

She kept my penis firmly engulfed inside her, and naturally, it felt like heaven.

"……I’ve decided I like you. What do you say? Why not serve me directly? As my personal attendant, you shall be by my side at all times, day or night."

"And I suppose you mean I should have sex with you whenever the mood strikes?"

"You catch on quick, don't you? Being a Queen piles up nothing but frustration and pent-up stress. It would be a great help to have a man with a broad heart—and a warm body—to soothe me like this."

"And I suppose it's even better if that man has a thick cock?"

"You really do understand, don't you?"

But if I do something like that, won't I be killed by the Queen's husband?

"Why are you trembling like some nervous adulterer? Rest easy—I am still single."

"Ehh—!?"

I couldn't help but let out a shocked cry.

"You seem surprised. I’ve spent my life dedicated to the throne and the prosperity of this kingdom. I simply never had the time or the inclination to take a husband who would only try to interfere with my rule. But... a secret lover, a 'hidden' stallion who can provide me with vitality without the political headache? That is a different story entirely! ❤️❤️"

"Wait, really? For real?"

I mean, I don't want to be rude, but looking at her, the Queen is clearly a mature, grown woman. It wouldn't be strange at all if she had a husband—or even children old enough to be adults themselves.

Even if that weren't the case, the ruler of a nation usually isn't allowed to remain single. You'd think she’d have an entire battalion of fiancés lined up from the moment she was born.

"Even I am but a human being, for all that I am Queen. Things happen. And well... to survive in this piece-of-shit world, one occasionally feels the need to surrender to a moment of fleeting pleasure. I've been known to go through men like a change of clothes."

"Wow."

"Playing around with 'geisha' isn't a monopoly reserved only for men, you know."

A Queen who leaves a trail of scandalous rumors in her wake... that's actually pretty cool.

"Even so, I have been 'free' lately, and I was just starting to think my pussy was getting a bit lonely. That is where you come in. Why not serve me, under the official guise of being my personal attendant or guard? I shall prepare a salary and treatment befitting the role, you see?"

"I must decline."

I am a man who can say a firm 'NO.' Even if the one asking is the ruler of a nation.

"I am still a student, and with so much left for me to learn, I cannot take up a position in the Royal Service."

Besides, I’ve already decided that Lady Staff is the only mistress I serve. As long as she doesn't abandon me, I can't just go changing masters on my own whim.

"...You are surprisingly chaste in your loyalties, aren't you? I like you more and more! ❤️❤️"

Oh...!?

Inside the Queen’s vagina, the walls clamped down and tightened around my penis with a sharp, rhythmic squeeze...!

"If that is how it is, I suppose I shall gracefully withdraw my offer. The nobles of this land are my direct vassals; if I were to snatch away their subordinates for myself, it would reflect poorly on the breadth of my character."

"Truly magnanimous of you, Your Majesty."

"The only thing that needs to be 'small' is the diameter of my pussy, after all! ❤️❤️ It wouldn't feel good if it were loose, now would it? ❤️"

"There’s a happy medium, Your Majesty."

Even though her recruitment attempt failed, the Queen didn't stop swinging her hips for even a second. And God, her ass really was massive.

"Well, even if I do not keep you directly by my side, all my citizens are my resources. You are free to spread your wings and grow under my protection. Eventually, everything you achieve will benefit me anyway."

"I’m honored...!"

"For now, though... provide me with some 'benefits' using that cock! ❤️❤️ I’ll gladly accept a payment in semen! ❤️❤️"

With those words, she began swinging her hips even more violently.

"A-haaa...! ❤️ As I thought, this really is a wonderful cock... ❤️ It truly would be a sin to monopolize this. As many women as possible should get a taste of it...! ❤️"

By the way, Your Majesty... Just when am I going to be allowed to go back?

A significant amount of time has passed, and I’m getting seriously worried that Big Sis and the others are going to start panicking.

And also...

"Your Majesty, are you actually targeted by a lot of people? Like, assassins and such?"

"Huh? Where did that come from all of a sudden?"

During cowgirl sex, it’s not just the ass—the breasts sway with an absolutely staggering amount of force, too.

"That's a bit of a graceless topic for the bedchamber, don't you think? Well, as a ruler, it’s only natural that people would seek my life, but..."

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap...!

"That logic only holds if public order has deteriorated. I take pride in being a renowned and wise ruler, you know. I’ve stabilized the nation and eradicated crime. In a country like this, the seeds of insolence required to harm me shouldn't even be able to sprout."

Is that so? However...

"Your Majesty, there are people who look suspiciously like assassins sneaking into this room right now."

"Huh?"

Three... no, is it four?

"They've been peeping at our lovemaking for a while now."

It happened the very instant I said those words.

Shadows leaped out, hurtling toward us. From behind the curtains, from inside the furniture, from the ceiling—multiple figures approached, the cold glint of their blades flashing in the dim light.

"Wh-!? You...!?"

"Your Majesty, get back."

This person—instead of shrinking back in fear, she actually tried to move forward to intercept them!

As expected of a Queen.

However, any harm to her royal person would be a national loss, so I decided that I would be the one to handle this.

I am an inhabitant of another world, after all. I've come prepared for accidents.

Inside the lining of my tailcoat for the banquet, I had carefully hidden a wooden pestle for self-defense. When I stripped naked for sex, I made sure to move it securely under the pillow.

The [Pole Master] skill [Pole Arts (SS)] really comes in handy at times like this.

"Skill: [Extend]!"

The skill I used was a bit different. This skill allows me to ignore the laws of physics and extend or contract the length of a pole in my hand at will.

Extend, contract. Extend, contract. Extend, contract.

With just three rapid round-trips in a single second, the approaching assassins collapsed on the spot, rendered motionless.

Each with a single hole bored straight through their skulls.

The tip of a pole extending and contracting at ultra-high speeds is effectively the same as a fired bullet. Having taken direct hits to the forehead, the assassins were finished—dead before they hit the floor. And just for the record, in this world, Resurrection Magic does not exist!

"Hmm... I hope it's okay that these people were assassins?"

I'm pretty sure that was the right call. They were carrying blades, after all; I'd say a plea of self-defense is more than justified.

"You are strong... Not only are you a master of the cock, but you are a first-rate bodyguard as well, it seems."

"Well, my strength is technically the reason I was invited to the banquet in the first place."

Next, I swung the conveniently extended pestle around.

With every swing, a sickening crack echoed through the room. Along with those crushing sounds, the legs of the bed were snapped clean off. The bed, losing its support, collapsed downward—followed immediately by a dying, toad-like croak of "Guegh!" from underneath.

"This... you don't mean...?"

"Yes, there was one more hiding under the bed."

With that, everyone who had sneaked into the room should be neutralized. The last one I crushed with the bed probably won't die from just that, so I'll drag him out later to interrogate him thoroughly.

I'll need to ask why they resorted to such a violent act.

"But still, actual assassins... I wonder how many years it has been since someone last made an attempt on my life?"

So, it's not her first time being targeted.

"I thought I had pushed through enough legal reforms and strengthened the knighthood to improve public order... Has that Assassin's Guild I crushed years ago already made a comeback?"

A glimpse of her iron-fisted rule...!?

"Now that I think about it, the complete lack of any presence nearby is strange in its own right. Usually, there is at least one maid or a palace guard around, but it’s only just now starting to feel odd that there's absolutely no one."

"You're really just noticing that now...!?"

"Well, the sex with you was so good that I couldn't focus on anything else! ❤️"

Come to think of it, the only reason I was even able to wander this deep into the palace was that there wasn't a soul around.

Does that mean if I hadn't accidentally stumbled into this room, the Queen would have been dead by now? Coincidences are terrifying.

"No, wait, more importantly—me!?"

I've unintentionally thwarted a high-level assassination plot against the Queen? I have a really bad feeling that I’m about to get dragged into something incredibly troublesome again!

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