Chapter 64

Chapter 64. Heart-Pounding Summer Vacation!

Under the bright moonlight, a round, white lump of flesh suddenly appeared.

A large hand tightly grasped the br*asts that were shaking up and down due to the sudden movement. As the blood rushed to her n*pples in the chilly sea breeze, she raised her head. Rough fingers squeezed and twisted them as if they had been waiting.

“Eup! Hm…!”

A tingling pain and pl*asure bubbled up below her belly button. The desire that had been quelled clumsily was burning hot in Henelone’s head.

Henelone brought her legs together underneath the tickling body and gently raised her b*ttocks below him.

“Haa….”

Heinz felt the soft lump of flesh rubbing against his hard p*nis and pressed down. He wanted to immediately lift this cumbersome cloth and shove his pillar into the soaked hole.

He cooed with deep desire, pressing his waist and lowering his saliva-soaked lips to her throbbing white neck.

“Nhn… N-no neck…! Milena… hm!”

“Shh…. You can’t make a sound.”

Heinz regretfully removed his lips from her neck and whispered softly in her ear. Henelone, who flinched at the low sound that penetrated her ear and the tickling breath, covered her lips. Meanwhile, his shameless hands were caressing her swollen br*asts and squeezing her n*pples.

“Nhn, uh… But… Hm…!”

“…That won’t work.”

Heinz, who laughed at the faint moan that escaped from her clenched teeth, turned Henelone’s body towards him. As she floundered, embarrassed by her spun body, his rough hand lifted Henelone’s chin.

Her body, pushed by the sinking lips again, touched the solid wooden railing. The man’s body came close to her trapped body with no room for escape.

A swollen p*nis that felt like it was about to burst was pushed in between her legs, which were hot and throbbing.

The blunt end, which was upright like a hard wooden stick, parted the closed flesh and found the swollen cl*toris. Her senses felt dull because of the cloth covering her body, but even that made her feel w*t underneath.

The force applied seemed as if it would penetrate through the fabric and into Henelone’s v*gina. Henelone, whose waist was slowly being rubbed, was also clinging to Heinz’s body, pressing her body close to his.

At a time when her body was shaking with subtle anticipation, the sound of the terrace door opening in the next room echoed across the night sea.

“…Heinz?”

Henelone, startled, pushed Heinz away with a thoughtful look on his face.

“…Dietrich.”

After seeing the figure coming out of the terrace, Heinz glanced down and called the emperor’s name.

This is because Henelone, who had hurriedly sat down on the floor, was looking at him with bewildered eyes.

Luckily, the railings up to his waist were not made of wood, but in the form of a booth that was tightly covered on all sides. It covered Henealone’s body well. However, if he looked down from above, she was in a position that could easily be spotted. Heinz, sweating profusely, leaned his arms against the railing and leaned down to cover the crown of Henelone’s head. 

“Hmm? Oh…? Why do you call me by name?”

Dietrich smiled at the sound of his name, which he felt like he hadn’t heard in a very long time.

The sound of waves lapping regularly in the silence was gently caressing his sharp nerves. The noise of a ship screeching as waves crash against it, a cluster of lights twinkling elegantly as if the silk of the night had been unraveled. A cool salty breeze touches his face.

Everything Dietrich had longed for was right here.

“It’s late at night.”

“Stop nagging me. It’s been a while since I’ve been to the beach.”

Dietrich stretched leisurely, crossed his arms over the railing, rested his chin and gazed out at the sea in the dark night.

“I like the deep sea at night like this. It’s very quiet.”

Day or night.

Dietrich smiled and muttered, his blue eyes sinking heavily. He vowed not to look back anymore, but when he got out to sea, his longing washed over him.

The freedom of floating around the wide sea, throwing away all the trivial etiquette. 

It was the same for Heinz.

He was sick of those cunning eyes that praised him as a hero but could not hide their contempt and ridicule. He was struck by the ridiculousness of trivial things like being on the sea.

Heinz also missed the sea. If it had been normal, he might have joked about his past with Dietrich. If it weren’t for the cold hand touching him underneath.

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‘Are you hard? Or not…?’

She stared intently at the pants that came right in front of her face. It seemed like a solid shape was showing through the fabric, but it was hard to tell because she always saw it as a big bulge.

‘I only saw it properly once…’ 

A thick column that was full of blood vessels and pulsating in her hand as if it were alive. The tip that was flowing with a slippery l*quid.

However, because she was in such a heated state, only abstract images came to mind. Henelone, who was barely breathing in case she was caught, glanced up. Heinz’s face was hard to see because he was bending over.

After hesitating for a moment, Henelone slowly reached out her hand, blushing gently on her cheeks.