"So, Zack, tell me… exactly how guilty are you feeling right now? One hundred percent? One hundred percent? Or one hundred percent?"
Princess Natlia scooted even closer on the bench, pressing herself against him like warm glue that refused to let go. The heat of her body seeped through his clothes, making every nerve ending come alive. She deliberately guided his hand higher with slow, torturous movements until his palm rested fully on the soft, bare skin of her inner thigh. The warmth of her flesh beneath his fingers sent electricity racing up his arm. A tiny, pleased moan escaped her lips as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the color spreading down her neck.
"Hmm… Natlia, can you stop teasing me, please?" Zack pleaded desperately, his voice cracking slightly under the strain.
"Haah… why should I?" she whispered breathlessly, squeezing his trapped hand tightly between her thighs. The pressure made his breath hitch. "Bad boys need punishment, you know." Her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling with each word. "So, Zack… are you feeling something now? Or are you still thinking about those tunnel women?"
Zack's blood rushed south so fast he felt dizzy, his head spinning with the sudden shift. Heat pooled low in his belly, making his pants uncomfortably tight. But suddenly, cutting through the charged moment like a knife, a sharp sound echoed from the hallway—the distinct crack of a slap followed by a maid's pained shriek, and then a man's rude bark: "Move faster You Bitch!"
Zack's eyes narrowed dangerously, his entire body tensing with instant anger. "Hmm… who's that ungrateful brat?"
The moment Natlia recognized the voice, her entire body went ice-cold. The warmth that had been radiating from her vanished in an instant, replaced by a chilling fear. She began trembling uncontrollably, her hands shaking against his. "H-he… I… nobody. Zack, you should go take a bath for a while. I'll… I'll take care of him," she stammered frantically, her eyes darting everywhere but at him, unable to meet his gaze.
She tried desperately to stand and hide her barely-covered thighs, tugging at the fabric with shaking hands, but she couldn't do it! The tiny shorts wouldn't cover her thighs no matter how hard she pulled. Then she tried to stretch her shirt down to cover more skin, but it just bounced right back up, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Panic was written all over her flushed face, her breathing quick and shallow.
Zack gently placed a steady hand on her head, his touch warm and grounding. "I see. That's Kane." His voice turned calm but firm, like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't worry. I'm here. Nothing will happen to you. I won't let him catch even a glimpse of your beautiful body."
He stood tall and straight, his broad frame completely shielding the shivering Natlia behind him like an immovable wall, blocking Kane's line of sight entirely.
"Zack, I—" Before she could finish, Kane's mocking voice cut through the air like a blade.
"Oh my, I guess a 'friend' is a boy. Natlia, my fiancée, it's not good to be cheating before we're even married, you know?"
Kane stepped forward arrogantly, his eyes burning with possessive rage when he saw Zack standing there like an immovable wall between them. "Hey, you bastard, move aside! Why are you hiding my woman? Do you want to die or something?"
Zack didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. He spoke with deadly calm, his voice cutting through the tension. "Hmm… SO THIS IS THE FAMOUS MR. KANE COK I KEEP HEARING ABOUT. BUT YOU LOOK EVEN NASTIER IN REAL LIFE. I AT LEAST IMAGINED YOU'D BE HANDSOME-NASTY, BUT… SOMEONE CLEARLY PUKED ON GARBAGE AND CALLED IT A PERSON!!!"
He continued without raising his voice, each word dripping with venom. "AND 'MY FIANCÉE'? SHE IS STILL SINGLE UNTIL THE CEREMONY. SO, KEEP THAT FILTHY MOUTH OF YOURS SHUT. YOU CAN'T EVEN FOLLOW YOUR OWN CROWN'S ORDERS PROPERLY AND YOU'RE JUMPING AROUND HERE LIKE AN ANIMAL IN HEAT. IF WE'RE PLAYING THAT GAME, THEN I COULD CLAIM THE PRINCESS OF THE ECHOR EMPIRE AS MY WIFE BEFORE SHE DOES HER CEREMONY! SEE HOW STUPID THAT SOUNDS? THAT'S EXACTLY HOW STUPID YOU SOUND RIGHT NOW, YOU BASTARD PUKE-FACE BRAT!!!"
"Pffftt—" Natlia couldn't hold it in. She burst into laughter, the sound breaking through her fear like sunlight through clouds. The nearby maid quickly covered her own mouth to hide her giggle, her shoulders shaking with suppressed amusement.
"Huh?!" Kane's face turned purple with rage, the veins in his neck bulging. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, YOU BASTARD? SHE IS MINEEE! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH LAND…"
Zack suddenly roared, his voice exploding like thunder and drowning Kane out completely. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU LITTLE TWERP!!!!!"
RRRATTLEEE!
The glass panes rattled violently from the sheer force of his voice, vibrating in their frames.
"DON'T LECTURE ME ABOUT HOW THE LAND OF DREATH KEEPS THIS ISLAND AFLOAT!!! DO YOU REPRESENT THE ENTIRE LAND OF DREATH? IF I KILL YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, NOBODY BACK THERE WOULD BAT AN EYE. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DISPOSABLE PAWN SENT TO CONTROL THIS PLACE—SOMEONE THEY'LL DISCARD THE MOMENT THINGS CALM DOWN. DON'T FLATTER YOURSELF."
Zack took one step forward, his presence expanding like a storm cloud. The air around them seemed to grow heavier, pressing down with invisible weight.
"I'VE SEEN PLENTY OF RATS LIKE YOU CRAWLING HERE TRYING TO HARM THE PRINCESS. CLEARLY THIS PLACE HAS BECOME SO VALUABLE THAT EVERY GREEDY BASTARD WANTS A PIECE. YOUR PEOPLE BUY OUR GOODS, THEN SELL THEM FOR TRIPLE THE PRICE ELSEWHERE. DO YOU THINK YOUR CROWNS WOULD EVER WANT THAT INCOME TO STOP? DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND BASIC BUSINESS??"
Zack sneered with pure contempt and continued, his voice rising with each word. "THE QUEEN AND THE OTHERS STAY QUIET ONLY BECAUSE IF YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE COCK LEAVES, ANOTHER ONE WILL SLITHER IN TOMORROW. IT'S AN ENDLESS CYCLE. BUT DON'T TEST HER FRIENDS' AND MY PATIENCE. TOUCH HER AGAIN WITH THOSE FILTHY HANDS AND I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU. SHE… IS… OURSSS! SHE IS THE PRINCESS OF THIS CITY! SHE BELONGS TO HERSELF FIRST—AND SHE IS MIIINEEEE!!!!"
The last words thundered out like divine judgment, echoing through the entire hallway.
SHAAKEEE! CRAAACKK!
The glass shutters shook so violently that some visible cracks spread across their surface from the sheer intensity of his voice.
Natlia's eyes glowed with emotion, tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks. But this time they were happy tears, tears of relief and joy. She stared at Zack's strong, protective back and felt her greatest nightmare vanish—poof—like smoke disappearing in the wind. A sweet, relieved smile bloomed across her face, her heart filling with warm emotions that spread through her entire body. Right now, she didn't want anything else in the world—just to be here, safe behind him, looking at his back.
"YOU—YOU—NATLIA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST HIDING THERE? COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" Kane screeched desperately, completely losing it as his voice cracked with fury.
Natlia flinched instinctively, her body jerking at the command she'd been conditioned to obey. But Zack's voice rang out again, fierce and unshakable, cutting through her fear.
"NATLIA WILL NOT GO ANYWHERE! SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU ANYMORE! FROM TODAY, SHE IS FREE—NO MORE BURDENS, NO MORE CHAINS. WHATEVER HAPPENS IN THE FUTURE WILL BE SHOULDERED BY HER FRIENDS, HER FAMILY… AND BY ME. SO, MR. KANE COK, GET OUT BEFORE I BURN YOU TO SHREDS!"
SNAPPP!
As soon as Zack snapped his fingers with sharp precision, Tyra shot out from somewhere like a purple-black arrow and landed proudly on Zack's shoulder, his small body bristling with energy.
GOOOSSHHH!
A roaring pillar of brilliant blue flame erupted between them and Kane, the heat so intense it made the air shimmer and warp. Tyra spit out his dangerous blue flame attack with perfect aim, creating a blazing wall of fire.
SIZZLLEE! SIZZLLEEE!
The floor burned black beneath the flames, charring and smoking as it created an impassable barrier between the two men.
Kane stumbled backward in pure terror, his clothes singed and slightly smoking. His eyes went wide with panic and fear as the heat washed over his face. He gritted his teeth hard, wanting desperately to say something, but the words caught in his throat. Then he saw something that nearly made him puke blood in rage.
Behind Zack, Natlia sank to her knees on the bench, her legs giving out beneath her. She wrapped both arms around his waist from behind and pressed her tear-streaked face against his back, clinging to him like he was her only anchor in a storm.
"Thank you…" she whispered, her voice trembling with overwhelming joy and relief.
Zack placed his hands gently over hers, his fingers warm and protective. He looked at the retreating Kane and smirked with pure satisfaction—a expression that made Kane's blood boil as he saw only Natlia's arms hugging Zack possessively.
Kane cursed under his breath, his voice shaking with impotent rage. "Bitch! Bitch! BITCH!" He turned and stormed away in total defeat, his footsteps echoing angrily down the hallway.
"Tyrr tyrr!" Tyra bounced happily on Zack's head, clearly pleased with himself.
"Hehe, you did good, my friend." Zack reached up and scratched the little creature's neck affectionately, his fingers gentle. "Go, Tyra. Show our 'guest' out respectfully, okay?"
"TYR TYR!" Tyra zipped after Kane like a purple streak, clearly planning some playful harassment along the way.
After a long moment of comfortable silence, Zack softly said, "He's gone. You can let go now, Natlia."
"Umm… no. Let me stay like this," she murmured stubbornly, pressing her entire body even tighter against his back, trying to melt into him completely.
One minute passed in silence… then another… then another. Natlia showed no signs of letting go.
Zack finally got irritated and said with exasperation, "Hey, that's enough! I'm tired. I still need that bath you ordered me to take. Let go of meee!"
"NOOOO! DON'T WANNA!" Natlia clung even tighter, her arms locked around his waist like a cute animal made of pure stubborn affection.
Zack's eye twitched in frustration. With a resigned sigh, he twisted his flexible arms behind himself, slipped them around her back, and hooked one arm firmly around her. He lifted her slightly up using just his arm strength while tilting his body forward a little, making her grip loosen up for just a bit. Taking the chance immediately, he spun around smoothly, slid his other arm below her knees and lifted her up like a princess in one fluid motion.
"KYAAA! I'm getting carried again!!!" Natlia squealed in pure delight, her legs kicking happily in the air like an excited child.
Zack looked down at the beaming princess in his arms and couldn't help but smile at her joy—until his gaze accidentally dropped lower to her tiny shorts riding dangerously high. The fabric was tucked deep at her crotch, outlining everything with obscene clarity.
Blood rushed south instantly. His cock strained painfully against his pants, the pressure almost unbearable.
Geez… I could control myself before, but lately… His mind flashed unbidden to the 5th rock underground bath scene again, making the situation even worse. The image of their wet, naked body burned behind his eyes.
Natlia, still giggling happily, shifted her weight to get more comfortable—and her soft ass brushed directly against his rock-hard bulge.
"KYAAA!" She froze completely, her entire body going stiff. Her cheeks exploded into a bright red as she quickly buried her face in his chest, trying desperately to cover her exposed crotch with her tiny embarrassed hands. But she still didn't completely cover it, leaving just a small space for a sneak peek of the fabric stretched tight between her legs. A shy, giddy smile never left her lips as she got carried away, leaving the burned mark on the ground behind them.
Neither of them spoke. The silence was thick and charged with electricity as Zack carried her all the way down the hallway to her bedroom. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, stepped inside, and gently placed her on the soft bed. Then he immediately turned to flee, his voice coming out rushed.
"Sleep well. Don't worry about anything. I'll stand guard outside."
He made it exactly one step toward freedom—
—but suddenly Natlia scrambled forward on her knees across the bed with desperate speed. She grabbed his waist from front and pressed herself against him again, her barely-covered crotch nudging directly against his still-throbbing erection.
"Mmmhhh…" Both of them moaned at the contact, the sound escaping before either could stop it.
Face burning hot, Natlia looked up at him with eyes glassy with need and desire. "Did you get aroused thinking about them… or about me?"
She clutched his shirt even tighter, her knuckles white.
"Aghh… Natlia, it's not—"
She pushed her hips forward again, grinding softly against his bulge with deliberate pressure. "DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME, ZACK!"
Zack exhaled shakily, his chest heaving. Then he wrapped his arms around her trembling body and hugged her close, pulling her against his chest. "I… I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I get angry too fast. I saw them naked and yes, I got hard, but I swear I never wanted to do anything to them. But you… with you, I do get aroused, and I want to… I'm sorry."
Zack just told her everything, the truth spilling out in a rush of honesty.
Natlia's anger melted away like ice in the sun. She pulled back slightly, not breaking free from his embrace, and with a voice soft and vulnerable, her body still trembling, she said, "Thank you… for telling the truth."
She kept a little distance between their bodies, looked down shyly, and with shaking fingers began unbuttoning the very bottom button of her pajama shirt.
"Zack… I don't want you thinking about them. I want you to think only about me… and release everything you're holding inside."
One button popped open… then another… then another…
Her smooth belly came into view, the skin pale and perfect as it rose and fell with nervous breaths. Four… five… the shirt parted wider, revealing her slim, shimmering waist. Some nervous sweat dripped down her skin, the droplets kissing her curves as they traced paths down her body. Six… seven… the lower curve of her underboob peeked out from beneath the fabric.
Natlia stopped there and looked toward Zack, whose face had turned completely red and shy. He couldn't look away from her body, his eyes glued to her exposed skin. She smiled at his reaction, then grabbed one of his hands from her back and slowly guided it to her bare waist.
The moment his skin met hers—
"Ummmmmm… aaahhhhh…"
They both shuddered violently and moaned in pure pleasure, steam practically rising from their overheated bodies. The contact sent shockwaves through both of them.
Natlia then moved her trembling fingers upward to her collar buttons and began opening them slowly, one by one. Her deep cleavage came into full view first, then the upper swell of her breasts—soft, round, and perfect. She was only one tiny button away from complete exposure.
Zack's hand on her waist slid higher on pure instinct, his palm gliding across her smooth skin. His eyes locked hungrily on her chest, but he didn't touch her breasts. He just stared with burning intensity at her nearly naked chest, her smooth trembling abdomen, and her deep inviting cleavage.
"Aaghhhh…" Natlia breathed hard, her voice dripping with seduction and raw need. "You said I'm yours… so use me, Zack. I was yours yesterday. I am yours now. And I will be yours forever."
She cupped her own breast through the thin fabric, fondling it slowly as she made a sexy expression that nearly broke him. Her other hand moved to Zack's chest, her fingers teasing around his nipples through his shirt, making his breath come in ragged gasps.
Zack's sanity snapped like a dry twig.
DOOMMM!!!
Zack suddenly spun around with explosive speed and bolted out of the room at full sprint, his feet pounding against the floor.
SLAM!
The door crashed shut behind him.
Natlia collapsed onto the bed, her entire body red as a cherry. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself, cocooning her heated body. Under its cover, hidden from the world, she slipped the shirt fully open, baring herself completely.
SQUELCH… SQUELCH… SQUELCH… SQUELCH!
Her fingers moved desperately between her wet thighs while her other hand played with her bare breast, squeezing and teasing. Soft moans filled the room, getting louder and more desperate as she imagined what might have happened if he had stayed… if he had touched her… if he had taken her…
Meanwhile, Zack sprinted down the hallway past the startled maids who were carrying fresh towels and clean clothes.
"Thank you, everyone! I'll take my bath now—you can all go rest!" he shouted breathlessly, awkwardly positioning his body to hide the massive bulge straining against his pants as he vanished into the bathroom.
SLAM!
The door crashed shut behind him.
If the maids had lingered just a few minutes longer outside the bathroom door, they would have heard the faint, rhythmic sounds echoing through the steam:
FLAP… FLAP… FLAP… FLAP…
The wet slapping sounds were accompanied by low, tortured masculine groans that grew more desperate with each passing moment.
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END OF CHAPTER
Author Blabbering
Have you ever experienced something that was plainly obvious, yet you didn't realize it at the moment—until later, when it suddenly made sense?
Once in my life, I ran across a bridge trying to catch a train. Where I live, there's no closing-door system, so technically, if you run fast enough, you can get in. When I reached the platform, the train had already started moving and was picking up speed. I ran alongside it, heart racing, legs burning—until there was a brief, perfectly timed moment when the train became faster than me.
I hesitated.
And then I stopped.
From the side, an older man shouted curses at me, probably convinced I was foolish or careless. I didn't respond. I just stood there, slowly catching my breath, watching the train disappear.
And then the questions began.
Why was I so desperate? Missing this train wouldn't change anything—another one would come soon enough. Why was I in such a hurry? Why did I risk my life for something so replaceable?
That's when I realized something uncomfortable: I wasn't running because I needed to. I was running because I had been conditioned to. Every day, I saw people rushing—pushing, running, colliding with one another—always chasing something, always in a hurry. Maybe they were late. Maybe it was a fast train with a long gap before the next one. Maybe it felt necessary.
Or maybe it just felt normal.
That one moment pulled me out of that mindset. Since then, I don't rush anymore. I walk slowly. I breathe. I observe. And honestly? Watching people tumble over each other in their endless hurry is strangely entertaining.
Once, a man ran so fast that his phone fell. He had tackled a woman in his rush, and when she picked up the phone, she didn't hand it back immediately. Fair enough, I'd say. Karma arrived right on time.
I think moments like these are small awakenings. They don't always come when we expect them, but when they do, they gently remind us that many of the things we worry about—many of the ways we live—aren't as serious as we believe.
Maybe there's something in your life that needs realization too. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But someday, you will suddenly realize and understand that the things you were rushing for, worrying about, or risking yourself over… were never that big of a deal.