Netori SSS-Emperor: All Queens Shall Be Mine!-Chapter 72: A Conversation Better Not Had

A few days had passed since Lykrus's incident with Wolf, and still, she'd been struggling to digest what had happened between them. Locking herself in her room, she'd kept to herself and only ever went out to join her family for dinner and breakfast. And even while eating at the table, she wouldn't say a word–something that had become a great cause for concern.

However, no matter what they tried, she remained in her room, not even getting out when her boyfriend, Runner, came to talk to her. His visits had been plentiful, but too bothered by the memories of that accursed night, she couldn't bring herself to face him. And yet her shame was overshadowed by lust, for every night since the incident she found herself wetting her bed in a shower of her juices.

At first it would start as an itch, but she tries again and again to resist until the folds of her pussy would quiver even to the cotton touch of her panties. Giving in spite of the guilt, she would touch herself to the thought of that same night. Even now, her insides were no longer the same. Spread to Wolf's shape, she could barely feel her own fingers doing much work inside of her. Thus, relying on the handle of her hairbrush, she would plunge it deep over and over again.

A virgin not too long ago, that and a bit of teasing at the clit was enough to make her cum. But to her surprise, tonight was about to be quite different. Unable to hold himself any longer, Runner had climbed up to the window of the second floor and with a sudden knock, he shocked Lykrus off of her bed. Turning to the sound, she was shocked to find her boyfriend on the other end while at the same time, somewhat relieved for she wasn't yet doing what she's done these past few days.

"What are you doing here?!" She asked, her voice tinged with anger and yet a whisper.

"I'm here to talk with you, you've been avoiding me for days!" Runner shot right back.

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'And that didn't give you a hint?!' In her mind, the relationship was already over. After all, there was no way Runner could overlook what had happened, and even if he did, the weight of what she'd done would've crushed her if they stayed together.

"What's happening, Lyka? You kept turning me away. At least talk to me about what happened!" Looking up into the pained eyes of her boyfriend, Lykrus already knew that he couldn't handle the truth. And yet he ached for it, almost masochistically so, despite knowing full well that it would only hurt him further.

"Wh-what's there to talk about?" Turning away from him, her hands locking in a squeeze around her own body, the faunan shut her eyes and tried to tune Runner out. "You saw what you saw! What can I even say? I did it because for this or that reason, when even I don't know why? Runner...Just go!"

Having already known that she wouldn't wanna talk, Runner had come prepared to pursue her until she would change her mind. Thus, grabbing her hand, he turned her around. Shocked by the sudden act, Lykrus stared at him with her eyes wide as a hawk.

"No! We need to talk! I'm done thinking about what happened, I want us to move on!" Runner pleaded, for his love for as he called her–Lyka, was too strong.

He wanted them to move on and forget that the mess had ever happened. A night of misadventure under the influence of heavy drugs, that's what he wished to believe, but after days of confinement and succumbing to the memory, the faunan felt as though she was too far gone. Turning her head away from him in shame, she hissed through her teeth in complaint.

"Why are you so stubborn? Didn't you see what I did? I know it wasn't just the drug either, I was conscious, I felt it in me..." The memory of Wolf's cock buried deep in her pussy flashed before their eyes. To Runner, it came as an insult as he knew that there was no way he could compare, but for Lyka, it was a prospect shining a bright light to her future. "Forget about me; that's how we move on. The king already said that he wants me, and I think it's best we don't go against him."

Lying to him as well as herself, she posed the reasoning as if she defied Wolf would get her in trouble. When in truth, it was the dream of a future free of troubles, a future as a concubine or a queen that lays with the king every night. Already she had spewed gallons to that idea, and planning to spew more, she no longer had any hopes to return to something he knew couldn't sate her.

Even so, growing a bit curious, she glanced at Runner and said in a whisper.

"Take your...your pants off, I wanna see it." Baffled by her demand, the knight took a step away from her. Staring at her in disbelief, he wondered if the woman in front of him was truly Lyka or someone else entirely.

"What are you talking about? Of course, I can't–"

"Just do it. I wanna see who's bigger..." Lyka's morbid curiosity overshadowed her reasoning. She wanted to see her boyfriend's cock–not because she expected it to be bigger, but to highlight to him in the many ways he was inferior to the king. Not to mention, it was a test–a test he was meant to fail by refusing to drop his pants.

But as bashful as he was, it took Runner only a few minutes to fail that test. Undoing his buckle, he let it fall to the floor along with his pants. And as he pulled his underwear down to reveal his hard cock, Lyka stared at it for a while, judging it on its size and shape.

'Why did you have to do this?' She thought to herself. Rock hard from the moment he dropped his underwear, Runner had proven what he was truly after–or so the faunan thought. His love was genuine, but latching on to the easiest excuse to shift blame, she clung on to it like any other horrid, cheating partner. 'Why the fuck are you hard?!'

Gritting her teeth behind sealed lips, she tried not to let her anger reflect in her expression. And although she was failing, upon looking up, thankfully it seemed that Runner had been too embarrassed to look in her direction all this time.

"I'm sorry, can you leave?" She asked, her voice devoid of all shame and guilt.

"What?!" Quickly looking back at his girlfriend, the knight stared at her in disbelief.

After everything he'd done for her, was she breaking up with him? Not quite, at least not yet, and her next sentence proved just that.

"I need some time to think, Runner. Please leave me alone for a while." Her words now seeming a bit more reasonable, Runner pulled up his pants and reluctantly decided to leave. Staring at her all the way to the door, he asked something at the doorways that would make him regret his visit further still.

"We're not breaking up, right?"

"Not yet. I still love you very much–but," looking into Runner's eyes, a flash of hearts could be seen in Lyka's gaze. "But he's the king, and..."

Pointing at his crotch, she added.

"More impressive in every way..." It was that time at night when she began touching herself, and with how intense she'd been these past few days, Lyka couldn't hide her lust, not even for a moment.

Feeling defeated to the core, Runner left her house. But the memories of the day he'd seen Wolf's cock lodged deep inside of Lyka remained with him, and as it persisted, corruption began seeping into his conscience. Much like his girlfriend, if everything continued in the direction that it was heading, he too would be corrupted, perhaps even more than Lyka in some ways.