Transmigrated to a Dark Fantasy World of SSS-Rank: King of the Void-Chapter 31: To Hell With Everything!

The moment she threw herself face-first onto the bed, Ellegaard fell asleep. One of her boots lay on the floor while the other was still on her foot. The staff met a similar fate: tossed beside the bed as if it were nothing more than an ordinary branch.

"Tick..." she murmured, drooling onto the pillow.

She had no idea that, nearby, forbidden things were about to happen.

In the next room, Mitsuki looked vulnerable, as if he were the princess instead of Jeanne. His pale face was flushed from the alcohol in his blood. The faint moonlight slipped through the window, giving the princess in question a perfect view of it.

’What’s going on? I don’t understand anything... Jeanne, what are you going to do to me?’ Mitsuki thought, drowning in the sweet rose scent emanating from that girl. ’Why are you so strong?’

In the dim darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight that conveniently highlighted her magnificent, perfect breasts, Jeanne slid her hands across the sheets, grabbing Mitsuki by the wrists to pin him down just as their faces drew close enough.

The look in that girl’s eyes was something Mitsuki had seen before in certain questionable places—but this was worse. There was a hint of malice in Jeanne’s gaze, as if she enjoyed seeing him in such an embarrassing situation.

"Mitsuki..." she said, slowly sliding her hand inside Mitsuki’s jacket. "If you’re okay with it, we could..."

Their eyes met; he looked to the side nervously.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

She smiled widely and said,

"You will."

And without another word, she kissed him. Mitsuki’s eyes flew wide open as he felt Jeanne’s warm, wet tongue brushing against his own. His mind clouded as if he were drugged, and his body trembled with excitement as his member prepared for action. Instinctively, he gripped the sheets, confused by the sensations attacking him.

Jeanne’s broken moans echoed throughout the room, mixed with Mitsuki’s trembling, breathless voice.

’I don’t understand any of this... Why? Why does it feel so good?’

It was only a kiss, but that was the problem. He had always been a virgin; it had never crossed his mind that one day he would kiss a woman, since he had been far more focused on becoming the best in the world than on things like that.

Now that he had experienced such intimate closeness with a woman, his mind stopped working and sank into the pleasure Jeanne’s sweet, wet tongue was giving him.

After a few seconds, Mitsuki couldn’t breathe anymore, so he struggled, begging her to let him go. Jeanne felt the same way; she pulled away for a moment, and what she saw only ignited her even more.

Mitsuki was breathing heavily; his chest rose and fell in rhythm with his gasps. His mouth was smeared with lipstick, and tears were forming at the corners of his eyes.

Jeanne felt like she was doing something very wrong, but she couldn’t stop.

"Wait. Let me breathe—"

He couldn’t say anything else. Jeanne shut his mouth by pushing her tongue back inside. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, she released his hands and slid along the metal buttons of his coat, slowly removing it.

’Damn it. I can’t take it anymore... To hell with everything!’

Drowning in Jeanne’s pink lips, Mitsuki wrapped his arms tightly around her; her breasts pressed against his chest; their hearts together. This was wonderful...

’She’s so strong, yet she’s so soft everywhere...’

Like hungry snakes, his hands slid down her back and grabbed her butt firmly. The flesh squeezed and sank between his fingers, making Jeanne let out a small moan louder than the ones before.

Once again, their mouths separated from lack of oxygen. This time she wanted to go further. With a quick movement, she removed her mesh clothing; her full breasts bounced when the garment fell beside the mattress.

"Mitsuki... you too."

Of course he did. Focused only on Jeanne’s siren-like gaze, he mentally commanded his Spatial Storage to store his clothes.

The garments vanished into ash, leaving the two of them completely naked. Mitsuki’s erect member brushed against Jeanne’s wet entrance, and she licked her lips, unable to wait any longer.

"Oh... This is wrong. This is my first time, Mitsuki, but..."

’It’s my first time too.’

The first time between a man and a woman is important—

To hell with that! Jeanne didn’t care. She grabbed Mitsuki’s member and shoved it inside in one swift motion; she arched her back with a muffled cry—and she wasn’t the only one.

Mitsuki covered his mouth with both hands; he spread his legs as Jeanne’s tight, wet entrance gripped him with all its strength, twisting around him from within.

She took a few seconds to adjust. With a smile, she touched her abdomen.

"It’s all the way in..."

How mischievous this woman was made no sense. Mitsuki felt like he needed to pounce on her with all his strength, but it was impossible. She had control.

Jeanne began moving her hips back and forth, doing so with a desperation completely unlike her usual self. Her dark yet seductive smile in the darkness made it impossible for Mitsuki to refuse.

Watching her breasts bounce in front of his face, shivering with Jeanne’s clumsy movements, he tensed his arms, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers. Completely lost in his drunkenness and pleasure, he used his index fingers to pinch her nipples.

She let out another moan, louder than before, and her insides tightened strongly.

"Not there," she said. That was her weakness.

He felt like he had gained something. Yes. This was a game, and whoever came first lost. He could still keep going for a while. Fortunately, the small amount of endurance he had gained during his time in this world helped him.

He fondled Jeanne’s breasts gently, making sure not to be too rough so the sensations would be stronger.

And he succeeded—but he also lost. When Jeanne felt close to climax, she violently shook her hips. Mitsuki’s slender body trembled because he hadn’t expected that.

Then they both finished. He moaned like a girl—even though he wasn’t one—at the same time Jeanne did. His seed filled the princess’s womb as they both collapsed in defeat. She lay over his chest, breathing heavily.

They stayed like that for a few seconds. Mitsuki would swear he saw stars floating around his head, but it wasn’t that at all.

Jeanne lifted herself again. She grabbed her right breast tightly.

"I want more."

’Me too...’

The night was going to be long.