Let There Be Blessing Behind You

Story 64. From Hell to Another Hell (2)

Chapter 110

“A love is supposed to be built on trust and honesty, and it should be unchanging. So I have found the one, and I would like to introduce you to him! Bless you all! This is the will of the Goddess!”

“Yes! It is the will of the Goddess!”

It seemed like I was the only one who was surprised by this unexpected news. What was he doing? His wife? Shouldn’t he at least pick a woman for this position? What was he doing, announcing that he was going to marry me, a man?

Camille looked unconcerned. He patted my back and whispered, “What are you doing? You should be bowing to the people. Do a pretty bow for me. You know, like the noble ladies do…”

I did as he asked. I folded my hands together neatly and tried to bow, but when I did, my naughty lover came behind me. What was he trying to do?

“Good boy, Juya… Now, it is time for your reward. You have been waiting very patiently, right? Haha…”

He pulled up my shirt and undid my belt suddenly. My pants dropped, and I became exposed to everyone in the kingdom. Before I could resist, Camille’s hands moved faster.

“Ooohhh… You are already so wet, huh? Juya, you are such a pervert. Are you becoming aroused because you want me to f*ck you in front of all these people?”

He slowly pulled the lumpy object from me, and indeed, I felt the incredible stickiness as it came out. It felt like I just had sex with many different men, yet I still wasn’t satisfied. My body waited for its master. I needed much more.

“Ahh… Please… F*ck me… Camille… Haa…”

How many men could tell what was going on here in the balcony? Probably everyone. I was sure all of them probably wanted to f*ck me too, but, because I belonged to their ruler, they would never dare.

The man of power was behind me. The perfect Goddess’ warrior. The ideal kingdom Erudim will never fail, and this man will rule it for eternity. He was a war hero, and I was the man he loved. The man this man loved to f*ck.

“Ahhh… Aaa… Mmm… Hhh… Aaaa…”

I moaned in pleasure, and like magic, I saw all the men in the crowd take their pants off and begin to masturbate. I stroked myself as well openly, wanting to show everyone how much I loved this.

My master knew me very well. He lifted me up, so my legs spread apart on the balcony railing as he continued to thrust into me. It didn’t seem like Camille had any difficulty supporting my body weight, so I writhed freely and groaned. I spread my legs wider and moved against him as hard as I could. My entire body felt wet with pleasure, and I observed everyone watching me.

I could tell that they all desired me, but unfortunately for them, they would never get the chance to take me because my master will be the only one who satisfies me. All-day, every day, forever. He will be part of me for eternity.

Suddenly, I found myself in water. Was it a lake? I noticed someone sitting on the railing beside me, watching me. He looked familiar.

Who was he?

Then, I realized that he wasn’t sitting; he was floating like a ghost.

The prophet.

He said to me, “You look like you are having fun. Are you going to stay here?”

“Mm… Aa…”

“I can see how this strange world feels good to you. This young man looks normal, yet he is acting like a pervert, but you must know that, unlike him, you are still alive.”

“Aahhh…”

Strangely, the more I listened to the prophet, the less I became excited. This blue man wiggled his legs like he weighed nothing.

“A living man must keep walking. If he remains still, he will fall into darkness and end up becoming a ghost. Look over there. Do you see that?”

See what? When I looked up at where he was pointing at, I no longer saw the bright sunshine. I was back in the exotic underground city, thick with mist. There were many streetlights, but the street was empty.

“Huh?”

I looked down at myself and saw that I wasn’t naked or being penetrated by the prince. The ground seemed wet for some reason, and I found it hard to support my body weight.

“Huuuh?”

Did the prophet grab me and pull me from this water? I wasn’t sure. Maybe he didn’t save me from drowning and just kept screaming from where he was. Either way, I kept hearing his voice.

“This young man who promised to love only you for eternity… Who was he to begin with? Hahaha! Is he a living being, or is he a figment of your imagination? What is his name?”

His name was Camille. Acamille.

It was all wrong. Everything I thought was the truth wasn’t. His name was like the bubble that blinded me. The real Arim Sevan Camille never told me he loved me. In fact, he had never loved a person before. He was an abandoned prince, and he was called the one who killed the Goddess. He wasn’t perfect except in my head.

Love… The concept of this feeling that felt so seductive in my head… My body… I loved Prince Camille, but to be more accurate…

I realized that something was very wrong. The reality hit me hard, and I no longer felt like I was falling and drowning.