[AFYC] Chapter 4

“Yes, Your Highness, it feels so good!”

Meanwhile, another woman seated next to the man—Duke Baden—rose from her position. Then, she poured some condensed milk to dip strawberries on her breasts. The viscous, white liquid trailed down her swollen chest, collecting in a droplet at the tip of her nipple.

As Duke Baden’s eyes, clouded with lust, fixated on the sight, the woman guided her milk-covered breast to his mouth and softly whispered,

“Your Highness, I am Arman Rose.”

The round, white breasts, sprinkled with the milky fluid, stood out starkly against the crimson areolas, resembling rose petals.

The Duke, who seemed to have forgotten that he was not just any man but the younger brother of the Felphe King and the president of the Felphe Bank, eagerly leaned in and began to lap at her chest with his tongue. He cared little that his face was becoming smeared with the sweet milk. As he sucked and sucked on her breast, the woman responded with a soft moan, perfectly pitched to be pleasing to the ear.

“Haa... Ah.... That’s good.”

She dared to stroke the Duke’s head as she issued a command.

“Suck... suck harder.”

The Duke, seemingly eager to obey, began sucking her breast even more fervently, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. While he moved on to suck the other breast, the woman whose pelvis was locked against his rubbed his chest in return.

“Haa, ah, ah....”

As the Duke panted with pleasure, another orgy was unfolding beside him.

The lewd sounds of wet flesh slapping against flesh, accompanied by exaggerated moans intended to entice onlookers, heated the air in the room. The velvet sofa, a piece of art in its own right, had long since been soiled with bodily fluids from an unknown source. The clothing of the distinguished guests, who had once tried to maintain a veneer of civility, was strewn about the floor like rags, and the expensive liquor, costing hundreds of Kertes per drop, was passed from mouth to mouth, spilling carelessly.

At this moment, in this room where an astronomical amount of money was being squandered, not a single person was left in their right mind. Thus, even when the door was thrown open with such a loud crash, nobody within the room managed to process what was happening.

With a wry smile, Oscar watched the guests who had shed not only their clothes but their dignity and reason as well, rutting like animals. He gestured for the men who had followed him to stay back and then leisurely entered the den of debauchery while the grand Duke’s secretary hurried to close the door behind him.

Oscar settled on the sofa opposite the Duke, who was panting heavily, his body entirely at the mercy of the two courtesans attending to him. Lighting a cigarette, Oscar calmly inhaled while the Duke’s secretary frantically tried to rouse his master from his stupor.

“Your Highness, Your Highness!”

The Duke, who was still thrusting vigorously as he approached his climax, growled irritably at the hand tapping him on the back.

“What is it now?”

“Your Highness, please...”

“Who the hell let you in?!”

The secretary, on the verge of tears, pointed shakily ahead, and both the Duke and the guests followed his finger with their eyes.

“...”

“...”

“...”

Sitting comfortably with one leg crossed over the other was a man smoking a cigarette.

Amidst the stunned silence, Oscar chuckled before addressing the Duke.

“Please, do continue. I can wait a little longer.”

His voice was low, dripping with sarcasm, and the moment he finished speaking, the Duke hastily withdrew his member from the courtesan’s sex. At the same time, a burst of milky white semen spurted out from the tip of his reddened member. The courtesans, who had been spreading their legs wide and engaging in all manner of indecent acts, quickly sat up, and the guests who had been participating in the orgy scrambled to gather their discarded undergarments.

The drinks spilt on the table in the chaos, and glasses shattered on the floor.

“I told you to take your time.”

The remark was delivered in a tone as casual as the puff of smoke that accompanied it, and though Oscar was smiling, there was something cold and haughty about his expression.

The movements of the Duke of Baden, who had been clumsily trying to put on the underwear handed to him by his secretary, suddenly halted. Whatever thought crossed his mind, he threw the underwear to the floor and straightened his posture. He then fixed his gaze on the young Duke, still lounging carelessly, smoking a cigarette, and spat out his contemptuous words.

“Get out, all of you.”

The guests and prostitutes he had brought with him moved as if they had been waiting for the command. As they hurriedly left, barely covering their naked bodies, the Duke grabbed the arm of the woman who had been beneath him.

“Y-Your Highness?”

“You sit there and pour the drinks.”

With that, he sat back down heavily on the sofa, still wearing nothing but a robe, continuing where he had left off. He leaned deeply into the back of the sofa and with a casual flick of his finger, towards his secretary, who quickly handed him a cigarette. As he took a long drag, matching the slothful posture of Oscar, who sat directly across from him, the secretary leaned close to his ear and quickly whispered the news he had not yet had the chance to deliver.