Chapter 561: The Path to Public Sex

"She raped me," Benjamin muttered from his Amazon fortress from where he hid, his voice low and pained, his hands wrapped from behind Sara.

"You consented." Izra retorted, her voice calm and matter-of-fact.

"No, I consented initially because I thought you were a sexually frustrated and beautiful woman, someone in need of comfort and release," Benjamin explained calmly, his voice steady despite the weight of his words, his hands still wrapped from behind Sara. "But after I passed out the 6th or 7th time, and after you turned my dick into the size of a monster—altering my body without my permission—I asked you to set me free. A plea you ignored completely, as if my words meant nothing. And according to Marina, who examined me afterward, I actually almost died, came within inches of losing my life."

"Marina? That stiff, lesbian deputy infatuated with Elara?" Izra frowned, her brow furrowing with deep displeasure, and her dark eyes narrowing at the mention of the name. "You cannot possibly believe a word she says. She hates men, I’ll have you know, despises them with every fiber of her being. Though, I too thought you would die, I must admit, I genuinely believed you would not survive our encounter. My apologies for that miscalculation."

"Of course I know about Marina," Benjamin replied her, now fondling with Sara’s breasts, his hands sinking into the soft flesh, his fingers kneading the generous mounds with familiarity, as if he were not in the middle of an important conversation. "She has refused to let my sperm do their work inside her, constantly frying them out or trying to force them inside my own body, as if the very idea of carrying my seed is repulsive to her. Maybe the thought of bearing my child is beneath her dignity? Nah, she’s probably just shy?"

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CLAP, CLAP!

"Alright, alright!" Renard clapped to get their attention, his hands striking together with sharp, commanding sounds that echoed across the water and off the rocky walls. "Enough with the family reunion and the awkward confessions. Let’s get down to business, shall we? And Benjamin, stop squeezing Sara’s breasts and pay attention to me, focus on what I have to say with your full attention."

"I can do both, multitask with ease, listen and fondle simultaneously," Benjamin replied, his voice sounding with defiant amusement, his hands continuing their work on Sara’s chest without pause.

"No, you either squeeze the breast and get executed by Seraphina here—who will not tolerate such disrespect in her majesty’s presence—or you stop and listen to me with the respect I deserve," Renard firmly stated, his blue eyes fixed on Benjamin with unyielding intensity that brooked no argument.

Benjamin had to stop the fondling, reluctantly withdrawing his hands, much to Sara’s displeasure, her lips forming a small pout of disappointment, her body leaning toward him in protest.

"Listen here, Benjamin," Renard began, his voice taking on a serious and solemn tone that signaled the gravity of what was to come, as Benjamin frowned and looked at some rocky monster moving afar in the distance. "I believe you know why I am here."

"To scold me and ground me?" He mumbled, his lower lip jutting out like a child being reprimanded by an exasperated parent.

"I’m glad you understand that much," Renard nodded, satisfied, his expression one of approval at his acknowledgment. "I see that you want to explore the world and meet a lot of unique people, to experience all that this world has to offer. I also was like that a very long time ago, consumed by wanderlust and curiosity.

"But you need to understand what duty means, what obligation requires of you. You accepted a duty, a diplomatic one that concerned various powerful kingdoms, but here you are breaking your promis— wait, what are you doing?"

Renard paused to understand why Benjamin and Sara were huddled up in a weird angle.

They were both blushing furiously and acting suspicious, their bodies pressed together in a way that suggested more than casual proximity, and their breathing uneven and shallow.

"N-Nothing... I’m listening to you, I swear I am. Please, pay me no mind, continue with your lecture." Benjamin said in a near whisper, his voice strained and breathless, his eyes darting away guiltily.

"Then why are you blocking our full perception of that area with magic, creating a barrier that hides what you are doing? You better not be doing anything perverted, you arrogant god-touched!" Renard hissed and continued, his voice sharp with accusation and suspicion, "Princess Dynamis waited for you and expected you several days ago, preparing for your arrival with great anticipation. But you decided none of that mattered, that her time, effort, and feelings were worth nothing. She is furious and promises to give you a heated punch when you arrive, a blow that will certainly leave a lasting mark!"

"’Heated’ sounded lewd for a bit there, like something else entirely. You know, like a different kind of heat," Benjamin chuckled cutely, like a kid hearing a dirty word for the first time, his voice carrying a note of childish amusement that was entirely inappropriate for the situation. "Well, Dynamis sure is a hottie, and she’s my type too. I don’t mind a punch or two from her. I hope she’s tsundere."

"To say this in front of your lover so casually... Someone please punch that unserious worm," Renard facepalmed, his hand striking his own forehead with a loud smack, feeling secondhand embarrassment for Benjamin.

"You heard him, big sis Izra. Punch me as hard as you can!" Heka had swum to Izra seeking pleasure, her vibrant brown eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

Her body was positioned and ready for the impact, her muscles tensed with eagerness.

"I’m certain you must have been a pain in the rear to your parents on Earth, with this ruffian attitude, this complete disregard for authority and consequence!" Renard nagged, their voice sounding exasperated with frustration.

"Hah! J-Jokes on you," Benjamin snickered, but his face seemed to be under some stress, his expression contorting with effort, and his body trembling with hidden exertion. "I never got to know my parents much, so I don’t know what it was like to be raised and disciplined by one! Haha!"

"No, I think the jokes on you, that you would use such a painful history as a defense. And sorry about that, truly."

"Don’t pity me, damnit!" Benjamin raised his fist in annoyance.

But his blush soon increased, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck in a deep crimson wave, and his body trembled, his muscles tensing with overwhelming sensation that he could no longer control. "Ah... Ahn~!"

"..."

"..."

The entire cast of characters stared blankly at Benjamin and Sara, their eyes wide in disbelief, their mouths hanging open in stunned silence, as Sara collapsed with a gleeful expression into the water.

Her body going limp with satisfaction, her face wearing a look of pure bliss, and Benjamin’s head swung back, his jaw slack, his chest heaving with exertion.

"Were... the both of you having sex...?" Renard almost whispered.