Chapter 562: Erotic Version—the Path of Public Sex: Hidden Hand Job

It began the moment Renard and his two female companions teleported into Erica’s hot spring with seamless, silent precision.

The air above the steaming water shifted, and then they were simply there—Renard soaking in the hot spring, flanked by the two women who never left his side for long, all of them naked.

Izra was his royal guardian, and her body was a study in controlled power: dense muscle layered under smooth dark skin, the kind of strength that could crush bone yet still carried an unmistakable feminine softness.

Her breasts were large and heavy, the dark areolas wide, the nipples themselves a deep black that stood out against the rest of her.

Between her thighs a silver crown of hair framed her pussy. Water beaded and slid down the curves of her abdomen, over the powerful lines of her hips, making her dark skin gleam like polished gold under the soft illumination.

Seraphina, the Chamberlain, was settled to Renard’s right.

She stayed still with quiet grace, her expression calm and faintly melancholic.

Everything about her looked carved by a careful hand—full hips, a narrow waist, breasts of moderate size that sat high and firm, the nipples a soft pink and already slightly peaked from the contrast of heat and cooler air.

Her skin was fair and flawless, almost luminous against the darker stone of the spring. Long pale-blonde hair spilled down her back in a continuous waterfall of silk, the ends floating on the surface of the water.

Her eyes, a clear crystal blue, remained half-lidded and distant, as though part of her attention stayed somewhere far away.

***

Benjamin had been caught red-handed only moments earlier, the deliberate insult toward the human king still hanging in the air.

The second Renard’s presence registered, Benjamin comically scrambled, water splashing as he hid behind Sara’s frame.

His hands came around her waist from behind, fingers pressing into the firm muscle of her abdomen as he used her body like a living shield.

***

"H... Huh?! You have slept with Benjamin?!" Sara’s voice rose almost to a shriek.

Her green eyes went wide with disbelief, her head snapping toward the man currently pressed against her back.

The sudden turn made her full breasts shift and sway heavily, water cascading off the undersides and down the deep line of her cleavage.

"She raped me," Benjamin muttered from the safety of his Amazon fortress, both arms still wrapped around Sara from behind.

His chest was flush against the strong plane of her back, the heat of her skin bleeding through the thin layer of water between them.

[Yabai... I completely forgot to tell Sara about what happened in the Neutral Glades, CH 19 or so. Now it looks like I’ve been deliberately keeping things from her.]

The thought flashes through Benjamin’s mind even as his mouth continued the verbal sparring with Izra over the finer points of rape and consent.

The argument stretched on, voices rising and falling across the steam, but Benjamin’s attention was already sliding sideways.

He could feel the faint tension in Sara’s body—the way her shoulders had tightened, the subtle drop in the set of her mouth.

The idea that she might feel somehow diminished by Izra’s claim settled uncomfortably in his chest.

Without giving himself time to second-guess, he decided to do something about it immediately.

A stiff, hot length of flesh pressed suddenly against the cleft of Sara’s ass under the water.

The blunt head nudged between the firm cheeks, the penis thick and already fully hard, trapped against her skin by the angle of their bodies.

[Eh...?] Sara’s cheeks flooded with color. Her eyes widened a fraction more, the green irises darkening as the reality of what was happening registered. [R-Right here...?]

[Don’t worry] Benjamin answered her telepathically, the mental voice steady even as his hips gave the smallest experimental grind.

The motion dragged the underside of his cock along the soft skin of her ass, leaving a faint smear of precum that the water immediately diluted. [I’m using my ability to warp their perception. As long as we don’t move around too much, it’ll look like we’re just sitting here quietly.]

Sara’s gaze flicked toward Seraphina.

The blonde woman sat expressionlessly beside Renard, her crystal-blue eyes half-lidded, her posture perfect and still.

[Goodness, Benjamin... And you were so surprised about my sudden appearance here. Yet you harbor such a law-defying ability. Even Seraphina seems to be thrown off.]

[Hm. I think she isn’t really herself right now. Something’s bothering her. But keeping their perception locked out is difficult. It feels like staring straight into the sun, or trying to sleep naked in the middle of a hot desert. I can handle a few painful moments, but I can’t hold the focus forever.]

Sara gave the smallest nod, the movement so controlled that it registered as nothing more than a shift of posture to any watching eyes.

While she continued to face the rest of the group, her right hand slipped behind her back under the water’s surface.

Long, strong fingers found the thick cock pressed against her and closed around it with deliberate care.

She began to stroke.

The first slow pull of her hand dragged the skin of his cock upward, the sensitive ridge catching against the calloused pads of her fingers.

Then she pushed back down, her grip firm enough to compress the hard flesh, her thumb sweeping across the wet slit at the tip and smearing the bead of precum that had gathered there.

The water made every movement slicker and hotter. Each stroke produced a soft, wet sound that the bubbling of the spring and the ongoing conversation neatly covered.

Benjamin’s breath stuttered in his throat. He forced his voice to remain even as he continued answering Izra’s pointed remarks, but the effort cost him.

His eyes threatened to roll back with every upward drag of Sara’s hand. Heat flooded his face until the tips of his ears burned.

The Imaginary Barrier held—projecting the image of a man simply sitting close behind his Amazon companion—but the real Benjamin was coming apart under the secret attention.

Sara worked him with focused precision. Her fingers traced the thick vein that ran along the underside, pressing just hard enough to make his hips twitch.

She twisted her wrist on the upstroke so that her palm dragged across the sensitive head, then tightened on the downstroke until the pressure seemed too much.

Every few passes she paused to cup his balls, rolling the tight sac in her palm, feeling them draw upward as pleasure coiled harder at the base of his spine.

Steam rose around them in thick white veils. The heat of the water made every nerve ending more sensitive.

Benjamin’s cock throbbed heavily in Sara’s grip, the penis swelling further, the head turning a deeper shade of flushed red that only she could feel.

Precum leaked in steady pulses now, coating her fingers and making the next stroke even smoother.

She used it, spreading the slickness down the full length, pumping him with a steady, relentless rhythm that never quite allowed him to catch his breath.

His mental voice cracked once. [Sara—]

She only tightened her fist in answer, the long fingers overlapping slightly around his dick as she stroked from root to tip again and again.

The dual sensation of hot water and hotter flesh, the risk of discovery, the forced necessity of keeping his face composed—everything stacked until Benjamin’s thighs trembled under the surface.

His hands on Sara’s waist flexed hard enough to leave faint marks.

The Imaginary Barrier flickered at the edges of his concentration, but he held it, jaw tight, eyes half-lidded in a way that still registered as casual attention to the conversation.

Sara’s strokes grew just a fraction faster, the wet sound of her hand moving over him slightly louder, still masked by the spring.

She could feel the way his cock kicked against her palm, the way the head flared thicker every time her thumb swept across it.

Benjamin’s breathing had gone shallow and controlled only by sheer force of will.

His face remained carefully neutral under the perception warping, but the real flush across his cheeks was deep, the muscles in his abdomen jumping with every clever twist of her wrist.

She kept going—slow, deliberate, devastatingly thorough—while the others continued speaking only a few feet away, completely unaware of the thick, hard cock being stroked to the edge beneath the steaming water.