Chapter 564: Erotic Version—the Path of Public Sex: Ahegao

And Renard continued speaking, still unaware. The barrier held, warping every visible detail so that the huddled angle of their bodies registered as nothing unusual:

"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, eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the odd, closely pressed angle of Benjamin and Sara’s bodies in the thick steam.

They were both blushing furiously, the deep flush spreading from their cheeks down their necks and across the upper slopes of their chests.

Their bodies remained pressed tightly together in a way that suggested far more than casual proximity. Their breathing came uneven and shallow, each inhale short and controlled, each exhale trembling with the effort of restraint.

While the true reality of Sara’s widely spread legs and the raw, erotic slackness of her expression stayed sealed behind the barrier, Benjamin’s concentration had begun to fray.

Reality was slowly becoming clearer to anyone who looked too long or too carefully.

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

His eyes darted away guiltily, unable to hold Renard’s gaze for more than a fleeting second.

While he spoke the hurried denial, he stilled the hand that had been working between Sara’s thighs.

The sudden absence of motion drew an immediate reaction. Sara pouted, the expression fleeting but clear, and shot him a heated side-eye.

Then she began to move her hips with deliberate, purposeful intent. The soft, heavy cheeks of her ass rolled against him in slow, insistent circles, grinding the thick form of his cock between them.

Before Benjamin could stop her or pull away, it happened.

The soft, fleshy entrance of her pussy kissed the swollen head of his cock. The heat of her was immediate and overwhelming—hotter than the surrounding spring water, slick and yielding.

She sank down in one continuous, deliberate motion. Thick, bumpy ridges of inner flesh parted around the blunt head, then closed in a tight, rhythmic suction that dragged along every inch of his penis as she took him deeper.

The walls fluttered and clenched in waves, pulling him inside with a wet, living grip until her ass settled fully against his thighs and he was buried to the root, completely sheathed.

The sudden, complete engulfment tore the last of his control away. Benjamin’s cock pulsed hard inside her. Thick, heavy ropes of semen flooded her in rhythmic spurts, painting her inner walls and flooding against the soft barrier of her cervix.

The hot rush of his climax triggered Sara’s own at once. Her pussy clamped down in powerful, milking waves, squeezing and releasing around the spurting length while her entire body shuddered against him.

Seriously aroused now, the aftershocks still rolling through him, Benjamin began to move.

He gripped her hips firmly and drove upward, slamming into the still-clenching heat of her. The pace climbed steadily with every second. His cock dragged out nearly to the tip, the thick penis glistening, then drove back in with sharp, precise force, spreading her open again and again.

The barrier managed to hold, mercifully muting the wet, rhythmic sound of their joining and the disturbance of the water around them. Without it, the continuous, lewd squelch of sex would have carried clearly even above the surface of the spring.

Benjamin’s cock pistoned in and out of Sara’s pussy with relentless accuracy. The blunt head battered the soft, sensitive spots along her front wall that made her thighs jump and her breath hitch.

She melted under the onslaught, her strong Amazon body going pliant and heavy, hanging on to consciousness only by the thinnest remaining thread.

Uncharacteristic of her usual composure, Sara’s face contorted in extreme, mindless pleasure. Her mouth fell open in a wide, silent "O," her tongue resting heavily against her lower lip and beginning to loll.

Her eyes rolled upward until only a thin crescent of green remained visible beneath the fluttering lids. Thick strands of saliva spilled freely from the corner of her open mouth and trailed down her chin in glistening lines.

The full ahegao expression—raw, abandoned, completely lost to sensation—only drove Benjamin harder.

He hooked one of her strong legs and lifted it high, spreading her further open.

The position made the stretched, glistening entrance of her pussy more visible to anyone in the spring, the thick shaft of his cock visibly disappearing into her on every thrust, yet the barrier continued to hold the true image at bay.

With her leg raised, her folds were pulled taut around him. Her clit throbbed and twitched openly with every impact, swollen and exposed.

Benjamin’s balls slapped wetly against the soaked flesh of her entrance on every upward drive, the soft, rhythmic impact swallowed by the magic.

Sara’s heavy breasts bounced and bobbed with the force of each slam, the soft, dense flesh rippling and swaying heavily. Benjamin’s cock drove deep enough to kiss her cervix on every stroke, the blunt pressure drawing fresh, full-body shudders from her.

More saliva dripped freely from her slack lips as her awareness frayed further, her emerald eyes half-lidded and unfocused.

Benjamin’s own focus was crumbling rapidly under the dual assault of tight, wet heat and the strain of maintaining the barrier. He reached desperately for the System.

[Sys—help me. Keep the barrier steady. Hide us in plain sight without making it look like we’re hiding.]

{...Understood.}

[Why’d you pause at first?!]

Benjamin released her leg.

Sara’s muffled moans began to slip free in soft, broken, helpless sounds. He caught both of her arms and drew them firmly back, forcing her torso to tip forward.

The new angle presented the full, shapely curve of her ass.

And he drove into the squelching heat of her pussy again, harder than before. Each powerful thrust made the soft flesh of her cheeks ripple and tremble from the impact.

The thick penis plunged deep, retreated until only the head remained inside, and plunged again, the wet, clinging grip of her walls never loosening.

"Hah! J-Jokes on you," Benjamin managed, the words broken and stuttering under the relentless rhythm of his hips.

To Renard, his face simply looked strained with effort, the true contortion of building pleasure carefully masked by the barrier. "I n... never got to know my parents much, so I d-d-don’t know what it was like to be raised and disciplined by one! H... Haha!"

He increased his speed to an abnormal level.

What had already been a relentless rhythm became almost brutal. Benjamin’s hips snapped upward in a rapid, punishing blur, the thick length of his cock driving into Sara with such force and frequency that the wet impacts blurred into a continuous percussion.

Tears welled at the corners of Sara’s eyes and spilled freely down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the saliva that still trailed from her slack mouth.

The slapping sounds grew absurdly loud—skin meeting skin in a rapid, lewd cadence that should never have remained hidden.

Sys’s assistance was being stretched to its limit, the barrier strained under the sheer violence of the motion and the violent displacement of water around them.

Benjamin pressed their bodies tightly together, chest sealed to her back, locking her against him as the final climb seized them both at once.

His cock plunged to the hilt one last time and stayed buried.

Thick, heavy ropes of semen flooded her already-filled pussy in powerful, rhythmic jets, painting her walls and pressing against her cervix.

At the exact same instant Sara’s orgasm crashed through her. Her inner muscles clamped down in strong, milking waves, squeezing and releasing around the spurting length while her entire body convulsed hard in his arms.

The shared climax tore through them in overlapping surges of heat, pressure, and helpless trembling.

Renard furrowed his brow in what appeared to be genuine condolence. "No, I think the jokes on you, that you would use such a painful history as a defense. And sorry about that, truly."

"D-Don’t pity me, damnit!" Benjamin raised a fist in sharp annoyance, the gesture forceful even as residual tremors still ran through his muscles.

But the flush on his face deepened further, spreading across his cheeks and down his neck in a deep crimson wave that reached his chest.

His body trembled harder. Every muscle tensed under the overwhelming residual sensation he could no longer fully master.

The careful, precise focus required to maintain the Imaginary Barrier finally collapsed.

Sys had done everything possible, but Benjamin’s concentration had scattered beyond recovery.

"Ah... Ahn~!" The soft, broken moan slipped free from Sara’s throat without any remaining restraint.

Silence fell across the spring.

The entire group stared blankly at Benjamin and Sara. Eyes went wide in pure disbelief. Mouths hung open in stunned, wordless silence. Steam drifted between them, but no one moved.

Sara collapsed forward into the water with a gleeful, utterly spent expression.

Her strong body went limp with satisfaction, limbs loose and heavy, her face wearing a look of pure, unguarded bliss as she sank slightly beneath the surface, still trembling faintly.

Benjamin’s head swung back. His jaw hung slack. His chest rose and fell in deep, ragged heaves as the last aftershocks worked through him.

Izra and Renard in particular looked as though they could not comprehend how the act had been concealed so completely and precisely under their noses for so long.

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