The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 657- Real Training With The Queen (3)

He looked down at her, sprawled on the bench, her body bare and flushed, her sex wet and used. He kissed her on the forehead.

The Queen’s pool like eyes, glazed with satisfaction and beautiful smile bloomed on her. She grabbed his hand and spoke with the authority of a queen.

"I need more lessons". Reinhardt smiled helplessly and then leaned down, kissing her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth as it had claimed her body.

"Very well, the lesson is only just starting".

From this day on, the instructions began to hold a completely different meaning.

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Lying on his bed, the current king of Solaris looked at the ceiling in a daze.

In his mind, the images he had seen that day flashed.

The images of his wife being taken by Reinhardt.

Her body moaning in carnal pleasure under his body.

Their bodies uniting. The indecency of the act.

The king had been plagued by such images for almost a year now.

These images that haunted his dreams made him restless.

At the same time, it made him realize and accept the deepest and darkest desires within his heart.

To make matters worse, even though he hated those desires and images, he couldn’t help but enjoy those very same images. Even to the point of making himself miserable.

Even now, as he tried to sleep, his brain consciously replayed those images. As if knowing his deep desires.

Ever since he made that request to Reinhardt, a gnawing restlessness had been plaguing his heart.

To satisfy his desires, he had installed the recording devices in the training hall.

He convinced himself it was for security. To ensure his wife’s safety.

But the truth, which he dared not voice even in his own mind, was a darker, disgusting curiosity.

He wanted to see the Queen pressed down by Reinhardt again. Heaving and breathing in exhaustion as their bodies lay coiled against each other in passion.

He had seen the transformation. The glow in his wife’s complexion in the past few weeks.

He had also heard the maids whispering about the sweat-damp bold clothes the queen wore during training.

All these provocative evidences fed his imagination further.

However, to his disappointment, devices had failed.

All of them, even the new ones, malfunctioned.

Try as he might, he just could not pry on their training.

This frustration only grew by the day. It made him despair.

The king could see the new vitality. The secret smile that sometimes touched her lips.

But he could not see the cause.

His imagination filled the void. It painted scenes of intense, physical closeness between his wife and Hero Reinhardt.

The fantasies tormented him. Both thrilling and humiliating.

And so, today, driven by a compulsion he could no longer suppress, he had come himself.

What was his purpose?

Of course, he came here to peek at them.

As he slowly drew near, Solaris the Third could already hear some sounds.

The rhythmic thud of feet on stone.

The sharp, punctuated cries of exertion. Reinhardt’s instructions and so on.

As this was a training ground, sounds like these were perfectly normal.

However, to Solaris’s ears, strained by his own fevered thoughts, every cry sounded like a moan.

Even instructions seemed laden with a double meaning.

"Adjust your breathing, relax your body."

"Hold on a little longer, do not release yet."

"Now lift your legs and feel it in your core."

"What... what... what?!! What does that mean? What are they doing?"

His heart pounded so loudly one could almost hear it.

Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, he moved to a narrow, high window. He pressed his face close to peek what was going on inside.

The view wasn’t good. It only offered limited vision of the training hall.

Inside, he saw his wife, the Queen, and Reinhardt practicing swordplay.

Everything looked normal, or so it seemed.

His wife was standing. She was clad in what appeared to be training garments.

A bandeau top and short shorts. Though from his angle he couldn’t see the extent of their revealing nature.

Reinhardt was behind her. He was demonstrating a movement.

His hands were on her hips. They guided her through every movement.

Their bodies were close. Indecently so.

But due to the limited view, he couldn’t make out everything properly.

To him, it looked more or less like a training session.

The flush on his wife’s face could be from effort.

The cries could be from the strain of the exercise.

Seeing this, the king felt a wave of relief. Cool and washing over the heat of his anxiety.

"It was as I thought," he thought to himself.

"There was nothing untoward here. His wife was simply training. Simple and rigorous training."

All those thoughts and fantasies of his were due to those indecent dreams of his.

Solaris the Third was relieved. Though it did not last long.

Soon he felt a sharp, unexpected pang of pain in his heart from what could be called disappointment.

A hollow feeling opened in his stomach.

He had wanted to see something.

His heart wanted those scenes to be true.

He wanted to see his wife blooming under another man.

He wanted a raw glimpse of that night with his very eyes.

Sigh.

Just as he sighed in disappointment, the scene inside the training hall changed.

"Aaang... Aaahn... Uhhnn... t-too fast..."

His wife’s cry became sharper. Fiercer.

A sound that tore through the muffled barrier of the door and window.

It was not a cry of pain. But of something else.

Something intense and overwhelming.

The king immediately pressed his face on the window again. He wanted to peer at what was going on inside.

However, due to the limited view, he couldn’t see everything.

Still, from his limited vision, he could see Reinhardt moving vigorously behind his wife.

His arms gripped her waist.

Their bodies were pressed together. So close they seemed to merge.

His wife’s head was tilted back. Her expression was one of fierce concentration, or perhaps something else.

Reinhardt’s face was near her ear. His mouth was moving. Speaking words Solaris could not hear.

At that moment, the King’s breath stopped.

The mixed feeling of relief and disappointment he felt earlier disappeared in that instant.

The proximity between the two was too intimate.

The energy between them, even through the distorted view, felt charged. Palpable.

The flush on the Queen’s skin. The way she moved her hips.

It didn’t seem like they were training.

What’s more, the face she was making.

It didn’t seem like it was from training. But rather brought by something deeply satisfying.

Also Reinhardt’s gaze, when he looked at his wife, held a heat that seemed to convey hundreds of emotions.

It didn’t look like the gaze of an instructor.

"Is this... training?"

Solaris’s mind whispered. Doubt crept in like a cold vine.

"Or is it something else?"

As he saw the two together, those nefarious and indecent thoughts couldn’t help but flood his mind.

Solaris stood there, peering through the window.

His body was tense. His knuckles were white where they gripped the stone ledge of the window.

He wanted to see.

Would they move?

Were they really doing what he thought they were doing?

Would he see something definitive?

He desperately prayed, no, begged for them to change their position so he could have a better view.

Looking at their moving hips, he seemed certain something was wrong.

However, since the clothes were covering his view, he could not confirm it.

Still, looking at them like this, his own body responded to the tension.

A traitorous strain tightened against the fine fabric of his trousers.

He felt a shameful warmth there. A physical echo of the heat in his dreams.

He watched, frozen, as Reinhardt’s hands slid from her waist and crept upwards.

From her smooth stomach, they moved towards her bandeau.

Then they stopped at the edges. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her underboobs.

The scene, the touch, it was so intimate that it no longer felt like correction but a caress.

Then under the shocked eyes of the king, those fingers moved upwards. They slipped under the bandeau, grabbing those voluptuous mounds they were hiding.

In that same instant, before he could catch the movement with his eyes, he heard the noise of maids drawing near.

This distracted him for a moment. He missed the moment when the truth was about to unveil right in front of him.

A group of maids appeared at the end of the garden path. They carried new clothes, a pitcher of water, and a tray of light refreshments.

Seeing them, Solaris jerked back from the window. His heart lurched in panic.

He could not be found here like this. Appearing as a peeping tom.

He was the King. He needed to maintain his dignity.

Quickly, he stepped away from the window and smoothed his robes. He tried to hide the treacherous erection there and appear composed.