I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 21 Part 2

The blade was sharp, but the wielder lacked the strength to drive it deep. It only penetrated about a third of the way into the man’s flesh before stopping.

If Eve had been stronger, she could have driven it in deeper, making it more convincing. He could see the tension in her jaw, the way her muscles were clenched, the unshed tears welling up in her hazel eyes.

The sunlight reflected in those eyes, in the teardrops clinging to her lashes, making them sparkle like jewels. Castel, involuntarily, raised a hand to her cheek.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over him. He gasped, stumbling back, and fell to his knees.

“Ugh…”

“What…?”

Edward, who had been observing them from a distance, immediately ordered his knights, “Sir Castel has been attacked! Disarm the perpetrator and subdue her!”

Several knights rushed forward, flanking Castel and supporting him while others grabbed Eve’s arms, twisting them behind her back and restraining her.

Eve struggled, her face contorted in panic, then her eyes widened in horror as she saw the knights pushing the dagger deeper into Castel’s stomach.

“What are you doing?!”

“I told you, I do not keep disobedient dogs.”

Edward, who had approached them, gently stroked Castel’s head, who had begun to cough up blood.

“It’s a potent poison. You’ll lose consciousness within minutes. You betrayed me, but in consideration of your past loyalty, I will grant you a swift death.”

“Your… Majesty…”

“…I’m getting tired of this. Imprison the criminal who harmed a Royal Guard. I will personally conduct the interrogation.”

“Let go of me! Let go! You lied! You promised! Let me go!”

“Freedom is one thing, crime is another, my love.”

“You…! You despicable wretch! You liar! You treacherous bastard!”

Edward chuckled, amused by the woman’s insults directed towards her supposed master. The knights glared at her, their hands twitching as if wanting to slap her and silence her.

“Take her away.”

Edward’s eyes, watching his longtime friend succ*mbing to the poison, were as cold as ice. The woman’s desperate screams faded into the distance.

“…Ah, f*ck.”

The room was dark, the sun yet to rise. Eve sat up, her upper body aching, and confirmed that she wasn’t in the damp, gloomy dungeon.

“What a sh*tty way to start the weekend.”

Her temples throbbed, a familiar ache brought on by stress. It had been a while since she felt a surge of anger towards the men, but whenever she relived those old memories in her dreams, she felt an overwhelming urge to lash out, to break something. 

“Inner peace… Inner peace…”

“Hmm…” 

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?”

Eve patted Castel’s forehead, who was slowly opening his eyes. He blinked a few times, his expression still clouded with sleep, then looked up at her and smiled faintly.

‘Goodness. How cute.’

Eve chuckled and leaned down, planting a few kisses on his cheek.

“What time is it?”

“You can sleep more. The sun’s not even up yet.”

Castel’s voice was raspy, his throat hoarse from sleep. Even that short question seemed to have taken a toll on him, as he started coughing. Eve slipped out of bed.

She poured him a gla$s of water from the bottle on the small nightstand beside the bed and returned.

Castel sat up, accepting the glass from her. Eve watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down the water. When he handed her the empty glass, she smiled.

“Want more?”

“No, thank you.”

Eve nodded, took a sip of water herself, and returned to bed. 

“You’re off duty today, right?”

“Yes.” 

“Lucky you. I have to go in for a bit this morning to finish some paperwork. Ugh, I don’t want to go to work.” 

“…Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. People are already suspicious, saying we’re dating or whatever. Imagine if the captain… no, he’s retired now, so, the marquis… caught you helping me with work while you’re off duty. We’d have to get married that same day.”

Castel thought of his father, who had recently taken a keen interest in his eldest son’s love life. ‘So that’s why,’ he thought.

“…I…” 

“Ahh, it wouldn’t be a problem for you, but if I were to wear a wedding ring, I’d have half the men in Grand Plumen throwing themselves at me.”

Eve, with a bored expression, muttered something incomprehensible about ‘agape,’ then turned towards Castel, rolling onto her side, and gently ran her hand across his chest. 

“Since we’re both up early, want to go for a round?”

“Ah… That…”

“Let’s see… It’s not even five yet. We have an hour. Plenty of time to get clean afterward.”

“That… Dame… No, Eve…” 

“Oh, that reminds me. I promised to let you put it in if you were good last night, but you passed out early.”

“I… I have to… go to work.”

“I’m the one going to work, so why are you making such a fuss? You were so cute, crying last night, so I’ll let you put it in as a reward.”

Eve straddled his waist. Her calloused fingers, rough from years of wielding a sword, traced the contours of his sculpted abs.

She deliberately brushed against the area near where she had stabbed him in her dream, causing Castel to blush and grab her wrist.

“Ah… Can you… touch somewhere else?”

“…Heh.”

Eve chuckled mischievously and lowered her head, licking a stripe up his chest with her tongue. Castel let out a soft sigh as her hand, cupping his pecs, kneaded the muscles beneath.

‘These aren’t even pecs anymore, they’re practically br*asts. Maybe he could even breastfeed if we have a kid.’

Eve thought nonchalantly, knowing full well that he would be horrified if he heard her thoughts. She then gently nibbled on his erect n*pple.

“Haa… hngh!”

She swirled her tongue around his nipple, sucking on it, and felt the muscles beneath her clench.

With her free hand, she pinched and rolled his other nipple, applying pressure. She hid a smile, feeling his frantic movements as he whimpered, his hands reaching for her thighs, clearly ar*used by her minimal touches.

Castel was extremely sensitive, both front and back. Eve tied his hands to the headboard, straddled him, and gave him strict instructions to stay still. As she lowered herself, taking his hard c*ck inside her, he panted, his eyes pleading, like a dog presented with a juicy steak.

Castel’s hips twitched involuntarily, his body wanting to move, but he obeyed her command, staying still. She could feel the heat emanating from between his legs, but what truly aroused her was the sight of him, clenching his jaw, submitting to her every word—a well-trained, obedient man.

Eve didn’t particularly enjoy penetration, but Castel’s frustrated expression, his body tense with anticipation after her teasing, was enough to get her aroused. She deliberately moved her hips slowly, teasingly, prompting him to beg, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Eve… Please…”

“Please?”

“Move… hng… please… move.”

“I am moving.”

“More… haa… Harder, please.”

“You want me to rub you all messy and sloppy?

“Ah, hng… please…! I can’t…”

Amused by his flushed face, his expression a mixture of pain and pl*asure, Eve quickened her pace, bringing him to a cl*max. She then quickly got off the bed and rummaged through a cabinet. When she returned, she was holding the Mark 3 neural connection adult toy.

Castel, who was still catching his breath after his org*sm, his body limp, paled and shook his head at the sight of the forearm-length toy, covered in ridges and bumps.

“That’s… That’s too big.” 

“Hahaha, it’s alright. You’re off duty today.” 

“That’s not the…”

“Good boy. Now, be a good boy and spread your legs.”

“Hng… but… it… it won’t fit.”

“Ha… You’re making me so h*rny. Don’t worry, it will fit. Just trust me.”

Eve smiled reassuringly and slipped a hand between his legs, gently stroking his swollen entrance, which was red and sensitive from last night’s play.

His sphincter, already loose from the previous night’s activities, regained its flexibility after a few strokes. Eve, after thoroughly preparing him with her fingers, poured a generous amount of lubricant onto her hand and reached between his legs.

With a flushed face, she aligned the toy, its ridged surface glistening with lubricant, with his entrance and pushed it in.

The rounded tip slid past his tight ring of muscle. Eve, thanks to the neural link connected to the toy, could vividly feel the bumps and ridges catching on his sensitive flesh, forcing their way in. 

“Haa… This is driving me crazy…”

As Eve slowly moved her hips, the toy slid back out, scraping against his sensitive inner walls. It felt as if his insides were clinging to the textured surface, threatening to be pulled out along with the toy.

Castel’s head thrashed back, his thighs spasming with each thrust. Excited by his reactions, Eve relentlessly pounded into him, driving the toy deep, ignoring his whimpers and pleas for mercy.

Eve chuckled as his lower abdomen visibly distended with each thrust, the large toy stretching him to his limit. She slowly pressed her palm against the bulging flesh, savoring the sight.

“Huu… Khh…! Khh… ahh… ahn…!”

“Haa… Breathe, Cas.”

“Uh, hng… Haa… eut…! Ahh…! Ahh… haa…!” 

“He can’t even hear me.”

Eve playfully slapped his face a couple of times. His eyes were rolled back, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure. She grabbed his chin, forcing his mouth open, and kissed him deeply. 

The moment of climax arrived. Eve, feeling his insides clenching tightly around the toy, smiled tenderly and pressed a hand against his neck, pinning him down as she drove the d*ldo deep, burying it all the way to his rectum. He cried out, a long, drawn-out moan, like a wounded animal, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed onto his stomach.