The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 630- Wonderful Performance

On his reminder, Melissa finally realised she had made an oversight. She bit her thumb and contemplated for a while before coming up with a solution.

Eleanor was her friend, and she had already promised her to be present there.

"It’s fine, I will just bring him to the theatre. As a noble, he is quite fond of the arts".

Reinhardt considered it and nodded his head. In any case, there were lots of seats available.

"In that case, invite him".

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That evening, the air in Snowpoint City was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and early summer.

The Grand Snowpoint Theatre was a marvel of architecture, a towering structure of white marble and glittering glass that dominated the city’s cultural district.

The inside of the theatre was already brimming with the excitement of the nobles, commoners, knights and people of all walks of life.

Melissa, dressed in an elegant gown of deep blue that hugged her curves, guided Marquis Boulevard through the bustling lobby.

"This is a magnificent venue". Boulevard remarked, appreciating the state of the art craftsmanship and design of the building.

"There are lots of people lining up to enter".

"Eleanor is a genius in her craft. Many of the people here came from other cities just to watch her movie premiere".

Melissa replied and led him up a sweeping staircase to the VIP level, where private boxes overlooked the stage.

She opened the door to one where Reinhardt was already waiting.

Inside the vip room, the space was opulent with plush chairs, a small serving table with chilled wine, and a perfect, unobstructed view of the stage.

Reinhardt stood near the front; his tall, muscular frame was noticeable from anywhere.

Beside him, radiant in a silver dress that seemed to be woven from moonlight itself, was Eleanor. The dress clung to her lithe, graceful figure, highlighting pert breasts and long, slender legs. Her smile was warm and beautiful.

When Boulevard noticed the two, the two also noticed him.

"Marquis Boulevard," Reinhardt greeted, his appearance as charming as ever. "Welcome."

Boulevard bowed slightly. "Lord Reinhardt. Thank you for the invitation."

His gaze then shifted to Eleanor, and his mild anxiety melted into genuine admiration. "Lady Eleanor. I am a great admirer of your work. The Flame of Aethelred was a masterpiece."

Eleanor smiled radiantly. "You are too kind, Marquis. I hope tonight’s premiere meets your expectations."

Her eyes then shifted toward Melissa, and a silent, knowing glance was exchanged between the two friends.

Eleanor was one of the people who knew all about Reinhardt’s debauched adventures. As such, seeing Boulevard, she was only slightly surprised and then understood everything.

Once everyone was seated, the movie began shortly.

Reinhardt sat on the central chair, and Eleanor sat on his right.

Boulevard took the seat behind them on the left and expected Melissa to sit beside him. However, to his surprise, she sat on Reinhardt’s left.

Thoug he didn’t get to think too deeply as the movie started.

From Marquis Boulevard’s viewpoint, although his view of the stage was still perfect, his view of his wife and Reinhardt was partially obscured by the room’s arrangement.

Soon, the light dimmed, and pictures started moving on the screen.

Eleanor’s performance, her agony, life and the ups and down kept the audience on their seats.

On screen, knights clashed, skills flared and heart wrenching dialogues were made.

Boulevard was engrossed, his eyes fixed on the spectacle. The sound, the visuals, the sheer scale of the production, it commanded his attention.

Separate from the spectacle on the screen, a different drama was currently unfolding in the dim lighting of the vip room.

Reinhardt’s hand, resting on his own thigh, shifted towards Melissa. It found her bare knees, beneath her gown.

Then from there, his fingers traced a slow path up to her inner thigh. Just this afternoon, she teased him during his work. This was his payback.

Feeling his touch, Melissa’s breath hitched ever so softly. She didn’t look at him and continued to keep her gaze fixed on the screen.

Though her body was much more honest. When his fingers climbed higher, teasing, until they brushed against the silk of her underwear, they opened up subtly.

Melissa shifted, parting her legs just enough to grant him access. Using this chance, his fingertips slipped beneath the fabric and found her warm, already wet pussy.

Next, he teased her folds with a slow, circular motion that made Melissa bite her lips.

Outwardly, her face was a mask of cinematic appreciation. On screen, a young knight, Kevin was fighting against a group of bandits.

In his seat, Boulevard was fully absorbed in the movie.

Underneath Melissa’s gown, Reinhardt’s hand became bolder. He inserted his index finger inside her pussy, causing Melissa’s hips to shudder.

A soft moan leaked out of her mouth that blended with the soundtrack.

Reinhardt slowly worked his finger inside her, bringing out beautiful moans from her. He then added another finger, sliding them deeper, feeling her inner muscles grip him tightly.

Sitting to his right, Eleanor could see everything that was happening. However, she did not interrupt their ministrations and simply leaned towards Reinhardt, her head resting comfortably on his shoulders. She grabbed one of his arms and held it close to her bosom.

Reinhardt was revelling in two kinds of emotions. Melissa, wanton and sensual and Eleanor’s sweet, pure love.

On screen, Kevin was joined by his teammates and with the power of friendship, they defeated the large group of bandits.

Boulevard leaned against his seat and appreciated the art.

Under the covert, relentless stimulation, Melissa was brought to the peak of her climax.

"Mmmff... Nnng...♥" She tried to muffle her moans but couldn’t stop them completely.

Reinhardt’s fingers knew her body perfectly. The spot inside that was her most erogenous region. The way he gently pressed her clit. It almost made her squirt several times.

Unwittingly, Melissa pressed her thighs together around his hand, feeling the friction and silently begging for more.

Sensing this, Reinhardt swiftly removed his hands, leaving her trembling and wanting for more.