The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World

Chapter 633- Wonderful Performance (4)

Reinhardt drove harder, faster, each thrust entering deep within Melissa and hitting her deepest erogenous spot.

Soon, her body began to convulse. Her climax was approaching with every thrust and slap of their flesh.

Then, when it was imminent, she bit her lip hard to keep herself from crying out.

Melissa’s orgasm hit like a violent shower. Her body froze, and her back arched against Reinhardt’s arm. Her vaginal muscles spasmed around him, in a tight, pulsating grip as she squirted.

Love nectar dripped down from their connected area.

Reinhardt felt her climax and also reached his own peak. His thrusts became frantic, and with one last push, he buried himself as deep as he could, and held there, as his own release erupted inside her, hot and copious.

The two froze in their interlocked position, feeling the aftermath of the pleasure.

On the screen, the movie also came to an end. Slow music played out, and lighting returned.

"A wonderful performance! It was such a nice movie," Boulevard sighed, moved by the artistry.

With the movie over, he turned towards Melissa seating in front.

At this moment, he heard some wet gagging noise and saw her covering her mouth and face contorted.

Did she like the movie that much? There were also slight tears at the edges of her eyes.

Due to the positioning of the seating, he was unable to see what was going on with Melissa, waist down.

Before he could think further, two words ’The End’ appeared on the screen and everyone started applauding.

It was thunderous and resounded all across the theatre.

On the front seats of the VIP room, Melissa was still joined to Reinhardt from the waist down. His cock was still buried deep inside her; the thick, hot length was like a physical reminder of the shared, thrilling time they just had.

Hidden by the fabric of her gown, a warm milky trickle slid down the inside of her thighs. Reinhardt’s semen was already leaking down her pussy.

The air in the box was absolutely lewd, thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and spilled wine.

The wine scent was from the glass Eleanor had discreetly knocked over earlier to create a plausible excuse.

Marquis Boulevard walked towards the front row. With the lights turning on, he could now see everything.

He looked at his wife, Melissa, who was still seated beside Reinhardt, and spoke. "What a tragic end. Lady Eleanor’s sacrifice in the end was really shocking".

Melissa nodded, wearing a mask of composure. But beneath that mask, her body was trembling from the afterglow.

Reinhardt’s erection, long and hard, still remained buried deep inside her. She could feel every pulse and twitch of his cock, as they released warm seeds deep inside her womb.

The lights were on, and Boulevard was standing right near them.

Melissa knew that they needed to disengage, to stand and hide the evidence. But moving now, with Boulevard’s eyes upon them, was fraught with risk.

Seating closely next to her, Reinhardt shifted slightly. He wanted to slowly pull out and distance himself from her before Boulevard got suspicious.

However, as he slowly withdrew himself in a slow, careful slide, Melissa felt him. The risky situation and the fact that they just finished having sex a few seconds ago made her body highly sensitive.

Her body reacted instinctively, clenching and tightening around him.

The sensation was exquisite, like an involuntary squeeze that made Reinhardt almost groan. As for Melissa, she was unable to hold down her voice.

"Aaang~".

The slight sound drew Boulevard’s attention. He looked directly at them now, his mild, anxious eyes scanning their faces.

Melissa’s cheeks looked flushed. There was a deep, rosy pink that spread down her neck. Her lips were slightly swollen, parted as she breathed in shallow, quick breaths.

Her chest heaved, the fabric of her gown straining against the full curves of her breasts, the peaks of her nipples visibly hard against the material.

She looked... radiant, vibrant even. Glowing with a vitality that seemed more intense than simply watching a movie.

The moment Melissa moaned, Reinhardt halted his movements. His cock was half out and halfway trapped by her sudden contraction and by Boulevard’s gaze.

He stayed like this for a while to not cause any suspicions.

Melissa joined with him, relaxed her body, and tried to let him slip free. But another wave of aftershock pleasure rippled through her insides, and she tightened again.

The quivering and the squirming of her pussy made Reinhardt’s cock twitch. His body reacted instinctively and thrusted deep inside her.

His cock was now buried inside her once again, and another volley of warm semen was deposited inside Melissa’s womb, joining the pool already inside her.

Spuurtt..., Sprrttt...♥♥ The wet and lewd noise caused Boulevard to frown slightly.

"It’s the heat, dear." Melissa managed to somehow stifle her moans and spoke. "The theatre is quite warm."

She attempted to relax her body and for Reinhardt to slip out. This time, she succeeded. He slid free with a wet, soft pop.

Now unplugged, a fresh trickle of his cum seeped down her inner thigh. What’s more, as Reinhardt fully withdrew, the sudden emptiness, the sight of her flushed, beautiful face, the scent of their coupling, all triggered a final, residual eruption.

[Endless Ardor] came into play as a jet of semen spilled from him onto the plush velvet of the seat between them. It landed with a quiet, wet sound.

Boulevard’s eyes darted to the spot and saw the glistening patch.

"Hm? Why is the seat wet? Did you spill your drinks?"

He slowly stepped forward. Any closer and he would be able to see the full scene happening behind the seats.

However, before he could step forward, Eleanor intervened. She gracefully stood up and walked up to Boulevard.

As the star of the movie he just watched, she looked even more glamorous from up close.

"Lord Marquis, I heard you comment on something about the end? Did you not like the conclusion?"