Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 89: A strange neighbour

Chapter 89: A strange neighbour

Rex clenched his jaw as he looked down at the bulge in his pants.

A wave of disgust and frustration crashed over him.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Gnashing his teeth, he tried to will it away, but no matter how hard he focused, it just wouldn’t go down.

His hands balled into fists at his sides.

’This is ridiculous.’ He thought, gnashing his teeth.

With a deep breath, he turned on his heels and stormed away from the door, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions.

He needed to get out of here.

He needed to clear all these strange thoughts from his mind.

As he walked away, Cynthia shot him a brief glance before shaking her head and disappearing back into her room.

Lela, however, hesitated.

She stood by the doorway, her fingers tightening around the wooden frame as her gaze flickered back toward Liam’s door.

Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her cheeks flushed with heat.

Her mind kept replaying the scene over and over again—Rex’s frustration, the reinforced door, and most importantly...

The reason why it was reinforced.

’Liam... he’s surely in there with Emma.’ She thought, sensually biting her lips.

Lela swallowed hard, her thighs clenching together.

She didn’t need to hear what was happening inside to know.

The mere thought of it made her heartbeat quicken, and before she realized it, a faint warmth trickled down her legs.

She bit her lip, shifting uncomfortably.

’It should have been me... why couldn’t he come to me first?’ She thought, gripping the doorframe tighter.

The emotions swirling within her were a dangerous mix of frustration and envy, but before she could dwell on them any longer, a sound in the hallway caught her attention.

A faint creak.

Her eyes darted toward the shadows.

For a moment, she thought she saw movement.

But when she blinked, it was gone.

With a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, finally retreating back into her room.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the hallway...

A man lingered in the shadows, partially hidden behind the slightly opened door of his room.

His gaze wasn’t on Liam’s door.

Nor was it on Lela.

His sharp eyes were locked on Rex.

Watching him.

Studying him.

A sinister smirk curled at the edges of his lips.

"I only came here to rest for a bit... I didn’t think I’d meet Rex Silvagold." He muttered, running his long tongue all over his lips.

His eyes glinted with an eerie light.

The others in the inn might not recognize Rex, but he did.

There was no mistaking the son of the Knight King.

Even if he were blind, he’d still recognize that arrogant stance.

So, he’s really here...

The funniest part?

Rex wasn’t even properly guarded.

No knights. No escorts. No elite protectors shadowing his every step.

It was as if the gods themselves had delivered him on a silver platter.

He chuckled under his breath, closing his door slightly to avoid suspicion.

’No one will find out, no one can find out.’ He mumbled inwardly.

A dark, twisted amusement settled in his chest as he thought back to a certain someone.

"You lied, Eva." He muttered, the smirk on his face deepening.

She had insisted that no Silvagold was here.

That the church wasn’t involved.

But standing here, watching the son of the most powerful knight in the kingdom casually walking through a rundown inn...

It was obvious she had lied.

And she thought he wouldn’t notice?

How laughable.

The church was surely involved in this mission, and Eva had deliberately kept it from him.

That meant only one thing... treason!

She had committed treason, and needed to be punished for her lies.

A surge of anticipation filled his veins.

If he captured Rex Silvagold, the boss would surely reward him.

And Eva?

She would be exposed for her lies.

Her position? Gone.

Her credibility? Shattered.

And in the chaos that followed, he would take her place.

His fingers twitched in excitement at the thought.

His lips parted, a breathless laugh spilling out as his shoulders shook.

"To think I’d be so lucky," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement.

He dragged a hand down his face, his eyes twinkling with a dark, eerie light.

The pieces were aligning perfectly.

All he had to do...

Was wait.

*

The next morning...

A soft groan escaped Emma’s lips as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the haze of sleep.

The ceiling above her was slightly unfamiliar, making her stiffen for a brief second.

But then, as her mind cleared, realization dawned.

She remembered she came to Liam’s room the previous night, and then...

Her cheeks immediately turned red as memories of the previous night rushed in all at once.

The way he had taken her, over and over again, without mercy.

His hands gripping her tightly.

The sound of his voice, low and teasing, whispering sinful things into her ears, kept replaying in her mind.

Her body trembled just thinking about it.

She had lost count of how many times she came from his assault on her little sister.

Even now, a deep soreness lingered between her legs, a constant reminder of what they had done.

She buried her face into the pillow, wanting to disappear.

How was she supposed to face him after everything that happened?!

"Looks who’s just waking up."

A deep, familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Her breath hitched.

Slowly, she turned her head, peeking through her tousled red hair.

Liam sat at the edge of the bed, his red eyes gleaming with amusement.

He was shirtless, his toned muscles catching the dim morning light, and his expression was as confident as ever.

Emma immediately looked away, her face heating up even more.

She could still hear the things she had moaned last night.

’Does he now think of me as a shameless woman?’ She thought, gnashing her teeth.

Would he still see her as the proud and dignified noble lady she was supposed to be?

Or did he now think of her as... a slut?

The thought made her grip the sheets tighter.

"You’re still shy."

Liam’s voice was filled with amusement as he leaned back slightly.

Emma swallowed hard.

Slowly, she forced herself to look at him again.

His expression hadn’t changed.

There was no judgment in his eyes.

Just warmth... and complete admiration for her.

"G-Good morning," She mumbled, clutching the sheets closer to her chest.

She then realised she was still completely naked underneath them, and her blush deepened.

Liam chuckled. "You’re really cute, you know that?"

Emma bit her lip.

She wanted to say something—anything—but her words got stuck in her throat.

That was when she finally noticed the small tray in his hands.

It was filled with neatly stacked brown biscuits.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

"...Where did you get those?" She asked hesitantly.

"The innkeeper had them downstairs. Figured you’d be hungry after last night," Liam said, smirking slightly.

Emma’s face burned.

He made it sound like... like they had just finished some intense training.

Which, well... wasn’t exactly wrong.

Liam picked up one of the biscuits and held it up to her lips. "Here. Try it."

Emma hesitated.

But after a moment, she slowly opened her mouth.

Liam placed the biscuit between her lips, his fingers briefly brushing against them.

A soft gasp left her as she took a bite.

The moment the flavors burst in her mouth, her eyes widened slightly.

"It’s... delicious," She mumbled, chewing slowly.

Liam smirked. "Told you."

He leaned back slightly, watching her with an amused look.

"Anyway, we should get ready," He said after a moment. "The others are already up. We’re the ones delaying them."

Emma froze.

The others were already awake?!

Her entire face turned red.

What if they knew?

What if they had heard something?

As a Silvagold, she was supposed to be a role model for the others!

Yet here she was, waking up late because she had spent the entire night being—

She immediately shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away.

No, no, no!

It wasn’t her fault!

It was his fault!

The fault of the charming demon in front of her who had ruthlessly plowed her until she could barely move!

Liam chuckled. "You’re thinking something funny, aren’t you?"

Emma refused to answer.

Instead, she quickly stood up from the bed, wrapping the sheet tightly around herself before heading toward the bathroom.

She could feel Liam’s eyes on her the entire time.

Her legs still felt weak, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself steady.

Liam let out a low chuckle behind her. "You’re walking funny."

"Or perhaps, do you need my ’help’ in the bathroom?" He mumbled, flashing a teasing smirk at her.

He wanted nothing more than to devour her again, especially after seeing the cute expression on her face.

But he decided now wasn’t the right time, as he still had to give her sometime to sort out her thoughts.

Emma’s gaze briefly met him, but she quickly turned her head away, slamming the bathroom door shut behind her.

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