The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 629- Enjoying Melissa & Boulevard’s Arrival (5)

"Hmm, I see. The capital require to carry all of these would be substantial".

Boulevard glanced at her, only perceiving a secretary engrossed in reviewing papers.

"It is, but Her Majesty informed me that all the nations have agreed to pool their resources for the impending expedition".

Melissa’s mouth, now concealed, found Reinhardt’s cock. Her soft lips parted to embrace his heated tip. Then, she opened her mouth wider, drawing the entire length inside.

Once his cock was completely engulfed within her mouth, she commenced moving her tongue. It swirled around the glans, glided along the shaft, and delicately traced the sensitive corona.

Externally, Reinhardt maintained his composure. Although his fingers still gripped the documents he held, clenching them tighter, causing the papers to crease.

The sensation was exquisitely maddening. The warm, wet embrace of her mouth. That cunning and practiced tongue pleasuring him relentlessly, all while Boulevard stood mere feet away, entirely oblivious.

Melissa’s head bobbed rhythmically near Reinhardt’s lap. A movement that, viewed from above, would appear as someone nodding while engrossed in reading.

"Mmmf... Mmmng.. Chuuu...♥"

Melissa shifted her mouth. Her suction was gentle yet persistent, teasing him and steadily guiding him toward the precipice. She also employed her hand to caress the parts her mouth could not reach, allowing him to experience the full extent of her skillful ministrations.

"Kuh!" Reinhardt grunted.

Observing this, Melissa smiled and toyed with his tip using her tongue. Then, she dove again, swallowing the entire length.

The texture of her mouth, the abundant moisture, every aspect felt overwhelmingly delightful.

Melissa, too, was enveloped in a parallel sensation of euphoria. The sheer danger, the outrageous audacity, amplified the pleasure a hundredfold. Every nerve ending was alight, screaming with the illicit thrill.

Melissa was engrossed in oral ministrations to Reinhardt’s cock while her husband sat at the opposite end of the table.

Boulevard, completely unaware of the clandestine activities unfolding beneath the table, placed the transmission device upon the desk.

"I shall entrust this to you. Her Majesty has already registered the frequency of her own transmission device. She instructed me to inform you that she will establish contact later on".

POP... At this precise moment, Melissa withdrew, her lips parting from him with a soft, damp sound.

Straightening her posture, she discreetly wiped her mouth and resumed her pretense of having finished reviewing the document, then spoke.

"The specifications are unambiguous. Every detail has been meticulously planned".

Reinhardt nodded, clearing his throat. "Thank you, Marquis, for undertaking this extensive journey".

Boulevard gestured dismissively. "It was no imposition, Viscount. Moreover, I had alternative objectives in accepting this assignment".

With that declaration, he directed his gaze toward his wife. "Melissa, I acquired this for you".

He produced another transmission device. This one was considerably smaller than the one presented to Reinhardt.

Boulevard indicated the transmission device and explained. "It is synchronized with my device’s frequency. This enables me to summon you, allowing us to maintain contact even across vast distances".

Melissa extended her hand and examined the device. She was not unfamiliar with such an item. Her father had also gifted her one previously when dispatching her to surveil the Divine Paladin.

Speaking of which, she recalled the incident where her cover was blown and she was subsequently granted a chance at redemption by the very individual she had been sent to observe.

Although their initial encounter was fraught with animosity, upon reflection, Melissa felt a profound contentment that their relationship had evolved in its current manner.

"Thank you, dear." Melissa met his gaze and offered a smile.

As she did so, her hand continued its ceaseless activity. Her fingers, slick with saliva, began to stroke him with an urgent cadence.

Reinhardt felt his climax imminent. The precariousness of the situation, Melissa’s expert touch, and the lingering memory of her mouth, all converged, poised to erupt in a white-hot cascade.

Melissa, too, sensed his cock pulsing and intensified her movements. She pressed her thumb against the tip, gently circling around it.

"Melissa, while I wished to linger longer and discuss numerous matters, I must depart tomorrow. Therefore, how about we share dinner this evening...?" Boulevard’s words faltered as he noticed Melissa’s distant gaze and her constantly trembling arm.

"Hm? Melissa, are you quite well?"

"Ah, do not concern yourself, my dear. I was merely stretching my arm. Prolonged periods at the desk can occasionally lead to stiffness in one’s limbs. But let us not dwell on that. You mentioned dinner, correct? That sounds delightful. We can dine after my work concludes."

Melissa adroitly steered the conversation away from the burgeoning suspicion.

Boulevard nodded, accepting her explanation without further question. Then, just before rising from his seat, he turned back towards Melissa.

"In that case, I shall anticipate seeing you this evening. Please excuse me, Viscount Reinhardt."

With that, he stood and prepared to depart.

"Certainly," Melissa responded, her voice as smooth as polished silk. Her hand, however, concealed beneath the table, moved with the relentless urgency of a predator's strike.

Her pace quickened, her fingers driving into him with an intense tempo. Bouleard made his way toward the door.

The instant his hand brushed against the door handle, Melissa pressed herself nearer, and Reinhardt’s climax burst forth.

Like a volcanic eruption, his semen cascaded onto Melissa, showering her hand, face, cleavage, and attire in a spectacular torrent, leaving her exquisite form coated in the lewd, creamy fluid.

At that precise moment, the door shut, and Boulevard missed witnessing the events and the reality unfolding within the room by mere seconds.

A stroke of divine fortune, without question.

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With a sigh of contentment, Reinhardt placed the documents aside and relaxed in his chair. The day had yielded significant results, in more ways than one.

Then, the promise he had given Eleanor came to mind.

"Hm? What troubles you? Did I not receive it all?" Melissa, in the process of cleaning herself, noticed his attention and knitted her brows.

"That is not the issue. Have you forgotten? We are due at the theatre today."

The film Eleanor had dedicated months to creating was having its premiere today. Eleanor herself had been insistent that he and the others be present.

To offer her his backing, he had reserved the entire central balcony of the Snowpoint Grand Theatre for his knights and their associates.