The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 632- Wonderful Performance (3)

GULP... GULP... she gulped all his semen. Still, there was so much that some still leaked out from the corner of her mouth and fell into her breasts.

Just then, the door to the room was opened. Boulevard returned.

At the same time, the intermission was over, and the lights turned dim.

The scene Boulevard glimpsed was a blur of motion, a snapshot in the dark.

One moment there was plenty of light, the other moment, it had turned dark. Still, he was able to see his wife, Melissa, was leaning over on Reinhardt, her head near his lap.

Was she kneeling? Her head was down, and her red dress seemed slightly undone.

The sudden arrival also woke the occupants up, and they hurriedly made themselves decent.

Everything happened all too fast. Before Boulevard’s eyes could adjust to the scene, Melissa’s head jerked up. She turned away from Reinhardt’s lap and hurriedly spit something out.

Something white spilled from her lips onto the floorboards of the box.

Quickly, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and pulled her dress up. Before he could tell, she was back in her seat, looking at the screen with a serene attention. It was as if the scene earlier had never happened.

Boulevard blinked and walked to his seat, unable to discern what he had just seen.

The image was confusing, disjointed. The white liquid he saw Melissa spilling... could it be white wine?

As this was a VIP room, all sorts of drinks and fruits were within arm’s reach.

Then why was she keeling? Perhaps she dropped her glass?

The light fading into darkness, the sudden movement, the overwhelming sensory input from the film’s last scene. It all scrambled his perception. His mind, innocent and naïve, could not connect it to any illicit relation.

He saw his wife wiping her mouth, looking composed. He saw Reinhardt sitting in his seat calmly with nothing amiss.

Before Boulevard could think further, the movie played out, and his attention was soon stolen by Eleanor’s masterful performance.

In the movie, her house was on fire and being besieged by monsters. The knights were fighting a desperate battle.

There was fire, explosions, steel clashing, and bombardment of skills. The sound was deafening, roaring skills, clashing weapons, screams of battle.

As the movie continued to play for a while, a different sound began to emerge in the VIP room. It was subtle but persistent.

SMACK... SMACK... SCHLIK... SCHLOK... Aahn... Nnng... Mnn... Aaah...♥♥

A wet, rhythmic slap. A muffled, choked gasp. A low, male groan.

Boulevard heard the noise and frowned slightly, his eyes still on the screen. The sounds seemed to come from the seats in front of him.

When he shifted his eyes from the screen to the seating row in front of him, he saw his wife, Melissa, sitting closer to Reinhardt. They were so close that their bodies were touching.

Reinhardt’s arm was around Melissa, and her head was tilted toward him. Plus their bodies were... moving. Did she get jump scared and cling to Reinhardt?

The level of intimacy was a little uncomfortable for him. However, when he thought about how even he got jump scared, he believed his own excuse.

The battle shown on the screen was intense, full of sudden twists and turns. It was startling to say the least.

While watching the movie, Boulveard would sometimes glance at his wife.

"Nnng... Mmmff... Uhhnn♥..." Seeing her shoulders tremble and her releasing startling sounds every now and then, he couldn’t help but find it cute.

With such thoughts, he focused back on the movie.

What he didn’t know was that while a battle was being staged on the screen, a different kind of battle was being waged on the seats just in front of him.

Reinhardt, his cock still wet from Melissa’s saliva, was now buried deep inside her pussy.

After Boulevard returned, she quickly rearranged her gown and sat back on her seat. Then, when the movie started becoming too engrossing, she moved closer to Reinhardt, lifting the hem of her gown and removing her panties.

Then, with another hand, she released his cock from his pants and positioned it towards her entrance.

Every action of theirs was drowned out by the cinematic lighting and dialogue.

In a single swift motion, Reinhardt’s cock was inside her, his thickness filling her completely.

The shaking Boulevard saw was not from jump scares. It was from the thrusts. Reinhardt was fucking her, slow and deep, his hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm.

Melissa’s body trembled with each thrust. The short cries he heard persistently during the movie were not her getting startled, but her trying to muffle her moans and gasps, but failing.

Melissa kept her face turned toward the stage, pretending to watch the film. But if her face could be seen, Boulevard would be able to see her face flushed and twisted in the sweet agony of sex.

Her tongue sticking out of her mouth from the sensation of Reinhardt’s cock hitting her deepest spot, the wet slurry staining their nether region from the illicit thrill of having sex here, while her husband sat oblivious, a few feet away.

Reinhardt’s arm around her shoulders was not some casual gesture, but to hold her still as he drove into her.

His face was near her because he was tasting her neck and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

The company, the movie, the setting, and thrill... everything was so good that both of them were feeling it.

As Reinhardt drove inside her, he could feel her inner muscles clenching around him. He could feel the wet, hot slide of her arousal coating him.

The sounds, the slap of their joining, the wet suction, were masked by the film’s din, but to them, they were a loud, private symphony.

Seeing that the movie was slowly coming to an end, Reinhardt increased his pace. The risk, the darkness, the shared secret... it all fueled him.