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

GULP... GULP... she swallowed all of his semen. Despite her efforts, a considerable amount still escaped the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her breasts.

At that exact moment, the door to the room swung open, revealing Boulevard’s return.

Simultaneously, the intermission concluded, and the room’s illumination dimmed to a low glow.

The sight Boulevard caught was a fleeting glimpse, a chaotic snapshot in the encroaching darkness.

One moment, the area was brightly lit; the next, it plunged into shadow. Yet, even in the dimness, he could perceive his wife, Melissa, positioned over Reinhardt, her head near his lap.

Was she kneeling? Her head was bowed, and her crimson dress appeared slightly disheveled.

Their sudden arrival startled the occupants, prompting them to hastily adjust their attire.

Events unfolded with extreme rapidity. Before Boulevard’s eyes could fully adjust to the low light, Melissa’s head snapped up. She pulled away from Reinhardt’s lap and quickly expelled something from her mouth.

A white substance streamed from her lips, falling onto the wooden floor of the private box.

With swift movements, she wiped her mouth using the back of her hand and pulled her dress back into place. In an instant, she resumed her seat, her gaze fixed on the screen with an air of placid concentration, as though the preceding incident had never occurred.

Boulevard blinked, walking toward his seat, his mind struggling to make sense of the fragmented images.

The scene was confusing, disjointed. Could the white liquid Melissa had expelled possibly be white wine?

Being a VIP room, an assortment of beverages and fruits were readily accessible.

Then why was she kneeling? Perhaps she had dropped her drink?

The transition from light to darkness, the abrupt movement, and the overwhelming sensory assault from the film’s climax combined to scramble his perception. His innocent, naive mind could not fathom any illicit encounter.

He observed his wife calmly wiping her mouth, appearing composed. He saw Reinhardt seated peacefully, with no discernible change in his demeanor.

Before Boulevard could delve deeper into his thoughts, the movie resumed its progression, and his attention was captivated by Eleanor’s compelling performance.

Within the film’s narrative, her ancestral home was engulfed in flames and under siege by monstrous creatures, while knights engaged in a desperate defense.

The sequence depicted fire, explosions, the clang of steel, and a barrage of fantastical abilities. The soundscape was a deafening cacophony of roaring spells, clashing weapons, and the screams of combat.

As the movie continued, a different sound began to subtly permeate the VIP room, a persistent, yet understated, acoustic layer.

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

A wet, percussive slapping. A stifled, choked gasp. A low, guttural male groan.

Boulevard registered the sounds, his brow furrowing slightly as his eyes remained fixed on the screen. The noises seemed to emanate from the seating area directly ahead of him.

Shifting his gaze from the screen to the row of seats in front, he noticed Melissa positioned much closer to Reinhardt. Their bodies were practically touching.

Reinhardt’s arm was draped around Melissa, her head resting against him. Furthermore, their bodies appeared to be... moving. Could she have been startled by the movie and instinctively clung to Reinhardt?

The degree of their closeness struck him as slightly odd. However, recalling his own moments of being startled, he readily accepted his own explanation.

The on-screen battle was exceptionally intense, fraught with unexpected developments and dramatic turns. It was, to say the least, startling.

While engrossed in the film, Boulevard would occasionally cast glances toward his wife.

"Nnng... Mmmff... Uhhnn♥..." Witnessing her shoulders tremble and hearing the occasional surprised vocalizations, he found it rather endearing.

With such musings, he redirected his focus back to the cinematic experience.

Unbeknownst to him, while a dramatic conflict unfolded on the screen, a far more intimate struggle was occurring in the seats just ahead.

Reinhardt, his member still slick from Melissa’s attentions, was now deeply immersed within her.

Following Boulevard’s return, she had quickly adjusted her gown and reseated herself. Then, as the movie’s narrative became particularly engrossing, she shifted closer to Reinhardt, lifting the hem of her dress and discarding her undergarments.

With her other hand, she guided his erection from his trousers, positioning it towards her core.

Each of their clandestine actions was expertly masked by the film’s dramatic lighting and booming dialogue.

In a single, fluid motion, Reinhardt’s cock entered her, his fullness occupying her completely.

The trembling Boulevard observed was not a response to jump scares. It was the result of rhythmic thrusts. Reinhardt was making love to her, slowly and deeply, his hips moving with a consistent, unwavering cadence.

Melissa’s form shuddered with every deep penetration. The small cries he had sporadically heard throughout the movie were not expressions of fright, but her attempts to suppress her moans and gasps, ultimately failing.

Melissa maintained her head turned towards the screen, feigning absorption in the film. However, had Boulevard been able to see her face, he would have witnessed it flushed and contorted in the exquisite agony of passion.