The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 634- A Shadow Lurking Near Eleanor

"Ah, it's not like that." Boulevard's attention was successfully diverted by Eleanor’s stunning beauty.

"The film was absolutely magnificent, Lady Eleanor. The joys and sorrows of life… You portrayed them with such perfection that I was deeply moved. It was just regrettable that the conclusion was so tragic."

As he spoke, Reinhardt and Melissa quickly tidied themselves.

Reinhardt swiftly pulled up his pants, using his handkerchief to wipe away the lingering moisture.

Melissa also hastily adjusted her gown, reaching down to the floor. The silk panties that had slid down her legs during their intense intimacy were now on the floor.

She quickly retrieved them and pulled them on. The fabric became moist and sticky from the love nectar that had flowed from her.

Following this, she took the handkerchief Reinhardt offered and discreetly wiped the seat, concealing the damp mark.

Throughout this entire period, Eleanor kept Boulevard occupied, posing intricate questions about the movie.

By this point, both Melissa and Reinhardt had finished their adjustments. Melissa rose from her seat and moved towards them.

As she stood, she felt the lingering effects of their recent encounter. A significant volume of semen flowed down from her, trickling from her engorged womb and tracing a path along her inner thighs.

The sensation was warm and viscous. Fortunately, her gown had provided ample coverage. Had she been wearing her usual short skirt, her secret would have been exposed, leaving unmistakable evidence.

Noticing that the other two had straightened their attire, Eleanor ceased her distraction of Boulevard and stepped aside.

Marquis Boulevard shifted his gaze and saw his wife approaching.

Melissa walked towards them, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with a feverish glint. Her hair was slightly tousled, and her skin seemed to radiate with a subtle sheen of perspiration.

The sight of her was so captivating that Boulevard paused, momentarily stunned. His heart began to race, and for some inexplicable reason, a faint ache gripped his stomach.

Gazing at his beautiful wife, who was exuding an irresistible aura of sensuality, he suddenly noticed her gown. The blue fabric near her lap bore a subtly darkened patch, appearing as if…

"Melissa, why is your dress so wet?"

Melissa, having already concocted a plausible explanation, maintained a composed expression. She replied calmly.

"Oh, this, my dear, it's merely wine. I was startled. During the climactic battle scene, I jumped and accidentally overturned Lord Reinhardt’s wine glass. It spilled onto my lap and his trousers as well. It was quite a jolt." She gestured towards her gown.

Her fabricated story was largely credible, given that they had indeed spilled a wine glass.

Boulevard glanced at Melissa’s gown and then at Reinhardt’s trousers, finally nodding in acceptance. The reasoning seemed sound.

The film had indeed been incredibly intense, startling the viewers on multiple occasions. He had personally observed Melissa trembling and gasping at sudden scares throughout the movie.

Furthermore, when he had briefly excused himself to the restroom, he had seen Melissa bending over, searching for something on the floor.

At that moment, he had indeed assumed she had dropped her glass. If it truly was wine, it would naturally explain why both of them appeared damp.

"Ah, I understand. Melissa, you have inconvenienced the viscount."

"Ah, it was nothing, no harm done," Reinhardt interjected, readily supporting the fabricated account.

With that settled, Boulevard redirected his attention to his wife. "By the way, Melissa, how did you find the movie?"

Melissa offered a radiant smile. "The film was exceptional. Of course, the climax was particularly… potent. The release of tension was so very… satisfying."

Her words, laden with a significant double meaning, hung in the air.

Boulevard, remaining as unperceptive as ever, failed to grasp the underlying implication. He nodded earnestly.

"Indeed, Lady Eleanor has once again surpassed herself. The movie was thoroughly satisfying."

The four of them exited the VIP chamber, proceeding towards the rear gate where Reinhardt’s private carriage awaited.

As they walked, Melissa's face remained flushed. The semen within her, a considerable amount from Reinhardt’s vigorous climax, continued its slow descent.

It trickled, warm and thick, from her womb, flowing through her intimate passage, and onto the silk of her panties. The already damp undergarment became thoroughly soaked.

The fluid seeped further, tracing a warm trail down the inner sides of her thighs.

Though her gown concealed the view, it could not entirely prevent a few droplets from falling onto the ground as they walked.

Boulevard, walking beside her, remained oblivious. He chatted incessantly about the movie and his responsibilities, completely unaware that his wife's body was literally filled with Reinhardt's seed.

Once outside, Reinhardt proposed, "Who's feeling hungry? Let's have dinner together."

"A splendid notion. Which establishment shall we patronize?"

In response to Eleanor’s inquiry, Reinhardt looked at her with a smile.

"I have already secured a reservation."