(BL) Rejected by daughter's second male lead-Chapter 36

A thudding sound seemed to ring out from inside Gillen’s body. Then, choking as if he were being attacked by someone, Gillen’s eyes suddenly flew wide open, and his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah, heueu, ugh, keueut...!"

Startled, Yuan grabbed Gillen’s shoulders without thinking. It was an unconscious action, an attempt to somehow stop the convulsions.

"What, what’s wrong!"

"N-no, ahh! Ugh! Heueuk!"

What does he mean, no? Does he want me to pull out? What should I do?

It was a rare moment when Yuan’s brilliant brain, which had never once stopped its vigorous activity, declared a strike. His mind went blank, and he was suddenly terrified.

No matter how he looked at it, Gillen was not in a normal physical state. He was convulsing severely, like someone who was sick. His pupils were overly dilated, and he was squeezing his inner walls with an unnatural tightness.

"Hey, Your Grace! Are you all right?"

Yuan asked, pulling his hips back.

"Aaargh!"

At that moment, Gillen let out a truly terrible scream. It was a cry that sounded like it could only be heard in hell. And then....

Splat, spatter, spatter...!

Semen, whiter than before, shot high into the air. Gillen squeezed his eyes shut. His muscle-packed stomach trembled in a long, thin line.

"Wait... don’t tell me right now..."

Yuan spoke slowly, in disbelief.

"Was it... because... it felt too good?"

Gillen’s face, which had been pale for a moment, quickly flushed red. He shook his head with his eyes still closed. But Gillen’s cock, which had gone limp from the successive ejaculations, was once again gaining strength and rising. For an alpha in heat, sexual desire was as persistent and frightening as an endless supply of food, even if his stomach were to burst.

"You mean I should just stab that spot from before."

Yuan’s mind, finally getting the hang of it, slowly began to work again. Gillen’s eyes flew open in surprise, and he tried to say something, but Yuan didn’t give him a chance and thrust his enormous penis inside.

"Heut!"

A moan that Yuan had never expected to hear from Gillen suddenly burst out. Yuan thought the unfitting groan was ridiculous, but he continued to thrust, pressing into the same spot over and over.

"Ah! Nngh! Haaat! Just there, no, it feels too good...! Ugh!"

"If it feels good, why not?"

Yuan felt a strange sense of victory. It was a feeling he had never experienced—not when he had discovered a magic formula that had never existed in the world, not when he had annihilated several of the enemy’s military units with a single gesture, and not when he had been granted the title of Marquis and various rare treasures by the emperor.

Gillen was the one who said, ’It feels too good,’ but in truth, it was the same for Yuan. It felt too good for him, too. He had never experienced such pleasure anywhere else.

His eyes bloodshot, Yuan shifted his posture. Then he pulled Gillen’s two legs toward him, pressing their groins together more tightly, all while taking in the magnificent sight of Gillen twisting his waist and panting.

Their rut was just beginning.

What is this feeling?

Five days later, the door to Duke Blake’s bedroom opened. The first person to emerge was Gillen Blake. Yuan Hampton followed behind him. No, to be precise, one should say that Yuan walked out from behind the mana chair Gillen was riding in.

"Y-Your Grace the Duke!"

"Oh, oh my, goodness, Father...!"

"Your Grace!"

"Sniffle, Your Grace!"

The mana chair was a chair with wheels, something that might be called a motorized wheelchair in modern times. However, this chair operated with magic and was a rare medical magic tool used only by nobles who could not support their own bodies.

One faithful servant, thinking Gillen was gravely injured, immediately burst into tears. Gillen, his face much thinner and drier than a few days ago, forced a smile.

"There’s no need to worry. I’m just riding it because my legs feel weak. This is a wheelchair... no, a mana chair that Yuan, no, Hampton, no, the Marquis brought for me with summoning magic."

"Sob, Head Butler! His Grace the Duke can’t even speak properly! What are we to do! Waaah..."

Gillen’s voice, which had always charmed everyone with its relaxed and confident aristocratic demeanor, was hoarse and cracked, and he frequently misspoke as if he were out of his mind. It was as if he had lost his intellect after exhausting all his energy during the rut.,

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. I’m really fine."

Gillen explained, waving his hands weakly.

"Are you really all right... sir?"

Cecilia rushed to Gillen and knelt down, then tentatively stood up again. A foul, thick odor of semen and sweat was wafting from both Gillen and Yuan, and from the crack of the open door behind them. Cecilia’s face soured, having been made to indirectly encounter her father’s sex life against her will.

"Just how much did you... Hah, forget it."

Cecilia glared at Yuan, then shut her mouth. It was obvious to anyone that Yuan was the one who had fucked and Gillen was the one who had been fucked... but as a daughter, she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud and openly rebuke him.

Gillen’s face turned red. He cleared his throat a few more times, then gave an order to Brian and Navard, who were standing in front of him.

"Brian, you... clean up the room a bit... Navard, you must have seen the omega who was in the room next to ours. Tell me how on earth that person ended up in the Duchess’s room."

Navard would have investigated the full story the moment he saw an outsider, an omega in heat no less. Believing this, Gillen demanded an explanation outright.

As expected, Navard opened his mouth as if he had been waiting.

"The omega in the next room, Perez Sollington, was a reporter who collapsed from the shock of Marquis Hampton’s pheromones on the day of the press conference. Our servants took him to a guest room, but afterward, he became disoriented due to a sudden heat and says he wandered the mansion, naturally drawn to the place where Your Grace the Duke’s pheromones were strongest. He says that instead of Your Grace’s bedroom, he opened the door next to it and entered the Duchess’s room by mistake."

"A mistake made because of a heat. What a convenient excuse."

Yuan snorted and interjected. Navard’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in annoyance, but he continued speaking politely.

"Yes, that is correct. This is all according to Perez Sollington’s claim."

"And the truth?"

Gillen asked sharply.

"Upon investigation, I found that the Sollington family’s youngest daughter is soon to be married to the brother of Editor-in-Chief Nogarius. The Sollingtons are a merchant family that recently purchased the title of Baronet, and they also bought the surname Sollington recently. Perez Sollington is the second son of Baronet Sollington."

Navard scrunched his face. This time it was not because of Yuan, but because of his disgust for Nogarius.

"After digging further into that side, it seems Editor-in-Chief Nogarius sweet-talked him, saying he could become the Duchess if he just slept with Your Grace the Duke once. Since the eldest son would inherit the baronetcy even if it was passed down, Perez Sollington must have gotten greedy as well. They said they exchanged the aphrodisiac through a secret agency, and I have already secured a confession from the agency’s owner."

"Truly remarkable."

Gillen let out a short laugh. This was not the first or second time Nogarius had pulled a stunt like this. He had a history of carrying out various plots, such as sending a spy to the Blake household only to be caught, sending thugs after Cecilia only to be countersued, and attempting to overturn the Blake family’s carriage by secretly removing a wheel.

The number of trials already pending against Simon Nogarius was too many to count on one’s fingers. That was why Gillen was not surprised. He could only let out a hollow laugh at Nogarius’s indomitable will.

It was Yuan, however, who flew into a rage at Navard’s words.

"He dared to try and orchestrate a sudden rut?"

"Indeed. He has tried to play tricks by sending omega courtesans several times before, but I did not expect him to send a fellow reporter, an omega, to a noble family’s house. Well, he’s not a proper noble, but holds a half-baked title bought for show... ahem, my apologies."

Navard stopped mid-sentence and bowed to Yuan. It seemed he was worried it might have sounded like he was also referring to Yuan, who had become a noble not long ago after being granted a title for his personal merit—though Gillen could bet his entire fortune that Navard had said it on purpose.

"Hmph, whatever. Am I the same as those sorts who bought their titles with money? If not, why apologize?"

Fortunately, thanks to his innate confidence and self-esteem, Yuan was completely unaffected. He did not even seem to realize that Navard had intentionally tried to provoke him.

Gillen sighed in relief and shot Navard a slight glare. How could you make such an attack when you know how long this guy holds a grudge and how petty he is, Navard....

"First, I have reported it to the Imperial Guard, and I have also prepared a formal complaint in advance. All that is needed is Your Grace’s seal."

"Mm, all right." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Shall I push the mana chair to the study for you?"

"No, no, it’s fine. It seems I can move it as I wish, maybe because it’s enchanted. And I... have something to discuss with Marquis Hampton... You go to the study first. The rest of you, get back to your duties."

Gillen mumbled his words awkwardly. Brian understood immediately and went down to the first floor to call the other servants. From his brief glance at the state of the room, it looked like a major cleanup was needed.

Cecilia, who was beside him, also quickly gave Gillen a light kiss on the cheek and returned to her room. As she turned away, Gillen saw her purse her lips and make a nauseated face. She probably thought it might have been where Yuan had kissed.

’My daughter.... Still, that expression is a bit much....’

Gillen shed a tear inwardly. But it wasn’t that he couldn’t understand her feelings. Even he himself felt his stomach churn at the thought of the passionate, no, fanatical sex of the past five days.