I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

Mordred kept at it. Moving her mouth and tongue teasingly down Ha Joon's shaft. She liked it, and the fact Ha Joon had started whimpering a bit was giving her the encouragement she needed.

With one hand rubbing the flabs on her pussy, Mordred gawked on Ha Joon's cock, saliva dripping on her massive cleavage.

Ha Joon was finally at his limit.

He thrusted his hips forward, while also pulling Mordred's head closer, his cum, spewing inside her mouth with excellent accuracy.

'Ahh, this girl…is going to be the death of me.' Ha Joon thought to himself as he came inside her mouth.

Every drop of semen flowed inside Mordred and she happily took it all.

Pulling his dick out, Ha Joon watched as Mordred swallowed his babies, her mouth open for her to see she had taken his entire substance.

"It…tastes weird…" she uttered, looking to the side, blushing.

"No talking Mordred, face the bad and point your ass towards me." Ha Joon issued, trying to put on a brave face like she didn't just suck his soul out.

He wanted his revenge, no way slash slash lady almost made him moan like a bitch.

And Mordred wasn't going to question that, just as Ha Joon wanted to penetrate her, she also wanted the same thing.

She did as he asked. Mordred knelt at the side of the bed, her chest on the bed and her ass arched towards him.

"Please…do as you like." Mordred spoke, her cheeks resting on the bed as she glanced back at Ha Joon.

—Smile~

"I just hope you know I'll remind you of all this after your post nut clarity comes kicking in." -official

Ha Joon said as he walked towards her, his hands resting at her side, while his shaft gently pressed on her soft ass.

Mordred subconsciously wiggled her butt, she wanted him to fuck her, not a second to waste.

Ha Joon pressed his member into her pussy, slowly pushing it in, the warmth embracing his dick.

Hmmp~

His dick had gone in, filling her inside with its width. Ha Joon started moving, slowly grinding his dick inside her pussy.

Mordred stuffed her mouth with the blanket on the bed, holding back her moans as she could feel Ha Joon's cock slamming against her pussy wall.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

His thrusted even harder, Mordred's pussy juice helping his dick sliding in smoothly.

"Hmmmphhh, H..Ha Joon~" Mordred couldn't fully hold back her moans.

While Ha Joon was fucking her ass, she grabbed her boobs, and began to play with her hot wet little sister.

"Fuck~ yess, oh yesss ~♡ fuck meee~".

Ha Joon made sure he thrusted even harder, his hard throbbing cock gliding against the walls of Mordred's lower lips.

He was reaching his limits, and so was Mordred.

Her eyes had begun to roll over.

"I..I'm coming~" she announced, her face pressed on the bed.

Spluuuh~

Ha Joon's cum began to fill her up, her body shivering as the warm liquid entered her hole.

He fell to his knees, his erection still up as he watched Mordred's lower lips leak with the cream pie he had given her.

It was a beautiful sight.

Silence took over for a while…

Mordred, who had been breathing heavily before, suddenly looked at Ha Joon, her cheeks red but still, she managed a frown on her face.

"I hate you."

Her words lingered in the air.

××××||×××××

"Your highness, so far there has been no attack from the bandits ever since Lady Mordred secured the borders with her knights, we have nothing to worry about."

Lancelot was kneeling in the middle of the throne room, while Artoria looked at him, seated on her throne with Merlin standing beside her.

"You shouldn't be so quick to assume we have an upper hand over them— they know exactly where to attack as they have proven over the last few days, we on the other hand, know nothing about them. We are completely in the dark here." Artoria responded, her mind filling with thoughts—

'If I was at the front line of this, I'm sure I could have easily caught these bandits, but Ha Joon told me specifically not to engage in any battle until he gives me the go ahead… What is going through that head of his? No one knows.'

Lancelot slightly raised his head, "I should also report that rumors have been spreading in Camelot lately… regarding the Prime minister".

Merlin raised a brow, but she didn't say a word.

"What rumor?"

"Apprenralty, people are saying the Prime minister is controlling you, your highness. Since the recent attacks, you have barely come forth to address it like you normally would, and the Prime minister has been seen traveling to different parts of the country.

They say he is bringing Camelot to the ground, and I'm afraid it's also painting you bad, they question what their king is doing." Lancelot reported.

'That's because he's going around planning meetings with your nobles, you ungrateful shitheads.' Merlin squeezed the stone tablet in her grasp, her brows twitching as she tried to contain herself from lashing out.

Artoria clenched her fist. She was strong willed, disciplined and rarely felt any hint of weakness in her mind.

But as a king, the words of her subject can hit a certain way, making her question decisions faster than she could make them.

"Since when has this topic been spreading?" Artoria asked.

Lancelot looked at her, "A couple of days ago, some of the knights heard the locals talking about it and came to inform me".

Merlin felt even more angry, Lancelot's words felt like thorns in her flesh.

"I see." Artoria stood up from her chair, and walked away.

"Thank you, your highness." Lancelot bowed his head.

Merlin stared at him for a while, if she had the choice, she would gather every poop in Camelot and paint his face with it…. That was how disgusted she was, even though she had no idea why she felt that way.

After staring him down, Merlin also walked away, following behind Artoria.

Grin!