The Royal Revenge
Chapter 132: He Felt Violated

Chapter 132: He Felt Violated

Cordelia’s world spun around the moment something solid struck the side of her head. Her ear got nicked too, making it ring as it bled. Her vision turned blurry, and she cursed that split second that she didn’t pay attention to the man she just pinned to the ground.

Right now, Cordelia was at a disadvantage.

The tables have turned, and now she was the one pinned to the ground. Her ears were still ringing from the blow, but little by little, her vision was returning. With her back flat to the ground, Cordelia caught a glimpse of the night skies – it looked like a storm was coming.

"Cordelia?!" the man gasped.

The old woman’s eyes glanced at the man on top of her. Their legs were locked in an awkward position, the man’s crotch resting right above her right thigh as he put all his weight to restrain Cordelia.

His hands had pinned her arms to the side, but little did he notice that her left leg was free to move around. The man was still wearing his mask, his eyes visible as he leaned close to look at Cordelia’s face.

She didn’t wait for him to make another move, and Cordelia lifter her torso to give momentum to her attack.

"Gakh!" the man yelled as Cordelia headbutted him.

She swung her free leg and kicked the man off of her. Both of them scrambled to get themselves upright.

"Hah!" Cordelia kicked the masked man again, making him dive head first into the mud.

"Fu-!" the man squeaked a curse he couldn’t even finish.

The maidservant noticed her dagger had slid to the side, and she made a dash to grab it before the masked man could even stand up. As her hands grabbed hold of the weapon, Cordelia vowed she won’t let herself get sidetracked yet again.

Cordelia turned around and grabbed the man by his collar. She pushed him with one arm to the nearest wall, her dagger pressed closely to his throat.

Her free hand moved towards his crotch, squeezing his balls until she heard him cry in pain.

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?" Cordelia asked.

"W-W-Wait a minute! Cordelia, its me!" the man’s muffled voice stuttered.

He made an attempt to move his hands, but Cordelia squeezed his manhood with more force and he yelped in pain yet again.

"Don’t try to even make a single move," she threatened him.

"AAAH!!! Woman, what the fuck?!" the man screamed.

Every time he made a move, Cordelia turned suspicious and squeezed his manhood harder. The man’s strength was draining, and the only thing he could think of was how merciless the old woman could be when she wanted to.

"Answer me! Why do you know my name?" Cordelia demanded, this time around, the dagger pressing closer to his throat.

The man made a silent thank you that at the very least she didn’t squeeze him down there this time around.

"You are making a mistake," his strained voice spoke, huffing with pain. "Cordelia... please! Take off my mask and you’ll see..."

Cordelia wasn’t convinced, nor did she want to risk herself touching his mask.

She had heard of double masks before during her early years of training at the Northern Kingdom. Once the outer mask was removed, a mechanism underneath would trigger poisonous substance to diffuse which could potentially paralyze – or worse, kill – the opponent.

The masked man could sense the rumbling of the skies, and the gentle pitter patter of rain has begun dropping on them. Lightning flashed, and thunder followed soon after.

Cordelia’s hand was still firmly squeezing him down there, and he was getting tired of having his manhood violated.

Lightning suddenly flashed the second time around, and with it, the man made a desperate move to return the favor to Cordelia. He rocked his head forward, putting in as much force as he could muster with what little strength he has left since she began chasing and attacking him.

He hit Cordelia’s forehead at the very center, a loud bonk was heard between the two of them.

’What the fuck?!’ Cordelia thought to herself.

The old woman instinctively released him from her grip, staggering backwards from the hit. Her tied white hair came undone, and it swished back with the howling winds sweeping them like an eerily beautiful white lady clad in a black suit that hugged her muscled body tightly.

She took several steps away from him, and then cursed the man, "You son of a bitch!"

The man dropped to the ground, his body slowly slumping and going limp. There was no strength left in him after all that squeezing that she did him.

If only he had been attacked like that somewhere else comfier, like perhaps a soft bead with warm fire crackling from the fireplace, the man would have been aroused by the woman’s hand on him.

Sadly, they were in the slums of the vampire kingdom. There was no comfortable, or warm place anywhere closer than a few blocks ahead where an inn was. The said inn didn’t even have a fireplace, and was old and rickety with several cobwebs in each corner.

As the man dropped to the ground with a heavy grunt, his mask came undone from hitting Cordelia head on with her own medicine.

The mask rolled down and around Cordelia’s feet, and her eyes trailed over to the exposed face of the man she attacked. His body was limp, his legs shaking from the pain his crotch had to endure.

Rain started to pour down hard, and the man lolled his head back so his old eyes could gaze at the incorrigible woman in front of him.

This time around, it was Cordelia who was taken aback.

"Wait... why are you here of all places?" Cordelia asked.

The man could only wheeze as he made an attempt to laugh at how absurd their situation was.

"Hah... You should listen more before you attack, Cordelia," he replied. "King Aleksander is expecting me back soon too..."

His eyes rolled until the white showed, and with that, Henry lost consciousness.