I Got Reincarnated As The Ntr Protagonist In An Online Game-Chapter 69: I am Glad

While Junior was lost in thought about how to use his newly acquired skill in combat, he let out a frustrated sigh. "I’ll figure it out tomorrow during training with Eira," he thought, resigning himself to the idea. Just as he was about to relax, a flash of Helen’s face surfaced in his memory.

"Oh yeah, I remember Emma saying Helen was hurt and is being cared for by Susan. I should visit her... I hope she’s not too badly injured," Junior murmured, concern written all over his face.

Without hesitation, he stood from his bed and headed out into the dimly lit hallway. The palace was eerily quiet at this hour, the only sound coming from his soft footsteps against the polished floors. Shadows stretched along the walls, flickering faintly under the glow of lanterns. Walking alone without Helen by his side felt foreign and unsettling.

"I miss you, Helen," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he navigated the silent corridors.

When he reached Helen’s door, he paused, staring at the wooden surface. He raised his hand to the doorknob, hesitating. Doubt crept into his mind. "Maybe I should check on her in the morning," he thought, withdrawing his hand. He turned to walk away, but before he could take more than a few steps, a soft voice called out from within. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"I know you’re outside, Your Majesty. I can sense your mana. You can come in," Helen said gently, her voice carrying a warmth that made Junior freeze in his tracks.

Slowly, he turned back to the door, his heart pounding. He pushed the door open, stepping inside. As soon as his eyes fell on Helen lying on the bed, tears welled up in his eyes. She was bandaged, her skin pale but glowing faintly under the moonlight streaming through the window.

"I’m so glad you’re okay, Helen," Junior said, his voice trembling with emotion.

Helen smiled softly, her own eyes glistening with tears. "And I’m so happy you’re safe, young master. When I woke up earlier, I asked Susan about you. When she told me you were unharmed, I felt so relieved."

Her voice broke slightly as tears spilled over, tracing delicate lines down her cheeks.

Junior moved to the chair that had been placed beside her bed, likely left there by Susan. He sat down and gently took Helen’s hand in his.

"Thank you, Helen," he said softly, his thumb brushing against her fingers. "Thank you for protecting Emma and the others, and for always putting yourself in harm’s way for us. I know it must have been hard leaving my side to keep them safe."

Helen’s tears flowed freely now, her grip on his hand tightening. "Thank you... for being alive, Albert," she cried, her voice raw with emotion.

Junior leaned forward, cupping her face with his other hand, and kissed her deeply, pouring all his gratitude and love into that one moment. When he pulled away, he looked into her tear-filled eyes and said, "I love you, Helen."

Hearing those words made Helen’s heart flutter, a smile breaking through her tears. She leaned forward, kissing him once more, softer this time. "I love you too," she whispered, her voice steady despite the emotion behind it.

As the tender moment lingered, Helen attempted to sit up. "Let me make you feel good, my love," she said, her voice laced with determination.

But the instant she moved, pain shot through her body, and she let out a sharp "Ouch!" as she winced and fell back onto the bed.

Junior reacted immediately, his arms steadying her. "Don’t push yourself, Helen," he said gently, helping her lie back down. His voice was firm yet tender. "You need to rest. Don’t worry about anything. Let me take care of you instead."

Helen looked up at him, her eyes filled with warmth and love. "You’re too good to me," she murmured, her voice soft and full of affection.

"And you deserve it," Junior replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "You’ve done more for me than I could ever repay. For now, just focus on healing. That’s all I want."

Helen’s lips curled into a soft smile as she closed her eyes, her body finally relaxing under Junior’s soothing presence.

Junior leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Helen’s ear as he whispered, "Let me take care of you. You don’t have to do anything." His hands caressed her shoulders softly, the warmth of his touch seeping through her thin sleepwear. But Helen, stubborn and overflowing with love for him, shook her head gently.

"No, Junior," she protested, her voice soft but insistent. "It’s my turn to make you feel good. Bring your dick here... let me suck it."

As she spoke, she tried to prop herself up on the bed, her determination shining through despite her injuries. But the moment she moved, a sharp pain shot through her body, causing her to gasp and fall back onto the pillows. "Ow!" she cried out, her face contorting in agony.

Junior’s hands were on her instantly, steadying her, his touch firm yet gentle. "Helen, no," he said firmly, his voice laced with concern. "You’re healing. Don’t push yourself like this. Just lie down."

She groaned in frustration, her eyes pleading with him. "But I want to make you feel good too... I want to taste you..."

He hesitated for a moment, torn between his worry for her and the desire that flickered in her gaze. Finally, he made a decision. "Alright," he said softly, his voice low and warm. "But you stay still, understand? Let me bring it to you."

Helen nodded weakly, her breathing shallow from the pain, but there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Junior positioned himself carefully on the bed beside her, ensuring she didn’t have to move at all. Slowly, he undid the ties of his pants, freeing his hard length. It stood proudly, already glistening with anticipation.

Helen’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of him, her lips parting as if ready to receive him. "Yes..." she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "Bring it closer..."

Junior shifted closer, positioning his hips so that his cock hovered just inches from her mouth. Her breath hitched as she felt the heat radiating from him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She didn’t need to move—Junior guided himself closer, until the tip of his shaft brushed against her parted lips.

Her tongue darted out again, teasingly flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock. A low groan escaped Junior’s lips, his hips twitching slightly as he resisted the urge to thrust forward. "That’s it, Helen..." he murmured, his voice thick with need. "Take your time..."

She obeyed, opening her mouth wider to envelop the tip of him. Her warm, wet lips closed around him, and she sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. The sensation was electric, sending shivers of pleasure down Junior’s spine. He let out a shaky breath, his fingers tangling in her hair as he fought to keep control.

"You’re so good, Helen..." he moaned, his voice strained. "So perfect..."

Encouraged by his words, Helen deepened her efforts, taking more of him into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her tongue working expertly along his length. Junior’s hips jerked instinctively, but he forced himself to stay still, letting her set the pace.

She pulled back slightly, her lips sliding along his shaft before plunging down again, her movements slow and deliberate. Each time she took him deeper, her throat tightened around him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Junior couldn’t help but groan louder, his grip on her hair tightening ever so slightly.

"Fuck, Helen..." he breathed, his voice rough with lust. "Your mouth feels amazing..."

She hummed in response, the vibrations making him shudder. Her free hand reached up, fingers lightly stroking the base of his cock as she continued to suck and lick with growing enthusiasm. Her eyes fluttered shut, completely lost in the act of pleasing him.

Junior couldn’t hold back any longer. His hips began to move in small, controlled thrusts, guiding himself deeper into her mouth. Helen didn’t resist—instead, she relaxed her throat, allowing him to slide further in. Her nose pressed against his stomach, and tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t stop.

"God, Helen... I’m close..." Junior warned, his voice tight with tension. His thighs trembled as the pressure built inside him, threatening to burst.