The attendant nodded and bowed to him, going to inform Mitsunari of Daisuke’s return, and the criminals he brought with him.
A soft knock came on Mitsunari’s bedroom door, the attendant outside clearing their throat.
“Excuse me sire, forgive me, but Daisuke-sama has returned; he has a witch and a fae.”
Mitsunari was sat on his bed, a figure knelt on the floor before him, head buried between his thighs. Barely audible moans came from the man between his legs, soft wet noises following, gloved hands gripping Mitsunari’s bare thighs as his head slowly bobbed up and down. The person didn’t stop, even when someone came to the door, only continuing to suck Mitsunari off.