I Shall Cuck Everyone

341  Zamira's Wedding [part 2]

Right now, I am inside a large hall, the same hall where my ruined coronation took place. What's different compared to that day is that there are even way more people that attended today than the coronation. Furthermore, in the platform where the king and princesses are supposed to be seated, that's where a temporary large fancy room made out of collapsible materials is standing erect for the purpose of the union between me and Zamira. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Scanning my eyes through the hall, I spot old man Duke sitting on a well-spaced and decorated corner of the hall with Alphonso standing behind him with robotic prosthetic limb and arm, a stark reminder of the events leading to this union.

At the same time, a woman with rough tangled and tattered hair, donned in a black gown with stiff collars standing erect, is standing in front of the room that Zamira and I are going to use, checking her wristwatch impatiently while gritting her teeth. Without needing any proof, I can tell that this woman is the witch in charge of the ceremony.

"Dammit! I am going to miss breakfast," The witch curses.

As people notice my entry, they start to clap and cheer for me. I can hear Old man Duke yelling my name to not disgrace the men and make them proud. The men present are also saying the same thing. It's as if they're doubting my capabilities and fear that Zamira will win in the battle. Seeing their actions, I simply laugh and shake my head, getting in front of the room.

"Well.... Good day," I say to the witch as I stand at the doorstep of the room.

She doesn't answer at first and uses her eyes to scrutinize me from top to bottom before letting out a satisfied groan.

"Your bride is very lucky to have such a handsome man as yourself," The witch says, her gaze still fixed on me intensely. This time, I don't feel uncomfortable like the first time I did the wedding with Misty and Aurora. I have come to learn that the witches are the creepiest women the universe has to offer us.

"Thanks for the weird compliment and scrutinizing though," I reply, causing the witch to raise her eyebrow in surprise. She wants to say something, but she's stopped by the sudden burst of cheers that erupts inside the hall right now.

I see Zamira walking into the hall, donned in a red wedding ceremony gown, escorted by two women. Jill and someone that I have no idea about. The woman looks almost exactly like Jill, which makes me confused even further. But then I remembered something. Old man Duke told us Grandma was going to come.

The crowd continues to boo and cheer for Zamira as she walks towards me.

"Conquer the stone princess!"

"Make her moan like a beast!"

As Zamira gets closer to me, the cheers intensify, causing Zamira's face to turn bright red. Everyone is in support of me to conquer her in bed. Normally, there are supposed to be two opposing parties; the party that supports me and the party that supports Zamira.

However, because of Zamira's scumbag personality in the past, everyone is on my side. From the people she beat to a pulp and the noble she increased their levy, they are all happy. The happiness on their faces is unprecedented. They are delighted that the stone princess has finally been tamed by someone.

Abruptly, Zamira gets in front of me and bows her head deeply while I also do the same in return. This is also part of the culture. Just like before, the witch scrutinizes Zamira from top to bottom.

"Tch. Tch."

"Both of you should leave, or do you want to join them in the marriage ritual?" The witch asks the two women who are Jill and Grandma standing behind Zamira.

Hearing the witch's words, they quickly scramble away without looking back.

Seeing the loud noise that's erupting in the hall right now, the witch glances towards Old man Duke, making a hand signal.

Old man Duke orders everyone to keep quiet.

Seeing the hall becomes free from noise, the witch brings out a huge-ass megaphone from her space ring.

Who the heck uses a megaphone though?

"As we all know, today is the wedding ceremony ritual between Jake Mystro and Zamira Mystro. The ritual is going to commence soon, and I want y'all to be quiet as much as possible. Anyone who makes a noise will be fined a million dollars," The witch announces, putting the megaphone back in her space ring.

Hearing her words, the crowd swallows a mouthful of saliva.

Following the hand sign of the witch, Zamira and I follow her into the room. As we enter the room, I get stupefied by what I am seeing right now. The room is extravagantly decorated in a way that I can't even explain. The bed is laid with a touch fabric of bedspread, and the red glowing flowers of the blood moon fruit tree are sprinkled on it.

The bed is very wide and is something that I have never seen before; it's as if it was made for giants. On this bed, I can take on any style I want without worrying about space.

Now that I notice, the blood moon flowers are spread around, giving the room a more alluring look as they glow brilliantly.

"You guys can sit on the bed, I have to perform the ritual," The witch orders.

Without arguing, me and Zamira sits on the bed. The softness of the bed causes us to bounce gently.

Seeing Zamira's nervousness and her unwillingness to talk to me for some reason, I gently hold her hand, surprising her.

"Why are you not talking to me?" I ask as I gently rub her palm.

"I am nervous," Zamira replies, letting out a long sigh as she glances at the witch who is drawing some runes on the ground in a very fast motion.

"Done! Now I need your drops of blood," The witch requests as she gets up, cracking her back.

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