When I realized who the soft, delicate body belonged to, which was locked in my arms, I suddenly ca to my senses.
My mind flashed with the realization: Ever since dea turned 20, and we scheduled union nights, I had never fallen asleep beside her.
‘Why?’
Because I was disgusted by her trying to douse with an aphrodisiac, it made distrust her. So, I always ejaculated once and left the bedroom right afterward.
Yes, it had been like that, hadn’t it…
[Flashback to earlier in the night]
‘Hah, ah… anymore……… Ah, please…’
‘It hurts…..?’
With a trembling imploring dea locked in his arms, Lyle whispered gently.
dea had no idea what to do with her face soaked with pleasure.
‘Yeah……. I think it seems to be weird… Hnngh, Your Majesty…’
He achieved their desires by coaxing and soothing dea when she was struggling.
As the number of tis of their coupling exceeded eight, dea was stretched out; not even aware saliva was spilling out of her mouth.
Lyle was still not satisfied and released his desires in her.
He greedily coveted and coveted… and even left red marks all over her body.
[End of flashback]
‘Oh My God.’
With a blushing look, Lyle swept his face in disbelief.
Never before had he lost his reason and gone mad with lust by embracing a woman.
‘I never had this even after drinking an aphrodisiac—You must be insane.’
With a burning face, Lyle peeped at dea, who was sleeping as if she were dead.
No dress hung around her waist.
After the second climax, Lyle beca extrely passionate and beca irritated by the cloth that covered dea and tore it apart.
“You’re not really dead, are you?”
He was a Sword Master and persistently made her reach new thresholds, so her body couldn’t be fine.
He enjoyed helping dea be overwheld by unfamiliar stimulation…
Lyle listened to her even breathing and watched her naked body wrapped in a blanket.
It was as if flower petals were strewn across, over her delicate skin.
They were all traces left by Lyle, who had adored her without a second thought.
‘You seem to be sleeping well.’
Lyle, who couldn’t stop turning his eyes towards her soft skin, was ashad when he noticed that heat was already gathering around his navel and ready to hurriedly sheath himself in dea’s body.
Lyle, covered his eyes with his palms pressed against them and turned away from her….
‘I have to stay away from her, for her safety.’
‘But when dea opens her eyes, I want to be the first person she sees….’
“Haa … .”
Lyle sighed deeply, as he sat on a nearby sofa.
She had no mory. So it was very likely that she would rember yesterday as her first ti with him.
‘So that’s it. There’s no other reason.’
He swept his red face again—trying to will his heated face away with a wipe, as Lyle stared at dea peacefully sleeping.
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Her long, elegant eyelashes trembled.
Lyle, looking frantically at dea’s slumbering face, got up from his seat, realizing she was about to wake up.
He was about to go back to bed but hesitated.
‘Why am I approaching dea?’
Union day was yesterday.
As usual, it was appropriate to get dressed and get out of here before dea woke up.
Lyle didn’t know why, but he wondered what kind of expression she would make and what she would look like upon waking up. Last night’s dea was cute as ever ….
I don’t want to admit it, but to a certain extent, no, I thought it was very, very lovely.
Maybe he wanted to make sure and see how dea, who had spent a hot night with him, would face him the next day.
If dea had the sa old reaction as before, it seed that this tickling feeling he had begun to harbour would imdiately disappear.
Therefore, this was the only foolproof plan to eliminate these mysterious feelings before he realizes what it is.
Lyle made this excuse and hurried to put his ass back on the sofa.
dea started to wake, her eyelids still heavy, and her eyes foggy. She looked around with a faint look.
Her half-sleep expressions were adorable, making Lyle feel more uncomfortable with a pang.
dea looked like she hadn’t figured out the situation yet. ‘Ugh…’ Even the sound of her breathing while deep in slumber made Lyle’s heartbeat.
Lyle stared at dea with an uncomfortable expression; her eyelids blinked, flickering like butterfly wings, revealing her beautiful eyes.
Gulp.
Lyle thought dea was beautiful.
Even before her engagent, dea had been praised as the most beautiful woman on the continent. So it’s nothing new, but……. Previously, because of Lyle’s prejudices, she had despised herself after he spent nights with her, so her beauty never reached his eyes nor gave him a chance to see her properly.
But now Lyle feels whiplashed by dea’s charm.
A human being awoke with a face bearing such glamour that it made previous ‘beauties’ claim to be striking again. This was common to dea. The title “The most beautiful woman on the continent’ was by no ans a myth.
Lyle couldn’t even breathe properly upon witnessing such extre loveliness.
Without blinking his eyes, he stared at dea. His lips parts as he started at her visage, a vision of beauty, clear eyes deeper than the sea, looked back at him, her silver hair hanging over the silk bedding.
dea was also gawking at him as he stared at her straight into her blue eyes, stunned as if she had not expected Lyle.
Wow! His heart started to beat even wilder, his eyes inflad at the sight of her beautiful pale pearly skin turning into a feverish peach.
dea, who pulled the blanket over her breasts, also hid her face. She looked at Lyle with resentnt, barely showing her eyes.
“Wh— why are you still here?” cried dea in an anguished voice of sha.
Her words incited sadistic and surly tendencies that Lyle didn’t even know existed within him.
“Is that sothing you should say as soon as you see your husband’s face?”
Lyle said in a displeased tone as if denying this strange fresh feeling that spread through his heart.
Then, when he stood up, his penis, which had been terribly excited, as if revealing his innermost thoughts, shook up and down and hit his thighs with a slap in accordance with Lyle’s movents. dea turned her head in a panic, adding insult to injury; she had just woken up completely naked.
At night lanterns barely lit their bodies and seeing it in the bright morning was very destructive.
Lyle, who saw dea’s reaction, also looked at his apex. He knew this would happen because he was already heated when he watched dea’s abdon.
It’s not that he didn’t feel embarrassed, but…… He was the Emperor, and dea, lying on the bed, was the Empress. The recognized woman of an emperor.
Do I, the Emperor, need a ti and place to desire my woman? Does it matter if it was the day or night? I am your husband.
Lyle strode towards the bed, determined to be a little brazen.
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