“Why only …… ! Hhhh! Ah, no! Ah-ah-ang!”
Her lower flower lips fluttered around his thick fingers. Her waist shook as he rolled and teased her flower buds smoothly with his fingers soaked in love liquid. dea struggled with fright at the pleasure pouring into her body—overwheld with sensitivity, but Lyle never let go of her back or stopped harassing her.
“Ah … . Ah, ah. Ahhh… … .”
Eventually, dea, who had orgasd over and over again, was exhausted and drooping.
Lyle put her down on the bed with a bloody grin.
“What a cutey.”
Chuckling, he kissed dea’s sweaty and weary forehead. With pleasure-soaked eyes, dea, watching Lyle, glanced at his lower body.
Is it morning wood or Lyle… … . He had already been erect, and he looked lustful, but he seed to have a conscience, and he had no intention of penetrating dea.
Lyle swept up dea’s hair and whispered, “Get so rest.”
Lyle got up and headed to the edge of the bed, but dea’s foot struck Lyle’s leg.
When Lyle turned around, dea shook her hips and ass towards him.
“… … .”
“… …”
Both Lyle’s face and dea’s face beca red. dea glanced at Lyle and then turned to the other side. Her appearance lit a fire in Lyle’s chest, who had intented to gently leave the bedroom.
“This… … little tomboy!”
“Ha –Ohhh!”
Lyle, hugging dea from behind, entered her with his penis without hesitation.
A shaful smile spread on dea’s innocent face as he penetrated her and rode her from behind.
***
‘… … I didn’t an to do this but—’
Again Lyle, who was late for the political eting, was frustrated.
This ti, he was about four hours late. Better than his 5 hours from before, but tardiness still was tardiness.
“Would you like to postpone the eting, Your Majesty?”
“It will be too much of a bother.”
Lyle responded in a sulky tone at Sid’s suggestion, but unlike yesterday, he looked excited, and there was a skip to his step.
There was a glow to Lyle’s face. It was an eyesore for Sid, who was recently dumped by his lover.
‘No, no. If the overti work disappears with this… … I will no longer be dumped—she will take back!’
Sid had to be tied to the Emperor’s office, while Lyle had an unwavering love for work.
The Emperor was busy with work, called him, and left him at a mont’s notice—how unfair! Sid was misunderstood by his lover.
Since the Emperor was courting the Empress, Sid hoped he could say goodbye to those days he was in a deeper relationship with his work desk than his lover.
“Will you go to the palace again today?” Sid asked, sneaking a glance at Lyle.
Then Lyle’s thinly veiled happy expression beca subdued.
‘Oh, what’s wrong with you again… why is your Majesty getting so serious for… … . Why is this man so complicated?’
“Why? Does the Empress not want you to co?”
“No, it’s not that….. but… … .”
His enmity against dea was not completely resolved. Of course, the ti spent together this morning was sweet.
Still… … I keep wondering if it’s okay to forgive dea like this.
Was it even forgivable in the first place?
When I recalled that, I still felt discomfort. Intertwined with the buried disgusting mories of sexual abuse in my childhood… … I felt like I was going to vomit, but dea, precisely what she was now, today, was like a different person.
Just as people have been divided and utterly different before and after losing their mories, each look, glance, and expression were utterly different.
Now dea laughed, and I laughed in return just by hearing her voice.
No matter where I looked, I couldn’t recall the forr dea. But the two are one, and at so point, there will co a ti when they would overlap.
And Lyle was afraid of it.
‘At that mont, you’ll lose your lovely dea. You’ll never see dea in the sa way—like she is now.’
Until he completely resolved his trauma concerning dea, but… … But forgiving it was not an easy matter.
It also felt unfair that I had to forgive it in order to love dea: why and why should I let go of my hatred?
My anguish, hurt nor troubles had not yet been resolved.
And when he attempted to speak with her about it she had not been willing to apologise or understand him. In fact, dea said she exercised her rights as his wife.
How could I forgive soone that never even apologized?
Now dea has forgotten that… … Maybe I would never ever be able to receive an apology.
‘Sorry? Did I want to get an apology?’
He felt that the whole situation was unfair, unpleasant, and disgusting.
Rather he hoped that the person who made him feel this way would also suffer such distress, and instead of receiving a ‘sorry’ Lyle just wanted to get away from all of it…….
Feeling a sense of extre injustice and anger at having to be entangled and bear the brunt of all these emotions and hurt he didn’t bargain for.
It may be inevitable that humans will hurt each other, but there were still so things we shouldn’t do.
“…… no. I won’t go today,” said Lyle with a cold, subdued face.
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