Chapter 1.1

The greatest pride of the Lucretia Empire was, without a doubt, the face of Emperor Kaiser Lucretia.

When you gaze upon that perfect face, utterly devoid of any trace of humanity, you start to feel ashamed to belong to the same species and realize that true beauty can transcend nations and races, inspiring a love for all mankind.

Was it just his face that was remarkable? His tall frame filled out his uniform perfectly, with broad shoulders, an inverted triangle torso, and long legs. Even his intellect and character were flawless—he truly was the pride of the empire.

His Majesty the Emperor, whom everyone puts on their bucket list as someone they want to see at least once in their lives—I see him every day.

At work, no less.

I am Rosalyn Everhart.

The one and only personal secretary to Emperor Lucretia.

 

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“Rosalyn! Another beautiful morning!”

“Good morning. The weather is absolutely lovely.”

Rosalyn Everhart, twenty-four years old. The eldest daughter of a fallen viscount family. A breadwinner who hasn’t taken a break from working for nearly ten years, since she was fifteen.

Average looks, average brains, average personality, and even neutral brown hair and eyes—she’s the epitome of ordinary, a working woman with not a single standout feature. Except now, she’s missing the marriageable age because she’s been obsessed with her first love.

Her only strengths were being able to flash a sunny smile even in servile and humiliating situations.

Being able to swallow down the curses that rise all the way to her throat.

And having an unmatched typing speed.

‘Phew, gotta power through today too.’

The circumstances that led me from living in a rented room just three years ago—getting my hair pulled by some bratty eight-year-old little count—to becoming the Emperor’s personal secretary are rather unique.

Five years ago, after the current Emperor Kaiser Lucretia ascended to the throne, he went through ninety-nine personal secretaries in just two years. The reason? The Emperor’s overwhelmingly beautiful appearance. Not only did the secretaries fail to do their jobs because they were too busy admiring the Emperor’s divine visage, but five of them even ended up in prison for stalking him.

It was the same even when they hired men instead of women as secretaries. What could they do when even worldly old men who had seen it all would have their hearts rejuvenated and become like youths in their prime?

So the palace elders put their heads together and very carefully selected the 100th secretary. For the record, I didn’t even apply but somehow ended up as a candidate, and the imperial carriage came to fetch me, so I was half-forced to attend the interview.

I really never thought it would be me.

I was just excited about the prospect of eating some delicious pastries and collecting an interview fee while I was at the palace anyway. But in the middle of my face-to-face conversation with the Emperor, chatting about this and that, my hiring was suddenly confirmed.

“Then Miss Rosalyn, please report to work starting tomorrow.”

“…Excuse me?”

“You have become His Majesty the Emperor’s personal secretary. It is a contract position for now, but if you complete a year without any trouble, you will be made a permanent employee.”

“Whaaaat?”

The Emperor’s personal secretary. It seemed like a job beyond my capabilities, so I tried to decline, but fat chance of that. Stern-looking elders who resembled strict university professors grabbed my hands from both sides, saying, “You’re the first woman I’ve seen to eat pastries and chat with the Emperor,” but I couldn’t understand why they were so moved by this.

Well, maybe they shouldn’t make the pastries so delicious then. What did they expect me to do?

I eventually gave in to the elders’ persuasion and the promise of a generous salary, so I accepted their request.

I insisted dozens of times that I had no skills other than reading the room and typing quickly, but the elders reassured me that a secretary didn’t need any more than that. The moment I stamped the contract, they stamped tears onto the backs of their hands.

It wasn’t really the time to be so happy. Thinking that they would have to deal with any accidents caused by my incompetence since they were the ones who hired me, I began my working life as a secretary.

Fortunately, the work was easier than I’d worried it would be. Most of my job involved greeting visitors who came to the office and transcribing their conversations on the typewriter.

On days when the Emperor was away from his office for long periods, my small pleasure was lounging on the reception room sofa, munching on pastries, and then leaving the office five minutes early. On days when the Emperor worked late, I felt too awkward to leave and had to stay late too, but generally the workload was light.

A job with the lowest workload but generous quarterly bonuses? I must have used up all my luck on my career. Plus, everyone in the palace treats me like I’m some amazing person whenever they see me. All I do is taste-test pastries that the palace patissier pours their heart and soul into developing. The palace staff, including the elders, are strangely generous to me.

Today was the same. From getting off the carriage at the office to climbing from the first-floor entrance to the second-floor office, I encountered a total of 15 people, and every single one was kind to me. When I worked as a tutor at the count’s estate, no one from the footmen to the lord himself was ever kind to me. They say kindness was intelligence, and it seems like people who work in government are well-educated—even their polite smiles are chillingly pleasant.

I’m quite confident in my bright smile too, so I scattered smiles in all directions as I climbed to the third floor of the main palace where the Emperor’s office is located. The third floor has an office that only the Emperor and I can enter, a reception room for greeting guests, a work support department where about 20 people are employed, and a tea room stocked with hundreds of varieties of tea and dozens of types of pastries.

Every morning, my first task is to brew tea for His Majesty the Emperor and myself. For reference, His Majesty drinks no tea other than what I prepare. It’s because of his rather checkered past with tea.

Was it the 21st secretary, or the 23rd, who once slipped a love potion—one banned by the Ministry of Magic—into the Emperor’s tea?

The 55th secretary even conspired with a palace maid to spike his tea with sleeping pills.

No wonder His Majesty is so cautious about anything he eats or drinks.

But he always drinks any tea I brew without hesitation, no matter the type. Early on, I accidentally dropped a strand of my hair into the teapot and brewed it along with the tea leaves. When I found out and tried to change the tea, the Emperor insisted I leave it and drank it—even with clumps of my hair floating in it—without a single complaint.

I was terrified I’d be disciplined or fired from this cushy job over that mistake. But His Majesty, whose character is as admirable as his looks, comforted me, saying it would be fine even if I brewed tea with water I’d washed my hands in. I’m truly lucky to have such a generous Emperor as my boss.

“Let’s see… what tea should I try today?”

Since yesterday, the cold northern winds brought by high pressure have made the weather chilly. If you don’t keep your body warm at times like this, you’ll catch a cold. So today’s tea is ginger tea. I don’t know whether His Majesty likes or dislikes ginger tea, but for now, I need to drink it myself.

I put the tea bag and water into the top-grade magical teapot that maintains the water at a constant temperature, and as I slowly swirled it clockwise, the spicy scent of ginger spread throughout the break room. Just then, the staff from the administrative support department who had come to brew their morning coffee struck up a friendly conversation.

“Rosalyn, ginger tea today? His Majesty must like ginger tea. He drinks it after summer passes.”

“You could say that.”

I replied glibly and quietly slipped away. It’s not that I dislike the kind elites, but long conversations tire me out. Especially when the topic turns to His Majesty—they hardly ever let me go. Particularly when there are new employees around…

“Rosalyn, how does it feel working with His Imperial Majesty? You’re the only one who can enter his office.”

This kind of question gets thrown at me every single time.

I smile awkwardly and always end the conversation with the same response.

“His Imperial Majesty is a good boss.”

The curious newcomer’s face inevitably crumples with disappointment. I can almost hear their inner voice saying, ‘That’s it?’

But I really don’t have anything else to say. The palace elders advised me to keep quiet about the Emperor as much as possible, and personally, I don’t have any particular opinions to share.

“We all know he’s a good boss. He’s always so nice.”

“They say His Imperial Majesty never even furrows his brow no matter how difficult things get, right?”

But today, the elites weren’t letting me off the hook. They seemed determined not to let me retreat to the peaceful sanctuary of my office unless I threw them some kind of bone.

With my eyebrows drooping pitifully, I muttered like a sigh.

“These days we have so much work that I only get one day off per month, and I’m pulling all-nighters like it’s a regular meal, so I don’t really have time to observe His Majesty’s expressions. Today I’ll probably be glued to my desk from the moment I sit down until sunset, but since the Emperor works even harder than I do, I can’t complain.”

The elites looked at me with the melancholy sympathy reserved for fellow overworked office workers. With their sharp minds, they easily caught the gist of what I was saying. No matter how handsome the Emperor is, even working alone with him, this is just a workplace—nothing more, nothing less.

However, the new recruit, who’d only been here a month, blurted out something naive.

“Still, I think if I could see His Imperial Majesty’s face even once a day, all my fatigue would just wash away. I’ve only seen him once so far, but it made me think how glad I am to be alive.”

“…Is that so. I don’t think it’s quite to that extent.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at my offhand muttering.

“As expected of Rosalyn—a secretary who’s been by His Imperial Majesty’s side for three years without falling for him is definitely something special.”

“At first I thought Rosalyn was amazing, but now I’m worried about her. There’s a magic hospital that’s great at eye surgery—should I tell you about it?”

To salvage the suddenly serious atmosphere, I babbled whatever came to mind.

“Haha, I-I know His Imperial Majesty has a handsome face too. It’s just not my type.”

Of course, I have eyes, so I won’t deny that His Majesty’s face is, in terms of form, a perfect masterpiece of the gods.

But humans have preferences, don’t they?

My preference is my childhood friend and first love, Kai.

‘Rose, you know how much I like you, right?’

‘Kai, why are you being so sentimental all of a sudden?’

‘I’ll love only you for my whole life, and even if my entire world turns upside down, my feelings for you won’t change. Promise you’ll remember what I’m saying, okay?’

‘I only have you too.’

‘Rose, you must never forget me.’

In our childhood, we comforted each other’s loneliness, giving all of our one and only first love to each other. We were each other’s first and last love.

Kai—his name, so dear to me, is one I can no longer call.

He was a person who was the complete opposite of the Emperor in every way.

Unlike the Emperor’s hair that shimmered like spun gold thread, Kai’s black hair was messy and grown out however he pleased.

In contrast to the Emperor’s brilliant blue eyes, like melted sapphires, Kai’s eyes were red and foreboding, like the flames of hell.

Moreover, while His Majesty is an icon of capability who handles everything on his own effortlessly, Kai is an icon of incompetence who needs to be cared for in every possible way.

I know my taste is peculiar. But what can I do when even Kai’s flaws feel charming to me? Thinking this life is hopeless, I have no choice but to devote myself to Kai.

Actually, I don’t even know why I pour such unconditional love into Kai. Like a baby bird that imprints on the first thing it sees when it opens its eyes as its mother, I think I fell in love with Kai in the same way. I erased the option of being able to love anyone else long ago.

However, no one gathered in the break room affirmed my taste. The reason was that His Majesty the Emperor’s appearance destroyed all preferences.

That’s not entirely wrong either… but in my eyes, our Kai is more handsome, so what? Very occasionally I think His Majesty the Emperor resembles Kai, but I don’t say it out loud for fear of being arrested for blasphemy.

While struggling to make my way through the growing crowd to the office, golden hair that shone brighter than the morning sunlight caught my eye.

“Rosalyn.”

It was His Majesty the Emperor. He was leaning against the break room door, staring at me intently. His signature nice-but-inhuman smile was a bonus.

However, somehow I could feel sharp thorns in that rose-like brilliant smile. It seemed like no one else noticed, though.

They were so moved by seeing His Majesty the Emperor’s face after such a long time that they stood there with their mouths agape, shuffling their feet excitedly. I was finally able to avoid the people and get to the office.

His Majesty the Emperor followed me in and spoke to me gently in a voice half a tone lower than usual. As always, his unfailingly polite formal speech pleasantly tickled my ears.

“You’re late, Rosalyn.”

“I apologize, Your Majesty.”

The first rule of being a good secretary, chapter one, section one: Don’t make excuses.

I cleanly swallowed the excuse that I had been unavoidably detained by the elites and quickly offered my apology. However, His Majesty the Emperor’s gaze, which seemed strangely sharp today, didn’t soften easily.

“Is it ginger tea today?”

“Yes. Do you dislike ginger tea?”

“I like it. Anything that Rosalyn makes for me.”

“Thank you.”

Someone might get excited by the Emperor’s soulless praise, but I’m not such a novice.

The first rule of being a good secretary, chapter one, section two: Don’t overinterpret your boss’s compliments.

His Majesty the Emperor was kind to everyone and just a little bit kinder to me. It seemed like kindness was simply his nature.

Even that disposition was different from Kai’s.

‘Where could Kai be? I hope he’s doing well.’

Kai and I first met when we were 5 and 7 years old, and spent seven years together like siblings, inseparable every day. But he vanished suddenly, leaving behind only the words “don’t forget me,” without even a single letter.

Since that day, for twelve years I haven’t so much as held another man’s hand, waiting only for Kai. Because I belong to Kai, and Kai belongs to me. I’ll never forget the promise we whispered to each other every night as children.

I know I’m being foolishly stubborn. Sometimes I resent Kai for leaving so suddenly. But my longing for him runs far deeper than any resentment.

Enough to steel myself to live the remaining 70 years alone, reliving the memories of those 7 years we shared together.

Trickle trickle trickle—

Lost in melancholy thoughts of Kai, I poured the ginger tea without noticing the cup overflowing. The hot tea spilled from the cup and trickled down over His Majesty’s fingers.

“Ah!”

Finally snapping back to reality, I hastily pulled away the teapot, but His Majesty’s fingers had already long been wet.

“I’m so, so sorry, Your Majesty.”

I pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket and carefully wiped His Majesty’s fingers. Even the shape of His Majesty’s straight fingers and glossy nails was handsome. At least it was ginger tea I spilled—last time I spilled some dark-colored magic tea, and after seeing his nail color stay changed for three days, I never brew dark-colored tea anymore.

His Majesty looked up at me with beautifully curved eyes as I stood there flustered. No matter what mistake I make, His Majesty always wears the same expression. I can never read what he’s thinking, and sometimes it’s frightening.

“Rosalyn, your mind seems to be elsewhere today.”

“…How did you know?”

“Don’t I know you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, and let’s have tea together until you collect yourself. I don’t have much work today.”

I blinked as I looked at the documents stacked like a tower on His Majesty the Emperor’s desk. I absolutely wasn’t trying to hint at anything—the height of that tower was just too impressive to ignore.

His Majesty invited me to sit across from him, then personally poured tea for me. I tried to insist I should do it myself, but when we’re alone in his office, His Majesty is more stubborn than I expected.

He poured tea neatly into a teacup worth more than my monthly salary, then sat leisurely on his desk. His ruggedly large build—so out of place with his handsome face—completely obscured the tower of documents behind him.

“Rosalyn. May I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I overheard something interesting earlier.”

“…What?”

“Something about Rosalyn’s preferences?”

“Cough.”

I nearly spat out the ginger tea I was drinking and quickly ducked my reddened head, barely managing to swallow my cough. His Majesty had the nerve to fluster me like this while remaining perfectly calm himself.

“Are you curious about my preferences?”

“Very much so.”

His Majesty leaned his handsome face forward toward me as if showing it off. The surprise face attack made my head jerk back instinctively. Seeing him up close after so long, he looked even more handsome. You’d think I’d build up immunity from seeing him so often, but beautiful men are somehow new every day.

But my feelings are more like the awe you feel when you see something magnificent in nature—I still don’t see His Majesty as a man. A flawless, perfect creature isn’t my type. I prefer Kai, who only looks at me, even if he’s lacking from head to toe.

“I think I… like men who are a little imperfect.”

The Emperor tilted his chin to the side, looking surprised. Today, his persistent gaze dug deep into my eyes, as if making sure I couldn’t lie.

“You must have someone you like.”

“…Yes. He’s a childhood friend I haven’t seen in over ten years, but I still can’t forget him.”

“Is that why you don’t have a fiancé yet? Why you’ve turned down all the matches the elders tried to arrange?”

“That’s right. You might think I’m foolish, but I believe that friend will come back someday.”

“…Hmm.”

My hand tightened around the teacup. I pretended to sip my tea, swallowing dryly.

“Do I seem too foolish?”

“It’s romantic.”

“People usually call romantics fools, you know.”

“I know that, but in my eyes, fools are better than those who only pursue shallow pleasures.”

“Is that so?”

Simple-minded as I am, I broke into a wide grin the moment I heard His Majesty’s encouragement. To think I could smile so carelessly after making such a mistake this morning—that’s just like me.

‘His Majesty the Emperor really is a good boss.’

Where else in the world could you find a boss who gives personal advice during work hours and even supports you in love…? I was thinking this when His Majesty’s eyebrows suddenly tilted skeptically.

“…Your Majesty?”

“Rosalyn, let me confirm one thing.”

“What?”

“If that first love of yours appears, will you quit being my secretary?”

I waved my hands frantically in shock.

“N-no way! Kai will probably need me to feed and support him, so I have no choice but to work by Your Majesty’s side for the rest of my life.”

My darling Kai can’t do a single thing right. Not only can he neither read nor do arithmetic, but his constitution is so frail he can’t even dream of doing physical labor. I thought he might not starve to death if he at least had some manual skills, so I tried teaching him cooking and sewing, but he was hopeless at those too. He’s so pathetic that when we go hunting, he’s the one who gets caught in the traps—need I say more?

And yet, the cunning little thing would snuggle into my arms with that sly, bashful smile of his, making it impossible for me to stay angry. I always fell for that beautiful face of his, even though I knew how gloomy he could be.

“…Pfft.”

“O-of course, if Your Majesty wishes it.”

When I shrank back and watched his expression nervously, His Majesty burst into laughter as if he couldn’t hold it in any longer. His Majesty has well-aligned teeth, a handsome oral cavity, and even a beautiful uvula. Even his bobbing uvula was perfectly sculpted.

“Rosalyn really does like simple-minded people.”

“Y-yes… somehow it turned out that way…”

“I’ll cheer you on.”

“Yes, thank you!”

I clenched my fist, silently steeling my resolve to feed and support Kai.

Maybe it was because His Majesty had put me in such a good mood, but work went smoothly. Today I didn’t make any mistakes except for spilling soup on the desk.

Clack-clack-clack, tap-tap-tap-tap!

The cheerful sound of the typewriter echoed through the office all afternoon. I was so focused on my work that I didn’t look at His Majesty’s face even once, but somehow he seemed to be in a good mood too.

When His Majesty is in a bad mood, he doesn’t see any visitors and just sits across from me staring at documents. But today he met with three of the old ministers and swiftly handled tedious agenda items. The fact that His Majesty’s workload varies depending on his mood is a secret only I know.

As I was finishing up my work, I suddenly remembered our morning conversation. Why had His Majesty been curious about my preferences? Was he trying to set me up on a blind date? Come to think of it, what kind of woman does His Majesty like?

Maybe because things were relatively quiet, all sorts of thoughts crossed my mind. Come to think of it, during the three years I’d been His Majesty’s secretary, his private life had been excessively clean. Covering up secret scandals is part of a secretary’s job, but I’d never even caught a glimpse of that kind of work.

“Hmm…”

He didn’t seem to dislike women, but as far as I knew, there wasn’t a single woman who’d been personally involved with His Majesty. The only woman who could dine alone with His Majesty was… probably just me.

“Oh.”

“What’s wrong, Rosalyn?”

“It’s nothing. I just misspelled something.”

I was annoyed. I might habitually make other mistakes, but I never mess up my typing. It really was dangerous to let your mind wander during work.

I pulled the paper from the typewriter and dabbed magic correction fluid on the wrong letter. As I was blowing on the paper to dry the correction fluid, His Majesty quietly approached my desk.

“A rare mistake.”

“…Yes.”

“May I ask what interesting thoughts caused you to make such an unusual error?”

“You’re… curious about that?”

“Always.”

His Majesty scrunched his nose slightly as he smiled, then flicked my forehead with the tip of his index finger. Seeing how he wanted small talk today, work must be pretty boring for him. Well then, I should entertain him. Tactfully alleviating your boss’s boredom is one of a secretary’s essential skills. Roughly chapter 1, verse 17 of secretarial virtues.

“Just… Your Majesty’s preferences? I was curious about what kind of woman you’d like.”

His Majesty’s eyes widened in surprise, and he stroked the corner of his mouth with his large, elegant hand. Unconcealed joy spread across his bright face. I don’t know why he’s this happy about it, but at least I seem to have hit the right note, which is a relief.

“Rosalyn, why were you curious about my preferences?”

“Because you asked about mine. And since Your Majesty doesn’t keep anyone by your side, I can’t guess on my own.”

“I keep Rosalyn by my side.”

“I’m your secretary though…?”

“Is Rosalyn only here because I’m the emperor?”

Of course.

A perfectly reasonable answer came to mind immediately, but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. My natural instincts were insisting that now was the time for flattery.

“I think I’m lucky to work with the most wonderful boss in the world.”

Good. A flawless answer without any unnecessary frills.

However, His Majesty’s reaction was lukewarm. His nice smile remained, but the light that had been sparkling excessively in his eyes dimmed.

“Continue with your work, Rosalyn.”

“Yep.”

Clack, clack clack clack.

I turned off my wandering thoughts and focused on work again. I didn’t get a proper answer from His Majesty, but I wasn’t particularly curious about his response anyway.

“Phew, finished.”

Six o’clock sharp. I let out a satisfied breath after completing the last document. I sneakily rolled my eyes to gauge His Majesty’s mood, and just then our eyes met as he happened to be looking at me.

“You finished early today.”

“Yes… What about you, Your Majesty?”

“I’m finished for today too. The remaining work can be done tomorrow.”

“Really?!”

“You may leave for the day.”

Thrilled by my first on-time departure in nearly two months, I rushed out of the office without even changing my shoes. Tonight, I’m going to read that erotic novel I’ve been saving late into the night before going to bed. My feet practically bounced with excitement.

I was waiting for the palace carriage that takes you from the main palace entrance to downtown when I felt something odd—the chilly wind threading between my toes.

“…Huh?”

Just as I suspected. No wonder my feet felt so light. I had come down wearing only my indoor slippers.

“Ugh.”

What an idiot. What if someone saw me?

With a grimace, I passed through the main palace entrance and went back up to the third floor. I hope going back in doesn’t result in new work assignments that’ll keep me from going home. Chewing on my anxiety, I opened the office door…

Thwack thwack thwack! Thwack thwack!

A sound duller and more viscous than typewriter keys struck my ears. It was sticky, like something wet rubbing against itself.

“Your Majesty, are you in…”

I stepped into the office and froze in place.

“Ahh, Rosalyn, my Rosalyn, ah, fuck.”

Thwack thwack thwack!

Thwack thwack thwack, squelch, schlick, thwack!

“……”

Thwack thwack thwack thwack! Thwack! Thwack thwack!

Schlick, thwack, thwack thwack thwack!

“……”

What the fuck.

The noble and virtuous Emperor, revered by all his subjects, was masturbating, crudely jerking his cock.

Right in front of my desk, no less.

His usually pristine golden hair was disheveled with sweat, and his breathing—which never faltered even during horseback competitions—was panting like a dog under the blazing sun. His smooth skin, without a single visible pore, was flushed red—as was only natural.

His sacred blue eyes glinted red, like a snake brimming with lust.

At that moment, I met His Majesty’s eyes.

“…!”

I stood frozen like a statue, unable to move a muscle.

But even after recognizing me, His Majesty didn’t stop his vulgar hand movements.

If anything, he seemed to move even faster.

“Rosalyn, ngh, ahh.”

Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack!

THWACK!!

He kept calling my name in a voice thick with arousal, then spilled his foamy, cloudy semen all over the typewriter. His semen seeped stickily between the gaps of the black-brown typewriter.

I stared wordlessly at his tip, still standing erect even after climaxing, then barely managed to move my trembling legs and fled from the office.

 

***

 

His Imperial Majesty had been a good boss.

Up until just 12 hours ago.

Thwack thwack thwack! Thwack thwack!

The damn noise from upstairs brought back the shocking scene I’d witnessed last night. Actually, the noise was just an excuse—from the moment I left the office until now, the image of His Majesty mas-, mas-, masturbating wouldn’t leave my head.

“AAAAHHH!!”

You fight noise with noise.

After yelling loudly toward the ceiling, I jumped up and grabbed my hair. There was less than an hour left until work.

‘What should I do?’

I had no idea. My problem-solving skills have always been in the gutter, so no good solutions came to mind. I thought maybe quitting was the answer, but I couldn’t even imagine quitting my job as an imperial secretary and going back to being a tutor.

The salary was a whopping 5.8 times higher. With incentives, it was nearly 10 times more. When I thought about the pay, I couldn’t bring myself to submit a resignation letter. I had family who depended only on me and enormous debts to pay.

If it had been any other coworker doing something like this, I would have reported them to the police and at least gotten some settlement money. But my opponent was the Emperor, above all others. More than that, it was questionable whether the police would even believe me. The whole world might not believe my story.

Even if someone did believe me… there would be dozens of crazy women who’d consider it a reward. To be honest, I wasn’t exactly disgusted by it either. That damn perfect face of his made even his masturbating look like performance art rather than something dirty.

But this wasn’t right. From now on, whenever I see His Imperial Majesty, I’ll picture him masturbating, and every time I type, the sound of his self-pleasure will overlap in my ears.

Tap tap tap tap, tap, clack!

As the noise from upstairs echoed, the pupils, stained with lust, that could be seen through disheveled blond hair, floated before my eyes. That gaze that looked at me as if I were the only person in the world was needlessly poignant, and ridiculously enough, it made me think of Kai.

“…I really must be going crazy.”

How could I push my pure Kai toward a pervert who scatters semen over someone else’s typewriter?

“……”

…No, wait. Come to think of it, Kai wasn’t exactly pure either. I just turned a blind eye because I didn’t mind his dark, persistent stares, but by now, that guy might have grown into quite the pervert himself.

Imagining Kai having grown into a pervert made me feel a little proud. It would be nice if he directed those desires only at me. As long as that guy could live happily, I could endure anything.

But the Emperor’s desires… I didn’t have the confidence to handle those. If the Emperor didn’t just see me as an object of his perverted sexual desires, but genuinely liked me…

“No, no, no. That can’t be. What would His Imperial Majesty possibly see in me to like? Even if that were the case, it wouldn’t make sense.”

I let out a sigh so deep it could sink the ground and pulled out the darkest clothes from my closet. If I didn’t have the courage to quit, I still had to go to work, didn’t I? I needed to prevent the Emperor’s abnormal sexual urges from erupting, so I thought I’d chosen clothes that would keep his desires in check as much as possible.

But His Imperial Majesty seemed to have a different opinion about my outfit.

“Good morning, Rosalyn.”

His gaze as it swept over me from head to toe was far from ordinary. Though his greeting was casual, there was a strangely lingering note in the way he said my name.

This man had been caught by me in such a compromising scene yesterday, yet he didn’t seem to feel even a grain of shame. I knew that the Emperor’s unfaltering smile was an impenetrable fortress that never crumbled in any situation, but it seemed His Majesty was even more brazen than I’d imagined.

So that was fortunate. The Emperor seemed to intend to treat yesterday’s incident as if it never happened, just like me. I faced the Emperor with a sunny smile as if nothing had occurred.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Good morning.”

Perfect. I didn’t stutter, and my voice didn’t shake. I thought this was excellent acting, but…

Splash—.

My oblivious hand splashed tea all over the Emperor’s desk. My hand trembled pitifully as I wiped the surface with a handkerchief. Thump. Thump. Thump. My heart pounded so violently I could hear it in my ears. I hadn’t checked, but my face was surely burning as red as a beet.

“Rosalyn.”

His Majesty called my name and gently grasped the back of my trembling hand. Startled, I jerked my hand away from his and stumbled backward.

His burning gaze bore down on the top of my head. I couldn’t bring myself to look up. I kept apologizing without context over and over before hurrying back to my seat. Anyone could see I was fleeing, but I had no choice.

‘Phew…’

I barely managed to collect myself and sat down at my desk. The desk that had been splattered with white semen was now spotless as new. Still, it felt unsettling. I couldn’t bring myself to run all ten fingers over this typewriter.

‘Was yesterday really the first time? Just how many times has semen been splattered on this typewriter…?’

I clenched my teeth and shook my head vigorously. Unless I was planning to submit my resignation, this kind of thinking was poison.

Clack-clack, tap-tap-tap-tap-.

The entire time I buried my head in documents and pounded away at the innocent typewriter like I was trying to break it, I could feel His Majesty the Emperor’s blatant stare. My cheeks stung from being glared at so intensely. I thought that as long as I didn’t run into the Emperor, I could make it through until quitting time, since he had outside business scheduled for the afternoon.

But this damn Emperor showed no signs of budging from his seat even though it was past time for him to leave. I had no choice but to speak to the Emperor.

“Your Majesty, aren’t you going?”

“Going where?”

“You have that outside engagement for the equestrian competition.”

“Ah, I canceled it.”

“Why…?”

His Majesty’s lips twitched as if he might answer my question, then curled up into a sly smirk. That sinister smile sent chills racing down my spine. It was a type of expression I’d never seen on the Emperor before.

“Because Rosalyn is avoiding me.”

“……”

Damn it, I shouldn’t have asked.

His Majesty apparently had no intention of pretending yesterday never happened.

Why? How come? If someone caught you in such an embarrassing situation, wouldn’t you want to hide it even more?

While I was at a loss, rolling my eyes around helplessly, the Emperor perched himself on my desk. My entire body went rigid like prey caught in a predator’s grasp. My fingers, stuck to the typewriter, started randomly pressing the same key over and over again.

Without saying a word, he toyed with the ends of my hair, then whispered in a voice that had sunk, damp and heavy.

“Are you going to keep avoiding me?”

Yes.

“…No.”

My lips trembled as I barely managed to push out that answer. The gaze that had been pinning me down like it might devour me relaxed slightly.

“I see.”

Surprisingly, he backed down easily, adjusting his shoes and walking toward the office door. I stared blankly at his lean silhouette, more graceful than a sculpture, and absently parted my lips.

“Where… are you going?”

“To the jousting tournament.”

“…What?”

With a smile as solid as a mask, he slowly turned the door handle.

“I didn’t cancel it. The external engagement.”

“…!”

“See you tomorrow, Rosalyn.”

 

***

 

Should I quit my job?

While waiting for the carriage to the imperial palace, I seriously considered it. I hadn’t slept properly for about 60 hours since witnessing that incident, and I wasn’t in my right mind, and at this rate, I’d definitely end up suffering from insomnia for a long time.

Every time I closed my eyes, that shocking scene I couldn’t forget would flash before me. When I managed to doze off briefly, I’d dream about the Emperor. Even worse, in the dream, devoted secretary Rosalyn was helping His Majesty masturbate. It was enough to make me want to jump out of my skin.

“Haaaaah…”

Today, the Emperor didn’t even have any external appointments or regular audiences. In other words, just the two of us. We would be trapped in his office together all day.

There was no decent solution, and as my anxiety only grew worse, I dutifully got off the carriage to the imperial palace and walked toward the Emperor’s office. That’s how terrifying force of habit can be.

I went up to the third floor, prepared tea out of habit, grabbed a few snacks, and entered the office. Just as I was catching my breath while looking at the Emperor’s empty chair, a low voice came from behind me.

“Rosalyn got here first.”

“…Yes.”

When his damp breath touched the crown of my head, goosebumps ran down my neck. I desperately needed to secure a safe distance from this pervert. Without spilling a single drop, I set the tea on the Emperor’s desk and fled to my own seat like I was running for my life. But then.

Click.

The sound of the office door locking echoed starkly through the silent space.

My shoulder blades stiffened as I instinctively sensed danger. No matter how much I tried to rationalize that I’d misheard, it was useless. The door was locked. He went out of his way to lock a door that was already as good as locked, since no one but the Emperor and I ever came in.

“Why… are you locking it?”

My voice trembled pitifully at the end. I hoped the Emperor would give me a decent answer, if only out of pity for my sorry state.

“Ah, because I’m in heat.”

“……”

Oh, damn.

His Majesty seemed to have just decided to go crazy.

No, seriously, why? Can’t he just live like a normal person? We were fine until 61 hours ago.

Unlike me, who had turned pale with shock, the Emperor was calm—no, downright leisurely. For someone who had just declared he was in heat, his face was far too neat.

‘I… I must have misheard.’

I repeated this to myself like a mantra as I sat down. No matter how crazy His Majesty’s words were, ignoring him and doing my work was the only option I had left.

I couldn’t exactly ask him how he’d ended up in heat, could I? What if he answered that it was because of me?

‘Get it together and work. Work.’

If I buried my face in the typewriter (which once had traces of semen on it) and worked as I did yesterday, quitting time would come soon enough. There was the potential ambush of overtime… but somehow I’d manage to leave eventually.

…Right?

I darted my eyes around to secure the fastest escape route. The office door was close to His Majesty’s desk and could be blocked, so the best plan would be to feint and catch him off guard before making my escape. If that method failed, I’d have no choice but to open the window and jump from the third floor. There was soft foliage spread out below, so while I might break a bone, I probably wouldn’t die.

If I got injured, I could file for workers’ compensation and be isolated in a hospital room, so that wasn’t a bad option either. It seemed like a half-insane idea, but it was the right answer. I wasn’t in my right mind right now.

Click-clack, click-clack-clack-.

Even while I was dazed because of the Emperor, my fingers dutifully carried out their work. It was partly avoidance. The Emperor seemed to have spoken to me a couple of times, but I couldn’t really remember. After hearing him say he was in heat, it felt like my brain was processing the Emperor’s sweet voice with a beep- sound.

Clack-clack-clack-clack, click-clack, clack-clack-clack!

The suffocating silence of the office, where it felt like my windpipe was being squeezed in real time, was pierced only by the ear-splitting sound of typewriter keys. The relentless barrage of striking sounds felt like my already damaged brain was being brutally pummeled.

But…

But you see…

Tap-tap-tap, tap-tap.

Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack, squelch, thwack-.

For a while now, I’ve been hearing another typewriter sound that’s off-beat with mine.

His Majesty the Emperor couldn’t possibly be holding a typewriter… and there shouldn’t be any other secretary here besides me…

The sound seems somewhat… sticky…

Thwack-thwack-thwack, squelch, thwack-thwack-thwack, schlick.

“……”

No. It can’t be.

Come on, surely not. What I’m thinking isn’t happening 90 degrees to my right, is it? It’s work hours right now. No matter how much of a supreme pervert among perverts the Emperor is, he wouldn’t be shameless. Please. Oh God, please.

Ah, right. I’m just hearing things. I’m losing my mind from lack of sleep, and I’m just hearing that sound from my dreams repeating over and over.

I truly wanted to believe that with all my heart…

“Mmh.”

My eyes squeezed shut at the unmistakable moan with a clear source. My weakened fingers drooped limply over the typewriter.

I was done for.

Realizing that denial was no longer of any use, I waved an invisible white flag and turned my head toward the Emperor. The worst-case scenario I had imagined was unfolding right before my eyes. His Majesty was leaning back lazily in his chair, stroking his pillar-like, erect cock as he masturbated. Even the Emperor’s member was the finest in the empire. At first glance, it was so impressively sized you might mistake it for a forearm—it was remarkable how he had managed to conceal such a thing until now.

“Haah, Rosalyn, hah.”

Squelch, schlick, tsk, smack-!

The Emperor smiled sweetly, his clouded eyes crinkling as if he had been waiting for me to turn around. Even in the midst of this, the depraved movement of his hand showed no signs of stopping.

“Rosalyn, uh, now that you’re finally looking at me, haah, fuck.”

He trembled all over as if delighted by my contemptuous gaze. His swollen pink tip gushed clear fluid like a broken faucet, spurted out in streams. The viscous liquid turned milky white as it mixed with the friction against his palm, like freshly ejaculated cum.

I stared at the obscene spectacle in stunned silence for a moment. My mind went blank. Even as my consciousness drifted away hazily, the thought suddenly crossed my mind that his cheeks and glans, both flushed red like luscious peaches, were stunning.

Was that the only thing that was beautiful? The angle of his furrowed brow, the trembling of his eyes clouded with pleasure, even the creases of his slightly bitten lips were flawless. Without realizing it, I swallowed hard. It was remarkable—he had such an incredible face that he could elevate even the most perverted acts into art. The fact that he carried himself with such shameless confidence only made it more so.

“Nngh… Rosalyn, hah.”

He stared at my face intently while violently stroking his thick, long cock. His lewd gaze slid over me as if undressing me. Perhaps in his imagination, I was bent over the desk beneath him, crying out similar moans. As my thoughts reached that point, I felt a physiological shiver while my lower abdomen clenched heavily.

“Nngh, Rosalyn, Rosal, ah, aah.”

Thick white streams shot high into the air before scattering in all directions. His cum splattered everywhere, from the desk to the carpet; there wasn’t a spot that hadn’t been hit. Even—

Tap.

His cum flew onto my neatly combed bangs. As the white substance dripped down and landed with a tap on the bridge of my nose, the Emperor’s hand movements became even more violent. Thick veins bulged in the grip that clutched his rigid shaft.

Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!

His cock, swollen to nearly weapon-like proportions, showed no signs of subsiding after just one climax. If anything, it seemed to grow larger the more he touched it, which was terrifying. Regardless of its bizarre performance, the shape was pretty, almost as if it had been molded. I’d heard through the grapevine that slightly upward-curved cocks were ideal for giving women pleasure, and his was exactly that shape.

Splurt—.

“……!”

Another load shot out into the world, this time landing on my upper lip. I couldn’t be sure if that crazy pervert had aimed for it, but either way, it was a direct hit. I carefully wiped away the cum, making sure none of it slipped between my lips, then cautiously asked Mr. Pervert.

“How long are you planning to keep this up?”

He pulled the wet corner of his mouth into a right-sided grin.

“Until Rosalyn helps me.”

“…….”

Good God.

What kind of upbringing creates such a hopeless pervert? The people would never believe their emperor is this far gone, even if they died and came back to life. Outside, he maintains his dignified facade with a neat, unblemished face, looking like someone who’s never even tried masturbation, yet here in front of me, he’s shamelessly stroking his cock during work hours without an ounce of shame. The contradictory duality of it all made my head throb.

“If you help me, I’ll cum just one more time and then get back to work.”

The devil flicks his bright red tongue and makes an utterly absurd temptation. Normally I wouldn’t fall for such twisted logic, but my rational judgment had been clouded for far too long now. If I could stop this endless parade of masturbation, I felt like I could do anything.

“Hmm? Rosalyn. Haah.”

His voice called to me coaxingly, and my legs moved toward him as if bewitched. My mind was blaring sirens warning me not to approach this dangerous pervert, but my body was recklessly brave beyond measure.

The closer I got, the stronger the pungent scent of night flowers became. It was similar to the expensive pheromone perfumes sold at magic shops. Maybe they actually made those perfumes based on the emperor’s cum. That has to be nonsense on my part.

“Closer, Rosalyn. Just a little more.”

As soon as I entered the reach of his arms, he wrapped his strong arm around my waist. My balance gave out instantly, and I tumbled straight into the emperor’s embrace.

“Ah!”

His cock, covered in white foam, pushed up under my skirt. His hot, heavy shaft rubbed against the inside of my left thigh. The emperor hugged my lower back tightly with both hands and buried his high nose against my neck. His hot breath tickled my tender skin, making my upper body shiver.

“Haah, hah, Rosalyn’s scent. Mmph, hah.”

“Mmh…”

“Rosalyn, hah, you’re feeling it too, aren’t you?”

“That’s not what I—ahh!”

He suddenly bit my neck and licked my bare skin in circles with his wet tongue. He bit down on the thin flesh of my nape, then licked upward as if applying medicine, repeating the motion until breathless moans escaped me involuntarily. I was definitely wearing a dress buttoned all the way up to my neck, but this pervert must have undone the front buttons on his own.

“Mmph, ngh, stop.”

“Rosalyn, hah, that’s your flaw—you can’t be honest. Why lie when you like it so much?”

“Please, not there…”

He restrained my body with both hands while methodically undoing the front buttons of my dress with his neat teeth. Before I knew it, the curves of my breasts above my undergarment brushed his lips. He buried his nose deep in my dewy cleavage and inhaled deeply like someone starved for oxygen.

“Hah, this is driving me crazy.”

He growled in a half-hoarse voice and left his marks across my entire upper chest with his lips, as if pinching with them. He was relentlessly persistent, like a child wanting to leave footprints all over a courtyard covered in fresh snow.

“Rosalyn.”

“Mmph, hng.”

“Hiding these filthy tits—fuck, you covered them up just so only I could suck on them, huh?”

“Hah, ahng. Ah.”

I wanted to snap back asking what kind of bullshit that was, but all that came out of my lips were strained moans.

With his lips buried against my white, full breasts, he looked up at my disheveled state with satisfaction, then slyly brought my right hand forward. The moment my fingertips touched his slick glans, my entire body flinched and shuddered.

“What’s wrong, Rosalyn? You wanted to touch my cock, didn’t you?”

What? Me?

Feeling utterly wronged, I bit my lips tight and shook my head back and forth. Even if I admit a hundred times that I thought it was pretty, that didn’t mean I wanted to touch it.

“Liar. You couldn’t take your eyes off my cock this whole time.”

That’s, that’s, I mean…

As his hot cock slid against my entire palm, all thoughts evaporated and disappeared. He wrapped his hand around my right hand and slowly moved it up and down.

Squelch, schlick—the lewd wet sounds and his moans, wrapped in ecstasy, mingled and echoed through the air. His completely unfocused blue pupils trembled as if he was about to lose his mind at any moment.

“Hah, haah, Rosalyn, mmph, fuck…!”

His face, gasping as if he couldn’t breathe, collapsed helplessly onto my chest. The flesh rod I was gripping pulsed like a heartbeat, then with a sudden spasm, spurted out sticky fluid. Lukewarm cum seeped between my fingers.

“Haah, hng, hah…”

Even though I wasn’t the one who came, a rough moan escaped me involuntarily. My heart pounded against my ribs—thump, thump, thump. Blood rushed to my head, blurring my vision.

After trembling in my arms for a while, the Emperor lifted his head, and his flushed face filled my entire field of vision. He blinked his moist eyes hazily and whispered like an innocent boy who knew nothing about love.

“Rosalyn, I like you.”

Without giving me a chance to respond, he pulled my face close as if to press our lips together. Our damp breaths mingled at close range. Just as my wet lips were about to be swallowed, I lost consciousness.

 

***

 

‘Where am I? Is this a dream?’

As I blinked my eyes open, the dazzling chandelier light made my vision swim. Even with my imperial secretary salary, I’d have to save for ten years to afford a crystal chandelier like that. If I stole it, could I quit my job?

A hollow laugh escaped me at the absurd flow of thoughts. Before long, my eyes grew heavy again. A beloved and familiar voice sweetly filled my ears.

“Rose, sleep comfortably. You need more rest.”

Ah.

It’s Kai’s voice.

“Mmm…”

My lips were damp as if a dog had licked them. Cold droplets flowed between my slightly parted lips. The water moistening my tongue was as sweet as the elixir of life. Though my burning thirst eased just a little, it wasn’t enough.

Like a baby bird begging for food, I eagerly opened my mouth wide. Something cold and round smoothly adhered to my tongue. Ice. Sweet ice, as if coated with honey.

I rounded my lips as if sucking on candy and gently rolled the ice around. The surface of the ice was drenched with water, as if someone had already melted it. After licking it for a while, the ice became small enough to swallow right away. Just as I parted my teeth to crunch the smaller piece of ice, it slipped away from my lips.

“Want more?”

A seductive whisper brushed against my ear at just the right moment. Unable to hold back, I whined pleadingly.

“More… more, gimme…”

“Ah, when you’re that cute, it makes me want to give you something else.”

“Mmm. Ice… gimme ice.”

“Alright. Rose.”

…Rose?

Only my family and Kai know that name.

Hearing my pet name—one the Emperor would have no reason to call me—my consciousness flickered dimly to life.

But before I could fully come to my senses, a new piece of ice was placed in my mouth. I rolled the ice around much more skillfully than before, drinking the water.

By the time three or four pieces of ice had dissolved in my mouth, my heavy eyelids lifted and bright light filtered in. Golden hair that sparkled more brilliantly than the sun shimmered before my eyes. Sapphire eyes that glittered as if they were made from melted sapphire appeared so close, it was as if our lips were about to touch.

“…Mmph?”

I wanted to voice my confusion at this bewildering situation, but my mouth was blocked by ice. The Emperor blinked bashfully and moved his lips, making the ice spin around.

“!”

Wait, was I sharing the same piece of ice with that guy?

Once I grasped the situation, my mind snapped to full alertness as if ice water had been poured over my entire body. I wanted to push him away immediately, but he was already on top of me, dominating my body.

“Mmph!”

It was useless to try to turn my face away to escape him. His lips clung persistently along with the half-melted ice. He cupped my cheeks with both hands and used his thumbs to pry open my lower lip, holding it in place.

The ice, slick with his saliva, rolled against my parted tongue tip. He had no intention of letting me go until the ice was completely melted. Thanks to the heat inside our mouth, the ice melted rapidly. Our soft lips, which had been barely brushing against each other, pressed together, sticky and wet, as our tongues tangled messily around the ice between them.

“……!”

I tried to resist the forced kiss by pounding his shoulders with my fists and kicking at him with my knees, but it wasn’t enough to stop him as he pressed down on me with his heavy, solid body. Because we were separated as children, I’d never even shared such an intimate kiss with Kai. To think my first kiss would be with this perverted Emperor.

‘I hate this. I hate this. I really hate this.’

I couldn’t stop his tongue as it swept in like a whirlwind. Even when I tried to bite down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood, I couldn’t muster any strength in my jaw. He tried to catch my tongue as it retreated deeper inside, prying my lower teeth open with his thumb, then shoved his tongue deep into my throat. His tongue roughly stirred the water pooled in my mouth—slosh, slosh—and water dribbled out through the corners of my mouth, forced open. The ice had completely disappeared without a trace.

He licked up the water that had spilled down to my chin as if it were precious, then clamped down and noisily sucked on the base of my tongue as if it were ice. Our tongues tangled chaotically, and my head, which I couldn’t control, twisted wildly in all directions. Hngh, hng—pained moans escaped from deep in my throat. It was purely a physiological response as I tried to catch my breath, but unfortunately, it only seemed to fuel his excitement.

He opened his mouth as if to devour me, tangling his tongue so deep it nearly reached my throat, while his hands—clearly full of shameless intent—gradually moved downward. His feverishly hot hands pulled aside the front of my shirt, where all the buttons had fallen off and grasped a handful of my soft flesh in one hand. He thoroughly kneaded my breasts, clearly satisfied, then found the peaks and circled them with his fingers.

“Hngh.”

When my nipples, hardened beneath the thin undergarment, scraped against his fingernails, my hips bucked involuntarily. He tormented the taut, swollen buds, pressing down, then suddenly pulled my undergarment down.

“!”

My full, white breasts bounced as they sprang out. The cool air brushed against my firmly erect nipples, making my chest tremble. An indescribable shame washed over me. My mind grew hazy, unable to form a single coherent thought. He pulled his lips away with a pop and slid down my limp, unresisting body.

Smooch, smooch, smooch—his lips stamped a trail from my neckline to my heart, then swallowed the soft flesh of my breast in one mouthful and bit down. As he sucked deeply on my nipple, a jolt of electric pleasure tingled and spread through me.

“Ahhh!”

As if confirming my reaction, he lifted his head slightly and licked upward, teasing my sensitized peak. He flicked the tip with his tongue—tap, tap—drumming against the hardened bud, while his other hand pinched my nipple between his thick fingers and kneaded my breast as if to make my nipple stand. My hips twisted involuntarily.

His rock-hard member pressed down firmly against my pelvis, then slithered down toward the center, seeking the deep valley between my legs. As his heated shaft rubbed and searched for the proper entrance, involuntary moans escaped me like steam being released.

“Haah, haaah…”

Saliva I couldn’t swallow dripped down under the sheet along with my moans. The more intense my reactions became, the more his sinister hands grew more intense. His skill at twisting and pinching my most sensitive spots before gently soothing them, drawing out pleasure to its absolute limit, was far from ordinary. All I could do was surrender my body to this unfamiliar ecstasy and pant like a dog.

“Haah, hik, st-stop, please, ahhh!”

Just from having my breasts sucked, my vision spun. At this rate, I wouldn’t be able to refuse whatever he did to me. I tried to lift my hand, which twitched repeatedly in rhythm with his tongue movements, to push his head away, but my hand just slipped off weakly.

“N-no, I don’t want this, ah, this… mmh, s-stop.”

Despite my mouth saying no, my body faithfully responded to his movements. My shoulder blades fluttered with each slurping, sucking sound, and my neck arched like a bow. I resented my depraved body that went completely against my will.

A pervert is suddenly sucking on my breasts. No matter how handsome he is, no matter if he says he likes me, he’s still just a pervert. I can’t believe my body is helplessly enjoying this.

“Really, ngh, no, haah, ahh, ngh…”

Tears that had been pooling in my stinging eyes rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t tell if they were tears from being overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, or tears from self-loathing. But then—

“Rosalyn… are you crying?”

The Emperor, noticing that my panting had changed, released the breast he’d been sucking and hurriedly moved up to my face. His fingertips trembled as he wiped away my tears, as if he were the one who had been subjected to something disgraceful.

“I told you, sob, that I didn’t want this, huuugh.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I thought Rosalyn liked it… you definitely seemed to enjoy it, so why?”

What the hell is this perverted bastard talking about?

His absurd response made my tears stop instantly. At least I was relieved that it put the brakes on this crazy bastard before he went all the way.

I glared at him venomously as I hurriedly pulled the front of my clothes closed. Seeing the mottled red marks spread across my pale chest made me sigh involuntarily.

“Move aside, Your Majesty.”

“Rosalyn.”

“Now.”

Despite having harassed me with all sorts of perverted acts, the Emperor stepped back with a hurt expression. Fortunately, he seemed to have no intention of laying his hands on me any further.

“Where are we?”

“The Emperor’s bedchamber.”

“Why am I in Your Majesty’s bedchamber?”

“Because Rosalyn collapsed.”

Ah, I remembered. I had collapsed while helping His Majesty with his m-masturbation.

“You should be fine now. You drank three bottles of my personal recovery potion.”

“……”

No wonder my body felt light despite having gone through such an ordeal. But I had no intention of being grateful that the Emperor had shared his medicine with me. After all, he was the one who had created the need for recovery potion in the first place.

“What time is it now?”

“Nine o’clock.”

“Nine in the… evening?”

“……Morning.”

“……”

The golden evening hours had already passed, and it was somehow time for work. I couldn’t believe it, nor did I want to. But the bright sunlight pouring cheerfully through the large east-facing window insisted it was morning.

“Rosalyn.”

“……Yes.”

“Take the day off at home today. I’ll process it as sick leave.”

Ah, so he does have a shred of conscience left.

The Emperor, well aware of his own misdeeds, was the first to suggest sick leave, and I had no reason to refuse.

“Thank… you.”

I clicked my tongue in displeasure as I hurriedly straightened my clothes. My fingertips were still trembling, making it hard to fasten the buttons. Some buttons were even missing in the middle. It looked like the world’s most high-ranking pervert had bitten them off and spat them out onto the street.

‘What should I do…? Should I leave work clutching some files? If I ask for money to fix my clothes, he’d probably pay, right?’

Before I could even ask, the Emperor, noticing my clumsy fingers, spoke first.

“Rosalyn, I’ve prepared some clothes for you to change into.”

He gently took my hand and led me to a mannequin covered with white cloth. When he pulled the cloth away with his toe, an expensive dress, hat, and shoes—enough to cost me three months’ salary—were revealed.

The Emperor fidgeted with our clasped hands, his face flushed with embarrassment that was nowhere to be seen when he was shamelessly acting like a pervert.

“I prepared these clothes thinking they’d suit you well, Rosalyn, but I missed the right timing to give them to you and just kept them stored away until now. Would you accept them?”

Unlike when he declared he was in heat, the Emperor was unnecessarily long-winded. What a truly strange person. Maybe he has two personalities? A reasonable suspicion arose—perhaps he becomes a different person when his brain controls his dick versus when his dick controls his brain.

“…Yes. I’ll change and then leave.”

It was better to wear new clothes, even if they felt a bit uncomfortable, than to leave work with my blouse gaping open at the front. Actually, I did like the dress. The ivory color complemented my brown hair well. Anyway, there was no deeper reason than that. But the Emperor was so happy he could have jumped for joy just because I accepted his gift.

“See you tomorrow, Rosalyn.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

I double-checked whether this response was appropriate before leaving the Emperor’s bedroom. Fortunately, the corridor was empty, so I didn’t run into anyone. The whole time I waited for the carriage, prickly stares clung to me from all directions. Everyone else was arriving for work while I was the only one leaving, so they probably envied me.

“Sigh…”

Sorry, but I’d be fine with coming to work right now if only I could get my peaceful daily routine back. Please.