Chapter 1.3

Black, shaggy hair and ominous red eyes.

A hunched back and awkward, shifty gaze.

My creepy prince, Kai, appeared before me.

“Oh, h-hello, Rosalyn.”

“H-hello…?”

Why is Kai calling me Rosalyn? He should be calling me Rose. Maybe it’s awkward because it’s been so long?

That wasn’t the only strange thing.

Kai’s face looked weird.

He definitely seemed like Kai, but…

He looked like someone had frozen Kai, thawed him out, dried him out, then thrown him down.

What on earth happened to make him look so ruined? I could deeply understand how that lady felt when she was shocked by my made-up face.

This can’t be right. He shouldn’t look like this.

Maybe because his face wasn’t what I’d expected, my heart—which had been pounding loudly in my ears until Kai walked in—went quiet. It was so quiet, I wondered if it was even beating.

“Rosalyn, I missed you so much.”

“Uh… yeah… me too.”

Even his confession that he missed me didn’t make my heart flutter—instead, a fleeting thought crossed my mind that maybe it would have been fine if I’d just kept missing him.

I’d always heard that it was wise to leave first loves buried in memories, but I never dreamed that would apply to my situation. Are humans really such visually sensitive creatures?

‘Did I… did I fall in love with Kai’s face?’

Just thirty minutes ago, I’d been confident I was ready to love Kai no matter what he looked like, but now I wasn’t so sure. I tried to rekindle some affection by bringing up old memories, but he had partial amnesia—he couldn’t remember anything except my face, name, and voice.

Of course, I felt terribly sorry for him about that. But that didn’t bring back the excitement that had fled.

My mood plummeted rapidly. Even with my favorite cream pasta sitting in front of me, my fork wouldn’t move. I had no appetite. I wasn’t disappointed in Kai. I was disappointed in my love, which I’d thought was unconditional.

‘Maybe the reason I couldn’t forget Kai all these years was because I never found a man more handsome than him in ten whole years.’

This thought made me feel even more miserable. I’d always thought personality was more important than looks in a man. It felt like my lifelong values were crumbling to pieces.

“R-Rosalyn, what’s wrong? Does the pasta not taste good? Should we go somewhere else to eat?”

“…Actually, I’m feeling a bit queasy. You should eat plenty. You said you couldn’t eat well in the south.”

When I quietly pushed my plate toward Kai, his fork moved as if he’d been waiting for it. He buried his nose in my plate and started inhaling the cream pasta.

“…Oh.”

I felt like I might cry. The old Kai used to hurt more than I did when I was sick, and if I couldn’t eat anything, he wouldn’t eat either. No matter how much I pushed a spoon toward him and told him to eat, he would never open his mouth.

Was it because his memories were gone? Or had time changed him? Either way, the sadness was unbearable. If Kai hadn’t been sitting across from me, I would have burst into tears—my chest ached that much.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah, munch munch, it’s good, munch.”

“……”

He must be eating like this because he hasn’t been able to eat well for a long time. I told myself to feel sorry for him as I gazed out the window…

“…Huh?”

I saw a tall, handsome man with black hair and red eyes walking toward me. He looked more like Kai than the real Kai did. His gait and posture weren’t like Kai’s at all, but the way he stared at me—as if I were the only person in the world—was definitely Kai’s.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heart, which had stopped, began beating again. My head felt dizzy, and heat rushed to my face. The closer he got, the more my throat burned and my breathing quickened. It was only natural that the tears I’d been about to shed retreated completely. Even with the real Kai right in front of me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that man.

Despite wearing a simple black shirt and black pants, he stood out more than anyone dressed in fancy clothes. His thick chest muscles caused the buttons on his shirt to strain apart. The taut fabric rippled precariously, looking like it might burst at any moment.

“Rosalyn, what are you looking at?”

“Huh? Nothing.”

I quickly pulled myself together and straightened my upper body, which had been twisted toward the window. Facing Kai, who was fidgeting with his fingers while watching me nervously, guilt surged up inside me. I felt sorry for letting my attention wander, even briefly, after promising to like only him for the rest of my life.

After moistening my parched throat with orange juice, I put all my effort into giving him a bright smile.

“Kai, you know you’re the only one for me, right?”

“Rosalyn, I also—”

CRASH!

Before Kai could finish his sentence, his face was slammed into the table. A large hand with bulging veins gripped the back of his head firmly.

Soon after, a familiar voice came from above my head.

“Sorry, but this one’s a fake Kai.”

It was His Majesty the Emperor’s voice.

When I looked up, I saw the Emperor with his black hair and red eyes glaring down at Kai with eyes that looked like he could kill someone.

“Your Majesty? How did you get here…”

“Ha, you can’t recognize a fake Kai, but you spot me like a ghost.”

“A fake Kai…?”

Wait, a fake Kai? What did that even mean? As I parted my lips to speak, a piece of paper fluttered down onto the empty plate.

“Read it. Count McCollin did something interesting. That senile old man.”

The paper he handed me contained personal information about the fake Kai. His real name, his hair color before dyeing, and even his place of origin. The only thing the fake Kai and the real Kai had in common were their red eyes.

My hands trembled violently. Everything had been a lie. Even as I shuddered with betrayal, my mind became crystal clear as the puzzle pieces fell into place.

‘No wonder I didn’t feel excited or moved when I met Kai. My instincts were right.’

Having successfully protected my beautiful pure love, I finally let out a sigh of relief, placing a hand on my chest.

“Take him away.”

“I, I was wrong. Please, spare my life… Ahhhhh!!”

Men in black clothes appeared from somewhere and dragged the fake Kai out of the cafe. The moment the chair where the fake Kai had been sitting was empty, His Majesty claimed it as if it had always been his, sitting down with authority.

“Rosalyn, I thought you promised to stay home and nowhere else.”

His cold voice, which I was hearing for the first time, made my blood run ice-cold. A suffocating silence followed. My body, seized by preemptive fear, trembled violently.

But despite my terror, I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. I had always known the Emperor was handsome, but only today did I truly feel it.

‘Black hair and red eyes are just unfair.’

My heart, thrown off its normal course, raced without limits. My face must have turned as red as his irises. Even remembering that he was a hopeless pervert couldn’t cool the heat rising within me.

His snake-like eyes rolled smoothly up and down. Wherever his gaze lingered, a tingling warmth spread over me. My hips kept twitching and my body writhed restlessly.

“Why did you break your promise?”

“…Th-that’s…”

My trembling lower lip was pressed between my teeth. My mind felt like mush, unable to form a single coherent thought. Only his hair and eye color had changed, yet even his voice sounded different. I’d always thought his deep tone was pleasant to listen to, but this current voice—so chillingly low it made my knees weak—was even more to my taste.

“Did you enjoy lying to me and thinking you could go wag your tail at another man? All dolled up with makeup and your hair done—you looked absolutely thrilled.”

He let out a few shallow, bitter laughs before spitting out his words in a tone that sounded like he was chewing on curses.

“And you wore the clothes I bought you while meeting another man?”

“……”

That accusation stung, leaving me speechless. I tried to force my stiff tongue to move and apologize, but the Emperor’s foot gently traced up my shin from under the table. The hem of my skirt rustled and crumpled as it was dragged up by his foot.

“If it were up to me, I’d strip you bare right now, but I’m holding myself back.”

His toes, curled tight, slipped smoothly between my knees. He kneaded and tapped the soft flesh of my inner thighs before pressing firmly against one side of my groin. I jolted in shock and quickly turned away, but his long legs pursued me relentlessly.

“Ngh, Your Majesty… not there.”

Unlike me, who was redder than the grapefruit juice across the table, His Majesty’s expression remained cold and composed.

“What’s wrong, Rosalyn? Is something the matter?”

His shameless face, acting as if nothing was happening, left me flustered. With his chin resting on the back of his hand, he watched me leisurely while moving his foot however he pleased under the table. His big toe, having reached all the way to my groin, gently grazed my sex through the thin layer of fabric. The sharp sensation that shot through my lower belly snapped me back to my senses.

“Your Majesty, this is a ca-cafe…”

“No one can see.”

His smile was unusually sinister compared to usual. He wasn’t wrong. With the tablecloth hanging down so long, unless someone came right up beside us, it would be hard to notice what was happening under the table.

But that wasn’t the problem. The sensation of three toes wriggling, nestled in the gap between my thighs, was just too…

“Ngh.”

At my raw reaction, His Majesty’s lips curved even more satisfyingly. He flexed his toes in circular motions and whispered nonchalantly.

“Rosalyn, you just warned me this was a cafe, yet you’re making such faces and letting out such moans. What am I to do?”

“……”

I clenched my teeth and shook my head frantically. I meant for him to please stop, but His Majesty seemed to interpret it however he pleased.

“You want to do this somewhere other than the cafe?”

“No, don’t… st-stop… ngh.”

He chuckled wickedly and asked as if to confirm.

“Ah, you’re telling me to stop.”

When I nodded my head, his toes moved up and down in rhythm with that motion. My lower body felt as if it were on fire, burning hot. The more I became aware that my intimate area was being roughly explored, the less I could keep my composure. The thin underwear clinging to my tender flesh grew damp with moisture. The more I twisted my hips trying to pull away from his toes, the wider the area of contact only became.

“Rosalyn, you have no shame. If you’ve done wrong, you must be punished.”

“Still… this is…”

“Didn’t you say you were prepared?”

“…Ngh.”

Who could have been prepared for something like this?

“Your Majesty, please…”

“Please what?”

“I was… wrong, so please stop.”

When I whimpered and hung my head, the Emperor’s foot finally withdrew from my sex. He wiped his wet toes on the inside of my thigh and whispered darkly.

“You’re wet.”

“……”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“……”

What are you saying, you crazy pervert.

I clamped my thighs tightly together to prevent his foot from invading again and shook my head vigorously. I didn’t want to be treated as the same type of pervert who would rummage through a woman’s genitals with his foot in broad daylight at a café.

However, the world’s most handsome pervert cleanly dismissed my opinion and imposed his own arbitrary interpretation.

“You’re not being honest. Your lower mouth was dripping, as if it enjoyed it.”

I sipped my drink, pretending not to hear him. He watched this with apparent interest, then tapped my shin with his toe.

“So.”

“…?”

“How are you going to make me feel better? If you don’t want punishment, you should at least try to please me.”

“Really? I just need to make you feel good?”

“Do you hate punishment that much?”

“Of course.”

“You’ll end up enjoying it anyway.”

“……”

No, I won’t.

My head was spinning. I thought the Emperor had returned to normal over the past few weeks, but he had only been hiding his perverted side; he hadn’t changed. It was a truly despair-inducing realization.

I cautiously asked while gauging the unpredictable pervert’s mood.

“So… instead of punishment, how can I make Your Majesty feel better?”

“Hmm… will you do anything I say?”

“No. I’ll hear you out first.”

“Ha. That’s nuts.”

The Emperor chuckled and lowered his head, his silky hair cascading down. His eyes, partially hidden by his hair, moved smoothly from side to side. I was instantly captivated. A surge of instinctive admiration welled up inside me.

‘I must be crazy.’

I was definitely a goldfish with only three seconds of memory. This is why handsome men are bad for mental health.

The Emperor immediately noticed that I had softened towards him and slowly reached out to stroke my cheek. He carefully removed the strands of hair that had fallen across my face, tucking them delicately behind my ear one by one, then fiddled with my earlobe as he asked: “Go on a date with me.”

“What?”

“Everything you were going to do with fake Kai, do it with me. All of it.”

Despite his commanding tone that dropped all formalities, his voice somehow sounded desperate. He seemed almost frantic, like a man desperate to go on a date with me.

‘…This is strange.’

A gentle breeze seemed to blow in my chest, like butterflies fluttering their wings. I found myself nodding as if under a spell.

“Okay.”

His eyes crinkled like a boy who’d just succeeded in confessing to his first love. This was cheating. Looking like the grown-up Kai but smiling like he did as a child made me want to indulge his every whim.

I stood up first and gave him a firm warning.

“But no perverted stuff.”

“Sorry, but I can’t promise that.”

“……”

I’m screwed.

 

***

 

“Are you serious, Rosalyn?”

“……Yes. You said you wanted to do what I was going to do with Kai.”

The Emperor standing in front of the Imperial Exhibition Hall let out a hollow laugh as if he couldn’t believe it.

The Imperial Exhibition.

The world’s largest museum where you can enjoy the culture of all regions of the Lucretia Empire and its allied nations in one space. It’s the Empire’s most famous tourist destination and consistently ranks as the number one place that country folk want to visit when they come up to the capital, but…

“Rosalyn, you haven’t forgotten who planned and created the Imperial Exhibition, have you?”

“The 17th Emperor Kaiser Lucretia created it.”

“That would be me.”

“Yup.”

The Emperor’s red eyes narrowed into thin slits. Even though his reddish lips didn’t move, I could almost hear him thinking, ‘Do we really have to go on a date in the office I’ve visited several times a month?’

“Record-breaking crowds. The Imperial Exhibition’s popularity hasn’t waned for a full year now.”

“…?”

“That’s from yesterday’s newspaper article. The reporter did their research accurately. I suppose this is when you’d use the phrase ‘packed like sardines.'”

I rattled off excuses to his profile, which was clearly radiating displeasure. If this were work hours, I would have apologized first and suggested changing locations, but this was personal time, wasn’t it? Well, I was still with my boss, but still.

“But I… I really wanted to show Kai around the Imperial Exhibition. It’s Your Majesty’s masterpiece…”

The longer I spoke, the more my voice shrank. The Emperor looked back and forth between me and the bustling exhibition entrance, then asked as if to confirm: “Why today of all days?”

“…”

“You don’t have some ulterior motive, do you?”

“…?”

What motive?

When I tilted my head in confusion, unable to decipher the Emperor’s meaning for quite a while, His Majesty leaned close to my ear and explained it himself.

“You didn’t deliberately pick a crowded place, did you?”

“…Ah!”

Right. A crowded place would be safer than being alone together in a closed room. I hadn’t intended it, but it was a perfect choice, wasn’t it?

When I couldn’t hide my delight, the Emperor’s gaze grew even more displeased. He let out a quiet sigh as if disappointed by my innocent reaction, then suddenly grabbed my hand.

“But instead, I can’t let go of your hand.”

His fingers tickled my palm as they slipped between mine. Our clammy fingers interlocked without any gaps. I could feel a rough, pounding pulse from his hot palm—thump, thump.

“…Yes.”

My mouth went dry and my voice cracked at the end. I had only given him my hand, yet my head felt more dizzy than when our lips had touched. My heartbeat, half a beat faster and shallower than his, hummed in my ears.

‘Why am I acting like this? Is it really because of the black hair and red eyes?’

I kept stealing glances at his hair and eyes before subtly asking:

“Your Majesty, may I ask you something?”

Reading my gaze, he beat me to it and asked: “About my hair and eye color.”

“…That’s right. Is it magic dyeing?”

“That’s right.”

“Why all of a sudden…”

His grip on our clasped hands tightened. He leaned closer as if inviting me to admire his hair and eyes, then answered with clear, deliberate enunciation.

“Because Rosalyn seems to have a preference for black hair and red eyes.”

“…”

Heat spread up the back of my neck. It was even more embarrassing because it was an undeniable truth.

“Does it suit me?”

“…No.”

I reflexively answered the opposite and quickly turned my face away. I didn’t want to give him the answer he wanted so readily. Among all the men I’d seen in my life, I had thought Kai looked best with black hair and red eyes, but it felt unfair that the Emperor had stolen that position from him. So I absolutely wouldn’t acknowledge it.

However, the Emperor seemed to see right through my thoughts, letting out a leisurely, knowing chuckle. Which made him even more insufferable.

“I’ll check your tickets. Are there two adults?”

“Yes, here they are.”

When I handed the VIP tickets to the reception staff member, he was startled and looked at my face again for confirmation. He seemed to recognize me and broke into a bright smile.

“Ah, Secretary Rosalyn! Did you come with an acquaintance?”

“You know my name?”

“What Imperial Exhibition staff member doesn’t know Secretary Rosalyn? On the days when His Majesty the Emperor visits and Secretary Rosalyn comes along, we all get so excited that…”

The staff member finally shut his mouth when he felt the terrifying murderous aura emanating from behind me. He trailed off and scratched the back of his neck before muttering a perfunctory greeting.

“Ahem, I hope you have a pleasant visit.”

“Yes, thank you.”

I also gave an appropriate greeting to match the atmosphere and was about to head inside when His Majesty deliberately addressed the staff member.

“You there, what’s your name?”

“Why do you want my name…?”

“I was going to recommend you as a courteous employee.”

“…”

That’s a lie. Who gives off such a menacing aura when they want to compliment someone? However, the staff member, whose brain was as guileless as his face, boldly shouted out his name.

“Dieter Grandel! Thank you!”

“Dieter Grandel, I see.”

“……”

His red eyes flashed ominously. Even as he was swept inside by the crowd, he kept muttering Dieter’s name endlessly. It definitely wasn’t the tone of someone memorizing a name to recommend a courteous employee—it was more like someone etching the name of their parents’ killer into their heart.

Worried about Dieter’s fate, I cautiously spoke up.

“Your Majesty, you’re not planning to do anything strange to that staff member, are you? Like abuse of power…”

“Rosalyn, how hurtful. What kind of talk is that? Where else would you find an emperor as fair and just as me?”

“That’s… true, I suppose.”

“You’re not taking the side of that bastard Dieter who stared at Rosalyn’s face for a whole 15 seconds, are you?”

“…No, I’m not.”

I kept my mouth shut, worried that if I said anything more, innocent Dieter would end up suffering because of me. However, His Majesty still hadn’t gotten over his anger and made no effort to hide his displeasure.

“Anyway, I hate crowded places.”

Actually, I felt the same way. The mix of everyone’s body odor had been making me dizzy for a while now. At least His Majesty’s shirt smelled nice, which was a relief. I felt like I could finally breathe if I buried my face in his chest.

“It must be stuffy to breathe. The smell is pretty nauseating with all these crowds. We should add more ventilation.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then…?”

“They’re all only looking at you.”

“……”

That’s not true. They’re not looking at me—they’re looking at Your Majesty’s face. I think the reason the crowd is particularly drawn to this area is because of you.

While His Majesty the Emperor with golden hair and blue eyes boasts perfect features like a divine creation, His Majesty with black hair and red eyes has pioneered new horizons of beauty, so to speak. He may have succeeded in hiding his identity, but he failed to hide his stunning looks.

However, His Majesty dismissed my opinion lightly and led me into the dimly lit exhibition hall. It was a wise decision. As his face disappeared into the darkness, the crowd noticeably thinned out.

The Emperor held only my hand tightly and quietly toured the exhibition like a genuine visitor. He seemed interested in the very act of viewing his own great achievements through the eyes of a spectator.

We had passed through the Eastern, Western, Southern, and Northern civilization halls, and before we knew it, we had reached the final Ancient Civilization Hall. Time had flown by as we began sharing stories about the hardships we’d endured to successfully host the Imperial Exhibition. Memories of the times I spent with His Majesty when he was still just an ordinary person came flooding back, making me feel inexplicably sentimental.

He and I simultaneously let out sighs as soon as we arrived in front of the most difficult item to acquire at the Imperial Exhibition—the tomb of the ancient magical kingdom. Thinking about how much His Majesty and I had struggled to persuade that stubborn Master of the Magic Tower brought tears to my eyes.

“Rosalyn.”

“Yes?”

“This is nice too. I’m glad we came to the Imperial Exhibition.”

“I’m relieved. I didn’t get to meet the real Kai, but coming as visitors was a good experience too.”

“I’m glad I came with Rosalyn.”

“……You came here with me often though.”

“This is different. Today is a date.”

He tilted his head at an angle and suddenly stole a kiss. A quick, hot touch—like being scorched by fire—brushed lightly against my skin before pulling away. Perhaps because there were so many people watching, it was quite an innocent kiss. Maybe that’s why, unlike before, it wasn’t unpleasant. Rather…

‘It’s tantalizing.’

I shook my head vigorously, trying to dispel the thought that had suddenly surfaced. The more I did, the more my reddened cheeks burned. His blatant gaze lingered over my flushed skin, then his lips touched my bare nape. Hic—my breath hitched.

Smack, smack, smack.

As if he’d forgotten that countless crowds had gathered at the exhibition hall, he left red stamps on my white nape. With my back pressed against the wall and crowds of people surging in front of me like spawning salmon, there was no way to escape his lips, no matter how hard I tried.

“Please stop. Can’t you see all these people…?”

“Is it okay if there aren’t people around?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“……”

What on earth was he talking about?

His half-lidded eyes glistened with lust, hazy and slick with desire. They were the eyes of someone completely aroused. It was impossible to imagine that this was the same man who had kissed me so innocently just moments before—his gaze was now shamelessly lewd. The filthy fantasies playing out behind those wicked pupils were laid bare, with nothing to hide them. He clearly wanted to strip me naked right here and make me cry out.

“Rosalyn.”

“…Yes?”

“When are you going to give me my reward?”

“A reward? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“I held back today, so you should give me a reward.”

“…?”

What kind of miraculous logic was that?

He’d made a fuss about punishing me however he wanted, and now he was demanding a reward. I couldn’t make sense of this pervert’s way of thinking. It seemed like he just blurted out whatever came to mind about wanting to do things with me. When I glared at him in silence, he pressed his lips to my ear and murmured.

“Rosalyn has no idea how much I’m holding back. Do you know how hard it was for me to suppress the urge to drag you away every time we passed those emergency stairwells and storage rooms hidden from people’s view? Even now, I’m restraining myself from wanting to sneak into that magical tomb with you and leave our secret, intimate marks there.”

“……A tomb, you mean that artifact?”

The Emperor’s lips curved into a wicked grin. That chilling smile snapped me back to my senses. This bastard really wasn’t normal. I felt secretly relieved that I had chosen a crowded place for our date, but even then, he’d managed to spot secluded spaces where we could be alone. Emergency stairwells were one thing, but a tomb was genuinely shocking. And knowing him, he was definitely capable of following through on it.

“If you don’t like that, then give me a reward.”

“Uh, what kind of reward?”

“Come to work tomorrow without panties?”

“……You’re not serious, are you?”

“Or you could come here and take them off.”

This crazy bastard.

The Emperor looked over my horrified face intently, then chuckled low in his throat. He wrapped himself around me as if overpowering me, under the pretense of protecting me from the pressing crowd.

It struck me anew just how large he was. Hidden behind the Emperor’s large, imposing frame, I thought not even my fingertips would be visible to others. It meant that no matter what he did to me here, other people wouldn’t know. The entire exhibition hall was deafeningly loud—screaming would be useless.

“…Your Majesty?”

As I shrank back in sudden fear, he chewed on my earlobe and whispered.

“I won’t do anything here.”

“……”

“I hate even the thought of you brushing against other men, so I’m doing this. Do you really think I’d strip you naked in a crowded place like this?”

Well, that’s a relief, I suppose… Though I’m not sure if I should actually call this a relief.

“Honestly, you’re so oblivious, Rosalyn. You have no idea how many people were staring at you in the exhibition hall today. If I were a tyrant like the 13th Emperor, infamous in history, I would have gouged out the eyes of anyone who looked at you with that filthy, lustful gaze.”

“…Wha—what? Gouge out their e-eyes?”

My voice trembled as I heard myself speak. The Emperor was clearly not in his right mind. He stroked my pale cheek with the back of his hand, then effortlessly put on the mask of a benevolent ruler.

“I’m joking.”

“Er…”

“Why are you so tense?”

Because you talk like a madman.

I was genuinely confused. My superior for the past three years, Kaiser Lucretia, had been a paragon among paragons—a wise ruler with character as flawless as his handsome face. But now, the image I had of him was utterly shattered. I was almost curious enough to study what kind of twisted upbringing could create such a double—or even triple—personality.

He remained unfazed by my contemptuous gaze. His smile was unnecessarily bright as his eyes crinkled cheerfully. My head was spinning. Just before we’d reached the final exhibition hall, I’d thought I could return home without incident, but apparently that was nothing more than wishful thinking on my part.

“Ugh, I don’t like this.”

“Open your mouth, Rosalyn.”

I desperately shook my head and pushed against his chest. I had no idea how we’d ended up in this emergency stairwell. I was sure we’d been leaving the last exhibition hall through a gap in the crowd, heading to the gift shop, but when I came to my senses, we were in an empty corridor. His Majesty, with his seriously good memory, had apparently memorized the entire layout of the Imperial Exhibition grounds.

He’d suddenly pressed me against the dim wall and wedged his right leg between mine. My crotch was pressed against his firm thigh. When he applied pressure and rubbed between my legs, my lower belly reflexively twitched.

“Come on, hmm?”

“…….”

“I’m so thirsty I can’t stand it anymore.”

His thick-jointed fingers frantically worked at the tender flesh inside my lips. Saliva I couldn’t swallow leaked through my clenched teeth. He eagerly pressed his lips forward as if delighted, lapping up and swallowing the drool that had spilled. His bright red tongue tip tapped between my upper and lower teeth, slowly prying the space open. Two fingers slipped quickly through the slightly parted gap.

“Ahh….”

He wiggled his thick fingers up and down, poking at the roof of my mouth and pressing down hard on my tongue. Saliva pooled abundantly under my tongue. It was useless to try swallowing the saliva that was about to overflow by gulping with my throat. Every last drop of my saliva belonged to him.

He firmly supported my chin with one hand and forced my mouth wide open, shoving his tongue deep inside. The thick, flexible flesh, more substantial than his fingers, thrashed around in my mouth like a powerful eel. Not only could I not swallow my saliva, but I could barely breathe. My breath caught all the way up to my chin, and my vision blurred.

“Ugh… hah…”

He greedily stirred around inside my mouth while sliding both hands that had been gripping my face downward. His fingers fumbled along my neck, plunged deep between my collarbones, then his hand slipped down beneath the softly swollen mound.

Just his touch alone made my skin burn as if blood had rushed to the surface. He gently caressed my breasts through the fluttering silk, then grabbed the fabric at my chest and yanked it down with force. With a ripping sound, white flesh surged out.

“…!”

I could maybe tolerate a kiss if I really had to, but this was going too far. Even though this was an empty emergency stairwell, we were still outside, and I wanted to avoid the disgrace of having my clothes torn and my breasts sucked in a place like this.

But no matter how much I pounded his chest, pushed against his shoulders, or clawed at his hands and neck, he wouldn’t stop. The more I resisted, the more intense the movements of his tongue and fingertips became.

When he gently scraped the root of my tongue, then slurped noisily as he sucked in my entire tongue, and flicked my erect nipple with his closely trimmed fingernail, a boiling moan spilled from deep in my throat.

The cunning Emperor didn’t miss that faint signal. He pressed the tip of his hard length tightly against my sex and rocked his hips, as if trying to push inside. Even as he did this, his merciless hands kept squeezing and rolling my hard nipples without pause.

“Mmph… ah, ngh…!”

It was ridiculous how I was pinned beneath this man who was toying with me as he pleased, letting out heated moans, but I couldn’t pull myself together. Only my mouth and breasts were being touched and sucked, yet sharp waves of pleasure spread throughout my entire body. It felt like my body wasn’t my own anymore.

Saliva dripped down my chin and fell onto his fingers that were pinching my nipples. He spread the slick fluid across my areola, then moved his lips down from my tongue that he’d been tormenting. My swollen, reddened peak was swallowed in one gulp.

“Ah, ahh, ah…!”

Finally my mouth and tongue were free, but all that came out in my half-hoarse voice were shrill moans. It was as if someone had scrambled my brain into a complete mess—I couldn’t think of anything at all.

He greedily grabbed both breasts and buried his face between the damp mounds, licking up the sweat that had seeped out like a dog. I was panting as I looked down at him, when he suddenly jerked his head up without warning. When our eyes met—his filled with madness—chills ran down my spine.

“Ah, Rosalyn, you’re so beautiful. So beautiful I feel like my cock might burst.”

His member twitched as if it might tear through his pants at any moment. I felt a jolt of fear. Surely this pervert wouldn’t unzip himself here. He was still an emperor, after all—he wouldn’t do something so insane as to pull out his cock just anywhere…

Ziiiiip—

As if mocking my thoughts, he pulled down his zipper and freed his menacingly erect cock. Seemingly aroused to his limit, clear fluid dripped steadily from the slit at the tip of his throbbing head. The pungent scent of male musk hit my nostrils sharply.

What was he planning to do with that thing here? Just as I was suddenly overcome by anticipatory fear, he turned me to face the wall. Gently cupping my cheek to prevent my face from being crushed against the cold surface, he lifted my skirt with one hand.

A cool breeze hit my exposed buttocks. Horrified, I kicked back at his shin with my heel and cried out desperately.

“Y-Your Majesty? Here, th-this… this kind of thing… I don’t like it. Ah, ahh… Ngh.”

But he stuffed his fingers into my mouth and whispered in a thick, low voice.

“Rosalyn will like it too.”

His hot, hard flesh kept tapping against the inside of my thighs as it slowly moved upward toward my perineum. My labia were slick with a mixture of all kinds of fluids. He pushed my soaked panties aside and slid his cock along my dripping pussy.

“No, ngh…”

I tried to push my hips forward as much as I could to escape his heavy cock pressing against me, but it was no use. He spread my labia wide open and wedged his shaft tightly between them. My sticky pussy flesh clung to his cock as if it were biting down on him.

“Mmm, look how prettily Rosalyn’s pussy is gripping my cock.”

“Ngh…”

How was I supposed to see that?

As if he didn’t care about my opinion, he shoved his fingers deeper into my throat, where they’d been stirring around. His fingers drove in until I was on the verge of gagging, tapping and tickling my throat while pressing down heavily on my tongue. At the same time, his hips moved slowly back and forth, grinding as if he were imprinting the shape of my pussy onto his cock.

Squelch, squelch—obscene wet sounds spread lewdly through the air. The tickling sensations transmitted through my tender skin made my lower belly clench tight. The feeling of my hypersensitive clitoris rubbing against that mucus-coated shaft was undeniably ecstatic. Love juices gushed out with wet gulping sounds, making the friction even more slippery. My weakened legs trembled uncontrollably.

“Haah…”

“See, didn’t I say Rosalyn would like it too?”

“Ah, ngh… n-no…”

“No?”

When he put force into his hips and thrust his cock upward, my whole body shuddered and my back arched involuntarily. Delighted by the moans pouring out, he suddenly jerked his hips rapidly. Slap, slap, slap—the fluids splattered and dripped onto the floor.

“Aah, ah, ah…!”

My toes curled and my pelvis twisted back and forth, overwhelmed by the fierce pleasure crashing over me. As my neck arched back sharply, as if he’d been waiting, he sank his teeth deep into my pale nape.

His merciless fucking picked up speed. Smack, smack, smack, smack—each time my pussy and his cock stuck together and pulled apart, my lower belly convulsed violently.

“Ahhng…! Hah, haah, ngh…!”

Soon the burning pleasure shattered into fragments in my belly before exploding, and a massive wave of ecstasy swallowed me whole in an instant. Even as I trembled and reached climax, his cock shaft continued tirelessly gouging and pounding into my pussy.

Ngh, ngh—rough gasps burst out along with tears from sheer physical sensation. Only then did he pull his hand from my mouth and pressed his soft lips against mine. Unlike the merciless movement below, his kiss was gentle. I floundered in the tingling afterglow, panting heavily.

“Mmph.”

He let out an agonized moan as he tangled his tongue even deeper. His cock, writhing like a living thing, spurted cum again and again. White semen splattered messily across my inner thighs and the hem of my skirt.

“Ah, haah, Rosalyn…”

“Haah, ngh, hnngh…”

After reaching climax together, the Emperor and I were literally a complete mess. There wasn’t a spot from head to toe that wasn’t covered in bodily fluids. He endlessly pressed his lips to the only dry spot left—around my cheeks.

Chu, chu, chu.

“Hah, Rosalyn, my Rosalyn.”

Chuup, chu, chu-.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty I’m going crazy, ah, I want more, why is this so sweet, shit. Hah.”

His heated breath tickled my ear and traced along my neckline. His hands, which had been gripping my waist tightly, moved back up to my breasts. He squeezed my full mounds as if he might burst them, then rolled my nipples between his thick, protruding knuckles. The arousal that had subsided after climax began to tingle and raise its head once more.

“Mmh…, ngh.”

“Just hearing your moans makes me want to cum, ah, Rosalyn.”

He wrapped his steel-hard thighs tightly around both of my legs. Power naturally gathered in my groin as his cock pressed against my pussy, which had gone soft and loose. Just the gentle grinding made my heated breath burst forth. His low, husky moans mixed madly with my high, thin whimpers.

The slow friction sounds quickly became urgent. His cock, which had grown even harder rather than softening after cumming, quickly and lightly flicked over my clit. The pleasure peaked sharply, making my mind go hazy. As the climactic sensation that seemed ready to break at any moment stretched on, my limbs curled up and I panted as if I might suffocate.

“Your Majesty, ugh, this is strange, strange…, now, haa, stop, please…, ahh!”

“Ah, so cute. I love it when Rosalyn acts coy too.”

“Acting coy, haa, that’s not, ahhh.”

Thrust, slap slap slap, slap slap slap slap-!

“I know Rosalyn loves it when I torment this spot.”

His cock, which had been subtly avoiding my most sensitive point, shifted its angle slightly to grind directly against my most sensitive spot. The pounding pleasure was so intense I couldn’t even moan. I could only gasp for breath with my mouth hanging open like an animal.

Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap-.

The slippery head of his cock pounded up against my exposed clit at a steady pace. His hands busily plucked at my nipples while slowly kneading my breasts. With my whole body restrained, forced pleasure crashed over me from above and below. It was overwhelming, I wanted to escape, but not even a moment’s respite was allowed.

“Haah…, hah…, ahhh!”

After several short climaxes in succession, a long orgasm surged through me, so intense I could barely control my body. He pulled my trembling body tight against him and poured lewd talk into my ear.

“Rosalyn, I haven’t even put my cock in your pussy and you’re already feeling this good. When I shoot my load inside you, you’ll love it so much your eyes will roll back.”

His wet tongue traced around my ear before sucking on the sensitive opening. As if frustrated that he couldn’t shove his cock into my lower hole, he thrust his tongue—hard as his rigid member—into my ear canal and rubbed it frantically. The wet, squelching sounds echoed loudly in my head. The sounds were twice as obscene as the sensations themselves. It was just my ear being penetrated, yet it felt like my very soul was being violated by him.

“Mmph, hnngh…”

“I can’t tell you how lovely it is that your body is so sensitive, Rosalyn. Ah, I think I’m going to cum.”

He gripped my hips tightly with both hands and frantically rubbed against my pussy, which had become sensitive beyond measure. He would pull his tip back to my entrance, then thrust in all the way until his coarse pubic hair pressed against me, over and over—dozens of times. Finally, he let out a heavy breath and smeared his thick, sticky, white cum messily all over my flushed skin.

“Next time, I’ll fill you up until you’re stuffed.”

When he gently caressed my uterus with his long fingers as if tracing over it, a chill shot down my spine. The thought that next time I might actually be penetrated made me snap to attention.

“N-no. I don’t want any more. Hnngh…”

A moan reflexively burst out as the head of his cock pressed firmly against my clit. I resented my body for faithfully responding with pleasure even as my mouth said no. He rubbed the love juices and cum from his cock onto my white buttocks as he whispered slowly.

“I know Rosalyn’s true feelings well. You don’t need to say anything more.”

Feeling choked up, I faced him head-on and burst out shouting.

“That’s not true! You pervert!”

He widened his eyes in surprise, then soon smiled, his eyes curving in satisfaction.

“Ahh, good. Tell me more.”

“……”

“Rosalyn cursing is so cute. The way your lips purse when you call me a pervert is so cute, I think my cock’s going to get hard again.”

His red eyes, tainted with madness, sank into an indescribably sinister darkness. It seemed my defiance had properly hit his provocation switch. I twisted my body desperately trying to escape from this lunatic who wouldn’t listen to reason, but he suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace from behind.

“Hngh… No. Nooo… Go away, please, you… you crazy bastard.”

“It’s all because of Rosalyn. You’re so pretty and cute and sexy that you’ve driven me insane.”

“You freak, psycho, lunatic, ugh, fuck, I’m seriously losing it.”

“Good, hah, good, keep going, yeah?”

“……”

Realizing that no matter what I said, I couldn’t deal him any damage—only bring him joy—I bit down hard on my lower lip. Now the only option left to me was to plead by appealing to his humanity.

“Please let me go home. This is too much, Your Majesty.”

“Just once more. Just one more time.”

“Ahh…”

Just as I let out a sigh of resignation, the sound of someone approaching from the upstairs staircase reached us like salvation.

Creak—

“Are we not supposed to go in here?”

“Let’s head downstairs for now. We have to exit from the first floor anyway.”

“…!”

Click-clack—

 

My body froze at the approaching footsteps, but His Majesty quickly found a hidden door and slipped inside. Hidden behind black curtains, we listened to the murmur of countless people moving about beyond the curtains as we barely managed to straighten our clothes.

He slicked back his sweat-dampened hair, zipped up his pants, and looked completely unruffled, as if nothing had happened. I thought my dress would be half-torn at the chest, but when he pulled the ribbon to readjust the shirring, it seamlessly returned to its original state, as if by magic.

Gone was any trace of the man who had forcefully possessed me on the emergency staircase—he had returned to being the gentle emperor. The speed of his personality shift was so startling it left me bewildered.

“Your makeup is all gone. I must have sucked it all off.”

“……”

“You’re beautiful even without makeup. But seeing you put extra effort into your makeup, to show other men—it really made me lose my mind.”

He delicately smoothed the hair that had stuck to my face and gently pressed his lips to my forehead. I turned my head away from his kiss and pushed firmly against his chest.

Then I threw myself into the crowd.

“Rosalyn!”

“Don’t follow me!”

Of course, he ignored my words and pushed through the people to reach me, grabbing my wrist as he pleased. I violently shook off his hand and shouted clearly.

“If you don’t let go of this hand, I won’t come to work tomorrow.”

“…Rosalyn.”

“Hurry up and let go of my hand.”

Taking advantage of his loosened grip, I ran without looking back. Even after running for a long time, I felt uneasy, as if his gaze was still clinging to the back of my head.

 

***

 

All night, unable to sleep, I dreamed of Kai.

It was before the fall of Count Evlit’s house, where Kai’s mother had worked as a maid. The Everhart Viscounty served as vassals to Count Evlit, receiving stipends from the count to manage his territorial affairs. Even then, our circumstances weren’t good. All the nobles in the northeast were in the same boat. It was around the time when merchants from the southwest began walking around with their noses in the air, looking down on the old noble families of the northeast.

The Everhart family lived in an ancient castle that Count Evlit had built long ago. The castle was far too large for the household it sheltered, making maintenance and upkeep a constant burden. Meanwhile, Count Evlit himself lived in a proper mansion, essentially dumping what amounted to a troublesome relic on his vassals. Still, Father was grateful for it. Growing up, I must have heard him say it hundreds of times: since it was once the count’s residence, we had to maintain it magnificently and pass it down to our descendants.

However, that castle was demolished by the Emperor the moment Count Evlit’s house vanished. I distinctly remember hearing the reason for their downfall, but… for some reason, I can’t recall it. The Everhart Viscounty, which had always been on shaky ground, completely collapsed after that day, and after Father was cheated out of the meager compensation he received, we were buried under a mountain of debt. It was the typical fate of nobles who were nobles in name only.

But I really liked the cold, dark, musty Evlit Castle. The main reason was that the house was so big, there were plenty of places to hide. More precisely, there were lots of spots where I could sneak away and get up to mischief out of my parents’ sight.

My parents were overflowing with love for their children but had little grasp of reality. When I was young, they were always gentle with me, but as they kept having more and more kids, they couldn’t give me much special attention.

At five years old, an age when I should have been showered with love, I already had three younger siblings. Unlike other eldest daughters, I had little interest in my blood relatives. Rather than spending time playing with my siblings, I found it much more entertaining to explore the castle on my own. Chasing rabbits and foxes through the overgrown garden wasn’t bad either.

For reference, since Evlit Castle was located near the mountains, the rabbits that appeared in the vicinity weren’t domestic rabbits but wild mountain rabbits. They had large ears, fierce eyes, and were excellent at kicking with their hind legs. However, I wasn’t afraid of the rabbits, and the rabbits liked me too. Probably.

It was thanks to the rabbits that I first met Kai. One day, the rabbits who enjoyed playing hide-and-seek with me led me to the forest at the border between the Evlit mansion and the old Evlit castle. That’s where Kai was—collapsed with his head submerged in a small spring.

At first, I was horrified, thinking I’d discovered a dead body, but fortunately Kai was alive. His face was swollen from being underwater for so long, so it was surprising he was still alive. He must have belonged to a strange race unlike ordinary humans or had magical talent, but I didn’t know that then. I was just relieved that he was alive.

I was five years old, Kai was seven. Yet his wrist was thinner than my chubby wrist. Feeling sorry for him, I brought him my portion of food. That was our first meeting. Even as he frantically stuffed the bread I gave him into his mouth, he tore off half and placed it in my hand. And he never once coveted my share.

For the next two years, I brought Kai lunch every day. I always pretended to be hungry and took extra food, and my parents didn’t care whether I took two servings or three. Not because we had plenty to eat, but because they were too busy with my younger siblings to pay attention to me.

Thanks to this, Kai ate his fill, but if my parents had known they were feeding someone else’s child despite our own hardship, they would have been furious.

Kai didn’t warm up to me right away. He was like a wary stray cat. At first, I had to leave bread by the spring and watch from a distance as he ate. Gradually, I closed the gap between us.

It took six months before I heard his voice, another six months before he’d sit beside me to eat, another six months to learn his name. And it took yet another six months to see him smile.

Over those two years of slowly growing closer, we somehow became best friends. We didn’t know much about each other, but just being together felt comfortable and natural. At some point, he started wanting to be with me not only during the day, but at night too. Honestly, I felt the same way.

My bedroom was at the very top of Everhart Castle. It was excessively large and tucked away in a corner for a seven-year-old child to use alone, but there were few decent rooms available, so there was no other choice. The bedrooms close to my parents’ room were occupied by my younger siblings, so I couldn’t even throw a tantrum demanding that room. Besides, as the eldest daughter, I had grown up too quickly to act spoiled without reason.

Usually, not receiving as much attention from my parents as my siblings did wasn’t particularly heartbreaking. However, the nights I spent alone were especially cold, lonely, and long. The only things that visited me throughout the night were the tactless bright moonlight and the drafts that chilled my sides with their piercing touch.

On nights when sinister winds blew like ghostly whistles, I would tremble with fear and curl up under my blankets. Even when I called for my parents while sobbing, no one came to hold me.

So I secretly brought Kai into my bedroom. Since it was tucked away in such a remote corner, I was confident we wouldn’t be caught. It would be better for Kai to sleep together with me under my fur blanket than to shiver on straw trying to fall asleep.

Kai seemed fascinated by the fur blanket, fidgeting with it using his small hands before rustling around and burrowing into my arms. I hugged his little head and grinned widely. It felt good. So very good. I couldn’t have been happier to have Kai by my side when I felt lonely.

“It’s warm.”

“It’s warm, Rose.”

“Hehe. Good. Thanks to you, I think I’ll sleep soundly tonight.”

“Me too, Rose.”

“Kai, since I found you, you’re mine, right?”

Kai nodded without the slightest hesitation.

“Don’t go anywhere. You have to stay right by my side.”

“Yeah. I can’t live without Rose.”

Looking back now, it might seem strange for a girl and boy to sleep together, but I was only seven years old at the time, and Kai was nine. Besides, Kai had such a small frame and a remarkably beautiful face that the realization he was a boy came much later. I simply thought of him as a beautiful gift sent down by God.

Every night when darkness fell, Kai would climb up the ivy-covered castle walls to enter my room. His black hair made him perfect for hiding his identity in the night shadows.

As usual, he climbed through the open window, but instead of immediately jumping into my bed, he sat by the window and gazed at me silently. With eyes more wistful than moonlight, persistent, as if I were the only person in the world.

“Kai, hurry and come in. It’s cold.”

When I lifted the fur blanket slightly, Kai finally closed the window and rushed over to me. As he slipped under the covers, I caught the refreshing scent of the forest from him. His hair was always messy and I never knew when he washed, but not once had he ever smelled bad.

“Rose.”

“Mm?”

Kai called my name and then smiled brightly. He did this sometimes. I smiled back, smiling with my eyes like he did, and cupped his cheek with my warm hand. He took my hand and blinked quietly for a moment, then pursed his lips and whispered.

“Rose, want me to tell you a secret?”

“What is it?”

“A real, real secret. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Okay. I’ll keep it to myself.”

Still gripping my hand tightly, he took a deep breath. In that moment, his black hair shimmered golden, and his ominous red eyes turned blue.

“Kai, you’re so pretty. You’re pretty as you usually are, but you’re so, so pretty like this.”

Even with my somewhat limited vocabulary for praise, Kai couldn’t hide his joy. He shyly curved the corners of his mouth, then grabbed my cheek and said.

“This is my real appearance. You can’t forget it.”

“Really? This is your real appearance?”

“Someday I’ll come get you looking like this, so you have to recognize me.”

“Mm-hmm, okay, Kai.”

With that answer as the last thing I heard, I was pulled out of the dream as if being plucked out.

“Gasp!”

When I opened my eyes again, I saw my familiar room. My head felt heavy. I couldn’t tell whether the dream I’d just had was simply a dream or a forgotten memory.

‘What kind of dream was that?’

I sat up properly and carefully retraced my memories with Kai. Judging by how much he’d grown, it would have been when I was around eleven or twelve years old. No matter how much I rummaged through my memories, I couldn’t find any recollection of him becoming blond.

“…I don’t know.”

I blinked my dry eyes, then succumbed to drowsiness and closed them.

 

***

 

“Good morning, Rosalyn.”

The Emperor, back to his blond hair and blue eyes, greeted me with a neat face. I set down the mysterious tea made from a blend of five different tea bags on the desk and spread out two sheets of paper beside it. The Emperor’s head tilted at an angle.

“What is this, Rosalyn?”

With my face hardened and expressionless, I spoke firmly.

“One is a resignation letter, and the other is an employment contract.”

“I have eyes, I know that.”

His voice darkened ominously. The way he glared at the papers as if he might tear them apart at any moment was unusual.

However, I didn’t back down and spoke the words I had prepared all night, enunciating each one.

“Your Majesty, if you won’t accept my resignation letter, please revise the employment contract.”

“Are you asking for a salary increase?”

“No.”

“Do you need your working hours adjusted?”

“That’s not it either.”

“Then, what could be the problem with our Rosalyn?”

A sly smile crossed his shamelessly talking lips. The pervert, who knew his sins all too well, seemed determined never to say with his own mouth what he knew I wanted, even if it killed him.

I pointed to the newly added clause at the very bottom of the revised employment contract.

“Read it.”

“No inappropriate physical contact during working hours.”

“That means no kissing or other physical contact, and you can’t put your hand on my shoulder or stroke my hair either.”

“Hmm…”

He twisted up one corner of his mouth as if finding this interesting, then picked up the paper and tore it cleanly in half. Having anticipated he would pull something like this, I calmly pulled out a copy and placed it on the desk.

“I figured you’d do that, so I prepared several copies.”

“As expected, Rosalyn knows me well.”

Undisguised joy seeped through his sinister voice. What a completely insane man in every possible way.

He quietly compared the two papers on the desk, then suddenly picked up the resignation letter.

“Then, I’ll approve your resignation.”

“…!”

“Thank you for your hard work, Rosalyn.”

“…?”

My mind went completely blank at his unexpected move. I had revised the employment contract, certain he would never accept my resignation letter. I never imagined he would so coolly approve it.

The debt I still owed, my siblings’ tuition, and my parents’ hospital bills all loomed before my eyes. I might be able to find another job as a secretary using my experience with the Emperor, but my credentials were practically worthless, so it would be hard to expect a high salary.

‘Still, there’s nothing I can do.’

But I quickly accepted reality and decided to look on the bright side. At least the perverted Emperor wouldn’t be able to take the purity I’d been saving for Kai.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you for everything.”

I bowed to him and turned away before I could even see his face. I was about to leave the office with my few belongings when he suddenly called out to me, his voice urgent.

“Rosalyn.”

Without thinking, I turned my head to look, and there was the Emperor glaring at me, his eyes red and irritated. He looked like an abandoned puppy on a rainy day, grinding his teeth as he asked,

“Are you really going to leave?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as if swallowing tears. His voice trembled faintly at the end.

“You tamed me however you pleased, and now you’re going to run away from me?”

“……”

What are you talking about? When did I ever tame Your Majesty?

It was illogical sophistry, but at that moment, I heard Kai’s voice in my mind and pressed my lips tightly together.

‘Rose, you tamed me, so you have to take responsibility until the end. You can never abandon me.’

It wasn’t just the nuance of the words that overlapped. The persistent gaze that seemed like he’d chase me to the ends of the earth if I abandoned him, the pitiful expression that naturally evoked sympathy, and the twisted disposition of acting selfishly and then expecting mercy and tolerance—it was exactly like Kai’s.

Without realizing it, my feet came to an abrupt stop.

A heavy guilt pressed down on my chest, as if leaving the office like this would be committing some grave sin. Even though my head knew I had no reason to feel guilty, my heart moved differently. I couldn’t understand myself.

Reading my hesitation, the Emperor approached me without restraint and pulled me into his arms. It was a desperate clinging with no sexual undertones whatsoever.

“Rosalyn, I’ll forgive you if you take it back right now.”

The fingertips digging into the back of my head trembled violently. He really seemed like someone trembling, soaked by the rain. Just moments ago he’d acted like he would coldly let me go, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of the Emperor’s emotions.

“Hurry up and say the resignation letter was just a lie, that you were only thinking of scolding me.”

“Are you rescinding your acceptance of the resignation letter, Your Majesty?”

He rustled around, burrowing into my embrace and burying his damp face against the nape of my neck. The hoarse sound of someone on the verge of tears pitifully tickled my ears.

“You know it wasn’t sincere.”

“…….”

“You know that, so why are you being so mean to me? You know I can’t live without Rosalyn.”

“……Your Majesty.”

“I refuse. You absolutely cannot leave. Rosalyn will stay by my side for life.”

“…….”

Says who.

Though I felt some resistance to his excessive obsession, it was also true that my heart, which had been on edge since yesterday’s incident, had softened. Of course, I still resented that he hadn’t accepted the revised work contract. In a closed room with just the two of us, it was tantamount to declaring he’d do whatever he pleased.

Taking advantage of my weakened resolve, he snatched the belongings from my hands and threw them carelessly onto the carpet. Then he thrust his pitifully contorted face right in front of mine. His pitiful expression was quite effective. At the very least, any thought of pushing him away vanished.

He leaned in so close he could savor my breath, tracing his smooth nose bridge along my philtrum before softly brushing his lips over mine. Though I hated to admit it, the moment our lips touched, my heart fluttered. I did feel guilty toward the real Kai, who was probably missing me somewhere, but there was no way I could resist a man who looked and acted just like Kai.

Still, wanting to stay loyal to Kai, I tried to push him away—but his slick tongue slipped between my lips, capturing my tongue. As our tongues tangled, a familiar wave of pleasure swept over me. My chest tingled reflexively, and my lower belly tightened.

The kiss that had begun so tentatively soon deepened until we were both breathless. He sucked on my tongue so intensely that his cheeks hollowed, then leisurely began undressing me. Even when I tried to stop him by scratching at his hands and clawing at his fingers, the shameless man’s hands were unmovable. It seemed he wouldn’t be satisfied until he had stripped me completely naked and thoroughly devoured me.

The moment my dress dropped to my ankles, he swept me up into his arms. Dangling in his embrace wearing only my underwear, I thrashed my legs in resistance, but it was useless. He traced my ass over the soft fabric of my panties before sliding his finger up along my parted labia. The slick fluid that had seeped through the cloth coated his finger slickly.

With his lips barely touching mine, he murmured in a voice thick with rapture.

“Look, Rosalyn, you’re wet.”

While my body did reflexively produce fluid when pressed against his, that didn’t mean I wanted to do such things with a man I wasn’t even engaged to in his office during work hours. But all that came from my lips were panting moans.

“Haa… Still, this isn’t right…, hng.”

My thin underwear tore with a pathetic ripping sound, splitting in half. The cool air brushed against my fluid-soaked labia. He nibbled on my earlobe while shoving his thick finger all the way to the knuckle into my drenched hole. It was hard to believe only one finger had entered—my entire pussy ached.

“Ahng.”

“Look how cutely you’re biting down on my finger. You’re so tight—will you be able to bite down on my cock like this?”

I shook my head rapidly. This was all the resistance I could manage. He repeatedly thrust his finger in and out like a cock. At the sliding movement that seemed to savor each fold of my inner walls, scalding moans burst out involuntarily.

“You’re loving this so much, aren’t you? Your pussy is drooling, begging for cock.”

He suddenly shoved another finger in, wriggling and widening the hole. The tender flesh kept clinging to his fingers, making the hole seem to tighten even more rather than widen. My mouth hung open to match the overwhelming movement of his fingers, unable to close.

“Ah, ahh, ah…, ahhk!”

I thrashed about while clinging tightly to his neck, drowning in an unknown pleasure. It was a different kind of sensation from when my clit rubbed against his cock. As his fingers that had been gently scratching inside began to thrust deep in rhythm with the shape of my entrance, my head buzzed dully and tears naturally welled up in my eyes. Every time that wet squelching sound rang out, it felt like my sensitive spots were being pounded, and I couldn’t bear it.

“Rosalyn, don’t just keep feeling good by yourself—loosen your grip a little. It would be even better if I put my cock in, so why are you biting my fingers and not letting go?”

“Ngh, your cock… sob… no, I don’t want it. Please, no.”

“But fingers are okay?”

Since I was already gripping his fingers, it seemed pointless to say fingers weren’t okay either, so I nodded. He pressed against my uvula and chuckled, then whispered lewdly.

“You want to give your first time to Kai, is that it?”

“Y-yes. So please…”

“No. I’m going to steal it.”

“No, don’t, I don’t want… I don’t want it!”

While I thrashed about desperately, another finger forced its way into my entrance. My tightly stretched inner walls stung. With just three fingers, it felt like my body was being split in half—if something much thicker than that filled me up, my body wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Besides… I’d heard that women who get used to large cocks can’t be satisfied by men with smaller ones, and somehow Kai’s cock seemed like it would be much smaller than the Emperor’s. Maybe it would even be shorter and thinner than the Emperor’s three fingers. Even putting aside my virginity, it was better not to experience such excessive pleasure. I wanted to always be a faithful wife to Kai.

When I shared my thoughts with His Majesty through breathless moans, he let out a hollow laugh and thrust his fingers upward. Liquid spurted out in bursts each time his fingers curled inside me.

“That guy Kai, the more I hear, the more useless he seems. Leave him and come to me.”

“Mmph, no, haa, ngh…”

“Can Rosalyn only say she hates me?”

“Your Majesty is, haa, doing strange things, ahhng.”

“Looks like you still have energy to talk. That won’t do.”

Squelch squelch squelch—my toes curled tight at the sensation of him drawing up the juices pooled deep in my entrance. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back and sobbed as much as I could.

“Ngh, nnngh, stop, ah, uuh.”

Unlike when he rubbed my clit, the climax felt so close, then slipped away, the peak just out of reach, repeating over and over. If something longer and thicker than his fingers thrust into me, I felt like I’d come immediately. The teasing pleasure made the area below my navel tingle and ache. Craving stronger sensations, I found myself unconsciously rolling my hips.

“Look at you, thrusting your hips, wanting my cock inside you.”

“No, haa, that’s not…”

He pulled his fingers out of my inner walls in one swift motion and laid me down on the sofa that was wider than the bed. My juices flowed abundantly onto the sofa.

“Looks like you’ve drooled enough to have all the spit you need to suck my cock.”

His Majesty smacked his lips as he gazed at my glistening entrance, then just unzipped his uniform and pulled out his dick. The most savagely erect dick I’d ever seen twitched as it leaked foam-like fluid.

When he grabbed both my ankles and placed them on his shoulders, the thick tip of his cock tapped against my entrance. He positioned his glans at the opening as if he were about to penetrate me at any moment, then pressed down firmly with his hips. I kicked at his cheek with my toes and shook my head frantically. He asked as if he were a merciful ruler.

“Don’t want it? Should I not do it?”

“Mmph, no, no.”

“Then, shall we make a bet?”

“…?”

“Whoever makes the other come first gets their wish granted.”

There was definitely a trap hidden in the cunning pervert’s proposal, but I didn’t have the luxury to think about it right now.

“A, a wish?”

As I took the bait, the corners of his mouth stretched wide. He stroked the veiny flesh pillar with his palm and brought it to my lips. When the fluid dripping from the tip landed on my lips with a light drop, a fishy scent hit my nose.

“Rosalyn sucks mine, and I suck Rosalyn’s. Whoever comes first loses. If I lose, I won’t put it in you.”

He traced my lips up and down with the tip of his cock. When I reflexively closed my mouth, he pushed his cock between my lips as if probing them.

“How about it? Looks like I’d come if you just sucked it a little.”

“Hngh…”

Unfortunately, I had no choice. When I blinked in consent, my body was flipped over in an instant. On top of him, I crawled toward his erect cock as he directed. In this position, my pussy would be completely exposed to him, but still, sucking was better than getting fucked.

Up close, his cock looked much bigger and harder than it had from a distance. No matter how wide I opened my mouth, I clearly wouldn’t be able to take even the head. If something like this went into a hole that could barely fit a finger…

“Ah!”

A thick, fleshy mass slowly penetrated the hole drenched in love juices. At first I thought it might be a finger, but the movement was far more intimate than that. It seemed to be his tongue. Like spreading saliva in a thin layer, it swept across my folds, then tapped rhythmically inside with a tongue technique that made my hips buck involuntarily. He spread my buttocks wide with both hands and moved his stiffened tongue in and out as if inserting it. The lewd sound of his tongue tip scooping up my juices echoed obscenely.

“Ah… ahh.”

The moan I couldn’t hold back poured out over his cock. He bucked his hips, tapping my lips with his thick shaft, then whispered teasingly.

“Rosalyn, you need to work harder. Your pussy looks like it’s about to cum.”

When he suddenly shoved three fingers into my burning hot hole, my hips jerked violently. A gush burst forth as his fingers pressed and rubbed against a sensitive spot inside, stimulating it as if he were touching my clit. My pussy, stretched wide then clenching tight, gushed fluid under his palm. As if the flowing nectar was too precious to waste, he pressed his lips to the inside of his fingers and sucked up my juices audibly. Each time his lower lip curled, my clit, swollen all the way to my entrance, was sucked, making my vision go hazy.

“Mmm… ahh…”

He pulled his fingers, swollen from all the wetness, out to the entrance of my hole, then thrust them back in savagely. As if he’d been holding back until now, he bent his wrist sharply against my pussy and shook his fingers wildly. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack—the rough pain of my pussy being stretched made my back curl as a scratchy moan escaped me.

While he ravaged my pussy hole as he pleased, I couldn’t properly take his cock in my mouth. And for good reason—my mouth kept gaping open then clamping shut repeatedly, so if his dick had been inside, I would have surely bitten down savagely. Though His Majesty probably would have enjoyed even that, it certainly wouldn’t have been enough to make him cum.

As I shamefully exposed my hole, impaled on his hand and only able to let out cries of pleasure, he seemed to grow impatient and used his other hand to angle his cock and thrust it against my lips. The movement of the three pillars thrust deep inside my inner walls slowed. I desperately tried to gather my hazy wits and frantically stuck out my tongue.

“Ngh.”

Just the tip of my tongue barely touching his glans was enough to draw a wet moan from below my ass. Emboldened, I parted my lips demurely and sucked up the tip of his cock with a slurp, causing the veins in the hand gripping the base of his shaft to bulge prominently.

Slurp, suck, slurp—without any technique whatsoever, I wetly bit and sucked his slick shaft, but even that seemed to be too much stimulation for him as he roughly bucked his hips. Clear spring water trickled down from the split valley of his perfectly erect peak. The slightly salty yet tangy fluid coated my tongue without any sense of revulsion. When I poked at his slit with my tongue tip, scooping up the moisture just as he had done to me, his cock throbbed as if ready to burst.

Thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap thwap—

I roughly jerked him off with my own hand, urging him toward climax. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, took his glans between my lips, and sucked upward until I was breathless.

“Rosal… fuck, ah.”

Thick, viscous fluid erupted from his glans that had swollen inside my mouth. Half of his cum violently struck the back of my throat and flowed down my esophagus, while the other half spilled out of my mouth in streams before I could swallow it. The taste wasn’t bad, but his cock filled my mouth so completely that I couldn’t swallow. I didn’t want to either.

He let out a languid breath and gripped the back of my head tightly to prevent me from pulling away. He lifted his hips, rubbing his tip against the roof of my mouth for a long moment before finally releasing my head.

“Puhh, cough, gag.”

Only then did I remove the foreign substance from my mouth and coughed repeatedly as if spitting out his cum. My mouth and jaw ached from being stretched to their limits. Though I was relieved to have won the bet, I couldn’t shake the thought that he had deliberately let me win. If he had stimulated me just a little more, he could have easily made me climax. Instead, he purposely stopped his hand and guided me to make him come.

‘Why would he do that…? Just moments ago he was acting like he’d force himself on me no matter what.’

But the thought didn’t linger. Whatever the reason, I was grateful to have kept my virginity intact. He exhaled his still-warm breath over my labia, where my juices had cooled, and spread my now-tightened opening as if cutting with scissors.

“Rosalyn won.”

“Hah…, yes.”

“That was really your first time sucking cock? Did it taste that good?”

“It didn’t taste…, huu….”

Squelch, squelch—the slightly dried, sticky fluid made his fingers cling tenaciously to my inner walls. He pulled out his fingers with circular motions, not easily separating, then spread the slick, gaping opening wide to admire it.

“It looks like I came inside you. Your juices are all clotted and white.”

“……Ngh, don’t, look.”

“I refuse. If I can’t fuck you, I should at least get my fill of looking.”

He let out a low chuckle and slowly licked my trembling labia with his broad tongue. The small bumps on his tongue gently rubbed against the surface of my clitoral hood, then suddenly he stiffened his tongue tip and lightly tapped the tender flesh hidden inside.

“Ngh.”

The sharp pleasure shooting through me made my back arch again. He gripped both sides of my ass firmly to keep me from escaping and latched his lips onto my swollen, puffy clitoris. As he sucked hard on the heated little bud until his cheeks hollowed deeply, my eyelashes fluttered violently and my eyes rolled back. The stimulation was so intense I couldn’t even moan. Saliva and cum dripped alternately from my gaping mouth. I was just relieved he couldn’t see my face.

‘Ah, I’m going to melt. It feels so good, so good, so good, ah, ah, ah…!’

My ragged breathing stopped, then just before I was about to gasp out, a pure white climax crashed over me. Even though I should be getting used to the sensation of reaching my peak by now, the pleasure he gave me was strangely new every time. My upper body, which had been thrashing like a freshly caught fish, flopped back down onto his cock. But even knowing I had come, he sucked on my clitoris even more enthusiastically. I could only sob helplessly on top of his cock, unable to control my body as it reflexively jerked from the pleasure.

Like candy that keeps producing sweetness no matter how much you suck on it, he lapped at my clit, then as if that wasn’t enough to satisfy him, he shoved three fingers into my inner flesh that was overflowing with clear fluid. Squelch, squelch, squelch—my opening twitched in rhythm with his fingertips’ movements. A sensation similar yet different from the urge to pee concentrated at the tip of my clit. Just a little more stimulation and I felt like I would literally cum.

“Ngh, no, this is, no…”

I wanted to say no, but no words would come out. My head felt foggy like I’d become an idiot. Surrendering my body to the unfamiliar pleasure, I trembled my ass for a while, then the tension in my burning pussy suddenly gave way, and hissss—a fierce stream of liquid gushed out. Like someone who had been waiting for a well to burst, he gulped it down eagerly.

“Don’t, don’t drink my piss, don’t, ahhh…”

“It’s not piss, it’s sweet. slurp“

To spread my pussy wide open and piss in front of someone else—I couldn’t bear the shame, but the pleasure was even greater. Just as the refreshing sensation of release was fading, familiar waves of climax came rushing in succession. It was clearly my body, yet it felt like all my senses had escaped my control. It felt doubly humiliating, as if I’d become a body that felt whatever he wanted.

With my lips still pressed against the shaft of his erect cock, I begged him to please stop. My words were slurred and my voice so broken that even I couldn’t understand what I was saying. But somehow, he understood me—he quickly pulled his lips away from my pussy and took my fingers into his mouth.

“Rosalyn, do you want to stop now?”

“You… crazy… bastard.”

“When you curse at me, my cock gets even harder.”

“Hnngh…”

“So cute. Look at you, using my cock as a pillow.”

He gently stroked my hair, then turned me over and laid me down. With no strength left to resist, I collapsed limply against his chest. I could feel his firm muscles beneath his stiff collar. I was thoroughly annoyed that he’d stripped me completely naked while he hadn’t even undone a single button, but I didn’t have the energy to complain.

“Ah, so good.”

His satisfied breath brushed across the top of my head. His lips came down, following the trail where his breath had touched. He wrapped both arms tightly around my back and showered my sweat-soaked hair with endless kisses.

“Good, good, good, good, Rosalyn, so good.”

Goosebumps prickled along my cool shoulder blades. This perverted bastard who had crossed all lines seemed to be playing out his own apocalyptic romance without bothering to ask for his partner’s consent. He was always like this. He’d act polite and proper like a normal person, but once he crossed a certain line, he’d get lost in his own world and become impossible to talk to.

But I didn’t dislike him like this.

Of course, that didn’t mean I liked him. The person I loved was still Kai. But it was true that his embrace felt cozy, and I had grown accustomed to the pleasure he gave me. It was frightening. Humans are creatures of adaptation, after all, what if I ended up being tamed by the Emperor like this…?

After that terrifying assumption, a deep drowsiness washed over me. The Emperor gently patted my back as if coaxing me to sleep.

“Sleep well, Rosalyn.”