Chapter 2.1

“Ugh, ah, no…”

The head, as large as an adult’s fist, pressed firmly against the entrance of the loosened, slick opening. The overwhelming pressure made it hard to breathe. Regardless of preserving my virginity, taking in such a monstrous thing was clearly beyond my capabilities.

Yet he persistently rubbed the head of his cock between the folds, searching for an opportunity to slip inside. The moment I gave permission, he’d ram that weapon straight in. The entrance to my pussy gradually stretched to accommodate the girth of his member. Just moments ago, it would have been like trying to shove a watermelon through a coin-sized hole, but now it seemed like the slightest misstep would cause our genitals to slide together naturally.

I thrashed my ankle that he held captive and desperately pushed against his chest with my fingertips.

“St-stop… You said you wouldn’t put it in…”

“That’s why I’m being good and, hah, holding back.”

Holding back my ass. He moved his tongue deceptively while continuing his lewd hip movements. I could feel the soft feeling of his cock vividly as it licked around my entrance. As all my nerves concentrated on my labia, thick fluid kept gushing out.

“Look at you drooling like this.”

He smeared the fluid that had trickled down onto his tip and grinned wickedly. If only the overlapping genitals would dry up and become rough, the chafing skin might at least make him stop this obscene act—but damn, my body just isn’t on my side.

“I wonder if that guy Kai knows.”

“Why bring up Kai…”

“That Rosalyn is enduring all this just to offer her virginity to me.”

“I’m not enduring—”

As if he had no intention of listening to my response, he pressed his lips against mine. The flesh that entered like it was venting the frustration of his cock ravaged my mouth messily and bound my tongue. Saliva flowed through the gaps between my teeth that I couldn’t close, and moans that sounded like choking escaped.

“Ugh, guh…”

His large hands gently supported my bent neck and head, then pulled me down. My head, which had been leaning against the chair back, touched the soft seat. As my upper body was laid down, my lower half floated in the air. He gripped my buttocks firmly and wedged his cock between my labia, which were sticky with thick fluid. My swollen clitoris was pressed down hard, sending small tremors through me.

Having been conditioned by his perverted acts over the past few weeks, I realized what would come next. So I felt relieved. It was no different from a merciful gesture—giving me intense pleasure without penetration.

When I stopped resisting and panted with heated breaths, he moved his hips slowly. The expected pleasure surged through me with a tingling sensation. My eyelids naturally closed and coquettish moans mixed with my exhales. The corners of his mouth curved up smoothly.

“Look at you getting off on this.”

“Hah…”

“You’re so fucking cute I could die.”

As if he had no intention of letting me reach climax easily, he cunningly controlled the pace. He’d thrust his hips quickly to build up the climactic sensation, then when my breathing became labored, he’d rub his cock slowly again—the pattern was utterly despicable.

I reached the peak of climax only to cool down again, several times over. Thoroughly frustrated, I bit my innocent lower lip and glared at him slyly. That cunning emperor. There was indeed a reason for his confident attitude when he told me to try resisting temptation. He spouted that nonsense because he knew full well how sensitive my body was.

‘How annoying.’

I definitely whispered that in my mind, but he chuckled with his throat as if he’d read my thoughts. Having dropped me into the remaining abyss of pleasure while maintaining his own composure, his leisurely expression was infuriating. Even his face, which had become more handsome as the morning puffiness subsided, annoyed me completely.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“……”

“Am I that handsome?”

Actually, his spot-on comment made irritation surge all the way to the tips of my hair. If I could just distort that smug face of his, I felt like I could do anything. I swallowed the indignation rising in my throat as I swayed helplessly, then suddenly steeled my resolve.

‘This isn’t seduction. I swear it’s not seduction but a kind of counterattack… I can’t just keep dancing to His Majesty’s tune.’

After finishing my mental rationalization, I wrapped my legs, which had been flailing in the air, tightly around his waist. As strength entered my previously limp thighs, his pelvis jerked and thrust his cock out of rhythm.

“Ngh.”

Confirming that cracks had appeared in his previously composed eyebrows, I couldn’t hide my victorious smile. After confirming that the pressure of friction had intensified, he moved his hips back and forth a few times as if savoring the sensation, then circled my tensed knees teasingly.

“Rosalyn’s become quite the pervert too. Look how you know exactly what to do to feel more.”

His tone remained leisurely, but undeniable excitement leaked through his nasal voice. His previously straight features were also becoming beautifully distorted.

I pretended to know nothing while subtly rotating my hips to fuel his excitement. If I could make the emperor come first like this, it seemed like my strange sense of satisfaction would be properly fulfilled. Of course, this pervert wouldn’t let me off easy just because he came once, but as someone who’d been on the receiving end all day, it was a matter of pride.

“Hah…”

The veins bulging from the back of his hands stretched all the way to where his shirt sleeves were rolled up. His grip tightened on my thighs as if biting down. Red marks in the shape of his palms would surely remain on my white skin.

He moved in and out of the narrow gap that pressed against his massive flesh pillar as easily as a snake. The somewhat loose friction became fast enough to make wet slapping sounds. It wasn’t easy to maintain my position as his buttocks roughly bounced against my calves.

Soon my wrapped legs loosened, and he pressed down on my pelvis while moving his hips in earnest. Unlike just moments before when he’d been controlling his pace to tease me, there wasn’t even a trace of composure left. The same went for me.

“Hng, ah, ahh!”

My floating waist trembled violently from the climax rushing up suddenly. My sex convulsed as if spasming, and my vision turned pure white—I couldn’t tell if I’d already come or was still coming. Wet sounds echoed from our fluid-soaked junction as if he were actually penetrating me. The obscene sound of flesh slapping wetly together was utterly lewd.

The sight of his massive cock parting my labia and pushing all the way to my navel still felt unreal no matter how many times I watched. The front of my dress had long since become a mess from his endless stream of precum. He boldly pulled his cock out to the tip before thrusting it back to the base repeatedly. The thought that actual penetration wouldn’t be much different made my vision grow distant.

Slap, slap, slap—soon the pace accelerated as if his climax was approaching. Just when anxiety flashed through me that even the slightest deviation in trajectory would send him inside my entrance, his slightly downward-angled head slipped smoothly into my slick opening.

“Ahhng!”

“Kgh.”

As I twisted my hips from the tearing pain in my sex, the tip of his cock popped out with a bounce. At the same time, white semen erupted in spurts. Even as he lost control of his body from the climax, he hurriedly apologized to me first.

“Rosalyn, I didn’t do it on purpose, hah… Please believe me.”

Using formal speech that he hadn’t used during our lewd acts.

I know. I know the emperor didn’t penetrate me on purpose. It was only attempted anyway, and he pulled out right away, so I tried to treat it as if it never happened.

“Haah…”

My entrance, which had been suddenly forced open, burned with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. Just that one time had hurt this much, and thinking about repeating this act over and over made my head spin. When I frowned while looking down at my throbbing lower half, he immediately returned to being the gentle emperor and lifted me into his arms.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“No… no, it doesn’t.”

“I’m sorry. If I were really going to penetrate you, I would have prepared you properly first. I truly didn’t intend for this to happen. You should wash up and apply some ointment.”

When he gets all flustered like this, he’s just like a big puppy—I really can’t figure out at what point he switches into pervert mode.

“Your Majesty, really, really, I’m fine.”

If he called the imperial physician to apply that ointment, who knows what rumors would spread throughout the entire palace. There were probably already plenty of people straining their ears, curious about what was happening inside this office. Fortunately, the office was magically soundproofed, so they couldn’t hear anything.

The washing could be handled in the shower room attached to the office, so that wasn’t a problem. As for my clothes, I’d just wipe off the semen thoroughly and wear them home as is. If I left wearing different clothes…

As I shuddered at the horrifying thought, His Majesty seemed to think I was trembling because I disliked him, and his face became almost tearful as he repeatedly apologized. No matter how much I tried to reassure him that I was fine, it was useless.

Actually, I wasn’t fine. My lower half was still throbbing.

“Rosalyn, just lie still here. I’ll take care of everything so you won’t get tired.”

“…Yes.”

I couldn’t trust him when he said he’d take care of everything, but I had no energy left to lift even a finger, so I had no choice but to entrust my body to him.

The most dignified and noble emperor of the empire personally soaked a towel in warm water to wipe down his contract lover’s entire body, and even carefully applied medicine to her intimate areas. Intoxicated by his devoted and gentle touch, drowsiness washed over me.

He covered my eyes with his warm hand and whispered sweetly.

“I’ll wake you up at quitting time, so don’t worry and sleep, Rosalyn.”

“Wake me up at… 5:59.”

Leaving right on time is precious, after all.

***

With drowsy eyes, I confirmed it was exactly 6 o’clock and got on the carriage home. I returned home and laid my weary body back on the bed, but…

“Ahng, ah, ah!”

I have no idea why I’m doing this here.

The sound of splashing fluids and shrill moans filled the office. I couldn’t believe all these sounds were coming from my own body.

I was bent over the office desk with my head buried in it, presenting my ass to His Majesty. The position that exposed even my back entrance was utterly shameful. Meanwhile, he seemed to love how I was displaying my lower half like an animal, greedily sucking on my pussy before shoving three fingers into my thoroughly ripened hole and thrusting them in lewdly.

Love juices spurted out in sync with his finger movements, flowing down my thighs all the way to my ankles. My legs trembled from the pleasure that felt like my insides were bubbling and boiling, and my arms flailed uncontrollably. As I writhed helplessly, the desk shook with rattling sounds, scattering documents to the floor. They were papers needed for a meeting later. I tried to reach out with my trembling hands to catch even one sheet, but it was hopeless.

“Your Majesty, there are people waiting outside… ngh, ahng.”

“If they have any sense, they’ll leave.”

His Majesty seemed completely unconcerned about the meeting. He rapidly shook his hand up and down as if widening the hole that clung stickily to his fingers no matter which direction he thrust. My vision instantly blurred as breathless moans burst out.

“Ahk, ngh, uh…”

While I tilted my head back and drooled helplessly, he pressed his body against my back. As our bodies swayed together, it almost felt like he was really fucking me. His long, thick fingers skillfully dug into my inner walls, relentlessly pounding my sensitive spots. The spasms that started deep in my lower belly spread all the way to my ass. He suddenly pulled his hand out and slowly circled my hypersensitive clit.

“Haa, haa…, ngh!”

Without giving me a moment to breathe, his blunt shaft touched my entrance. No matter how much I stretched, my opening was far too tight to take his cock. But he didn’t seem to care, putting his full weight behind it as he pressed his massive member deep inside me.

“Rosalyn, I can’t hold back anymore.”

“W-wait, Your Majesty, this isn’t, ahk.”

My forcibly spread pussy expanded as if screaming in pain. I couldn’t even manage to tell him to stop, let alone moan. Only intermittent gasping and panting sounds escaped me.

“Good girl, hah… you swallowed it all the way to the end.”

He shoved his cock in to the hilt and let out a languid moan against my ear. Breaking his promise so selfishly without even offering an excuse was so unlike him. The shock of betrayal hit harder than the physical impact of being penetrated. He sank his teeth into my pitifully trembling shoulder while grinding his hips in small movements.

His flesh slapped wetly against my slick pussy lips. My vaginal walls, forcibly stretched to accommodate his cock’s shape, were still screaming in protest. The tender flesh inside burned like it was being scalded with each friction. My fists clenched involuntarily and my teeth gritted together. Every time his member pushed deeper inside, my organs were compressed, making it hard to even breathe.

“Can you feel how deep I am?”

His hand pressed firmly below my navel. It felt like his fingers and cockhead were touching through the thin layer of skin.

“Ah, ngh…, ngh.”

“Relax a little. You’re going to bite my cock clean off.”

When he began rubbing my clit with his wicked touch, familiar pleasure spread through me in tingling waves. His angry cock that seemed ready to pierce through my belly and his fingers rapidly working my clitoris collided against each other through the thin layer of flesh. Indescribable pleasure surged from the membrane that had only felt numb before. It didn’t take long for my labored panting to transform into thin moans.

“Mmm, hah, ah, ahng!”

The louder my moans became, the bolder his hip movements grew. As if he’d been holding back until now, he began ramming his cock into me with fierce thwack, thwack sounds, making my lower lips clench rhythmically as if begging for more. He gripped my writhing hips firmly to the rhythm and mercilessly pounded my inner walls like beating them with a club—thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack.

Every time our joining crashed together forcefully, stars burst before my eyes and the area below my navel tingled. Even though I was clearly being forcibly violated, I couldn’t deny the pleasure. Each time I teetered on the edge of climax, I arched my ass higher and writhed to take him deeper. Even while drooling like a dog, I felt no shame. I only wished he would do something—anything—to me quickly.

And he didn’t disappoint my expectations.

The man who had been ruthlessly slamming his cock into me shuddered and poured his thick seed deep inside me. I had no chance to protest that he shouldn’t come inside. He rolled his hips languidly as if catching his breath for a moment, then began moving again with his member that was far from spent after just one ejaculation. The tight fit inside seemed to have grown even bigger somehow.

“Hah, Rosalyn, you’re so lewd.”

“Mmm…”

“Looking so innocent with that face, yet you know the taste of cock. Look how your hole is trembling.”

“No, ah, mmm, that’s not…”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

He thrust his hips upward with a fierce thrust, driving his cock deep inside me. The tender flesh that had been trembling welcomed his shaft by clenching tightly around it. Pleasure like lightning struck through me, making my pelvis reflexively jerk upward. I heard a languid chuckle from behind my head.

“You’re gripping me so tight you won’t let go.”

Even when I tried to relax my legs to prove him wrong, only my inner walls remained stubbornly glued to his cock like they were coated with adhesive, refusing to release him. He slowly thrust inside me as if spreading apart each fold that was strangling his member, then suddenly pulled out his cock and turned my body over. My limp body turned helplessly like a doll. I didn’t even have the strength to resist.

Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw black hair swaying. That’s strange—the emperor should definitely be blond. Before I could dwell on this thought, his hard shaft parted my walls and entered my depths again. He wedged his hands inside my knees and pushed my legs toward my torso. His cock, which I thought had already gone as deep as possible, penetrated even deeper.

“Hik.”

My eyes snapped open at the sharp pleasure. Only then could I clearly see the face of the man ravaging me.

Black hair and red eyes.

The handsome features and white uniform were definitely the emperor’s, but…

For some reason, he felt like Kai. Not the black-haired emperor, but the real Kai.

In that moment, my resistance evaporated like foam and intense excitement filled its place. If it was Kai, he could do anything to me, and I was ready to give him everything. It’s not surprising, but I’m not normal either.

When I reached out with both hands to pull his head close, his face came near mine. He persistently thrust below while breathing hot air against my cheek. The intense ecstasy melted my mind into mush. Blind excitement consumed me.

“Ahng, mmm, hmmm…”

He opened and closed his mouth as if swallowing my coquettish moans, then asked in a voice thick and husky:

“Rosalyn, don’t you know who I am?”

It had to be either the emperor or Kai. I was certain it was one of them, but I couldn’t speak either name. The pleasure had scrambled my brain so badly I’d forgotten how to pronounce words.

“Ha, I’ll fuck you senseless until you remember.”

He frowned as if displeased, then began thrusting upward violently—thwack, thwack, thwack. The savage pleasure made my head snap back as a strangled moan burst from my throat.

My consciousness kept fading and returning under the somewhat sadistic orgasm, my vision flickering as my body went completely limp. He didn’t seem to care that I’d collapsed, endlessly pounding his cock into me. In my hazy awareness, my limbs jerked upward like I was having a seizure.

And then—

“Haaaah!”

I was suddenly ejected from the dream without warning. As I bolted upright, cold sweat dripped down. Even after waking up, it took me a while to grasp reality.

‘Don’t you know who I am?’

The last question I’d heard echoed in my head like a refrain. I didn’t know. I still wondered who the man in my dream had been. He should have definitely been the emperor, but he felt like Kai. If not, then why wasn’t I disgusted by a dream of having sex with someone, but instead like this…

“I must be crazy.”

I gripped the blanket tightly and shook my head back and forth. The sheets were soaked as if I’d actually had sex in my own bed.

***

Half the week flew by in a blur.

The same routine as Monday continued until Thursday evening. Getting harassed by His Majesty right after arriving at work, then collapsing for a nap around 2 PM, followed by leaving work at 6 PM. Though the level of perverted acts had decreased since that one time his cock almost slipped inside me, the emperor still persistently craved me.

But contrary to his warning, he doesn’t engage in any particular seduction or courtship. It feels like he’s controlling the intensity to avoid crossing the line himself. If anything, I’m the one troubled by those damn dreams that come to mind every time our bodies touch. I was better off when my imagination was lacking.

“Hmm…”

If His Majesty likes me so much, does he not mind that after the promised week, he won’t even be able to kiss me? Of course, it’s not really my concern…

Why do I feel so uneasy about it? He doesn’t have some strange ulterior motive, does he? Like planning to retract his statement for some ridiculous reason.

Anyway, having safely returned home at 6:30 today, I made the sign of the cross toward the heavens to the god of love. The prayer is always the same.

Dear God, thank you for helping me preserve my chastity today.

…Though I did wonder if I’d actually preserved it, I pushed that thought away and had a simple dinner. Maybe because my yang energy is being drained lately, my appetite has increased. Even though I don’t do any real work, my body feels so drained that I can’t manage coming to work unless I eat a lot and sleep well.

“Wow, I’m even more tired after eating.”

So this week I’ve been going to bed two hours earlier than usual. Today too, I was about to wash up and go straight to sleep, throwing off my work clothes when—

Flash.

A suspicious light like a camera flash flickered outside the window. Startled, I hastily put my clothes back on and went to the window, but still couldn’t sense anyone’s presence.

“What was that…”

The next day, arriving at work as usual, I entered the office carrying tea brewed with just one tea bag. Since no one would drink the tea anyway, using multiple tea bags would be a waste of resources.

His Majesty followed me around like a puppy from the break room to the office, as if he wanted to advertise to everyone that he was dating me. His honey-sweet, burdensome gaze was an added bonus.

The elites and advisors didn’t approach within five meters of His Majesty and me, but their watchful gazes remained constant. Judging by the deathly silence, it seemed everyone was swallowing whatever they wanted to say. Still, being in His Majesty’s presence, none of them dared to run their mouths carelessly.

Well, even without voicing it aloud, I could practically hear their inner thoughts loud and clear.

“Hehe.”

His Majesty seemed to find something incredibly amusing, grabbing my shoulders and bursting into laughter the moment we entered the office. As soon as I set the teapot down on the desk, he gently pulled me by the waist.

Embracing me tightly from behind, he whispered in a voice tinged with laughter.

“Rosalyn, do you know how adorable your expression is right now?”

“How would I know?”

My lips, which had been slightly protruding, jutted out another 0.5 centimeters. The Emperor leaned his face forward to check my pouted lips and collapsed into laughter. Annoyed by his teasing chuckle, my eyebrows drew together.

“If you’re going to tease me, let me go.”

“I refuse. Teasing Rosalyn is my favorite pastime—you can’t take away that pleasure from me.”

Silence was the only response to such ridiculous sophistry. When I glared at him quietly, he peeked up to meet my eyes and let out another deflated sigh. The Emperor had become quite generous with his laughter lately.

I commanded the unrepentant Emperor in an authoritative tone.

“From now on, you’re banned from following me to the break room. Everyone’s staring.”

“That’s also a no. I go there precisely so they’ll stare. It’s all because Rosalyn is so cute.”

“You’re seriously weird.”

“I know.”

“Let me go.”

“No. You’re mine.”

“Ugh, really.”

I struggled to break free from his arms even though I knew it was useless. The more I squirmed, the tighter his already firm grip became. He pulled me close until I felt like I might be crushed, then used the tip of his nose to brush away the hair clinging to the nape of my neck. Then he gently sank his teeth in, as if marking his territory.

My body trembled at the ticklish yet electrifying sensation. My body, which had grown accustomed to him, eagerly welcomed whatever he did to me. It had always been like this to some extent, but today it was particularly intense.

“Mmm…”

When his tongue slipped over my lower teeth and languidly swept across my nape, a melting moan escaped me involuntarily. As much as I hate to admit it, honestly speaking, His Majesty’s caressing skills are truly befitting of an emperor. He’s the king of kings, so to speak. What’s worse, his technique keeps improving daily, leaving me unable to keep my wits about me.

The hand that had been resting on my waist slowly crept upward. He traced the shape of my rounded breasts, letting out a rough breath. I could feel the presence of his erection pressing firmly against my bottom. It was a sign that today would begin just like yesterday.

I surrendered to his touch, panting heavily for a while, but managed to regain my senses just as he began unbuttoning my clothes. I watched quietly as he buried his face against my now-exposed white chest, then cupped his chin to make him meet my eyes.

“Your Majesty, I have something to ask you. If I don’t ask now, I’ll probably forget.”

His hazy blue eyes came close to my face. As if moved by the fact that I had initiated conversation, he peppered my chin with small kisses before answering.

“Ask me anything. I’d even tell Rosalyn the secret code to the imperial treasury.”

“No, not that kind of thing… You usually take pictures of me, right? You’re not taking pictures inside my house too, are you?”

“…?”

His Majesty stopped kissing me and suddenly looked up at me with a serious expression. He lifted me with hands that held not a trace of lewdness and sat me on the sofa, then settled demurely beside me. Before I knew it, his eyes held deep concern instead of lust.

“Rosalyn, no matter how much of a pervert I am, I don’t invade your privacy. What happened that made you ask such a question?”

“It’s nothing serious, and I might be mistaken, but I wanted to check just to be sure. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I’ll listen and judge for myself. If it concerns Rosalyn, I can’t let anything slide.”

“Well…”

I told His Majesty everything about the strange feeling of being watched that I’d experienced over the past few days. There really wasn’t much to say, honestly. But His Majesty’s expression grew increasingly serious, and he pulled me into a tight embrace while muttering.

“That’s strange. If anyone had gotten within thirty feet, I would have torn them limb from limb and thrown them in prison…”

“…”

It seems His Majesty hadn’t just been taking pictures—he’d also stationed surveillance around me. When my eyes narrowed dangerously, he added defensively.

“There are five times more plainclothes guards stationed near Rosalyn’s house than anywhere else. It’s to protect the Emperor’s personal secretary, so please be understanding about this much.”

“It’s protection, not surveillance, right?”

“Of course.”

“…”

He sure has a way with words.

“Don’t worry too much. No one can even peek at Rosalyn’s house, let alone photograph it. But if you’re still concerned, I could come to your house tonight…”

I hastily covered the Emperor’s mouth before he could finish speaking. That cunning Emperor never lets a good opportunity slip by. To think he’d use this opening to scheme his way into my house.

“It’s fine. Knowing there are so many guards around puts me at ease.”

“But I’m not at ease…”

The Emperor’s face immediately fell. Looking at his eyes that had grown teary like a wounded animal, I felt the illusion that I had done something terribly wrong. This is why handsome men are dangerous. They make you want to give in to even their most unreasonable demands.

“Still, you can’t come to my house.”

In this harsh world, I can’t let a pervert invade my one and only sanctuary.

When I showed my unwavering resolve, His Majesty surprisingly backed down without a fight. His dejected expression remained, but he didn’t persist stubbornly.

“I understand. I’ll double the security starting today. That should be enough to ensure you’re never startled again.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary. There are already plenty.”

“I’m worried, that’s all. You know what you mean to me.”

“…”

“Just imagining how frightened you must have been twice makes me feel awful. Next time something happens, tell me right away. You have the Emperor right beside you—you should make good use of that.”

He settled me on his thigh and kept brushing my hair behind my ear, then softly kissed my eyelids. It was skinship as familiar as daily routine, but today it made my insides flutter unusually. It felt like soft feathers were circling around my chest, tickling my heart.

His warm lips moved from my eyelashes to my cheek, from my cheek to beside my lips. He brushed against my lip line as if he might touch it but didn’t, then pulled back with a shy smile like a boy giving his first kiss. That’s when my heart foolishly dropped with a thud.

Thump. Thump. Thump. With the intensified beating, the feathers that had been wrapped around my heart scattered in all directions. My neck, shoulders, waist, legs—my entire body felt ticklish. Especially where his touch had lingered, it felt like warm spring breezes had kissed the spots and left shimmering heat waves. Even when I lightly scratched with my fingertips, this sensation wouldn’t easily subside.

There had been moments before when I’d felt my heart flutter for the Emperor, but most of the time it was because he resembled Kai or reminded me of him. But now…

I couldn’t deny the fact that I was completely, 100 percent attracted to Emperor Kaiser Lucretia himself. It seemed I wasn’t just weak to his face, but to his tenderness as well.

The man with ghostly sharp intuition picked up on the change in my emotional state with uncanny precision and poured out words so sweet they made my tongue tingle.

“Rosalyn, you know well how much I care for you. It’s not some fleeting infatuation—I cherish you with all my heart. Holding you like this feels like a miracle, and I thank God for it every single day.”

“…Your Majesty.”

“I was planning to save confessions like this for the very last day, worried that saying them too often might make my sincerity fade. But my feelings for you are overflowing now, and I can’t hold back anymore. If I could, I’d want to confess to you every day, every moment.”

His heartfelt confession, with not a single word to doubt, left my mind completely blank. I hadn’t expected him to strike at this timing, in this way. What made it even more dangerous was how calm his tone remained despite his desperate expression. To him, he was simply stating facts that were obvious. For me, this kind of confession was more dizzying than any seduction.

I stared at him blankly in a daze when he approached with his eyes crinkling into a bashful smile. He gently sucked on my upper lip, then softly bit down on my lower lip as if he might melt it. When his tongue lightly teased my teeth, my mouth opened without my realizing it. The moment our soft tongues intertwined like waves, an intense pleasure shot up my spine, making the back of my neck tingle. The kiss was incomparably more stimulating than anything we’d shared before.

Mmm, I let out an aching moan as I greedily sucked on his tongue and rubbed against his lips. We barely parted to catch our breath before competitively intertwining our tongues again, over and over. By now, he should have stripped off half my clothes, but like an innocent boy who didn’t dare venture below my chin, he only kept stroking my hair.

It seemed like a ploy to tease me, so I tried subtly stoking his excitement, but he didn’t budge an inch. Even as the stain on his taut pants grew darker. What incredible self-restraint.

Seeing this uncharacteristically ascetic side of him awakened the cunning pervert that had been sleeping deep within me. Pretending to lose my balance, I fumbled around his thigh before stealthily moving my hand toward his crotch. Even as I thought I was going crazy, I couldn’t suppress my momentary instinct.

The moment my finger brushed against the tip of his member tucked to the right, my hand was firmly caught. The Emperor gently placed my hand around his neck and continued with kisses as chaste as a lover who had sworn celibacy.

He pecked at my lips like a bird with its beak, then tantalizingly intertwined our tongues. Just when the kiss would deepen, he’d hastily pull away and release the heat he couldn’t fully pour out onto my cheeks and the bridge of my nose.

“Ah, I love it. I think I’m going crazy because I love you so much, Rosalyn.”

“Mmm, Your Majesty…”

At this point, I was the one going crazy. Even knowing I was being played by the Emperor, I had no choice but to cling to him. My body, addicted to the stimulation he gave me, writhed, and my breathing grew rough, but he only kissed me until his own lips swelled.

“I love you, Rosalyn. I love you so much.”

All while letting sweet confessions flow again and again to keep me from coming to my senses.

***

“Rosalyn, how can you swallow it like this? You need to open your mouth wider.”

“Mmph, mmph.”

When I opened my eyes, I found myself kneeling in front of the Emperor’s office desk. My mouth was stuffed full with his grotesquely massive cock.

The flesh that pressed down on my tongue and filled my throat made me choke and gasp for air. My face burned with heat. Bitter fluid spurted out in drops, hitting the entrance to my esophagus with wet slaps before trickling down. I desperately wanted to pull out the foreign object filling my mouth, but my head was held firmly in place, making it impossible.

Even as I let out moans close to dry heaves from the pain, His Majesty kept forcing his member deeper inside. Just when I thought there was no more room, the human body proved truly mysterious. His cock was now nearly halfway buried in the oral cavity that had felt full with just the head. The pressure made my intraocular pressure rise, causing physiological tears to flow down. He gently wiped away the droplets that traced thin lines down my cheeks with a tender touch.

“Good job, Rosalyn. Shh, breathe.”

As if showing mercy, he pulled his member back slightly to give me room to breathe, then as soon as I started gasping for air, he shoved his cock back down to my throat. While his soft hand caressing my cheek was gentle, the way he worked his shaft was utterly brutal.

I looked up at the man treating me so cruelly with tears welling in my eyes. The moment our gazes met—his dark, lustful red eyes piercing through me—my lower abdomen reflexively clenched. Rationally, I couldn’t understand my body’s reaction, but a strange excitement bubbled below my navel.

‘Ah, am I dreaming right now?’

Unlike the previous dream, where I only realized it was a dream after waking up, this time I became aware I was dreaming while still in the dream. Someone once said you can’t feel pain in dreams, but that’s complete bullshit. The numbing ache in my jaw and the stinging sensation in my throat were far too vivid for a dream.

But this situation couldn’t possibly be real. His Majesty, who loves me so dearly, would never treat me this way. Besides, the man with black hair, red eyes, and wearing the Emperor’s uniform could only be met in dreams. Despite his sadistic behavior, my body heating up was undoubtedly because of that face that perfectly matched my tastes.

“Rosalyn, it seems you have the luxury of thinking about other things.”

His husky voice settled low in the office. Just changing his hair color seemed to make his voice drop by about two tones.

“Mmph, mmm.”

I tried desperately to shake my head and turn away with the shaft firmly lodged in my face, but it was hopeless. Only throat-scraping sobs poured out. He watched me, unable to do this or that, and smiled with his eyes crinkling. His red pupils, drunk on ecstasy as if admiring a beautiful work of art, gleamed with madness.

If this were a real situation, I might have felt repulsed, but perhaps because I was aware it was a dream, I didn’t even think to resist. I was even pleased by his unrestrained desires. Yesterday’s kiss had been sweet, but my body had clearly become one that could no longer be satisfied with just kisses. Perhaps the sexual frustration from that had created this insane dream.

‘Though for that, this dream is far too vivid…’

His Majesty looked down at me intently as if seeing through my thoughts, then slowly swayed his hips. As the soft glans scraped against my bumpy palate and penetrated deeper inside, my toes curled from the strange pleasure. Soon, a satisfied moan came from above my head.

“Hah…”

The cock that had been thrusting in at the same angle suddenly changed direction and slid across my tongue. The firm tip moved teasingly against the taste buds on my saliva-pooled tongue before pushing deep into my throat. I reflexively gagged shallowly. But perhaps because I’d grown accustomed to taking his cock all the way, my breathing quickly became comfortable again.

He gently brushed away the hair stuck to my forehead with his thumb, letting out a satisfied laugh.

“Does my cock taste that good?”

“Mmph, mmph…”

“If you keep holding onto it like that, your other mouth is going to feel left out.”

He was holding my head to prevent me from spitting out his cock, yet had the audacity to say such things. This trait remained consistent even in dreams. I was being held and swayed by him when a knock came from the door.

Knock knock knock knock—

Four quick, crisp knocks. The signal advisors use when they have urgent matters to report to the Emperor. Normally, even advisors wouldn’t enter the Emperor’s office without an appointment, but this was the one exception when an audience was permitted.

His Majesty glared at the door and swallowed a troubled breath, then pulled his member from my mouth and sat in his office chair. I too tried to fix my disheveled face and hair and return to my seat, but His Majesty pushed me under the office desk.

“Rosalyn, stay here.”

“Y-Your Majesty…?”

“Quietly. We can’t be caught.”

“…What?”

I was about to say there was no way we wouldn’t be caught when the Emperor flicked his finger and opened the door with magic. This crazy man hadn’t even bothered to tuck his member back into his pants. Of course, the advisor would stand at the door to give his report, so from that angle he wouldn’t see the Emperor’s erect cock, but still, shouldn’t he maintain some decorum when receiving a person?

As his personal secretary, I had no opportunity to advise him on his conduct before the advisor burst into the office. I listened to his footsteps and swallowed a silent sigh. Even knowing this was a dream, I couldn’t help feeling tense.

“Your Majesty, there’s an urgent report from the Protocol Office regarding tomorrow’s Eight Houses Covenant ceremony…”

“…?”

But…

The advisor’s report was far from ordinary. It was too detailed for a dream, and the timing matched perfectly.

‘Could this not be a dream?’

A chill ran down my spine and I snapped to attention. I had been complacent thinking it was a dream, but the possibility that it might not be made my heart race wildly. Still, he had black hair and red eyes, so it must be a dream, I thought as I looked up at him—but the Emperor had somehow returned to his blond hair and blue eyes.

“…”

Damn it, I was screwed. When had he changed back? Or had I been mistaken from the beginning? I remembered kissing His Majesty and falling asleep in his arms, but I did go home, right? I didn’t fail to clock out, did I?

All sorts of thoughts flooded in, making my head spin. I was so afraid this might not be a dream that I was even careful about breathing.

The Emperor kept his gaze fixed in the advisor’s direction while lowering both hands beneath the desk. Then with one hand he stroked my chin while using the other to press his member down at an angle that brought it to my lips.

“!”

My eyes widened as I realized what he was trying to do. Unlike my shock, his expression remained perfectly composed, as if he had no idea what was happening below his waist. His face looked so proper it was almost noble, which made it all the more chilling.

“Since this is an event to demonstrate the unity of the Eight Houses, not a single house can be absent. The Duke’s excuse of illness…”

The Emperor delivered his orders in his usual calm voice while using his left thumb to firmly pull down my lower lip. Soon the tip of his glans was fitted between my rounded lips. He tapped my chin insistently, urging me on.

I lightly bit his cock with my lips and shook my head slightly. Even if I was certain this was a dream, I wanted no part in this insane behavior, and with the possibility that it might not be a dream, I definitely didn’t want to play along with his perverted antics in front of someone else. Despite my clear refusal, gritting my teeth in defiance, he seemed utterly unconcerned about the tender skin being scraped as he persistently forced his member inside. Eventually I had to open my mouth to its limit to accommodate him. A sly smile curved up at the corner of his mouth.

He gripped the back of my head and slowly moved my face throughout the advisor’s entire report. The wet sounds were very quiet, but they shouldn’t have been audible to the advisor. At least, that’s what I wanted to believe.

However, His Majesty seemed desperate to be caught in the act happening beneath the desk. The tip that had been flicking against my tongue suddenly thrust deep into my throat. Just as my vision went white, his cock pulled back slightly and a cool stream poured against the roof of my mouth. Thick fluid pooled throughout my mouth.

“…Ugh.”

I wanted to believe he hadn’t just climaxed in the middle of all this, but when I checked the color of the liquid dripping down my chin, it was unmistakably semen.

‘He’s really lost his mind…’

Despite having just climaxed, or perhaps still in the process of climaxing, the Emperor’s posture remained perfectly upright without the slightest disruption. Not even a tremor could be detected in his voice. He was remarkable in every sense of the word. Even his shamelessness was imperial in nature. I was always the one left flustered.

The fishy white fluid endlessly pushed down my esophagus. Even though more than half was dripping down below my chin, the amount I was swallowing was still considerable. But despite the troubling situation, his semen didn’t feel disgusting. Rather…

Arousal…

‘No, no.’

My eyes squeezed shut at the perverted thought that seemed to have infected me. Getting excited while drinking someone’s semen during work hours—there’s no way I would do that. I reminded myself again that I was a human being with intelligence and reason as I quietly dealt with the semen as possible. It absolutely wasn’t because I wanted to drink it, but to preserve His Majesty the Emperor’s dignity.

“…That concludes my report. Then, I’ll proceed as Your Majesty instructed and report back shortly.”

“Very well. You may go.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Fortunately, the advisor seemed completely oblivious to what was happening beneath the desk. Though he might have been pretending not to notice to protect his high-paying, secure job.

I waited quietly for the office door to close, rolling my eyes, when His Majesty looked down at me with eyes dripping with affection. If he gets excited like this, his eyes will roll back again and he’ll act however he pleases. He’s definitely not normal.

Click—the thick flesh pillar withdrew from my mouth in sync with the sound of the door closing. His cock swayed before my eyes, covered in white foam as if cream had been smeared all over it. As expected, one ejaculation wasn’t enough to kill it. This was a fact I’d confirmed multiple times over several days.

When I glared at him while rubbing my numb lips, he grinned as if even my contempt delighted him. That single smile made all my desire to argue various points vanish completely. There was no point in protesting to a madman that he was crazy—nothing would change. It would only fuel the pervert’s excitement.

The pervert rubbed his own semen that was smeared all over my lips, then suddenly lifted me up. As I spread my legs to steady myself and wrapped them around his waist, his slick tip invaded between my parted labia.

“…Ngh.”

“You’re wet. Did sucking my cock turn you on?”

“That’s not… it’s not like that.”

I twisted my hips in defiance, trying to push his cock out. But he gripped my ass firmly and aligned himself below again. With a wet squelch, his cock entered at the perfect angle, driving all the way to my deepest parts in one thrust. The long, thick shaft pushed through my vaginal walls as it plunged in, making my vision blur. My lower belly clenched so tightly it stung before the strength drained away, sending tiny tremors all the way to my toes. A stream of fluid gushed from my cervix as if I’d just climaxed.

“Hah, ahh…”

“Did you come the moment I entered?”

“No, ah, ngh.”

I wanted to say no, but my lower lip trembled so violently I couldn’t form any words. He was right. If I hadn’t just climaxed, my body wouldn’t be this sensitive. He considerately rocked his hips shallow and slow, as if being mindful of me struggling with the afterglow. That made it even more maddening. It would be better if he pounded me violently so I couldn’t think—feeling every layered sensation was more torturous. It felt like my entire vaginal walls were screaming, unable to endure the orgasm.

His cock pressed heavily against my inner walls, greedily pushing a little deeper each time. Squelch, squelch—with each vulgar wet sound as he thrust, fluid splattered to the floor. His movements still weren’t fast, but they were devastatingly precise. Every time his cock pushed all the way in and rubbed dully against the area below my navel, sobbing moans burst out involuntarily.

“Hahhh.”

“Look how you’re clenching tight because it feels good.”

“That’s not… it’s not… ngh.”

“Your pussy juices are pooling on the floor—what are you talking about?”

He lifted me up and carried me over to press my back against the wall. With each step, my body swayed and his cock stirred wildly inside my walls. As new spots were stimulated, this was overwhelming in its own way. He pinned me against the wall and slowly pulled his upper body back to face me. At some point, his hair and eye color had returned to Kai’s.

He grinned wickedly and whispered lewdly.

“Rosalyn, whose cock is this?”

“Uh, uhhh…”

“Who’s fucking Rosalyn’s pussy?”

Incomprehensible questions poured into my ears repeatedly. Even during all this, his member was persistently pounding up into my vaginal walls. I couldn’t come to my senses from the pleasure that seemed to pierce through my entire body. Far from answering his questions, I didn’t even have the mental capacity to think.

In rhythm with the wet squelching sounds, pleasured moans of “mmm, mmm” flowed out. The sensation of him carving his shape into my vaginal walls felt wonderful. A bliss that was neither too overwhelming nor too teasing consumed me. Honestly, it felt good. I was afraid I might become addicted to this.

He pounded into my body at a steady rhythm, then with his cock buried deep inside, he gripped my ass and gently rocked me up and down. When his slippery tip ground against my sensitive areas in circles, my limp body jolted upward. I panted in short breaths from the unbearable pleasure. Physiological tears flowed like a broken faucet from beneath my fluttering eyelashes.

“Ah, ahh, ah, ahhng…!”

He kissed me as if swallowing my moans and thrust his hips with enough force to pierce through my belly. Even as hot liquid knocked against my cervix, his fucking didn’t stop. After cumming and continuing to pound into me for a while, he suddenly pulled his face back. Our tongues that had been stickily intertwined followed out past our lips. Saliva thicker than semen stretched between us in long strands. I could feel the churning liquid spilling out even from our joined parts where movement had stopped.

Drip, the fluid that flowed down between my ass cheeks left marks on the floor. His eyebrows tilted at a displeased angle.

“Damn… I’ll have to cum so much inside you that it doesn’t matter if it spills out.”

“N-no, mmm…”

I tried to say no, but my tongue had grown thick and pronunciation was nearly impossible. It seemed I’d forgotten how to speak. The last act of rebellion I could manage was pushing against his sturdy shoulders with my weakened arms. Even that was meaningless struggling.

“Ha, cute.”

His lewd breath reached my ear. His wet tongue tip thrust into my ear like he was digging. My reason flew away instantly, and without realizing it, I bucked my hips to encourage his thrusting. Smack, when he roughly drove his cock upward as if to show off, my entire body shook. I trembled my hips violently and pulled his neck close to me again. Thud, thud, thud, my vision shook roughly in rhythm with his savage fucking. The pleasure that made my head ring made it hard to maintain my sanity. Saliva I couldn’t swallow in time dripped from my slack lips.

Just as I was floundering in pleasure for a while, knock knock knock knock, urgent knocking sounds came from outside.

“Your, Your Maj… no, mmm.”

But he only snorted lightly at my concern.

“Doesn’t matter.”

He ignored the aide’s calls and pushed forward with his fucking according to his own desires. He was no different from a tyrant crazed with lust.

Knock knock knock knock-.

Thud thud thud thud-.

Different striking sounds competed to pound against my ears. My already fractured mind became hazily distorted. Hah, hah, gasping out heated breaths while my eyelashes fluttered, curling my body up several times. As his hip movements picked up speed and thrust upward forcefully, pleasure that seemed to squeeze my entire body came rushing over me.

“Ahh, hnngh, ngh!”

The tyrant crazed with lust didn’t stop his hip movements until he satisfied his own greed, not caring that the woman in his arms was half-unconscious. The knocking sounds grew more distant as my consciousness became hazy.

Knock knock knock knock-.

Thud thud thud thud-.

Knock knock knock knock-.

Thud thud thud thud-.

Just when I thought I might lose my mind at this rate, my consciousness suddenly vanished.

“Hah, hah…”

Thankfully, it was a dream. I looked around in all directions, soaked in sweat, and let out a long sigh. Following the diagonal morning sunlight streaming in, my room came into view.

“What kind of insane dream was that?”

The last dream had been shameless enough, but this one was severe. The problem was that I’d gotten aroused even in a situation where shame meant nothing. Enough to make me question if this was really my taste.

Moreover, everything had been so vivid that I’d been confused about whether it was a dream or not. Sight, smell, touch… I thought it definitely wasn’t an ordinary dream, but it wasn’t something I could go consult someone about.

I rubbed my strangely aching lower belly, then buried my face deep into the blanket. Even though His Majesty wasn’t beside me this morning, heated breaths moistened my lips.

“Ah…”

I think I’m really going crazy.

***

Of the promised week, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday had passed. Saturday and Sunday are legal holidays according to strict imperial law, but palace employees implicitly work overtime. Being a high-income workplace, work-life balance isn’t guaranteed.

However, His generous Majesty bestowed a merciful proposal upon his terminally ill lover before leaving work on Friday.

“Rosalyn, how would you like to spend the weekend? Should we work overtime as usual, or would you prefer to go on a date outside?”

It was a question that didn’t even require consideration. Outside, absolutely. It definitely wasn’t because I wanted to see the Emperor with his disguised black hair and red eyes again—it was simply the heart of an office worker who didn’t want to come in on her day off.

Well, there was also the added bonus of enjoying the sight of a handsome man who resembled Kai.

“……”

Would it be okay, though? It seemed a bit dangerous.

My dreams have already been restless lately, and His Majesty has been uncharacteristically restrained, leaving me in a rather poor state today. I never thought I’d come to understand what sexual frustration felt like in my lifetime. But that’s exactly what I am right now.

In this situation, if the Emperor with black hair and red eyes were to hover before me… honestly, I can’t guarantee my heart wouldn’t race. Especially knowing how sweetly he treats me.

“Ugh.”

Just five days ago, I thought enduring the Emperor’s temptations for a week would be easier than eating cake, but experiencing it firsthand is no ordinary matter. The thought of spending all of Saturday and Sunday on dates outside with the Emperor makes it even worse. I almost would have preferred being locked alone with the blond Emperor in his office.

“…Huh?”

Could it be that His Majesty’s tantalizing behavior until Friday was all part of his plan? Was he keeping the weekend in mind all along?

Our brilliant, cunning, and devious Emperor is certainly capable of such scheming. But realizing this now doesn’t change anything. In three hours, I have to make the rounds of what’s supposedly the trendy couple date course in the capital these days.

“What should I do?”

After much deliberation, I resolved to at least ruin today’s outfit and makeup. No matter how I look, the Emperor will lust after me anyway, but there should be degrees of difference. Fortunately, my makeup skills are quite terrible, so they’ll be a great help to my plan.

However, things in this world rarely go according to plan.

“Miss, don’t close your eyes. The mascara isn’t dry yet.”

“Oh my, dear. If you had a date, you should have told us earlier.”

“Exactly. We would have prepared from yesterday. Shopping, makeup, everything.”

“Fortunately, you don’t need to go shopping. Your wardrobe has grown quite a bit. Did your boyfriend buy these for you?”

“…Yes.”

Before I knew it, I had been captured by my landlady and her daughter for a makeover session. It wasn’t that they had ghostly intuition about my date and barged into my room—it was because I had botched my makeup so badly that I eventually had to call for SOS.

I mean… I didn’t know I’d mess it up that badly. Sure, messing it up was the goal, but when you’re going to spend all day walking around with a handsome man, you shouldn’t look embarrassingly awful next to him. I swear I’m not having professionals do my makeup because I want to look good for the Emperor.

“Miss, your makeup is all done. Last time we went for more of an innocent look, but today I added a bit more allure. It’s a day when you need to bring your A-game, after all.”

“…A-allure?”

I hadn’t anticipated this kind of disaster.

“Of course, you were born with an aura that makes men’s hearts flutter just by breathing, but you were lacking a bit in sultry maturity, so I filled in that gap.”

The landlady’s daughter held up a mirror to me with the proud expression of an artist who had created a masterpiece. I was afraid to face myself in the mirror. It wasn’t that I doubted her skills—I was worried about that “sultry” something-or-other point she mentioned.

“…Huh?”

But contrary to my worries, the me in the mirror wasn’t much different from last time’s makeup. The blush and lip color were just slightly deeper? Even that wasn’t the stereotypical seductress red. It was still far from leaving the realm of pink.

When I tilted my head in confusion, not knowing what had changed, my makeup teacher kindly pointed out the details under my eyes and above my nose. On my pale skin were two small reddish-brown dots.

“Beauty marks?”

“Exactly! You’d be amazed how much one little dot can change your whole look. I guarantee that gentleman won’t be able to take his eyes off you today!”

“……”

I have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. Do young people these days think differently? I mean, I’m young too. I’ll be lucky if His Majesty doesn’t make fun of me.

Countless questions flashed through my mind, but I didn’t bother voicing them. Aside from the two dots, the makeup was truly perfect. At times like this, it’s only proper to praise the golden-handed teacher’s skills until your mouth goes dry.

She nodded as if accustomed to such praise, listening to the compliments, then suddenly her eyes lit up as she pulled out another cosmetic from her pouch.

“Oh my goodness, I almost forgot this. Miss, here, try this. Put it on your lips.”

What she’d forgotten seemed to be lip gloss. My lips gleamed luminously with the slightly pearlescent clear gloss applied over them. It looked like fruit coated in sugar. Luscious and sweet-looking, that is.

“Miss, I’ll give you this as a gift, so take it with you. It’s the trendy kiss-summoning lip gloss that’s popular these days.”

“What does it summon?”

“Kisses.”

“……”

The world must really be coming to an end. To think they’d make cosmetics that summon such terrifying things. Kids these days really have no fear.

I politely declined, saying I didn’t need such lip gloss, but my makeup teacher was stubborn. She left instructions to reapply it every three hours and slipped the lip gloss into my bag before disappearing.

Since my makeup turned out so well, I tried to wear something modest, but the landlady had an uncanny ability to spot the new clothes His Majesty had given me. She pulled out three outfits and had me try them on. I left the house wearing the dress with the most buttons. My reason for choosing that dress was simple—it would be difficult to take off.

‘…But couldn’t he just roll up the skirt anyway?’

I pondered this belated realization as I walked with troubled steps.

It looks like today’s date is going to be a disaster.