Epilogue

I am Rosalyn Everhart.

The (former) secretary and (current) fiancée of Kaiser Lucretia, Emperor of the Lucretia Empire.

Regrettably, I am currently on my way to work.

If you ask why the Emperor’s fiancée is heading to work at 9 AM on a precious weekend morning, of course, I’ll tell you.

“Sigh…”

My replacement hasn’t been found.

We posted job openings throughout the entire empire, but we couldn’t find a single person capable of looking at His Imperial Majesty’s face all day without falling for him. This remained true even after he became an engaged man.

His Imperial Majesty said he could work without a secretary and didn’t want anyone but me by his side, but I still felt uneasy about it. The Emperor’s workload had skyrocketed because of the wedding schedule. Well, it was partly our fault for arbitrarily leaving the palace empty for a week. Thanks to that, our honeymoon fell through, but that’s okay.

Because every moment with Kai is sweeter than any trip.

That doesn’t make weekend work any sweeter, though. Kai would definitely be hurt by my words, but I’m confident that working people throughout the entire empire would agree with me.

“Good morning, Lady Rosalyn!”

“Good morning!”

The elites who came to work on the weekend like me greeted me with bright faces. I wondered why they looked so cheerful despite working over a month straight without a single day off, and apparently they’re getting what they call “financial therapy”—daily bonuses. I value rest more than money, but elites really are different.

“Lady Rosalyn, have you chosen your wedding dress?”

“His Majesty commissioned five dresses to be made. The boutique that got chosen is apparently going crazy because their status has changed dramatically.”

“Haha, is that so?”

I let out an awkward laugh as I steeped two tea bags. The truth is, one of those dresses got torn the day before yesterday. The reason is… well, the usual one. There’s a superstition that if the groom sees the bride in a wedding dress before the wedding, it brings misfortune to the marriage, but we’ve been officially married for ages, so it doesn’t really matter.

“The diamond ring you’re wearing, Lady Rosalyn, is already selling like hotcakes in similar designs.”

“Though of course the diamond size isn’t quite like this one. My goodness, how many carats is that?”

Ten carats. His Majesty made a huge fuss about having a 100-carat diamond ring made, but it’s not like I’m going to attack someone with a ring, and if I walked around with something like that on my hand, my finger would fall off. Instead, he had a 100-carat diamond necklace made for me. The necklace has an additional 100 diamonds embedded in it, so it’s blinding under the lights. That’s not a figure of speech—it literally hurts my eyes.

The elites were surrounding me, bombarding me with questions, when they suddenly felt a sharp gaze from afar and scattered in all directions in an instant. His Imperial Majesty had come all the way to the entrance of the break room to meet me. I’ve told him countless times not to do this, but he just won’t listen.

I mean, he held me in his arms until dawn, and now he’s being this obsessive after not seeing me for just a couple hours? Honestly, I complain about it out loud, but I’d love for him to be this obsessed with me for the rest of my life.

“Rosalyn, please come in.”

“Oh, Your Majesty. You could just wait a little bit, so why do you come all the way out here every time?”

“In case the teacup is too heavy.”

The most handsome man in the world grins sheepishly, his eyes crinkling as he smiles bashfully, embarrassed by what he himself considers a trivial reason. It’s nothing new, but he has the kind of face that makes even the most pointless excuses sound believable. Even the cheesiest romantic gestures seem genuinely romantic coming from him.

He takes the tray with the teapot and teacup in his left hand, then gently wraps his right arm around my waist. The way he looks at me with those honey-sweet eyes is just the cherry on top. Whistles ring out from all directions. According to rumors, the greatest perk of working at the imperial palace is watching His Imperial Majesty and me in our romantic moments. I really don’t get what’s so entertaining about other people’s love lives.

What I find entertaining is—

Thwack—the moment the office door closed, His Imperial Majesty’s gaze, which had been nothing but sweet, suddenly turned chilling. He set the tray on the desk and hurriedly lifted my skirt. The outline of his erection was blatantly visible beneath his white uniform. Embarrassed, I lightly tapped his chest.

“Your Majesty, please don’t. It’s working hours.”

“Rosalyn, are you saying that to provoke me?”

“I came here to help because you’re busy today. If you do this…”

Before I could finish speaking, my lips were devoured and my skirt was hiked up to my waist. Shameless hands rolled down my panties, then irritably tore them when they caught on my thighs. I’ve lost count of how many pairs of panties have been ripped like this.

He turned me around, pressed me against the wall, and spread my ass cheeks wide. Arousal was trickling from my opening. He coated his glans with my arousal and chuckled throatily.

“Already soaking wet. You must have really missed my cock.”

Come to think of it, I had fallen asleep alone first yesterday due to His Majesty’s overtime issues. He came in briefly at dawn for a catnap, then left for work two hours before me. His stamina is truly impressive—it’s always what makes things difficult for me.

“Seems you have time for idle thoughts.”

“No, no, I don’t…”

I hastily denied it, but it was already too late. His cock, aimed with perfect precision, plunged all the way to the base in one thrust. It was a rougher start than usual. My legs went weak and my groin trembled uncontrollably. He didn’t care about my needs and roughly moved his hips. Squelch, squelch—the obscene wet sounds echoed throughout the sacred office.

“Ahh, mm, haa…”

He hadn’t even been thrusting for long when fluid trickled down between my legs. He mercilessly ground my pussy as it quivered in climax, breathing a satisfied laugh into my ear.

“Rose’s body is so sensitive.”

“In the office, mm, we agreed to speak formally…”

“Ah, I said that turns me on more, didn’t I?”

“That’s not the reason— ah, ahhh!”

Thud, thud, thud, thud—he had been rapidly thrusting his hips when he buried his cock deep to the root and his body shuddered once. Thick, unending cum filled me, warming the inside of my belly. As he slowly swayed his hips mid-climax, thick fluid dripped down in clumps to my heels. He caught his breath for a moment with a “whew,” then drove his hips forward again, piercing through my inner walls. All I could do was lean my face against the office door and pant weakly.

He came twice inside me right there at the door, then lifted me up with his cock still buried in my pussy and sat down in his office chair. We’d spent entire afternoons like this before while he worked, and it seemed like today would be no different. My body trembled with excitement at the memory of that day’s lovemaking. But the last thread of my rationality stopped His Majesty’s strange behavior.

“Your Majesty, this is a place for work, ngh…”

“Who taught you to say things like that just to turn me on?”

“Please, Your Majesty… do your work properly, ahh.”

He gripped my waist and slowly rolled his hips, making me moan without meaning to.

“Keep your neck straight. Unless you want to be laid down and fucked all day.”

From his voice tone, which had dropped to something more sinister than usual, it seemed like His Majesty today would be more than capable of following through on that threat. I wrapped both arms tightly around his neck and buried my face against the left side of his nape. The position with our bodies pressed together from chest to groin was obscenely intimate. It was even more so because neither of us had even undressed. To anyone who didn’t know what was happening and saw us from a distance, it would just look like we were embracing.

But I would never let His Majesty know this fact. There was no telling what mischief he might get up to if his playful side was triggered. It might be worth trying in a dream, but this was reality. That doesn’t mean I’m disappointed it’s not a dream or anything. I’m not a pervert. Though I have been a little influenced by a pervert…

“Ahh.”

As soon as I sat down, while he was mechanically processing documents, he suddenly lifted my hips without warning. The wet, squelching sounds echoed obscenely. He thrust into me roughly until my inner walls clenched and fluttered, then just before I could climax, he picked up his pen again and went back to his papers. He was doing this on purpose. Burning with arousal, I tried moving my hips myself to chase that peak, but it was impossible to come on my own. This bastard. Frustrated and desperate, all I could do was swallow my ragged breaths.

He flicked his bright red tongue as if making an excuse.

“Rosalyn, if you come again now, you’ll probably fall asleep… Just hold out this once. I’ll fuck you again in a little while.”

“Even if I fall asleep… hah, you’ll just fuck me anyway.”

“I don’t have a hobby of waking sleeping women by fucking them.”

“You’ve done it plenty of times.”

“That was when you weren’t completely asleep.”

“…What are you even saying.”

I couldn’t understand his standards at all, so I kept my mouth shut. After confirming my sulky tone, he turned his head to look at my face. I felt wronged that he’d made such a mess of me while staying perfectly composed himself. This was how he always was, except for that first time at Evlit Castle.

He smiled with his eyes crinkling as if I were utterly adorable, then bit down on my slightly protruding lips as if swallowing them. The merciful lord’s whisper followed.

“I’ll let it slide just this once.”

Thud, thud, thud—my body, caught in his grip, shook violently up and down. My ass bounced off his thighs, lifting into the air before sliding back down his shaft repeatedly. Before long, climax crashed over me like a tidal wave. My body, dangling from his neck, curled up tightly. The orgasm I’d been waiting for was long and intense.

“Ah, ahh, mmm… haa.”

Irregular whimpers continued, and soon my eyelids grew heavy. He gently stroked the back of my head and whispered in a voice tinged with amusement.

“See? You’re getting sleepy.”

“Mmm…”

“Are you going to sleep with me still inside you?”

I think I shook my head and mumbled something in response to his question, but I can’t remember what. When I opened my eyes again, I was still clinging to him while he held me close. It wasn’t surprising since this happened often.

“Sleep a little more, Rosalyn.”

“No… I need to work.”

“Work during regular business hours.”

A weak laugh escaped me. My breath against his nape seemed to tickle him, making his shoulders twitch. As I scattered small kisses along his neck and jaw, I felt his half-softened member stiffen back to life. The hands gripping my waist tightened.

“Rosalyn, I think you might be more of a pervert than I am.”

“That’s a bit harsh.”

“You brought this on yourself, Rosalyn.”

In an instant, my body was laid down. A dark, massive silhouette loomed over me.

It was an ordinary weekend, as usual.