Lyle was thrilled by the exhilaration that spread with a shudder of sweetness. It was sweeter than he remembered.
Drunk on her softness, he sucked and kissed her lips to his heart’s content, and Medea in his arms struggled.
“Haa, um hum …”
She was barely able to breathe through her nose and cried as if she couldn’t make it. It seemed impossible to get used to kissing in just one day.
Lyle smiled and pulled Medea’s body close. If she was not used to it, he could teach her from now on. None of that was a reason to separate.
“Ah,… .Well, Pfft … .”
Lyle hugged Medea with trembling lips. It was lovely to have a small, slender body in his arms.
As I indulged himself in her soft lips and shared saliva with Medea, my gasping breath leaked.
“Ha……..Millie……. …why are you so sweet?”
I murmured absently—not comprehending.
But Medea was already in a state that she could not answer.
Lyle gazed with satisfaction at a panting Medea whose lips were glistening with his saliva,
With his free left hand, he loosened Medea’s dress strap.
Then Medea, who was gasping in a daze, looked at Lyle as if she had come to her senses.
“Eh? What are you doing…… ?”
“Weren’t you reading erotica because you wanted to do it with me?”
“N, no? Wait! Don’t untie it! I can’t wear it alone… … . Ah!”
The hem of the dress was loose, and the front was pulled down, and Medea’s body swiftly slid out of the dress.
Medea, now only in a corset and underskirt, looked at Lyle, stunned.
When he made eye contact with Medea, he kissed her and started to unravel her corset.
Medea was frightened by his relentless touch.
“This is a library! If someone comes…”
“I sent everyone out and ordered them not to let anyone in. No one’s going to disturb us,” Lyle whispered, releasing Medea’s corset.
*Teuk*
The corset fell to the floor, causing Medea’s breasts to pop out and flutter. Medea concealed her breasts with both arms in confused chagrin.
“B-but still in a place like this… … !”
“The imperial palace is all mine, can’t I do anything, anywhere?”
Then my body trembled as his eyes, staring directly at me, seemed to declare, ‘You are mine too.’
Lyle approached a quivering Medea.
“Release your arms.”
“N-no! Our union day has passed, so why….”
“Because I want to. You want me too.…. don’t you?”
Medea could not refute Lyle’s words.
It was true that I wanted to play with Lyle. I liked the night I spent with him, but I didn’t want to do it anytime or anywhere.
“T-then in the bedroom.”
“I want to do it here.”
I couldn’t wait any longer.
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Your Majesty is annoying
Historical FictionAlready the eighth suicide attempt.Empress Medea did not die again this time. But this time it's a little strange. "Memory loss?" Emperor Lyle is amused with Medea's operation. You've been tormenting me terribly this whole time, and now you've lost...