Today Prime Minister Also Wants to Bang His Head on the Pillar

Chapter 10

The Prime Minister was tormented until his legs got sore. His small mouth was red and swollen, even mixed with some faint blood
streaks from being torn when the Emperor first invaded. When he finally couldn't withstand it anymore, his tunnel suddenly contracted hard.

The Emperor's breathing hitched, he pinned down the other's waist,
leaned against his ear, and shot deep inside once more.

Getting caught off caught, the Emperor was so angry he"you you you" for half a day. The Prime Minister was extremely tired, he weakly patted the Emperor's full-of-scratches back and persuaded, "Your Majesty, it's late, we
should rest."

The Emperor could only reluctantly agree. He handed a towel to the Prime Minister and prepared to go to sleep.

The Prime Minister supported himself with both arms and got out of bed. The semen left inside flowed down his thigh, drawing a white line.

The Emperor quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

The Prime Minister replied tiredly, "To wash those out."

There was a bathing area behind the screen.
Finished speaking, he continued heading behind the screen, but the Emperor had gotten off the bed and picked him up. The Emperor felt a little embarrassed for not knowing about this washup step and tried to
butter up to the Prime Minister, "Il help you."

The Prime Minister wanted to refuse, but he was really too tired to say anything, and just let the Ermperor pick him up.

The Emperor sat on the wooden chair in the bathing area with the Prime Minister on his lap. The Prime Minister clung his arms around
the Emperor's neck, his legs closed, and his bottoms raised to the other direction.

The Emperor did what he did at the beginning, squeezing two fingers deep inside the small cave and slowly took out the semen, which was a lot. When he paused and reached out to take a scoop of water, the white fluid trickled out from the entrance of the cave, it looked like a small mouth that kept swallowing and spitting out a man's semen.

Seeing this sight, the Emperor wanted to go for another round on the spot, but the Prime Minister patted him on the back.

After they were done washing, he went to sleep with the Prime Minister in his arm. The palace maid in charge of the night watch had already changed the bedding.

The Emperor felt that his heart and the Prime Minister's had grown a little closer. Before going to bed, he held the Prime Minister and kissed him wildly several times, even after the Prime Minister blocked his mouth, he wasn't annoyed.

Court meetings were temporarily halted for the next ten days. The Empress Dowager passed early, so there was no need to go anywhere to pay morning greetings. The
Emperor lay on the bed with the Prime Minister, bitterly, really just lying on the bed with him.

The Prime Minister was worried the Emperor would neglect government affairs, so he advised him to quickly get out of bed and get to work. But the Emperor had already handled
it beforehand and even helped with the Prime Minister's portions.

Finally, the Prime Minister could rest with a peaceful heart.
In the beginning, he obediently allowed the Emperor to rub him up and down, but then, he suddenly wriggled uncomfortably. The
Emperor asked, "What's wrong with the Empress?"

The Prime Minister blushed and said, "It hurts...there," the last syllable was dragged on, making it sound like he was pouting.

The Emperor suddenly remembered the ointment the Imperial physician gave him yesterday. Turned out it was for this.

He let the Prime Minister lay on his stomach while he knelt behind him. His hands gently parted the Prime Minister's bottoms and took a closer look at the reddened and swollen
entrance.

When the Emperor moved closer, his breath sprayed on the entrance of the Prime Minister's hole and teased it into shrinking.

The Emperor suddenly remembered how the Prime Minister abruptly tightened up to force him to release, a little resentment rose up. He lightly slapped the other's butts. The Prime
Minister couldn't hold back a soft moan,
"Um... Your Majesty..! Your Majesty...forgive me..."

The Emperor did not have the heart to
continue blaming him. He opened the box and took out a little paste, first rubbed the paste evenly on the outside with a finger, then inserted it and stirred around, applied the
medicine inside.

The Prime Minister's moan was so soft it was almost inaudible. The Emperor saw the small mouth was really red and swollen, so he took
pity and blew on it.

The Prime Minister's back tensed up, he quickly pleaded to be let go, "Your Majesty...! It's okay now, you can get up."

The Emperor stood up and saw the Prime Minister's lips were bitten until it got red, his eyes were moist.