Six months later
Y/N’s POV:
It’s been six months, and Jungkook treats me with love and respect. I can’t believe that I finally have a perfect life with him. Still, I’m afraid that all this happiness might suddenly turn upside down.
He treats me well, and he has ended his interactions with Lisa.
He only talks to her when necessary, but Lisa still tries very hard to approach him.
He told me that he would ignore her as much as he could.
I love how Jungkook cares for the child and loves me, taking care of my every single need. Yet, I’m still afraid of him.
Even though it seems like he has changed, I’m scared that one day he will turn back into the old, frightening Jungkook.
As I was bathing and thinking about all these things, suddenly two strong hands wrapped around my waist from behind. I flinched at first because of his warm touch, but then I calmed down and rested my head against his chest.
He kissed my cheek softly.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He suddenly turned me around and laid me down in the bathtub.
“Where are the maids?” he asked.
“I don’t need them. I can bathe by myself.”
He chuckled lightly and began massaging my legs.
When he reached my feet, he noticed a little swelling, so he started massaging them gently.
I lay back, feeling the calmness spread as he released the tension in my feet.
Slowly, his hands moved upward, and he started massaging my thighs. When his hand rested on my inner thigh, I felt my legs tremble.
He looked at me with a smirk, and I felt embarrassed—and needy—after having no release for six months.
He placed his thumb between my lips, and I began to suck on it desperately. His other hand, which was between my thighs, moved closer.
He gently parted my lips and focused on my sensitive spot. Soon, he lowered himself underwater, and I gasped, holding onto his hand as pleasure washed over me.
He pressed soft kisses there, making me lose control. I could feel my climax approaching, so I whispered,
“Faster, my king.”
That gave him more confidence, and he worked harder until I completely gave in.
I took deep breaths as he rose from the water and kissed me passionately.
He pulled back and said softly,
“I’m such a fool. It took me so many years to realize that I love you, and that you’re the only queen of my kingdom.”
I chuckled and asked,
“Then what about Lisa? Didn’t you love her?”
He made a strange face that made me laugh.
“I think I only cared for her because of her status. But after living with you, I realized how much I lacked real love.”
That statement relieved me, though I still couldn’t predict the future.
He continued,
“No one could ever replace you, my queen.”
“Oh my, what a sweet nickname,” I said teasingly. “The king of my heart.”
He chuckled and gently rubbed my body. After washing me, he lifted me from the bathtub and laid me on the bed.
He called for the maids and asked them to bring hot water and oil. They arrived quickly.
He soaked my legs in warm water and massaged them again, making me feel relaxed and cherished.
After drying them, he applied oil to my feet and kissed my forehead.
Then he went to change his wet clothes. Once we were both ready, we headed to the courtroom.
There, we met Mrs. Jeon. She gave me a small smile, which I returned.
Mrs. Jeon isn’t harsh with me like before, but she isn’t affectionate either.
She’s still cold, yet she tries to help me in her own way—especially by making nutritious soups for my pregnancy.
I sat on my throne, and as usual, Lisa shot me sharp glances. If looks could hurt, she would’ve been blinded already.
After listening to all the court matters, the session finally ended.
As we were heading to our room, Lisa stopped Jungkook. She was about to speak, but then she looked at me and said mockingly,
“I wanted to speak to you privately, King. I fear the Empress might not like what I have to say.”
She emphasized “Empress” in a mocking tone. I was about to respond, but Jungkook spoke first.
“It’s fine. You can speak here. She isn’t going to eat you.”
I chuckled, and he leaned close, whispering teasingly,
“Instead, I’m the one who’s going to eat you.”
I smiled shyly, which made Lisa glare at me with pure jealousy.
She then said,
“So, King, when will you hold the baby’s gender ceremony?”
I was shocked. She smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction. I was ready to lash out, but Jungkook stopped me.
“How dare you say this?” I snapped.
She put on an innocent expression.
“I’m only talking about traditions. It’s important to know the child’s gender so the future ruler can be prepared.”
Her assumption that the baby would be a boy made me furious. Jungkook looked thoughtful—he has always wanted a son to rule the kingdom.
He sensed my anger and gently held my hand.
“Calm down, baby. Go to your room. Lisa, we’ll hold the ceremony in two days.”
That made her smile. She bowed and left, clearly satisfied.
I looked at Jungkook.
“So, you never really changed. Am I
right?”
He cupped my face and said,
“Baby, it’s important to have a son to take care of the kingdom. Girls require heavy dowries. Look at you—your father married you off to me because he didn’t want to give one.”
I was beyond angry.
“BUT THAT’S HOW WE MET. CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS OUR FATE AND KARMA?”
Seeing my condition, he tried to calm me and guided me back to our room, laying me on the bed.
“Why can’t you understand, Jungkook? Knowing the baby’s gender isn’t necessary. Even if we don’t have a son, we can still live happily. When you retire, you can appoint someone capable to rule the kingdom. It’s better for the kingdom to be in safe hands than to force responsibility on a child.”
He looked at me coldly and replied,
“I want a boy because I don’t want my dynasty to end so easily. Now sleep.”
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