Chapter 1. Prologue
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Raha’s arms trembled at the force of the strong thrust. There was a physiological fear that her lower belly would be penetrated right through. Even that was quickly overturned by the pleasure… The heat seemed to be swallowing her body.
Shed grabbed Raha’s drooping body. Couldn’t use his knees was fine, although his position was much more limited than he thought.
Shed’s hand grasped Raha’s chin. He wanted to kiss her. Shed kissed the lovely lips that were breathing hard as if he was eating it. Raha was kissed almost as if she was being dragged.
Her breathing, which was slowly stabilizing, didn’t last long. Removing his lips from hers, Shed viciously lifted Raha’s buttocks as he thrust in hard again.
“Haaaa…………! Shed ……! Haaaa…!”
Watery water began to mix at the end of Raha’s moan. Her insides seemed to melt away as it was. At first his size was too much, but now his strength was too much to handle. It was hard to breathe because it kept moving. Her legs bridged side by side between Shed’s two thighs. Her toes were already shrinking all the way down.
“Don’t squeeze, Raha…”
At a low whispering voice, Shed grabbed Raha’s both hands in one hand and drove her mercilessly. She began to feel hot under her neck and even her eyes. The deepest sensitivity on the inside had been stimulated dozens of times and was unbearable.
Eventually she reached her climax and shuddered as she sobbed. A faint moan came from Shed’s mouth. He raised Raha’s body up and down a few more times and then relaxed.
Raha clung to his chest, his hands still gripped by Shed’s. She gasped and leaned her head back to catch her breath. After filling her insides with his seeds, Shed didn’t remove his p*nis.
How much that voice calling his name seemed to melt into him. Shed’s p*nis swelled immediately. Raha flinched and asked.
“Shall we do more ……?”
“With your body?”
“I’m not the one who got hurt. You’re.”
Raha wrinkled her brow.
“But if you’re injured, you shouldn’t push yourself too hard.
She hesitated and came down. A low moan escaped her, partly because of the feeling of a large foreign object breaking free.
Raha said, aware of her bottom that still seemed to have a lot of heat in it.
“You can do whatever you want, whenever you want.”
“Even if you’re sleeping?”
“Are you aware of who is the master and who is the slave?”
“Of course I am. How precious my bloodline is.”
Raha laughed as she joked.
Shed wondered about Raha from time to time.
To satisfy sexual desire? Yeah, she could use her slave for that purpose.
However, the s*x he had just had was not just for Raha. It was like she was offering her body as compensation for Shed’s hardship. He did have an appetite, actually.
What Raha just said was a bit strange. Do what he wants, when he wants, to his heart’s content? Aside from the explicit language, there was something strange about it. It was a kind of instinctive touchiness.
Raha was about to lie down on the bed, not knowing what Shed was thinking, asked.
“What if I’m asleep and accidentally touch your knees?”
‘’I don’t mind.”
But Raha shook her head.
“Turn that way and lie down.”
Shed obediently obeyed. Then Raha hugged him around the waist and rested her cheek on his broad back.
“This should do it. Good night.”
Then she closed her eyes quickly.
Shed lowered his gaze slightly and looked down at the white hand holding him tightly in front of his waist.
His hand grabbed hers tightly. The warmth that clung to his back felt too small. The hand, the face. Maybe Raha was the only one who didn’t know. The pattern of her bones that were so concave, like those of a dying person.
His back, her regular breathing. A soft pulse. Unlike the reaction to all of this, his poor master, unable to sleep.
Shed turned over.
Before he knew it, their eyes met.
Raha blinked as she was held in Shed’s arms.
“What if I hit your knees?”
“Hit it as hard as you want, master.”
Shed smiled. He covered Raha’s back. She felt like a child with his big arms around her.
Shed’s body was warm and his width was stable. Every time they mixed their bodies again and again, Shed would open his arms when Raha reached out for him. Lately, he would hug her first. No one had ever held her for this long before.
So Raha felt really strange.
* * * *
It was a few days after that tremendous news arrived at the Duke of Winston’s residence in the capital.
Duke Winston forgot knocking and opened the door. At that moment, Jamela, Duke Winston’s daughter, who was playing a card game with her friends in her room, instinctively raised her head.
“Duke? What’s the matter?”
Jamela’s childhood friend, Rosain, asked, and Duke Winston cleared his throat in embarrassment. He immediately smiled broadly with unconcealed joy and pride.
“Jamela. Look. His Majesty has sent you a marriage proposal.”
The noble children who had been laughing along with Jamela jumped up. Jamela thought she should stand up gracefully, at least one tempo slower than them.
Duke Winston raised one hand to his chest and said politely.
“Now you are the next Empress of the great Delo Empire.”
“Father, don’t greet me like that. We’re father and daughter.”
“Ah, yes. I couldn’t believe it.”
Duke Winston burst out laughing again and again. He seemed to be very happy.
At the big news, Duke Winston’s family began to prepare for an impromptu party, and Jamela said “thank you” to her friends who were saying “congratulations” to her.
Duke Winston lifted the fancy box containing the marriage proposal letter to Jamela and said.
“Good job. You did what father told you to do. That much was enough to get His Majesty’s attention.”
It was also very difficult to attract “that much interest” from the emperor.
Jamela raised the edge of her mouth.
However, the emperor had no interest in her at all. She had not noticed that terrible indifference.
“Yes, His Majesty has personally invited you and father to his hunt in two days’ time. What a great honor!”
The delighted Duke Winston left Jamela’s room when he heard the butler say that his vassals had arrived.
“Should I call you Empress?”
“Already what? Even before being rebuked, I would suffer for being disrespectful.”
The friends laughed, “It seems I’m going to be the Empress’s best friend,” and began to get into a card game that now had a larger stake. Good moods were an important part of gambling.
Jamela sat down at the dressing table, leaving her fussing friends on one side.
Rosain, Jamela’s childhood friend, stopped behind her and smiled.
“I must tell my uncle when I get home. He was quite anxious to get you and me married.” (*apparently Rosain is a man)
“Why don’t you send a letter to Count Ligulish now and invite him to the party today?”
“You want to see the face of my uncle who can’t cry or laugh? Very well.”
Rosain took a step in search of paper and pen. When the golden-haired young man in the mirror disappeared, Jamela fixed her gaze on her reflection again.
Coincidentally, she was wearing a blue dress again today. The color was more subdued than the one she wore in the banquet hall.
Why did the emperor choose her and not any other ladies?
She recalled the banquet hall appearing as if the starry sky was cascading down in a gorgeous way.
Sweet melodies and strong drinks also come to her mind one after another.
“The Princess said that the wine was her favorite of the day.”
Jamela smiled gracefully, as the next empress.
Her eyes reflected in the mirror were the same blue as her dress.
* * *
“I’m seeing the great Emperor.”
Following Duke Winston, Jamela greeted Karzen in a flawless manner.
This was a huge forest owned by the imperial family. It was the place where emperors often go hunting. And the emperor was not alone today.
“I greet you, Your Highness.”
Princess Raha was also with him here. As the emperor’s only twin, it was no surprise that she would be present at the family gathering.
“It’s a beautiful day.”
Duke Winston went with Karzen to the hunting grounds.
Raha raised her head.
“May I sit next to you?”
Raha smiled and advanced her hand. The somewhat distant space quickly became closer. Jamela sat down on the newly placed chair by the attendant and straightened her gaze.
“Is the tea to your liking?”
“Yes. It’s a very fine tea.”
“I’m glad. It’s very sunny today.”
“It’s a good day for hunting. A little cold, though.”
“I’ll tell them to bring a hot water bottle if you’re cold.”
Before Raha could finish, the attentive attendants hurried to bring the hot water bottle. Jamela bowed lightly.
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
“You’re welcome. We’ll be a family soon, so relax.”
“Oh, I’m embarrassed.”
Raha smiled and looked ahead.
At first glance, she seemed to be concentrating on the two men hunting in front of her, Karzen and the Duke Winston, but Jamela could tell.
The Princess was not looking at anything.