Your Majesty Is Annoying

Chapter 19

When he realized who the soft, delicate body belonged to, which was locked in his arms, he suddenly came to his senses.

His mind flashed with the realization: Ever since Medea turned 20, and we scheduled union nights, he had never fallen asleep beside her.

'Why?'

Because he was disgusted by her trying to douse him with an aphrodisiac, it made him distrust her. So, he always ejaculated once and left the bedroom right afterward.

Yes, it had been like that, hadn't it...

[Flashback to earlier in the night]

"Hah, ah... anymore......... Ah, please..."

"It hurts.....?"

With a trembling imploring Medea locked in his arms, Lyle whispered gently.

Medea had no idea what to do with her face soaked with pleasure.

"Yeah....... I think it seems to be weird... Hnngh, Your Majesty..."

He achieved their desires by coaxing and soothing Medea when she was struggling.

As the number of times of their coupling exceeded eight, Medea was stretched out; not even aware saliva was spilling out of her mouth.

Lyle was still not satisfied and released his desires in her.

He greedily coveted and coveted... and even left red marks all over her body.

[End of flashback]

'Oh My God.'

With a blushing look, Lyle swept his face in disbelief.

Never before had he lost his reason and gone mad with lust by embracing a woman.

'I never had this even after drinking an aphrodisiac—You must be insane.'

With a burning face, Lyle peeped at Medea, who was sleeping as if she were dead.

No dress hung around her waist.

After the second climax, Lyle became extremely passionate and became irritated by the cloth that covered Medea and tore it apart.

"You're not really dead, are you?"

He was a Sword Master and persistently made her reach new thresholds, so her body couldn't be fine.

He enjoyed helping Medea be overwhelmed by unfamiliar stimulation...

Lyle listened to her even breathing and watched her naked body wrapped in a blanket.

It was as if flower petals were strewn across, over her delicate skin.

They were all traces left by Lyle, who had adored her without a second thought.

'You seem to be sleeping well.'

Lyle, who couldn't stop turning his eyes towards her soft skin, was ashamed when he noticed that heat was already gathering around his navel and ready to hurriedly sheath himself in Medea's body.

Lyle, covered his eyes with his palms pressed against them and turned away from her....

'I have to stay away from her, for her safety.

But when Medea opens her eyes, I want to be the first person she sees....'

"Haa ... ."

Lyle sighed deeply, as he sat on a nearby sofa.