IYAMD 127

IYAMD 127

“What kind of martial art is this?” Jaha tightened his grip around Marsilia’s waist and applied force to his legs.

Without even realizing what had happened, Marsilia collapsed sideways, and before long, their positions had reversed. Jaha, with his eyes lowered, slowly shifted his body.

“Ah, yeah… huh….”

He lifted his body higher and higher, increasing his speed. Every time he thrust his buttocks down with a thud, his hole tightened around the cock. Every time he did, a moan burst from Marsilia’s mouth.

“Ah…, ugh, yes….”

His hair rippled behind him as he moved his body. The long hair, which reached down to his thighs, tickled the skin between Marsilia’s legs, causing his knees to bend of their own accord.

When Marsilia couldn’t hold it in anymore and raised his waist, a loud scream burst out of Jaha’s mouth.

As he looked down at Marsilia’s face, Jaha’s chin gradually lifted. Marsilia saw the ridges of his long, tilted neck ripple, and he swallowed dryly.

Jaha placed his palm on Marsilia’s lower abdomen and shook his waist. When Marsilia moved his hand to his dangling genitals, Jaha shuddered and shook his head.

“Ugh!”

As Marsilia grabbed Jaha’s penis, Jaha tightened ​Read on​his hole, as if he wanted to cut off his dick.

“ah……”

Marsilia sighed softly and grabbed Jaha’s penis and stroked it. Jaha slumped down and the penis penetrated more deeply, he clenched his thighs and trembled.

At the same time, as the hole wrapped around pillar, thick liquid burst out from both of their genitals. Marsilia gripped the twitching penis tightly at the sensation that made his hair stand on end.

Jaha squeezed his eyes shut, shook his body, and ejaculated, then let his shoulders, which had been tense, drop as if he had lost all strength.

Every time he jerked and bounced his hips, the semen he spurted out soaked Marsilia’s hand. Marsilia leisurely moved his hand and stroked the penis.

He was so out of breath that his chest was pounding. When Marsilia, who had ejaculated all of his semen inside Jaha, raised his upper body, Jaha hugged him.

“Are you tired already?”

Now that Jaha had done as he pleased, it was Marsilia’s turn. It was the perfect time to start pounding at his inner walls.

Before the excitement in Jaha’s body could die down, Marsilia laid him down again and began to move his hips.

“Ah! Hnngh! Wait!”

Marsilia let out a heavy breath as he roughly thrust into him. He felt as if he were going to be completely consumed by the pleasure that surged through his body.

How nice it would be if time could stop like this. So that he wouldn’t have to leave his side, so that he could roll around in the bedroom with him all the time. How nice it would be if morning never came.

As the sweat on his forehead began to drip down, Jaha reached out and stroked his forehead. Kissing the hand that was pushing back his damp hair, Marsilia dug deeper into him.

His eyes closed on their own, immersed in the dizzying pleasure and warm body temperature.

…

Jaha’s preparations for the subjugation were completed in three days. A horde of monsters had already been discovered in the Doton territory, and extermination efforts had begun, while goblins were also spotted moving near the Thorton territory.

The invasion was about ten days earlier than usual, so Jaha had decided to accelerate his departure.

The group accompanying Jaha, excluding him, consisted of ten people—eight knights and two priests.

In the meantime, Jaha had received a checkup from the doctor. Upon being told that he was not pregnant, Marsilia’s emotions were quite mixed. This was especially true when Jaha showed a somewhat relieved expression.

While the knights prepared for departure, Jaha spent time either practicing his writing in Marsilia’s office or receiving reports on the preparations from Gerald.

Watching this quietly, Serez casually asked Marsilia, “Shouldn’t you start using a separate palace?”

Marsilia glanced at Serez and ignored [Read on]his comment. Serez, pretending not to notice, asked again in a slightly louder voice.

“What about the Empress’s palace?”

Marsilia sighed deeply and glared at his chief aide. Serez flinched, sighed, and then said seriously, “You’re aware that rumors are already spreading among the nobles, right?”

Marsilia replied with a bold face, “I have no idea what rumors are going around.”

In fact, just a few days ago, Ashton had told him the same thing—that it was improper for the Emperor and Empress to share the same palace. Even nobles didn’t share a bedroom with their spouses, so Marsilia had known this conversation would come up sooner or later.

Marsilia clicked his tongue and threw the pen he had been holding.

“I understand Jaha doesn’t know, but what about Your Majesty? What’s to be done about that?”

Serez’s voice sounded almost whiny, but Jaha, who had been scribbling something on the sofa by the window, looked up.

“I know. I learned just recently.”

Serez turned to Jaha with a face full of betrayal.

“Pretending not to know is worse, Jaha. If you knew, it would be quicker to address it. After the extermination is over, we’ll have everything prepared for moving the palace.”

Jaha tilted his head and asked Serez, “Why?”

Serez, looking confused, stammered, “Eh..? Why, you ask…?”

“I know nobles and royals don’t share bedrooms with others. But in the Eastern Continent, it’s normal for a couple to share a bedroom.”

Gerald, who had been quietly listening, sighed as he looked at Jaha.

“But on the Eastern Continent, women’s quarters are still separated…”

Serez looked like his world was crumbling, as he placed a hand on his forehead.

“Are you trying to trick me, right now?”

Seeing Serez’s shocked expression, Jaha grumbled in frustration to Gerald.

“If Gerald had kept quiet, no one would have known.”

“Still, it’s not right. Besides, I also think you should live in separate palaces.”

“Why? Because it’s proper?”

Jaha asked pointedly, and Gerald seemed taken aback, looking to Serez for help.

As the conversation grew longer, Marsilia chuckled quietly to himself, before finally bursting into loud laughter.

“Now you’re laughing?”

“But, Hastings, isn’t it funny to see someone with a face that could never lie trying to deceive you?”

“I don’t find it funny at all!”

Marsilia decided it was time to wrap things up and spoke.

“For now, let’s pretend we didn’t hear this. Jaha doesn’t want it, anyway. Also, nobles only separate their bedrooms because of assassination risks. You and I don’t need to worry about such things, so there’s no need to separate our quarters. Isn’t that right?”

“But even so…”

Before Serez could finish, Marsilia raised his hand to silence him.

“Those who have complaints can speak directly to me.”

After Serez pouted and shut his mouth, the conversation was finally wrapped up.

“Still, we need to give Jaha a separate office. Not too far away.”

Although there was already an office prepared in the palace, it was quite far. And since Jaha usually visited the palace in the evenings, the office was only used for lessons or occasionally.

It would be uncomfortable for Jaha to go back and forth, and it wouldn’t be ideal for Gerald and others to continue coming in and out of the palace either.

Marsilia glanced at Serez, who sighed and lowered his head.

“We’ll clear out the meeting room. There’s space next to it for Gerald to use, and that’s probably the most convenient place.”

“Do that.”

As Marsilia focused back on his work, Jaha, who had finished scribbling earlier, approached him.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, so spend today with me.” Marsilia smiled warmly and put down his pen.

“You shouldn’t keep neglecting work like this.”

“When I’m not around, you can work hard, can’t you?”

Jaha winked at Serez, as if asking for permission, then extended his hand to Marsilia. Despite Serez shaking his head to refuse, Jaha blatantly ignored him and proceeded as if he had never seen it.

Marsilia took his hand and stood up, then pressed his lips onto Jaha’s [Read on]forehead, who was acting bold.

“What do you want to do?”

Jaha, pulling him into an embrace, whispered in his ear, but his response was rather sulky.

“I’m not saying I want anything…”

“Really?”

“I just want to be with you before we’re apart for a while.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Let’s just be together.”

Jaha, grumbling, looked up and met Marsilia’s gaze. His slightly furrowed eyes seemed to be giving a light reprimand.

“Don’t ask so much, you fool. Just understand.”

Having finished speaking, Jaha pulled Marsilia’s hand and marched out onto the terrace. Lifting Marsilia into his arms, he flew up onto the roof.

Marsilia, sensing they were heading toward the palace, held onto stolen contenthis shoulder and narrowed his eyes.

“Are you planning to drag me to bed in the middle of the day? Lecherous man…”

“No!”

Jaha, startled, stopped on a rooftop and shouted loudly.

“It’s not like that.”

Marsilia, grinning, watched as Jaha turned bright red in the face, glaring at him.

Marsilia gently brushed Jaha’s face with his fingertips and quietly responded.

“It’s okay, Jaha. I love you, even if you’re a lecherous man. No, I love you even more because of it.”

“It’s not like that!”

After glaring at Marsilia with a look full of frustration, Jaha set off again, heading in the same direction.

Marsilia chuckled softly as he mumbled, “Not like that,” under his breath.

The palace staff, who had been passing by below, looked up when they heard the Emperor’s [Read on]laughter coming from above, only to freeze in shock. The sight of their surprised faces made Marsilia’s amusement grow even more.

No time for Jaha to get gloomy about their separation. He truly was a man who could never be underestimated.