TOPWL 237

“Ugh, Khalid…!”

Yudit grabbed Khalid’s hand. He intertwined his fingers with Yudit’s. The sight of Khalid beneath him was erotic. Rocking his hips, Khalid gripped Yudit’s member and stroked it. He was at a loss as the sensation grew more acute every time his sensitive glans was exposed to the air.

“I’m about to… come…”

“No. We come together.”

Khalid groaned and suddenly pinched the tip of the glans. Yudit writhed as his blocked orifice throbbed. At the same time, his body tensed. The contractions were so strong that his swollen belly was visible.

“Ugh…”

Khalid, though with a pained expression, continued to thrust his hips until the very end. He released Yudit’s shaft and ejaculated inside him.

“Ahh…!”

Yudit followed Khalid’s lead, gushing out a torrent of cum. Yudit, who had been trembling and gasping for a while after ejaculating, was shocked by the sight below. His semen was splattered all over Khalid’s face, neck, and chest.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Yudit was flustered and at a loss, so Khalid licked the semen on his lips. Yudit’s expression contorted

“Why are you eating that…!”

“It’s not bad. Besides, it smells a little like you.”

An omega’s semen had no reproductive power. Like a female beta, it’s merely a type of love fluid. Mixed with pheromones, it made perfect sense that Khalid would say that. However, the sight of Khalid eating his semen was somehow embarrassing.

“A towel, ah…!”

Yudit tried to pull away to get a towel, but was stopped by Khalid’s thrusting his member deep inside him. Yudit looked at Khalid with a resentful expression.

“Enough. Let’s wash together.”

As he said that, Khalid stood up. The movement nearly knocked Yudit, who was on top of him, backwards. Just as he was about to fall, Khalid, who had supported his waist, lifted him up.

“Take it out…!”

“If you take it out, it’ll flow out, right?”

Yudit’s face flushed at the teasing tone. He weakly swatted Khalid’s shoulder, who just laughed and carried him toward the bathroom

The water in the bathroom was lukewarm. That was a relief. If it had been hot, he would have dozed off from the exhaustion. Yudit, having already finished his bath, was drying himself when someone knocked on the door.

“I’ll go.”

Khalid folded his robe and went outside. There was a brief conversation, and the door quickly closed. Yudit, having just finished drying himself, asked.

“Who was it?”

“My servant. I heard the lord is dead. They found him and his son, torn to pieces, outside the manor an hour ago.”

“Ah…”

“You’re not particularly shaken.”

“I expected it.”

Yudit said calmly. The lord who had oppressed others with his power had lost it. It was natural for those who had been victims of his power to desire revenge. That’s why Billian let the lord go instead stolen contentof killing him. Revenge is more meaningful when they carry it out themselves.

As he was getting dressed and drying his hair, there was another knock on the door. It was Edmond. He had entered with a meal, and his expression hardened at the sight of the two.

“What’s wrong, Edmond?”

“Nothing… nothing.”

Edmond set down the food and quickly left. He was unlike his usual impatient way of speaking. Yudit wondered if he was in pain, and tried to speak, but Khalid wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him.

“Um…!”

A tongue slid into his lips, grazing his teeth. Then, he gestured for him to open his mouth. Yudit, who had thought it was a light kiss, was about to push him away in shock when there was a thud. It was the sound of a door closing.

“Khalid…!”

“Fire him.”

“Huh?”

“He dares to lust after his superior. How presumptuous.”

He was smiling, but Khalid’s eyes were cold. Yudit shook his head.

“That’s not it.”

“Then what?”

“He lived like a pampered young master before, and now he’s struggling. It’s only natural he’d grow attached to someone he already knew.”

“You really don’t understand men.”

Khalid said, shaking his head. Yudit looked at him, dumbfounded.

“I’m a man too, how can you say I don’t understand men?”

“You don’t.”

“And Edmond is more of a kid than a man.”

“…I suddenly feel a little sorry for him.”

Khalid muttered something incomprehensible at Yudit’s words, which were laced with resentment. Yudit, staring intently at Khalid’s face, asked abruptly.

“Khalid, are you jealous?”

“…”

He just stared at him, not answering. Yudit found this side of Khalid so novel that he struggled to hide his smile.

“Yes. It makes my heart ache to think of my lover, who is unaware of such things, stuck between those idiots.”

“You know I only have Khalid, right?”

Yudit chuckled, and Khalid tugged at his cheeks.

“Ow!”

“I don’t like it.”

Despite his cheeks turning bright red, Yudit looked happy.

“What’s so funny about that?”

“I just liked it. I didn’t think Khalid and I could… reconcile so quickly. I thought we might break up.”

“Why?”

Khalid furrowed his brows at Yudit’s words, as if he couldn’t quite understand.

“Back then, I left without telling Khalid.”

“Even after seeing all the knights I sent.”

“I thought they might be parting gifts… ow!”

Khalid pinched Yudit’s smooth nose with his index and middle fingers. Now nose red to match his cheeks, Yudit rubbed the tip and pouted. Khalid finally seemed to soften at the ridiculous sight.

“I returned to the north with thirty knights. When we arrived, only me and one knight remained.”

“Was Khalid attacked too?”

“There were always assassination attempts. There were just people there to stop them. I’m not romantic enough to risk my life for someone I’m parting with. I’d only do that for the person I’ll never part from.”

Khalid’s words sounded harsh, but Yudit knew they weren’t. He thought of the knights Khalid had given him. They had always been loyal and put Yudit first. It wasn’t loyalty to him, but loyalty to their lord, but without it, Yudit wouldn’t have survived the battlefield. Yudit felt both grateful and sorry to Khalid for readily giving him those knights.

“It’s not that I’m not angry now. I’m filled with questions and arguments. I just thought it would be better to embrace you one more time than waste my limited time like that.”

Khalid stroked his hair as he spoke. Yudit looked up at him quietly.

“So, when everything stabilizes and we have time… you’d better be prepared. I’m actually quite angry.”

A chill suddenly ran through Khalid’s smiling face. He was sincere. Yudit licked his dry lips and said,

“I’ll be prepared.”

***

Yudit looked down at the castle walls and was astonished at the sheer number of soldiers gathered there. The number below was completely different from when he first received them. It included not only his own soldiers, but also the revolutionary army, Calmor’s soldiers, and Khalid’s men. Khalid’s knights had agreed to join them in the capital, so if they were combined, they would be a formidable force. It was not impossible to conquer the capital and install Darham as king. Yudit clenched his fist. The conquest of the Kingdom of Gotha was imminent.

“Now, let’s go.”

He raised his head at the sound of a familiar voice, and saw Khalid, clad in silver armor, looking at him. Yudit nodded. Descending the stairs, he encountered an unexpected figure before stepping out.

“…….”

It was Billian. She was remarkably clean-cut, having shed the grime of her prison life. Her hair was shorter than most men’s, and her face was makeup-free, yet her sparkling eyes were captivating. He could see why Darham and everyone else were drawn to Billian.

Billion bowed awkwardly, perhaps still sensing Yudit’s discomfort. As Yudit tried to pass by, Billian suddenly approached him. Yudit’s guards immediately blocked her.