Your Majesty is Annoying!

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Medea called out to the silent Lyle, seemingly puzzled.

Lyle was looking at Medea with a frightening burning look.
Somehow it felt like it was choking her.

“Call me Lyle,” said Lyle, roughly snatching Medea’s lips.

Medea’s groan flowed from his greedy, trampling kiss.
His tongue was digging through the soft gap between her lips.

I knew what this feeling was.

But Lyle didn’t want to admit it; if he did, he was afraid it would mean that he would eventually forgive Medea …and the sins she committed against him were unforgivable.

***

“Aaohh…… .”

His male organ pulled out of her, and the obscene liquid mix of semen and love juice poured out.

With that lewd touch, Medea trembled and leaned against the table, her knees rattling.

‘You damn Emperor! It’s worse than in the morning!’

Medea glared at Lyle because she couldn’t curse out loud when her opponent was the Emperor.

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Lyle was looking at Medea with a somewhat frustrated look at the subject that had been screaming.

It was the opposite of the morning when he left her bedroom with a very satisfied face.

“Wh, what?”

“Your legs are rattling.”

“It’s because of your Majesty.”

As she grumbled, Lyle looked at Medea with a complicated expression.

Unable to understand Lyle’s feelings, Medea looked wary.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

“If you can’t get up, why don’t you sit on the chair?”

“Oh, there’s a stain on the chair! Ugh, I’m so embarrassed!”

“Why does that matter?”

Lyle, who found her attitude incomprehensible, swiftly pulled out a chair and sat Medea there.

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Medea, who was about to resist for a moment, saw a puddle on the floor and changed her mind.
Nevermind a stain –they had already made a pond!

How can I face the librarians anymore? How can I ever come back—I am so ashamed!

“Oh my gosh! What is this? I won’t be able to come to the library anymore! I could die from the shame.”

“If you’re only going to borrow novels, you can tell a maid to fetch it for you.”

“I can’t! It doesn’t fit the dignity of an Empress that I am borrowing only unsavory romance novels! I just want some fun!”

Her grumbling sounded like whining…

Since she was not wearing anything, Lyle’s gaze kept going back to Medea’s body.

Medea noticed it,

“What is it? Where are you looking…….
I can’t do it anymore! My waist and back are smacked raw!”

“So, if your back was okay, would you plan to continue?”

“Well…… His majesty’s face and body are far beyond my standards, and he has good skills…….”

Her compliments should have made me feel good… but I felt bad listening to it for some reason.
Are you only doing it with me for that reason?