Lewd Courtship - Chapter 18

Killian sat on the edge of the bed, idly shaking his hand up and down as if coaxing his p***s to life. After some vigorous effort, the tightly gripped shaft stiffened slightly.

“Ngh…”

He’d been at this for a while now, but his c**k refused to fully harden. The swollen glans rubbed raw against his fingers, and the shaft itself had turned an irritated red from all the handling.

Hmm. Does the medicine’s effectiveness vary each time?

When he’d taken it before the banquet, his lower body had burned with arousal within an hour. But now, even after two, there was no sign of life down there.

…Don’t tell me.

Don’t tell me it was her that had gotten him worked up. The unsettling thought crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it with logic. His initial excitement had started at the banquet and besides, he’d already been hard before taking her.

…Still, the fit wasn’t bad.

Though he despised her and had treated her harshly, purely in terms of physical compatibility, she’d been… good. Killian recalled the sensation of her inner walls, snug and clinging perfectly around him.

A hole tailor-made for him. Even her appearance had been to his taste—had they not fought that day, he might have considered keeping her around.

Of course, with that rotten personality, it wouldn’t have lasted long.

She had been the kind of woman to flip him off until the very end. The memory of it surfaced, drawing an involuntary laugh from him.

For some reason, the irritation that had been simmering in him that day had faded, leaving no anger toward her actions—just amusement. What kind of woman, after all, had the gall to raise her middle finger at the Emperor, much less right after sleeping with him?

She’s an entertaining one, I’ll give her that. Though now’s hardly the time to be thinking about this.

Killian banished the unhelpful image of that defiant finger from his mind. Instead, he filled the empty space with the memory of Rachel’s backside—the way her plump a*s jiggled with every thrust, how obscenely it had swallowed him whole, her entrance flushed red and pulsing around his c**k.

Just recalling that pleasure was enough to make him fully hard again. Precum beaded at his tip.

“Haaah…”

He exhaled sharply and began stroking himself. The slickness of precum soon made the glide effortless, and he quickened his pace.

This is… bad.

No matter how long he worked himself, though, release refused to come. His wrist ached from the effort.

Staring at his damp palm, the inevitable post-nut clarity hit. He let his body slump onto the bed with a sigh. He had thought that after coming that day—and after receiving treatment—things would stabilize. But his body still refused to obey him as usual.

Well… at least it’s getting better, little by little.

Killian, who had been feeling depressed, decided to think positively. It was only his third day in Porhen, and there were still eleven days left until his planned return to the Empire. He encouraged himself, believing that if he rested well and took care of his condition during that time, he would surely improve.

It was the morning of Killian’s fifth day staying in Porhen. Upon waking up, he stretched widely. Feeling unusually refreshed, Killian rolled his shoulders. The shoulders that were normally stiff and sore from muscle tension didn’t ache.

His body even felt a bit lighter.

‘So this is the power of rest.’

Realizing the importance of rest, Killian raised his upper body. As he got out of bed and stepped onto the floor, he heard the voice of the Imperial Physician from outside.

“Your Majesty, did you cough?”

“Enter.”

The door opened and the Imperial Physician entered with an attendant. After giving their greetings, they each began their respective tasks. The physician prepared the morning medicine, while the attendant brewed tea to be taken with the medicine.

A familiar scent of tea wafted through the room. It smelled like something he had encountered before, and Killian searched his memory.

‘Ah, it’s the appetizer tea I drank at the banquet.’

It was not to his taste. But since there was no need to brew a new tea, Killian quietly took his medicine. He drank the tea to wash the medicine down his throat.

‘Astringent.’

The tea that had tasted somewhat sweet last time was bitter this time. As he smacked his lips at the stinging taste on his tongue, the imperial physician spoke up.

“The King sent over tea leaves as a gift, saying Your Majesty had enjoyed the tea at the banquet. I looked into it since it was unfamiliar, and it turns out it’s a rare variety only consumed by Porhen royalty.”

“He said it was made from an herb.”

“An herb?”

“Yes, the tea’s base ingredient.”

“Ah, yes. It’s called Semensty. I heard it only grows near the S***n River, which Your Majesty would have passed on the way here by carriage. It helps with circulation and replenishes vitality.”

“I know.”

“Oh, you do? That herb doesn’t grow in the Empire, so you must have read about it in a book.”

“…Indeed.”

“As expected of Your Majesty—so well-learned.”

The imperial physician nodded in admiration, praising Killian.

In truth, Killian had heard about it from Rachel, so he quietly averted his gaze. The imperial physician, misinterpreting his silence, began to praise him even more, saying that His Majesty was not only wise but also humble. Killian gave an awkward cough and changed the subject.

“Ahem. That aside, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“I declined most invitations on Your Majesty’s behalf. The only one worth noting is the invitation that came along with the tea leaves sent by the King. Today happens to be the day of the royal hunting tournament, held only once a year.”

“Hunting tournament?”