Chapter 38
He ended up recalling the feel of Rachel’s lower back muscles twitching under his touch.
A slow heat began to build in his lower body, and Killian furrowed his brow.
In a situation where a fall could occur, such urges were dangerous.
He forced himself to ignore Rachel’s lingering image in an attempt to regain composure.
“Then, instead of your waist, try relaxing your legs.”
“I don’t have any strength in my legs.”
“Seems to me you’re putting in plenty of it.”
“…You mean completely relax them?”
“You’ll need to keep enough strength to swing them over. Just loosen the muscles a bit and bring your leg across. Be careful not to let the inside of your thigh touch Rahel’s back.”
“I’ll try.”
Rachel hesitated, then lifted her right leg.
She’d been told not to let her thigh touch, but for her, it was easier said than done.
Holding her leg awkwardly mid-air, she fumbled, unable to decide what to do next.
Without thinking, Killian lost his patience.
“Why is this not working?”
“It’s not working, that’s why I’ve been stuck like this.”
“Huh… I don’t understand.”
Killian shook his head.
It was just a matter of swinging her leg over—why couldn’t she do it?
Feeling wronged by his attitude, Rachel thought, What am I supposed to do if it just won’t work?
Does he think he’s perfect at everything? As if.
Pouting, she shot back,
“Your Majesty, is there anything you can’t do?”
“There is nothing I cannot do.”
“Yeah, right.”
Rachel let out a scoff and lowered her awkwardly raised leg.
She had intended to use horseback riding as a way to charm the Emperor, but his infuriating remarks killed her mood.
She promptly dismounted.
The moment her feet touched the ground, Rahel let out a loud snort and trotted back to the stable.
Once inside, the white beast pinned its ears flat, making clear its displeasure—annoyed by Rachel’s clumsy attempt to mount.
Just as irritated, Rachel’s eyes narrowed sharply.
With a swaggering, almost insolent gait, she headed toward the clothes she had taken off earlier. Since her mood was gone, she might as well get dressed again.
Killian made no move to stop her.
He had genuinely intended to teach her to ride, but he hadn’t expected her body to be this uncoordinated.
That degree of clumsiness was beyond what he could do anything about.
It wasn’t that.
I really don’t understand. It’s not as if she lacks flexibility.
He couldn’t comprehend why she couldn’t even mount a horse.
All the more so because she was actually rather flexible.
A woman who could take my thrusts so well while lying down, and yet…
Ah—why did his thoughts keep going there?
He had just barely managed to shake it off, only for it to surface again.
Killian no longer understood his own mind or body.
Before, the problem had been that he couldn’t get aroused.
Now, the problem was that blood rushed south at all hours.
It wasn’t as impulsive as when they were actually joined, but it was still troublesome all the same.
Suppressing a sigh, he tore his gaze away from Rachel.
He decided to distract himself—perhaps by looking at the horses.
The moment a black-maned stallion came into view, however, a truly problematic situation arose.
His fingertips trembled, then stilled, and the lukewarm blood in his body heated rapidly, spreading through him in an instant.
…This sensation again.
Today as well, the urge had struck out of nowhere.
Feeling his breath grow shallow, Killian pressed a hand to his forehead.
His brow was hot against his palm—or perhaps it was his palm that was hot.
His face burned, and his thoughts began to slow.
Into his sluggish mind, he forced the reminder that the medicinal treatment was not the cause.
If he didn’t hold on to that thought, he felt as if it would be swallowed up by the overwhelming urge.
“Haa… ha…”
Through the slightly parted lips, hot, ragged breaths escaped.
The heat of it and the haziness in his mind drove Killian to grip the iron bars of the stable.
If he didn’t hold on, he felt as though he might collapse, so he clutched them even tighter.
“…Crazy.”
Through hearing dulled as if his head were stuffed with cotton, Rachel’s curse reached him.
Killian furrowed his brow and looked at her.
She had already put her clothes back on, and her face was filled with shock.
Her voice, too, came out larger than usual, brimming with disbelief.
“Your Majesty, don’t tell me you… have some kind of perversion toward horses—”
“No!”
Killian denied it immediately.
She had probably misunderstood after seeing him panting in front of the black stallion.
Even through the haze clouding his head, the absurdity of it made him laugh.
When the corners of his lips curved, it felt as though the thin thread of reason he’d been holding on to snapped.
There was a woman right in front of him into whom he could thrust himself—expecting him to hold back any longer was impossible.
“They say strong denial means affirmation… Mm, fine, I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything. If you really like horses that much, I suppose it could happen.”
Rachel’s misunderstanding had now solidified into certainty, and she nodded as if she understood.
At that nod, Killian moved his legs.
Before she could find a chance to escape, he swiftly closed the distance, cupping her ears and the nape of her neck with both palms.
“W–wait? I said I wouldn’t tell anyone! Don’t hurt me—mmpf!”
Their lips met in a sudden collision.
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