Chapter 98
“It’s the Pamenta transfer agreement.”
“…….”
“The Imperial side requested three things: the Imperial Palace protective barrier, the capital’s defensive wall barrier, and the installation of teleportation warps at imperial strongholds including the Imperial Palace.”
“Completely self-centered, as usual.”
“But it’s not a bad deal, Your Grace.”
“Yet it’s not a good deal either.”
A gaze as sharp as a honed blade turned toward Phillip. Phillip flinched momentarily but then composed his expression and conveyed another matter.
“And this was also sent separately this morning.”
Ronius’s gaze lingered on the gilded envelope stamped with the imperial seal. An invitation from the Imperial Household. At the bottom, it was written: ‘Jeina, Countess of Cellatio.’
It revealed the tenacity of the imperial fox, intent on driving in a wedge to secure benefits as soon as possible.
“Ha.”
Ronius’s eyebrow, which had been crookedly furrowed, settled back into place.
“Regarding the agreement, I will discuss it later with the Witch. And as for this…”
His index finger tapped the invitation lying before him for a moment in a steady rhythm.
“I will handle this separately on my own.”
“But Your Grace—”
“Phillip.”
A cool voice rang out softly. Just as Ronius, with a grave demeanor, was about to continue his sentence, his shoulder jolted unexpectedly.
“Hht.”
The fountain pen in his hand snapped with a sharp crack as he clenched his fist tightly.
“Y-Your Grace?”
Blue veins bulged on the back of his clenched fist, and his Adam’s apple jerked roughly.
“Are you alright?”
The space between his eyebrows furrowed deeply. One half of the split fountain pen went flying with a ting. Ronius took a deep breath, hu, ha, and bowed his head. Something was worming its way between the layers of his outerwear, over his shirt, and was now circling his n****e. His lower body involuntarily twitched.
“I told you to be tense.”
A low whisper settled into his ear.
‘My subordinate is right in front of me…’
He swallowed dryly and slowly raised his head again. His aide, who usually had an unreadable, stiff expression, was clearly flustered, adjusting his glasses.
A hand moved under the desk. He hurriedly pulled his body upright and jerked his foot. Instantly, his belt and trouser front came undone, and his trousers started to slip down. Without realizing it, Ronius lifted his hips. The desk rattled.
To his aide standing right in front of him, he must have looked like he was writhing strangely. Feeling increasingly exposed below, he drew his legs together.
Phillip, who had been standing there blinking, soon regained his composure and spoke.
“I shall call for your physician.”
“No need. The rest… put it there and leave. I’ll handle it.”
“Your Grace.”
“Leave.”
Unable to bear it any longer, Ronius issued a firm command. A threatening Aura began to swirl around him. Phillip bowed his head.
“Your meal will be brought to the office.”
Thud. As the aide left and the door closed, his shirt was ripped open with a rrrip. And the figure of a woman materializing before him. Jeina was sitting on the desk, looking down at him. She lifted her legs one by one, chk, chk, onto the arms of his chair.
“Master…”
Though it was barely past midday, the look in his eyes as he gazed up at Jeina was already ravenous. He probably didn’t know. How filled with rapture his face was right now.
Jeina pushed against his chest with the tip of her foot. His body, along with the chair, slid back easily. The trousers that had been around his knees finally slid down to his ankles with a swoosh. His white underwear bulged enormously.
The cool, composed Duke from moments ago was nowhere to be found. Before Jeina, there was only a beast panting in a vulgar state. Having undone his chest completely and dragged his trousers down to his ankles, the beast welcomed her.
“What on earth is to be done if the esteemed Duke is so easily and unpredictably driven into heat? Truly, such a high-maintenance Duke you are.”
As if he were the indecent one, she shamelessly spoke and flung his outer coat away. The stiff, high-quality overcoat clattered to the floor, leaving only his shirt, making the man look even more pitiful.
Unconsciously, Ronius crossed his arms over his chest. While he swallowed his shame with a flushed face, her magic bound both his hands behind his back. His chest opened wider and rose and fell more heavily.
“Shall we begin?”
Her eyes narrowed as she walked slowly toward him. She retrieved a specially formulated cream from a long tube, and his thoroughly tense body stiffened rigidly, trembling. Her touch reached his broad chest, muscles bulging, the reddened areolas spread wide, even the cute n*****s.
“Hh…”
As she infused her mana, the thickly smeared cream seeped into his chest.
Ronius felt his lower abdomen rapidly heat up. Jeina moved her hands. She grabbed the chest that looked even fuller and springier, kneading it freely, testing his sensitivity.
“Ught, ticklish, up, uhiht, tickle, tickle, huur!”
It was a success for now. Perhaps his sensitivity had increased already; he struggled, thumping his b******s on the floor. The area beneath his underwear was shaking violently.
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