Chapter 38
“…Ah.”
Why? I don’t want this. The words rose to the back of her throat, but the arm wrapped around her waist was like a chain, impossibly strong. Just as he said, it seemed she would never be able to escape.
“You must continue to be my amusement.”
Amusement. The value of her existence, summed up in a single word. A sigh escaped her. An amusement, that was all she was.
The hem of her dress was lifted. He pulled down her undergarments and, without any foreplay, plunged into her.
“Hngh…!”
Jia cried out, her hands flying into the air. His hand came up, lacing his fingers through hers like hooks.
“I have documents to read, so you move.”
“Hahh, huu… Yes, Your… Your Majesty…”
Jia endured the sensation of being split in two as she moved her hips. Inside her, his p***s bent, scraping along the rough-textured walls of her flesh.
“Ahhgk…”
Moving herself was different from being moved by him. As she shifted her hips to let him strike her most sensitive spots, her body trembled of its own accord.
“Haah…”
“Does it feel that good?”
“Yes, Your… Your Majesty… It feels… good.”
Jia answered without stopping her movements. For a moment, she was filled with self-loathing—had she always been this lewd?—but the feeling was quickly washed away by the waves of pleasure. She lifted her hips and brought them down again, and he drove into her, so deep it felt as if he would pierce her womb.
“Hhaaanng…”
“Huu…”
The Emperor let out a low groan, crumpling the document in his hand. He seized her pelvis.
“Since you like it so much, I suppose I’ll have to move for you. You can read the documents for me instead.”
“Huk, hh!”
He pressed her upper body firmly down onto the desk. Her b*****s were crushed against the surface, and half the documents scattered to the floor.
His powerful thrusts began. Jia panted, reading the documents that came into her view.
“To my… dear… hngk, estee… med, Your… Majes, ty. Hhng, St-Standa’s… ca, capital… has… fallen. Huk.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust. The consecutive impacts made it impossible to think straight.
“Ca-casualties… are five… hngh, hundred. S-Stan… da’s casualties… are, are estim… ated… to reach… th-three… thousand… Huk, ah!”
Standa. It was the place she had lived for three years. She had spent that time in the mana mines and didn’t know much about the outside world; she had never once seen Standa’s beautiful scenery during her three years there.
“Haah…”
The Emperor groaned, his lips pressing against the line of her spine. At the strange, ticklish sensation, her inner walls tightened and contracted.
“So your hometown… huu… has fallen.”
“It’s not… my hometown! Ah, I-I’m… from Korea… Haaahng!”
The thick, rimmed head of his p***s rubbed against her contracting walls. Jia squeezed her eyes shut as she reached her climax.
“Hngk, hh!”
Her hand clenched, wrinkling the smooth paper of the document it touched. Jia gasped, her chest rubbing against the mahogany desk, the stimulation to her n*****s making the peak of her pleasure even more intense. In that moment, something gushed from below.
“Aaaah… uungh, hh…”
Her legs trembled violently and then went limp. The firm grip on her pelvis kept her from collapsing, but Jia had no strength left to tense her body again. Glancing down, she saw a large puddle of fluid beneath where their bodies were joined.
I… did that…
There was no time to bask in the afterglow. The Emperor continued to pound into her from behind, pulling her upper body up until her back was pressed firmly against his chest. He was f*****g her while they were standing. The novel position began to excite her body all over again.
Ah, ah… stop, I don’t want this.
Even as she thought it, she closed her eyes and savored the ecstasy. In that moment, she forgot Earth and her family. And the despair that she might never be able to return…
It was only when night fell that Jia was finally released from the Emperor’s arms. Dozens of documents were scattered across the floor. Looking utterly disheveled, she began to pick them up like a dog.
“Perhaps I should call you my dog, instead of Straduvan.”
Jia lowered her head, biting her lip. She gathered the papers and placed them on the desk, then looked down at her dress, which was now in tatters. If she wasn’t careful, the fabric would tear completely, exposing her. The Emperor’s eyes followed her gaze to the precariously hanging cloth.
He shrugged off the long frock coat he was wearing and wrapped it around her body. The faint scent of his cologne wafted over her.
“Thank… you…”
Jia clutched the coat closed and bowed. The Emperor traced a finger over her flushed cheek, then took her hand.
“Time to go to the bedroom now.”
“…Yes.”
Their hands, linked like a knot, showed no sign of separating. Hand in hand with the Emperor, Jia walked out into the hallway.
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