Chapter 187
Though instinct told him to thrust like a beast, his desire to tease her won out for now. In a tone thick with mischief, he continued.
“It doesn’t feel good to show you to others, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to use this opportunity to show everyone whose you are. Should I let them know?”
“Y-Your Highness…”
“How many times have I told you to call me Cal.”
“…Hngh, Cal.”
“That’s right. Good girl. Then, as you wish, I’ll call the medic right now.”
“Wait!”
Seeing he was really about to call someone, she urgently placed her hand on his shoulder and met his eyes. Beneath the damp blond hair, those smoldering red eyes burned like the sun.
“Why? Didn’t I say I’d do as you wanted?”
“Like this…”
“Do you dislike being called mine, Sister?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then I’ll call the medic.”
“No—”
Watching Lea growing paler as she sat atop his thighs, Calix thought that if he teased her any further, she might faint again, so he steadied her in his arms. Through their tightly pressed chests, her racing heartbeat was transmitted directly.
Calix lightly bit her rounded shoulder, then tilted his head to rest his face against the nape of her neck as he spoke.
“Then you can take care of me yourself. Just soothe what hurts, fill me with guiding until I’m overflowing. Why do you keep bringing up other men?”
“…But it’s the medic……”
“Then, is it a woman?”
At his childish banter, Lea pouted her lips and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. The way she took the initiative to hug him was so deeply satisfying it made his chest ache with happiness. He let out a short sigh, then muttered softly.
“No wonder you’re a fox. You know I always let you off the hook when you act cute like this.”
Lea wanted to protest. Calix was acting even more sly than any fox shifter, and she felt indignant enough to want to thump his head just like she used to.
“Fine, just hold me tight like this. That’s all I need.”
At his request, Lea hugged him even tighter. While still wrapped in his arms, she rocked her hips, driving into his flesh over and over. He bit her lower lip until her mouth opened. Like a snake seeking its burrow, Calix slipped his tongue between her lips and lashed at her mouth with messy kisses.
The wet sounds echoed in her ears, and the b*****s pressed against his hard chest felt stifled. Each time he thrust up strongly from below, his t*******s hit her as well. It felt as if there was no one else in the world but the two of them.
The sensation of their bodies moving together felt even more illicit than any other position. Lea closed her eyes, covering his wound, and prayed.
That he would never be hurt again. That he would be safe, always.
Looking at Lea, who was nestled in his arms with a languid body, Calix thought to himself that he should get injured more often from now on.
His mouth curled up in a crooked, satisfied smile. At the same time, he released the pent-up seed deep inside her. Veins stood out starkly on the arms that held her.
Pouring out a rough groan into her mouth, Calix gathered up the trembling Lea once more, rocking his hips in short thrusts. He still wasn’t satisfied. Even if it meant splitting his side open again, he wanted to pound into her like a beast.
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“Ha, f**k…”
Kyle barely managed to return to the palace. Though emergency first aid had been done, he held his half-dangling arm and spat out a curse. Pain shot through the torn flesh, as if someone had shoved smoldering firewood into the wound.
“Your Highness, we’ve summoned a healing Esper. Please endure a little longer.”
“I’m going to die, seriously.”
“Your Highness…”
Crunch. Unable to withstand the pain, Kyle crushed the armrest of the sofa he was holding. Honestly, the mental strength required to return to the palace in this state was impressive in itself.
“They’ve arrived!”
Healers were extremely rare because only a handful of Espers had such an ability. That’s why they couldn’t be brought to the battlefield lightly, and healing was only possible at the palace.
Kyle scowled as the pain instantly vanished and he felt new flesh grow. Sometimes he wondered if healing Espers, even though they were still human, weren’t a threat to the gods themselves.
“You endured well, Your Highness.”
The healing Esper bowed his head, sweating. Only after the pain had passed did Kyle recall that he’d been thoroughly defeated in the northern campaign. Even if he’d sent the remaining soldiers to Moncha Lake to lure the enemy, how could the survival rate be almost zero?
His mouth tasted bitter, and just as he was about to change out of his filthy clothes, someone came to his palace.
Suppressing his frown, Kyle greeted the guest.
“Brother, you’re here.”
“I couldn’t just sit still when I heard you’d arrived.”
Kyle looked at his eldest brother and the Imperial Crown Prince, Fabian Lucas Leonis, with a subdued gaze.
Fabian’s mild temperament did not match Kyle’s idea of an ideal Crown Prince.
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