52. The Lover's Duty
"Ah..."
Daphne squirmed uncomfortably at the familiar yet unfamiliar sensation.
What should I do?
She is the emperor's lover.
The Emperor's Lover. Even though she was ready to throw herself at Asherad, why did she keep pushing away like this? Daphne sat up, facing Asherad. She felt a great heat between her legs.
“Am I a fairy?”
Daphne asked with an innocent face. It wasn't on purpose.
She just asked because she couldn't believe Asherad's ridiculous praise.
The grafted lower body and innocent face were clearly something that stimulated the lustful mind. Asherad bit Daphne's nape.
“Huh!”
The hand that was firmly holding her shoulder trembled. The hot breath warmed the back of her neck. Daphne shivered. When he unbuckled his pants, something that had been suppressed suddenly stood up. Daphne moved her waist, feeling the hard thing covered in thin underwear with her hand. Her breathing became short. Asherad lowered the nape of her dress and kissed her chest.
“Ugh!”
As if it were so natural, his lips touched her chest. Daphne continued to move her waist. Something warm passed through her thin underwear. Is this okay? If I continue like this, will I be able to satisfy him?
Yes, let's do it.
Isn't that the duty of a lover? To exist for the satisfaction of the Emperor. Daphne had to be loved by Asherad. She had to be loved and reassured before running away.
She had to act like that to nip the bud of doubt in the bud of this man who still thought she would run away. Daphne kissed Asherad on the cheek.
“Ha, Your Majesty.”
Asherad stopped her at her waist as he stared blankly at her face. He looked closely at Daphne's face.
"Stop."
“...”
“That’s enough.”
Why? Was her seduction so poor? Asherad stroked Daphne's hair as he looked at her puzzled face. Asherad hugged Daphne's waist. Then he buried his head in her slender collarbone.
His rapid breathing clearly showed his excitement. Daphne couldn't understand. All she could do was stay in his arms and wait for the excitement to subside.
Daphne thought, lying in his arms.
Why?
Why?
"Ah..."
Daphne squirmed uncomfortably at the familiar yet unfamiliar sensation.
What should I do?
She is the emperor's lover.
The Emperor's Lover. Even though she was ready to throw herself at Asherad, why did she keep pushing away like this? Daphne sat up, facing Asherad. She felt a great heat between her legs.
“Am I a fairy?”
Daphne asked with an innocent face. It wasn't on purpose.
She just asked because she couldn't believe Asherad's ridiculous praise.
The grafted lower body and innocent face were clearly something that stimulated the lustful mind. Asherad bit Daphne's nape.
“Huh!”
The hand that was firmly holding her shoulder trembled. The hot breath warmed the back of her neck. Daphne shivered. When he unbuckled his pants, something that had been suppressed suddenly stood up. Daphne moved her waist, feeling the hard thing covered in thin underwear with her hand. Her breathing became short. Asherad lowered the nape of her dress and kissed her chest.
“Ugh!”
As if it were so natural, his lips touched her chest. Daphne continued to move her waist. Something warm passed through her thin underwear. Is this okay? If I continue like this, will I be able to satisfy him?
Yes, let's do it.
Isn't that the duty of a lover? To exist for the satisfaction of the Emperor. Daphne had to be loved by Asherad. She had to be loved and reassured before running away.
She had to act like that to nip the bud of doubt in the bud of this man who still thought she would run away. Daphne kissed Asherad on the cheek.
“Ha, Your Majesty.”
Asherad stopped her at her waist as he stared blankly at her face. He looked closely at Daphne's face.
"Stop."
“...”
“That’s enough.”
Why? Was her seduction so poor? Asherad stroked Daphne's hair as he looked at her puzzled face. Asherad hugged Daphne's waist. Then he buried his head in her slender collarbone.
His rapid breathing clearly showed his excitement. Daphne couldn't understand. All she could do was stay in his arms and wait for the excitement to subside.
Daphne thought, lying in his arms.
Why?
Why?
Why?
She admits that she has no knack for flirting with men, but she knows that he can't stand this kind of stimulation.
Why doesn't Asherad hug her?
'You're not sick of it already, are you...?'
She, who had been thinking of something a wife would do, soon laughed at herself coldly.
The door opened, and the nobles who had arrived earlier saw the royal carriage. Today is the day when the famous seductress's daughter, Daphne, will make her appearance.
It is said that the current Emperor does not have a wife and only lives with his mistress.
He was flawless even when he was the Crown Prince. His only flaw was that he was a woman? And the daughter of the woman who put his mother in danger?
The eyes of the nobles who tried to find even one flaw in the perfectly perfect Emperor turned red. They were ready to ridicule the Emperor at any time.
“Are you sure you came in the same carriage?”
“That’s what they said.”
“Oh my goodness, His Majesty the Emperor...”
People all shook their heads and waited anxiously for the Emperor's carriage.
“But why were you late?”
“Well, maybe he’s having fun with that witch?”
The Emperor was too late, even though he had already set off. All sorts of lewd thoughts stimulated the nobles.
Soon, the carriage door opened. The first one to get out was the Emperor. The Emperor looked around with a puzzled expression and then raised the corners of his mouth.
The Emperor, with his beautiful face, looked like something divine just by standing there and looking around.
He reached out to the carriage. Then, the tense gazes of the people turned to the girl. However, they looked at him with a puzzled expression.
When they think of a woman, they usually think of a beautiful, glamorous woman, adorned with jewels that symbolize affection. An absolutely beautiful woman wears red lipstick and acts coquettish and charming.
Such was the government they welcomed, and the people thought that the Emperor would be no different.
But the dress of the woman who got out of the carriage was truly simple. She looked like a woman who would have been better suited to a crown of flowers rather than a gold crown or a jeweled tiara.
The slightly frightened eyes looked harmless, without any trace of the usual seductiveness or coquetry.
Also, contrary to what they thought her demeanor would be, her movements were without any unnecessary frills.
She looked at the people, biting her lips and lowering her head as if she were intimidated, and then looked around the forest as if she were a child with curiosity. She looked like a noble lady who grew up preciously and did not know the ways of the world.
They say she grew up as a maid in the palace, so wasn't that the case? Most people tilted their heads in confusion, as they didn't know the details.
They wanted to laugh at the Emperor who loved voluptuous bodies, but they couldn't laugh at all. In his gaze, a cold gaze was directed at the woman.
It was Kalista.
“Yeah, you came here anyway, right?”
Kalista had no intention of leaving Daphne alone as she invaded her territory.
This is your last stop.
At that moment, Kalista and Asherad's eyes met. Kalista hurriedly averted her gaze, but Asherad did not. For a moment, the corners of his mouth rose and fell.
All of them stood wearing cloaks with their family crests draped over their shoulders. Those who participated in the hunt and those who did not were separated by a wooden fence.
The women all had shining eyes. Before they set out, they kissed the lady's hand and vowed to offer up game. That was their first interest.
The men's eyes were also filled with tension. The event, which had been closed due to the former Emperor's illness, was reopened with Asherad's ascension to the throne.
The greatness of the family. One's own excellence, and the only chance to be cheered on by women.
Before setting out, they all received their lady's handkerchiefs and kissed her hand respectfully, singing a song of love. It was a truly beautiful picture.
Artemisia looked around after receiving a kiss on the back of her hand from her brother. Daphne must be among them... It had been a long time since she had seen her, perhaps because of Asherad, after class.
Daphne wanted to be Judith, who beheaded Asherad.
If Daphne wants freedom from oppression, she should help. She thought they might meet at a hunting competition, but why not?
As she was looking around among the women, she realized that the eyes of the others had been focused on one place for some time. And her gaze also stopped.
It was hard to see clearly from a distance, but it was Asherad.
He looked a little boyish with his hair down, which was always neatly slicked back. His skin, exposed to the bright sunlight, glowed so white it almost looked blue.
Some eyes held the recording inside. Asherad had a unique atmosphere that made people nervous just by keeping his mouth shut and turning his head.
He looked different in his hunting clothes than he always did in his office clothes. He looked like a man with a bit more freedom.
Artemisia finally realized her brother's fuss about the fact that the attendance of the nobles was greatly affected by the presence of Asherad. She knew it, but he was pretty cool. Even the messy hair that stuck out of his head.
"Mother."
Unlike those who said they would find Daphne, he found Kalista first.
People unconsciously brushed their chests away at the soft, rumbling sound of air. They saw the woman sitting in the innermost part of the canopy, in the shade, rise.
A woman with reddish blond hair. A woman with a slender body and a cool sky blue dress walked towards them. Artemisia and several others sneered coldly. A mother and son? That figure?
Kalista was wide-eyed and blushing. A shy maiden and a man being courted. Their being called 'mother' and 'son' was nothing more than role play. Artemisia, who saw through the deception, clicked her tongue.
Some who were quick to notice knew that Kalista was obsessed with Asherad.
Kalista unconditionally participated in any event that Asherad participated in, and it was Kalista who postponed Asherad's wedding.
How many women have dashed to Asherad, only to be humiliated by Kalista and then disappear?
Anyway, Asherad willingly respected Kalista, who was the same age as him, as an adult, knelt down and kissed her hand. The wind blew and caressed their hair. It was a truly picturesque sight.
Breaking the suffocating silence, Asherad opened his mouth.
“Thank you, mother, for coming. I hope you are not feeling too hot.”
“The shade is cool and just right. It’s a really nice day, Asherad.”
Asherad smiled back at Kalista's smiling voice.
“It’s a cold winter, and I’m afraid that my mother will catch a cold again. I’ll catch a good fox to make a scarf out of.”
“A fox?”
"Yes."
Kalista's eyes lit up. Tigers, bears, buffalo, and other large game were also prey, but foxes were also rare. How precious must the fur of such a cunning animal be? Kalista laughed, snorting.
“Oh, Asherad. What about tigers or wolves? Are you not going to give me such a big game anymore? You’re not going to give it to anyone else, are you?”
She admits that she has no knack for flirting with men, but she knows that he can't stand this kind of stimulation.
Why doesn't Asherad hug her?
'You're not sick of it already, are you...?'
She, who had been thinking of something a wife would do, soon laughed at herself coldly.
***
The door opened, and the nobles who had arrived earlier saw the royal carriage. Today is the day when the famous seductress's daughter, Daphne, will make her appearance.
It is said that the current Emperor does not have a wife and only lives with his mistress.
He was flawless even when he was the Crown Prince. His only flaw was that he was a woman? And the daughter of the woman who put his mother in danger?
The eyes of the nobles who tried to find even one flaw in the perfectly perfect Emperor turned red. They were ready to ridicule the Emperor at any time.
“Are you sure you came in the same carriage?”
“That’s what they said.”
“Oh my goodness, His Majesty the Emperor...”
People all shook their heads and waited anxiously for the Emperor's carriage.
“But why were you late?”
“Well, maybe he’s having fun with that witch?”
The Emperor was too late, even though he had already set off. All sorts of lewd thoughts stimulated the nobles.
Soon, the carriage door opened. The first one to get out was the Emperor. The Emperor looked around with a puzzled expression and then raised the corners of his mouth.
The Emperor, with his beautiful face, looked like something divine just by standing there and looking around.
He reached out to the carriage. Then, the tense gazes of the people turned to the girl. However, they looked at him with a puzzled expression.
When they think of a woman, they usually think of a beautiful, glamorous woman, adorned with jewels that symbolize affection. An absolutely beautiful woman wears red lipstick and acts coquettish and charming.
Such was the government they welcomed, and the people thought that the Emperor would be no different.
But the dress of the woman who got out of the carriage was truly simple. She looked like a woman who would have been better suited to a crown of flowers rather than a gold crown or a jeweled tiara.
The slightly frightened eyes looked harmless, without any trace of the usual seductiveness or coquetry.
Also, contrary to what they thought her demeanor would be, her movements were without any unnecessary frills.
She looked at the people, biting her lips and lowering her head as if she were intimidated, and then looked around the forest as if she were a child with curiosity. She looked like a noble lady who grew up preciously and did not know the ways of the world.
They say she grew up as a maid in the palace, so wasn't that the case? Most people tilted their heads in confusion, as they didn't know the details.
They wanted to laugh at the Emperor who loved voluptuous bodies, but they couldn't laugh at all. In his gaze, a cold gaze was directed at the woman.
It was Kalista.
“Yeah, you came here anyway, right?”
Kalista had no intention of leaving Daphne alone as she invaded her territory.
This is your last stop.
At that moment, Kalista and Asherad's eyes met. Kalista hurriedly averted her gaze, but Asherad did not. For a moment, the corners of his mouth rose and fell.
***
All of them stood wearing cloaks with their family crests draped over their shoulders. Those who participated in the hunt and those who did not were separated by a wooden fence.
The women all had shining eyes. Before they set out, they kissed the lady's hand and vowed to offer up game. That was their first interest.
The men's eyes were also filled with tension. The event, which had been closed due to the former Emperor's illness, was reopened with Asherad's ascension to the throne.
The greatness of the family. One's own excellence, and the only chance to be cheered on by women.
Before setting out, they all received their lady's handkerchiefs and kissed her hand respectfully, singing a song of love. It was a truly beautiful picture.
Artemisia looked around after receiving a kiss on the back of her hand from her brother. Daphne must be among them... It had been a long time since she had seen her, perhaps because of Asherad, after class.
Daphne wanted to be Judith, who beheaded Asherad.
If Daphne wants freedom from oppression, she should help. She thought they might meet at a hunting competition, but why not?
As she was looking around among the women, she realized that the eyes of the others had been focused on one place for some time. And her gaze also stopped.
It was hard to see clearly from a distance, but it was Asherad.
He looked a little boyish with his hair down, which was always neatly slicked back. His skin, exposed to the bright sunlight, glowed so white it almost looked blue.
Some eyes held the recording inside. Asherad had a unique atmosphere that made people nervous just by keeping his mouth shut and turning his head.
He looked different in his hunting clothes than he always did in his office clothes. He looked like a man with a bit more freedom.
Artemisia finally realized her brother's fuss about the fact that the attendance of the nobles was greatly affected by the presence of Asherad. She knew it, but he was pretty cool. Even the messy hair that stuck out of his head.
"Mother."
Unlike those who said they would find Daphne, he found Kalista first.
People unconsciously brushed their chests away at the soft, rumbling sound of air. They saw the woman sitting in the innermost part of the canopy, in the shade, rise.
A woman with reddish blond hair. A woman with a slender body and a cool sky blue dress walked towards them. Artemisia and several others sneered coldly. A mother and son? That figure?
Kalista was wide-eyed and blushing. A shy maiden and a man being courted. Their being called 'mother' and 'son' was nothing more than role play. Artemisia, who saw through the deception, clicked her tongue.
Some who were quick to notice knew that Kalista was obsessed with Asherad.
Kalista unconditionally participated in any event that Asherad participated in, and it was Kalista who postponed Asherad's wedding.
How many women have dashed to Asherad, only to be humiliated by Kalista and then disappear?
Anyway, Asherad willingly respected Kalista, who was the same age as him, as an adult, knelt down and kissed her hand. The wind blew and caressed their hair. It was a truly picturesque sight.
Breaking the suffocating silence, Asherad opened his mouth.
“Thank you, mother, for coming. I hope you are not feeling too hot.”
“The shade is cool and just right. It’s a really nice day, Asherad.”
Asherad smiled back at Kalista's smiling voice.
“It’s a cold winter, and I’m afraid that my mother will catch a cold again. I’ll catch a good fox to make a scarf out of.”
“A fox?”
"Yes."
Kalista's eyes lit up. Tigers, bears, buffalo, and other large game were also prey, but foxes were also rare. How precious must the fur of such a cunning animal be? Kalista laughed, snorting.
“Oh, Asherad. What about tigers or wolves? Are you not going to give me such a big game anymore? You’re not going to give it to anyone else, are you?”
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