By Zephyria Now the blanket had been pushed aside that far.
Ruben breathed in ragged gasps, his body deeply embracing my genitals. He whimpered that it was tiring and to stop for a moment, so I did, but one cannot train their entire body and expect their lower body to be equally trained. I could only breathe in ragged gasps, aroused to the point of goosebumps by the inner walls gripping and sucking my penis shaft.
We stared at each other for a moment, and then I slowly began to move my hands, which had been holding Ruben’s waist, upwards. Ruben blinked slowly, not stopping me. I cupped his large, swollen chest from below. Each time I gently squeezed the plump tips with my thumb and rubbed them, Ruben writhed his hips as if pleading.
The child was always honest in bed, and would unhesitatingly guide my hands to where he liked it. My breasts were also one of the gifts Ruben had given me.
Ruben liked it when I stroked his body from his neck to his chest, and he also loved it when I cupped them tightly like this. My gaze lingered on the firm, taut curves of my breasts that clung perfectly to my grasp, as if they had no reason to lose their strength.
I carefully lowered my head and kissed them, making wet sounds, then bit them, then licked them again.
“Hhng, Ah, now…”
“Now, move?”
“Mhmm.”
As if in reward for my long patience, I pulled my hips back. The child flinched, squeezing his thick thighs together, then parting his knees. I slowly pushed halfway in, then pulled back out, and the moment I pushed deeply in again.
Ruben’s head snapped back.
“…Ruben. Ruben?”
“…Hhhaat, Ah, no…”
He had sworn he wouldn’t cum this time. The child, limp as a wet towel, blinked his hazy eyes and finally let out a soft giggle. The lingering ecstasy on his face entranced me with even the slightest glance. Breathing out hot air, I pulled my bodies apart.
Only then did the child mouth the word, “It’s okay.”
“…Ah… Are you okay?”
“…”
“You don’t seem okay.”
Perhaps from all the moans, Ruben’s lips parted, but only ragged breaths came out besides his gasps. I rubbed my nose against his, mimicking his plea of “It’s okay, more,” and pressed my lips onto his. Instead of meeting his coming tongue, I just kissed him lightly before pulling away, and only then did he speak his honest feelings.
“I’m sleepy,” he mumbled, and I moved away.
“Alright, let’s sleep. I won’t wake you.”
“…”
Ruben tugged at my fingertips, so I readily offered my arm and embrace. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep the moment he leaned against me. Ruben’s entire limp body was hot; wherever I touched, my skin felt warm.
A blush had settled on his broad forehead, the sharp tip of his nose, and his cheeks, which had lost their youthful roundness.
After gazing at his beautiful face for a long time, a surge of affection welled up, and I buried my lips in his cheek. “Mmmph,” he mumbled, annoyed, but still didn’t open his eyes. As I clasped his hand, nibbling on each knuckle, I sensed someone approaching from a distance.
As if to make sure I knew they were here, the attendant walked three steps, then rested, walked three steps, then rested, before stopping at the bedroom door. Then, very carefully, they knocked.
Knock, knock.
Wondering if they needed something, I used Telekinesis to open the door slightly. Then, without even peeking their head in, a single item was rolled inside through the half-open door. The door closed immediately after, and I pulled the familiar-looking item closer with my energy.
It was a three-tiered trolley, the kind often used in the palace.
On the top tier of the trolley, which I had only seen at banquets, were dishes of stew and sandwiches served in warming magic-equipped containers, along with some stir-fried meat dishes and salad, all prepared in a generous portion that would be more than enough for two.
On the tier directly below were several Clean Artifacts and bottles of holy oil, and on the bottom tier were pajamas for Ruben and me, neatly folded. Just looking at the items placed there made my face flush.
After a moment of thought, I tidied the surroundings with Clean Magic and helped Ruben put on his pajamas. Ruben didn’t open his eyes even when I lifted his arms or legs. After carefully dressing him and then myself, I lay back down.
How many hours passed like that?
As soon as Ruben opened his eyes, he whined that he was thirsty, so I quickly brought him water. When I asked what he wanted to eat, he pouted, so I offered him my lips. It didn’t take long for the pajamas I had so carefully dressed him in to become disheveled.
As a natural progression, we lost track of time once more.
The ecstatic night, dawn, and day—all of it was with Ruben.
The ninth trolley arrived.
Ruben sat leaning against my chest instead of on the torn-up pillow. If left to sit up alone with his exhausted body, he would constantly slump over, so it was unavoidable. He found it bothersome to use utensils, so I peeled the skin off each grape and placed it in Ruben’s mouth.
Watching Ruben chew and accept the food, I couldn’t help but smile.
When he tried to lick my fingertips, I stopped him and playfully bit and released his cheek. Even as he pushed my hands away, laughing, I playfully bit and released him again, leisurely continuing to peel grapes. Ruben, who had been lying there peacefully, breathing in contented purrs, suddenly startled and gripped my forearm tightly.
“…Mika. Right now, hold on.”
“Drink some water first.”
“No, it’s not that. Right now, right now, what time is it?”
“…I wonder?”
There was no clock in this room.
Holding Ruben in my arms, I just lifted my head. I slid open the curtain within my line of sight, revealing the outside. When I had brought Ruben food before, it seemed to be the dead of night, but seeing Ruben frown at the stinging sunlight, I quickly closed the curtain again.
Ruben, pale as a ghost, slapped my forearm. Let go. No, why all of a sudden?
“I have, I have something I need to do…”
“Didn’t you say you’d finished most of what needed to be done before the wedding ceremony? That you had a few days of leeway…”
“That’s right, that’s right, but…”
Ruben fell silent, lost in thought. Was he dreaming with his eyes open?
I moved Ruben to sit on one of my thighs and examined his face. When he sat with a serious expression, his handsome face stood out, which I liked.
My gaze slowly drifted down his body. Ruben loved leaving bite marks on me, and he loved me leaving them on him. Because of this, his hollow collarbone and sturdy chest were a mess of bite and suck marks.
Feeling a sudden heat, I buried my face in his neck, which carried his strong scent. As the child let out a soft moan and shifted, I lowered my head further. Especially when I nudged his plump nipples with my nose, Ruben gasped in surprise and pushed my face away again.
My palm was covered in his nose and cheeks, and I retreated obediently.
“No, no. Mika.”
“…Mmm.”
“For now, for now, you go to the main hall. I’ll follow you out soon.”
“Yes.”
As Ruben scrambled to get up, his knees buckling, I caught him with one arm. While I was at it, I kissed his broad back, where I had drawn constellations with bite marks, two or three times. Ruben’s shoulders trembled, and he laughed.
“…Ah, I’m going to die…”
“You can’t walk on your own? What about the healing artifact?”
“No, it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much… it doesn’t.”
That’s a relief. It was only now that I truly felt Ruben was a well-trained Martial artist.
He shook off my hand and walked on his own to the second drawer of a decorative cabinet nearby, opening it. So that’s where the wedding reception attire was. After receiving my share of the clothes, I felt a sudden sense of surprise.
All the formal wear was supposed to be placed in a box with holy oil before being worn, so it would carry a sweet scent. But I had to pull the fabric close to my nose to catch the scent of the clothes. While I sat there bewildered, Ruben, who had quickly dressed himself, strode over and cupped both my cheeks.
His kisses, pressed firmly onto my forehead, cheeks, and lips, were sweet.
“I’ll be there soon. First… eat something. Okay?”
“Yes.”
Whatever it was, he must have been truly busy. Thinking so, I just nodded obediently.
It was truly strange.
To my surprise, there were very few people in the banquet hall of the Crystal Palace’s main hall. Only about a couple of pairs were dancing, and out of nearly a hundred table seats, only five or six were occupied. Even then, they were sitting in pairs, busy eating something.
Moreover, the gazes of the people passing by generally avoided me awkwardly.
I now realized that I had attracted a lot of attention since being reborn in this land. Everyone consciously tried not to look my way, making me feel not just bewildered but even awkward. As I looked around, wondering where I should sit so that Ruben, who would arrive later, would feel more comfortable, I heard a voice call out, “Oh,” from a distance.
It was Vincent Lancaster, a knight from the Second Prince Faction, whom I had accompanied when Floyd went on an expedition.
Vincent had his curly green hair tied up close to the crown of his head. The naturally mischievous look on his face was amplified by his tightly tied hair, making the corners of his eyes slant upwards. He approached me with a wide grin and greeted me with exaggerated formality.
“Your Majesty! You’ve finally appeared!”
About four or five other knights, who had followed closely behind him, bowed in unison. Following the etiquette lessons, I merely flicked my fingertips in greeting and immediately asked what was on my mind.
“Yes. But… why are there so few people?”
“Hahaha! That’s understandable! Your Majesties haven’t shown a single hair for a full ten days!”
“…What?”
Ten days?
“As a fellow man, I cannot help but respect you! A Grand Sword Master is a Grand Master even at night, Aya!”
“I apologize on his behalf, Your Majesty.”
Steve Gore, standing beside him, stomped hard on Vincent Lancaster’s foot.
I was so dumbfounded that I couldn’t say a word, standing there with a vacant expression. It finally dawned on me. Yes, after the first night, I should have come out and sat in the banquet hall. Like Ruben, who had looked down from his high seat at the Debutante banquet. But we…
My face flushed hot.
Seeing me frozen and unable to speak, Vincent added in his jovial voice, “Still, until the third day, there were quite a lot of people here. Then, around the fourth day, the Ernhardt family members left, saying it was more important to take care of the territorial citizens on such a joyous occasion, and everyone else followed suit.”
“…Followed, suit?”
“They all withdrew, that’s what I mean. The Emperor’s wedding reception lasts for a month across the country anyway. Thanks to that, people like us knights and those working in the palace have been having a blast. It’s been so long since we’ve eaten such lavish meals three times a day.”
“…”
“The people sitting at that table over there, unable to lift their heads, are all administrative officials who came to eat a little late. They’ll all be back for dinner in a couple of hours, so you should receive proper congratulations then.”
“…”
“Still, you look so happy, and that makes me glad. It truly is rewarding that the god of abundance himself has blessed you. The King Consort always had a radiant face, but if it were me, I’d be skin and bones by now, Ah!”
Steve Gore stomped on Vincent Lancaster’s foot once more.
I had thought only three days had passed, feeling relaxed. I thought they were bringing me meals at every sitting, but now I realized that a cartload of food had been pushed into the room every day. No wonder the food on the trays seemed a bit much…
It was all because the curtains were so thick. No, it was because Ruben was so lovely. No, that wasn’t it either. It was because I… I was a beast…
I deserved the nickname “demon of lust.” Swallowing a rising groan, I covered my eyes with one hand.