By Zephyria 
I don’t know how many times we did it. While I was lying there in a daze, Mika grabbed my ankle, startling me again.
As I thought, Mika is a bit… Could he have some dangerous fetishes?
I had washed up thoroughly before getting into bed, but I felt a bit flustered every time Mika kissed my toes. No, actually, it was quite embarrassing.
It would have been fine if I had small, cute feet. If I were a woman with feet so tiny that she could accidentally slip out of shoes that fit in the palm of a hand, I might not have felt this much shame.
But I am an adult male, and I have a history of walking across half the continent. Naturally, my feet weren’t particularly smooth; they were rugged. The soles were thick, and calluses had formed around the sides of my feet where they were frequently pressed by shoes.
Thanks to the consistent application of holy oil, the skin wasn’t cracked or flaky, but no matter how many times I looked, they were coarse and ugly feet.
And yet, Mikael held my feet as if he were handling something precious.
He kissed the tops of my feet, nibbled on my toes, and occasionally rubbed the arches of my feet with his thumbs, breathing heavily to a disconcerting degree.
I could bear that much, but when he kissed the soles of my feet, it was truly difficult to endure.
How could I possibly step on that beautiful face?
“…Ah. Heuk, it tickles, it tickles… If you lick it, like that…”
“…Mm, and if I lick it?”
“Mikaaa…”
Of course, naturally, I didn’t hate it. It was just… excessively embarrassing.
He answered well, but his gaze never left my feet. Mika slid his fingers between my toes as if interlocking them, then laughed ticklishly as he slowly traced and caressed the shape of my toenails.
I was the only one suffering while he looked at my heels as if they were fascinating and nibbled on my ankle bones.
Fearing I might accidentally kick Mika, my toes curled up tightly. Then Mika would laugh as if it were very amusing and rub his cheek against the top of my foot.
Whenever I felt I couldn’t take it anymore, I would grab Mika’s wrist and pull it, placing it on my chest.
Because Mika liked it here, too.
The way he gripped my chest as if clutching the flesh and kissed it over and over, the way he fiddled with my nipples until they stood firm, and the way he buried his face in my cleavage and took deep breaths—it was all too erotic.
In moments like this, it was obvious that Mika had originally been heterosexual. I was just really glad that he seemed satisfied with me. Should I try doing more chest exercises? I had a brief distracting thought, but I snapped back to reality when he suddenly bit me.
Mikael nibbled on my areolae and then sucked them deeply. I hugged Mikael’s head with both arms and looked down at his face. Then our eyes met. Mika smiled again.
Looking at Mika’s ecstatic expression, I felt as if I had become the most beautiful person in the world…
“…Haa, heuk…”
“Haha… Again? Shall we do it again?”
“Mm-hmm. Yes, I want to…”
“…Alright.”
As we spent a long time fussing over each other—biting, licking, hugging, and stroking—the hole that had felt so painful and overwhelmed just moments ago, as if it couldn’t take any more, opened up slightly again.
I had already come dozens of times and been penetrated a dozen more. I had been quite confident in my stamina until now, but perhaps I was wrong.
I had lost so much strength that from the halfway point, I couldn’t even sit or stand properly. Still, it felt so good to have Mikael’s thing inside me that I kept begging him to thrust.
Wanting to do it more, I used a healing artifact in the middle, but that… was a mistake.
The body that had closed up completely, just as it was before we first started, clashed with the pleasure remaining as residual heat. After checking my physical condition, Mikael began to open my body again, slowly and thoroughly, just like the first time, in a way that drove me crazy. It was a torture second only to Acupressure and Blood Manipulation.
Only after I cried and eventually collapsed, using my own hands to pull my buttocks apart and beg him to hurry up and thrust, was I able to overcome that endless, convulsive pleasure.
From then on, I enjoyed it without healing artifacts, pouring on plenty of holy oil.
I also rubbed Mika’s thighs and wet genitals with my feet, which Mika liked so much. Then Mika lost his mind, and I was disciplined by his penis until I wailed. Once I regained my senses, I thought it was good, so I played the same prank a few more times, but after that, my memories for about an hour were fragmented.
After I fainted once, Mikael used internal energy.
Was this energy meant to be used like this? My vision blurred as if I were about to faint again, but several times I snapped back to consciousness as Mika’s internal energy pushed into my Mana hole. Later, even if Mika’s energy just lightly stirred my body, my whole frame would tremble and my jaw would drop open.
After being thrust while my waist and legs were lifted to an overwhelming degree, he thrust from the side while massaging my thighs and calves; after hanging onto me until my shoulders grew stiff, he thrust from behind while massaging my neck and lower back.
Occasionally, when I felt my hole wouldn’t close, he would leave me anxious and just slap against my thighs or buttocks without putting it in. Even if I wailed that he couldn’t do that if he were worried about me, he would only slide in and become one with me after a long while.
I was both happy and aggrieved that Mika knew my body so well. I leaned deeply into the safest and most dangerous embrace in the world. Then Mika would adore me, overflowing with affection.
…
How much had I cried and screamed?
When I opened my eyes, my throat was scratchy. My body, still tingling, was wrapped in soft pajamas, and I was lying with my head on Mikael’s arm.
When I mumbled, “Water,” Mika gently helped me up and let me lean against him.
I relied on Mika’s arm for support. Everything below my waist felt numb, as if it had melted.
“Are you feeling a bit more awake?”
“…Ah. Honorifics…”
“Pardon?”
“Mm, no… nothing…”
From the middle of it, he had been coaxing me as if I were a very small child; he must have been out of his mind then, too.
Thinking about that, it felt funny and cute. I should keep this as a secret joy until Mika notices.
I reached out with an arm that hadn’t yet regained its strength. Mika lowered his posture as if to let me dive into his embrace, helping me cling to his neck. As I pulled myself up while hugged, I saw a knife and fork moving on their own.
Mikael had always performed various tricks through the aura utilization ability called Telekinesis. However, this was the first time I had seen him handle things so delicately. Usually, it was just bringing distant objects close, but now… it must be because both his hands were occupied with me.
I looked carefully at Mika’s left hand, which gripped my chest through the pajamas as if supporting it, Mika’s right hand, which was wrapped tightly around my waist, and the fork and knife that were clinking as they sliced food into bite-sized pieces. Then I leaned in close, my cheek touching Mika’s collarbone.
“…Ruben?”
“I’m not hungry…”
“Still, you should eat something.”
“Not that… A kiss.”
I was aware that this was cringeworthy. But at the same time, I was certain that no matter what cringeworthy things I did, Mika would accept them all.
Mika let out a soft laugh and lowered his gaze. Our eyes met at a very close distance.
Clink. With a small sound, the fork and knife landed on the plate. Our lips touched and parted with a smacking sound. The tip of my tongue felt ticklish with lingering longing.
I popped open one of the pajama buttons at the top, not knowing when they had been put on me.
Then Mika systematically undid the second and third buttons. It was an explicit display of affection that would have been unimaginable thinking of his previous self.
It really isn’t a dream. Smiling with satisfaction, I threw off the pajama top as if casting it aside.
And I climbed on top of him once more. Mika’s pajama pants were already bulging.
We ate a few more meals, and we had sex a few dozen more times. I ate more of Mika than food, so my stomach felt full.
When I whispered that I could be happy enough living in bed like this for the rest of my life, Mikael smiled and said, “Yes, let’s do that.”
It was a perfectly complete and satisfying first night.
* * *
The inside of the office was very quiet.
Seven people were present, but not a single person spoke a word. Not even one brat dared to lift their eyes for a moment.
I, who realized the reason for their silence immediately after checking today’s date, was in a similar state.
Because my first night didn’t end on the first day, most of the approval documents neatly organized on the desk had been last updated a week ago. The numerous agendas that had been put on hold pending further progress due to the absence of the approving authority made my cheeks burn.
“Proceed with the renovation of the Imperial Capital residence as is. Re-examine how much additional budget can be allocated for the reconstruction of the fortress in Duke Ernhardt’s Territory. Expanding the communication network between territories using the already born Ranunculus… It would be better to change the person in charge of this matter to someone more intimate with Wizards. Please ask if the Marquessate of Mustang has any capacity left. They will also be listed in the portal maintenance project this time.”
Every time a sentence ended, the scratching sound of pens moving was busy.
While quickly flipping through the documents, my hand paused for a moment.
“The matter regarding the appointment of the exclusive painter for the Imperial Records? Why are there five copies of this…”
“…”
“…”
“…It seems there was a problem with the schedule,”
“Stop.”
Theodore Grand closed his eyes tightly and opened them.
Instead of looking at him, I lifted another document to cover my face. The tips of my ears were burning.
Since new people had entered the Imperial Palace through my marriage, appointing an exclusive painter was a natural necessity. Because the Royal Consort—that is, Mika—had to verify it at least once for procedural reasons, it was something that couldn’t be finalized before the marriage.
It was a proposal that should have been completed a week ago. However, neither I nor Mika had the leisure to turn our attention to such things.
Naturally, the work had been delayed, and the exclusive painter, not knowing the reason, must have been anxious, thinking they had failed to meet some qualification requirement.
If it had been someone inside the Imperial Palace, they might have guessed, but the problem arose because we had recruited a painter with a free style who could better capture Mika’s beauty.
There was no way I, sitting here wearing the reception formal wear that should have been taken off five days ago, could say anything.
A heavy pleasure still remained below my waist.
When planning the ceremony, I thought I would emerge from the bridal chamber on the second day. That was a result derived from being quite greedy.
Because, because Mika was the abstinent and quiet type, and there were honestly limits to the acts I could perform by pleading, holding onto him, and climbing on top of him.
Considering my stamina and Mika’s tendencies, I planned to spend a dreamlike day, roll around for another day or two, and then immediately finish the preparations for my honeymoon, which I called the Empire Transportation Network Improvement Project.
However, ten days.
Who could have imagined that the time Mikael and I spent in bed would be that long?
I really didn’t know. That Mika would melt away just by me blinking, that he would want to kiss me and open my knees the moment I reached out… That he wouldn’t tire even after repeated acts, but would rub his cheek against my chest and sink his teeth in with longing—I truly, truly had never imagined it in my wildest dreams…
Even today, look at what Mikael did to me while I was trying to get dressed and go out…
The small of my back, where Mika’s breath had touched, was still ticklish.
…I bit my lip hard to keep from laughing. Laughing now would be a bit embarrassing, even for me.
“Skip the interview with the Royal Consort and appoint this person as the Royal Consort’s painter as is. Although the appointment ceremony cannot be held, tell them the salary will be paid starting this month. Contact them as soon as the meeting ends to start with the wedding commemorative painting, referring to the existing portraits.”
“Yes.”
“The Empire Transportation Network Improvement Project will proceed without a change in schedule. Prepare Group 1 to be deployable starting tomorrow, and arrange for the portal perimeter construction crews to arrive at Valentia, Yeldidus, Kiadris, and the Widdrow Duchy sequentially at two-month intervals.”
“Yes. Then for Duke Ernhardt’s Territory…”
“They will wait in the capital for now, considering the safety of the dispatch team. I am considering either taking them personally with the Royal Consort or transmitting them through a trial operation of the portal.”
“Yes. I will prepare it.”
“Right. I will check every two weeks, so for other interim reports, Theodore, you handle the initial screening and processing.”
“Yes.”
“If there are any other reports, speak now. I must process everything today.”
I wanted to see Mikael soon.
My body was stiff, but my mood felt like it was flying. Throughout the time I quickly scanned the documents piling up in front of me, I kept suppressing the urge to hum.
Right now, I was the kindest and most generous Emperor in the history of this continent. I felt so good that I could smile brightly even as Theodore Grand kept glancing at me with a bizarre expression.