Chapter 40: The Emperor’s Pleasure

Chapter 40

“Do you like it?”

“What?”

“I’m cute, aren’t I?”

Her palm, which had been gripping his shaft, opened. Then, starting with her thumb, she curled each finger back in.

Her slightly cool hand enveloped his damp, throbbing member, massaging it gently.

“You’re full of confidence.”

Erich’s large hand covered the one gripping him.

Unable to withdraw her hand, Evening subtly flinched her shoulder.

It wasn’t a feeling of fear.

As the distance between them narrowed, with her still holding him, her shyness intensified.

The closer Erich drew, the more a bubbling sensation brewed within Evening’s chest, tormenting her.

More than simply doing it, the tantalizing impatience of almost touching, yet not quite, was harder to bear.

“Are you jealous because you think I’ll be nice to just anyone? You don’t have to worry.”

“I don’t just go around being nice to… well, no. I’m only touching you because you’re Erich.”

Though she didn’t expect love from him, she was fully aware of her status as his fiancée.

She had no intention of idly flirting with others and fanning the flames of trouble.

After all, Erich was the most handsome man in the palace, and his prowess in bed was surprisingly excellent.

He often sneered, claiming she was merely flattering him even when she spoke with sincerity, yet to her, that only meant her actions pleased him all the more.

It was as if he had turned away with an angry face, as if his enthusiasm had waned, only to dismiss everyone and return.

Gradually, she began to distinguish between the annoyed expression Erich wore when looking at the Prime Minister and the scowl he displayed before her.

The scowl he showed her was a conventional reaction—the kind one made in front of someone disliked when something unexpectedly pleasant occurred.

It was the way he furrowed his brow when he didn’t want to be caught enjoying himself.

Surely, her actions had made his heart pound. Enough for him to disparage them as mere flattery and pick them apart.

He was unpredictable, yet possessed a certain charm.

Evening, using her left hand, pulled Erich closer, tilting her head as if to kiss him.

No matter how tightly she held him and how high she stretched her neck, she was still a handspan too short.

Erich, who had been silently resisting being pulled down, let out a scoff.

“How cunning.”

His arrogant blue eyes, which had been fixed on her, vanished from her sight.

Erich had lowered his head and kissed her.

It was an adult kiss, his head slightly tilted so their noses brushed past, his tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth.

As their lips met, her two small hands wrapped around his member, which was protruding from his trousers, refusing to let go.

“Haa…”

The hand trapped within Erich’s palm gripped and stroked his member.

The sensation of its faint wrinkles and warmth against her hand was vividly real.

When she eased the pressure from her hand, the feeling of his shaft rubbing against her palm became even more palpable.

With each upward and downward movement of her hand, a sticky gasp escaped him.

Erich’s breathing intensified incrementally.

Being left in such a state, unlike usual, made every single one of his breaths feel acutely present.

Whenever he let out an unsuppressed groan, it was as stimulating as listening to lewd ASMR.

The underwear, against which Erich’s glans rubbed, slowly became damp from the inside.

The sodden fabric, pressed against her s*x, tickled her clitoris.

Even wet, the rustling sensation of the cloth was pleasurable.

“Euh-heung…”

Just as she reached a pleasant state, Erich’s body pulled away.

“Ah!”

Erich, having detached both his lips and his body, wiped his mouth with his forearm.

Erich greedily swallowed Evening’s saliva, then looked down at her.

“How vulgar.”

He scoffed, looking down at Evening, who blatantly displayed her underwear, now stained with crude marks.

Yet, it was he who was revealing such a formidable object between his legs.

“But, yes, it’s tolerable. I’ll even call it magnificent.”

Despite wiping away the saliva, his face remained filled with desire.

While she didn’t claim to know men well, she wasn’t so obtuse as to call this expression ascetic.

His face was distinctly different from when they first met.

Having tasted Evening, Erich’s face now gleamed faintly with lust.

Erich, sucking his lips inward and smacking them, glanced down at her.

“Eve, now… put your hands down and lean forward.”

It was a more cautious command than she expected.

He wanted Evening to comply, yet he seemed listless, as if he would turn away if she cried out in refusal.

Evening slowly slid down from the tall desk.

Instead of jumping off abruptly, she carefully placed her toes on the ground and slowly turned her body.

She had intended to do this even without Erich saying anything.

It was uncomfortable to remain seated on the desk.

Evening placed both hands on the desk, bending and straightening her body, searching for a comfortable position.

As she settled into a stable pose, resting her elbows and forearms on the desk, Erich approached and gripped her hips.

“I didn’t expect you to lean forward so readily.”

“Don’t you know anything about me?”

Evening, supporting herself on the desk with her arms, let out a weary sigh.

Enduring Erich’s constant comparisons to an ‘Evening Flam’ she didn’t even know, a sour complaint naturally escaped her.

“You seem to have no idea what I like, or how kind I am to you, Erich.”

“I certainly didn’t know you were the type of vulgar wife who’d lean over her husband’s office desk, waiting for him. But I think I know where to touch you to make you happy.”

Erich, who had gripped her hips, lifted her long dress and pushed it aside.

He pulled down her underwear, its bottom seam thoroughly soaked, and briefly admired Evening’s pale buttocks.

He wished he could have gazed at her plump buttocks for longer, but he had no such leisure.

His erect member had been aching for a warm home for some time now.

A tight sensation began to pull in his lower abdomen.

Erich hastily pressed his glans into the crevice of Evening’s buttocks.

It seemed to brush against her buttocks with its sensitive tip, but he quickly found the right spot.

As the glans tapped against her opening, her slick vulva greedily swallowed its head.

“I… mm, me too!”

As his member plunged deep inside, Evening’s voice caught in her throat.

This mass was still unfamiliar to her.

This was her first time being penetrated while standing.

The sensation of it surging from below felt more overwhelming than when she was lying down.

The pressure of something so large entering was frightening.

Losing her balance, Evening collapsed forward as if to fall. Her words were already breaking off.

“The Emperor… who… wants to pin someone… over a desk… and thrust into them… Euh-geuk.”

Each time Erich thrust his hips upward, her sentence broke off.

Evening, who had tried desperately to continue speaking, succumbed to the surging pleasure and bowed her head deeply.

“Uh, euk, euk.”

She tried to suppress her cries by tensing her arms, but it was difficult.

Being penetrated from below while standing made her feel as though her inner walls were being more heavily impaled.

“I didn’t know you were… such a horny person… who just wants to thrust?”

Evening gritted her teeth and continued her broken sentence.

She had intended to say the last words while turning to face him, but she was subdued by one hand.

Erich, pressing her back with his left hand and gripping her hips with his right, twitched his lips.

“You like me like this, don’t you?”

“Ha, euh, euh.”

Erich, having quickly learned Evening’s tactics, applied her mannerisms at a subtle moment.

Out of breath, her voice, which had intended to scorn him vigorously, melted into a cry of pleasure.

The glans, having penetrated deeply, scraped against a sensitive spot.

“Eung, eung, euh-heung.”

It seemed as though he was thrusting haphazardly, yet he knew how to hit the precise spots, just as he had said earlier.

In just four or five thrusts, Erich pinpointed the most responsive spot and diligently targeted it alone.

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

“Uh… euh, euh-eung… Ah!”

****

*Thump!*

The member, which had been moving as if filling her completely, pierced her innermost depths.

“Ah!”

Her neck, which had been drawn inward, snapped upward.

Whether due to the position or Erich exerting more force today, his member reached a place no one else’s body had ever touched.

“Oh, oh, oh…”

Tears welled up in her eyes from the unexpected pain.

The tears didn’t stop with just that one instance; they flowed freely as Erich held his deeply inserted member still.

“Ah, ow ow ow, yat, ah-heuk.”

Erich, having inserted himself to the hilt with all his might, ceased to move.

As he remained still, a fierce pain pounding in her brain and a sweet pleasure seesawed back and forth.

With his diligent thrusting ceasing, impatience seized her, and her throat tightened.

A pleasure as intense as when she squeezed a pillow between her legs, pressing it, surged through her.

“A lie…”

A lie. They said not many people climax from mere penetration.

Moreover, he wasn’t even thrusting after insertion; he was simply filling her deeply and staying still. Her inner walls quivered, clenching around him, but that was all.

This was a lie. It had to be a well-staged play or a crude joke.

She couldn’t be such a sensitive, easy person to climax from just being filled.

“No, Eve.”

Erich firmly gripped Evening’s hips, preventing her unconscious attempt to pull her waist forward.

He pulled her hips, which were twitching as if trying to escape, toward him, crushing her insides.

“Ah, ah, ah-h, no, ah, it hurts…!”

“It hurts? That’s… the real lie, isn’t it?”

Erich, who had been thrusting his hips forward and holding still, powerfully bucked his hips.

“Ah!”

Evening, gasping as if she’d bitten her tongue, slammed her forehead against the desk.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, her body from her forehead, which had hit the desk, to her waist, hips, and legs, twitched uncontrollably.

Of course, her inner walls also convulsed ceaselessly, clenching around him.

As one spot deep within her vagina was pressed, her wrinkled inner walls completely enveloped his member.

“You’re so pleased you can’t even speak.”

“Eung, euh… H-h-h.”

Evening let out animalistic sounds, unable to lift her head.

As time passed with him deeply embedded, she felt the movements of her inner walls. By then, she was feeling so much that her mind felt blank.

Her tightly clenching inner walls gradually accelerated.

Her vagina, which had expanded to perfectly accommodate Erich’s size, now seemed to constrict and shrink.

“…! Eve, easy now—”

As his member was suddenly squeezed tightly, Erich’s face contorted.

He tried to pull his hips back to gain some space, but he was a step too late.

Evening’s body, having reached its climax, refused to release Erich willingly.

Her rough wrinkles and warm inner walls completely squeezed his large member.

“Ah…!”

The moment she screamed loud enough to be heard down the corridor, the Emperor’s seed burst fully inside her.