How to Safely Divorce An Obsessive Emperor

“Absolutely not.”

The long, long kiss ended.

She still felt dizzy. Lasilia tried to focus on Lescal’s face, which looked twice as dazzling as usual, perhaps as a side effect of the kiss.

“What… Isn’t it?”

“Definitely not three times.”

“Ah…?”

Lasilia seemed to pause for a moment and counted in her head.

‘It would take three hits.’

She remembered that he was the one who placed his lips on hers first. After that, she was a little vague about why she was sitting on Lescal’s thighs, why a couple of the buttons on her back were undone, and how her headdress had fallen and her hair was disheveled. It was certain that he touched his lips first three times.

‘Maybe more than three times.’

She was like that anyway. She herself kept her promise.

Lasilia stood quietly, leaning her deflated forehead against Lescal’s. Unfortunately, she had no strength in her limbs.

“Three times is correct. And could you please drop me off?”

“No.”

Instead of putting down her Lasilia, Lescal wrapped his arms around her waist.

The feeling of her waist being held as she sat astride Lescal’s thighs was very suspicious. She was uncomfortable, too close, and she became increasingly aware of her distance.

“Just once.”

The eyes were very serious as they debated whether it was three times or one time. Besides, so much time had passed and it was meaningless for her to keep counting.

Lasilia glanced at the clock on her wall, indicating that quite a bit of time had passed. It was already time to call it dawn.

“It’s past time to sleep.”

“I know.”

Lescal put his lips to the corner of his mouth and whispered softly.

“You can stand up and do it twice. I won’t be greedy until that point.”

She thought she was already paying.

“Three times.”

“No. Don’t you remember?”

Lescal placed his palm on Lasilia’s back and leaned her body forward. She rested on the sofa with her back resting on his palms. Lescal’s face replaced the ceiling in her field of vision.

“When we were in this position,”

And their lips suddenly overlapped.

Lescal parted Lasilia’s lower lips as if he had kissed her. Another wet sound came from between her lips.

“You said she was breathing and you tried to turn your head to her side, so I said,”

Her body was lifted again. Now, on the contrary, Lescal’s back was touching the sofa, and Lasilia was on top of Lescal’s body.

“I turned my head like this.”

Lescal’s head tilted to the side as their lips pressed close together. Then his breathing became a little easier. In fact, it seemed like it was because she had a chance to vent rather than because her posture had changed.

“So the kiss isn’t over. Our lips never parted.”

“What…”

…going to be.

“I can prove it later. Our lips have never separated.”

“…”

The reason she became speechless was simply because she was dumbfounded.

Lasilia, who was about to correct him by saying three times, changed her tone.

“Your Majesty, did you measure all those things while kissing?”

“Hmm?”

Perhaps because she was unexpectedly caught off guard, Lescal briefly missed the reply.

“I’m a little disappointed.”

“No, that’s…”

“Whether it was once or three times, you kept your thoughts elsewhere.”

“…”

“I wasn’t.”

Lasilia tugged lightly at the hem of her dress and she stepped off of Lescal’s body.

“Since you say so, I’ll just call it once as you wish. From next time, I will come to my senses and count the numbers.”

“…If you say it like that, it’s a bit unfair.”

Lescal got down and dragged Lasilia back.

She touched Lescal with her body flatter than before. She wasn’t sick, but the look on Lescal’s face was too serious for her to think it was a joke.

“Do you know what will happen if I lose my mind while kissing you?”

“…”

Lasilia did not know the answer. She had never experienced anything like it, and she had never heard of it anywhere. But she didn’t seem to know at all.

Because Lescal’s fingers were fumbling with two loose buttons.

“My hands were like this without me realizing it. After opening the two, you twisted his shoulder and he came to his senses.”

His touch and the sound of his impossibly soft lips spread across the area where her neck and shoulder meet.

“So I did my best.”

She didn’t think there was any need to ask what the best was for.

As Lasilia put one hand to her ear, Lescal lifted her head from where it was buried in the crook of her neck.

Grumbling, his dazzling blonde hair slipped between his fingers.

There would be more after the kiss.

In order to be fully subordinated, something more was absolutely necessary. Before their thirtieth birthday, they will actually sleep together. It was still unfamiliar, but that wasn’t why she was worried.

Lescal’s eyes were red. After kissing, he looked like that. He seemed to not even blink once as his eyes were fixed on him unwaveringly.

Looking at him, she could understand what his desire was for his partner.

“The date… I think it would be okay to decide.”

Lescal asked slowly.

“What date?”

“A date when you don’t have to be sober.”

“…?”

Lescal shook his eyes as if he didn’t understand at first.

Lasilia playfully touched his eyes.

“Until then, I will do my best.”

“I… I’m not sure if I understood correctly… That means…?”

She understood that Lescale wanted answers. He wanted to be sure. But putting it into words was difficult.

After a moment of contemplation, Lasilia lowered her hands and untied the tie that Lescal had wrapped around her neck.

His straight jawline was revealed, and the outline of his uvula was visible. It was a body part she had never seen before and did not exist on er body.

“Like this.”

“…”

While Lescal held his breath, Lasilia unbuttoned his shirt.

One, tap.

Two, tap.

And three.

“Only three today.”

“…”

The emperor’s clothes were always flawless. It was a pity that Lasilia did not know what efforts Chamberlain Persson was putting in for that appearance. In any case, she thought it wasn’t bad to see Lescal looking more disheveled than usual with three buttons on his shirt undone.

‘No, it’s not a bad thing…’

Instead, she felt like she should have used a word with a more erotic feel.

‘I want to solve more.’

The shape of his strong, straight collarbones caught her eye for no reason.

“You can do more, but for me.”

Lescal yanked Lasilia’s hand and squeezed it. The corners of his eyes were redder than when they had just finished kissing. The hazy golden eyes were so dazzling that they made the viewer’s mind dizzy.

He said she could do more, but it didn’t seem like he meant it. If he had, he wouldn’t have grabbed her hand so tightly and pulled her chin to bite her.

“No. I don’t think I should do more either. Now… Because I’m so unprepared.”

More than just kissing may not mean simply taking off your clothes. Even if she greedily tried to unbutton all the buttons on his shirt, she still had no idea what to do next.

“So, let’s set a date. Until then, let’s prepare one by one.”

“I’m asking because I feel like my head is hard right now… What kind of preparation do you mean?”

Lescal’s voice, which was always nice to listen to, felt a little different now. It was similar in that it was deep and soft, but with the added strangeness of something she couldn’t figure out, it felt like her ears were ringing.

“Even if you were a prophet, you wouldn’t have known how to undo buttons.”

Lescal kissed the tips of her fingernails.

The sound coming from his lips was similar to the sound that made her ears tremble, and Lasilia realized why his voice sounded different.

‘Repeatedly… It makes me shiver.’

Her fingertips, her ears… The waist held by him, the inside of her thighs touching him.

“Things that were awkward at first have become familiar.”

Her voice continued to become softer, similar to his.

“Kissing is the same, touching is the same.”

“Ha… Such preparation.”

“Yes.”

Lescal’s fingers slowly rubbed Lasilia’s fingers.

“If that were the case, I wouldn’t be able to do it alone. Because I can’t kiss alone.”

“Yes.”

“So you’re saying you’ll prepare with me?”

“…yes.”

“Okay then.”

When he said that, Lescal’s voice was thick and thick, as if he had a cold.

“Select a date.”

“Hmm… A month later.”

Lescal let out a muffled groan.

“I think it’s too long.”

“That’s up to you, Your Majesty.”

Where did this word come from?

After hearing what she said, Lasilia was also surprised.

“How? Please make me understand.”

“That is… Because we will prepare together with His Majesty…”

Suddenly, Lescal’s lips suddenly overlapped, and his afterword went straight into his mouth.

Her mouth was now filled with a sweet sensation that she had become more accustomed to.

“I’ll do my best.”

“…”

Lescal paused for a moment and left a single word before continuing the kiss. The night was well past bedtime, and it seemed like it would continue for a long time. And at that time, a dream came to someone who had fallen asleep before the two of them.

* * *

“…Nonsense!”

Ecelion rolled back his blanket and raised his upper body. His face was all wet with cold sweat. His face looked so pale in the moonlight that even Tion, who was on watch, was startled.

“Your Highness! Is there a problem?”

“Whew, dream… … “I had a dream,”

“Oh, did you have a nightmare?”

“Nightmare…”

Ecelion, who had been absentmindedly following Tion’s words, brushed his sweat-soaked hair.

“Shall we at least raise the water?”

“That would be great.”

Tion poured water from the water bottle placed next to the bed and handed it to Ecelion. The duke’s villa had six bedrooms, but Ecelion stayed in one room with his subordinates.

No matter how much Lady Lasilia guaranteed her identity, since she had not promised official support from the Empire, there was a good chance that the relationship would go sour. This meant that the three of them had to be ready to escape at any time.

“Here I am, Your Majesty.”

He picked up the glass that Tion handed him and emptied it in one gulp, but his mind was still confused.

“How about getting more sleep… What do you think? I don’t think those monsters will appear again. And ample reinforcements from the empire have arrived…”

“I had a dream. But I don’t know if it was really a dream or not.”

With the palm of his hand, whose temperature had cooled slightly thanks to the glass of water, Ecelion swept the area around his eyes.

The dream was so vivid. So it didn’t seem like a dream.

“What kind of dream was it? Have you come across a traitor?”

“No.”

When he removed his palm, his distorted eyes were revealed.

“Lasilia has appeared.”

 

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