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Knock, knock.
“Come in.”
Zeroth looked up from the documents he was signing in his office.
“Are you busy?”
A small head peeked through the slightly open door.
When Zeroth gestured for him to enter, Sylvian hesitantly stepped inside, wearing a cropped sweater that barely reached above his navel and pants that only just managed to cover his underwear.
The first thought that crossed Zeroth’ mind was, “I hope none of the other servants saw him like this.”
“If it’s for my wife, I must make time.”
Zeroth stood up immediately and escorted Sylvian to the sofa.
The emperor, still sulking over Zeroth’ marriage to Sylvian, had been drowning him in tedious work as a way to get back at him.
As a result, there were many nights when Zeroth couldn’t see Sylvian until it was far too late.
‘I should give Elgana a generous bonus for making sure I get some rest.’
“What brings you here?”
“…I wanted to see you.”
Lately, he’d been thinking that this level of intimacy between them was just right.
But when Elgana had looked at him with a pleading expression and asked, “You miss the Duke, don’t you?”—he hadn’t been able to say no.
So, he had nodded.
As if she had been waiting for that confirmation, Elgana had pulled out an outfit—one with short sleeves, short pants.
He had tried to escape several times while putting on the skimpy clothes, but the maids had not let him go.
They had bundled him up warmly, saying it was too cold just moments ago, and now they had stripped him down in the name of pleasing the Duke.
He had nothing to say about the absurdity of it all.
“Did you come to comfort your master?”
“Y-Yes.”
Sylvian, stretching out the response in embarrassment, naturally knelt in front of Zeroth.
The plush rug beneath his knees kept it from being uncomfortable.
“Stand up again.”
‘Aren’t we doing this already?’
At Zeroth’ command, Sylvian got up, awkwardly trying to cover his navel and thighs.
“Hands behind your back.”
“Z-Zeroth.”
“You should call me Master.”
Since that day, Zeroth had been quite diligent in respecting Sylvian’s wish not to be spanked.
Instead, he yanked up the hem of Sylvian’s white sweater in one swift motion, pulling it all the way up to his chest.
“Walking down the halls in such indecent clothing… Were you trying to seduce all the servants?”
Zeroth tugged on the suddenly hardened pink buds, sensitive from the abrupt temperature change.
The soft, jelly-like peaks stretched slightly between his fingers.
“Hik! A-Ah, that hurts!”
“Liar.”
It really did.
Sylvian looked at Zeroth with teary eyes.
“But, but when you touch a lady’s chest, down below gets all tight—!”
“F-Fine! Really!”
Sylvian, panicked that someone might overhear, quickly clamped his palm over Zeroth’s mouth.
Bringing that up is against the rules!
His chest ached with a dull throbbing pain, but stopping Zeroth’s mouth took priority.
Even with Sylvian’s hand muffling him, Zeroth didn’t care in the slightest and continued tormenting his chest.
“Hnng… Ahh—!”
Lick.
A shiver ran through Sylvian’s body as a sharp mix of pain and pleasure surged from his chest.
At the same time, he felt something strange against his palm.
Zeroth had stuck out his tongue and was licking his hand in an obscene manner.
His lazy, half-lidded eyes looked far too relaxed as he freely toyed with both of Sylvian’s hardened buds while shamelessly lapping at his palm.
“You should keep your hand in the right place, Sylvian.”
Overwhelmed by the sensation, Sylvian flinched and instinctively pulled his hand away.
Zeroth let out a soft chuckle and gave him a warning.
“I-I…”
“Let’s serve each other, shall we? I’ll take care of my wife’s chest, and my wife will tend to his master’s cock.”
Smiling gently, Zeroth made it clear he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
He held Sylvian up for quite a while, thoroughly indulging in his chest.
Not stopping until the small nubs had swelled and hardened to a firm peak, he relentlessly continued his teasing.
“Hngh… Ahh…”
“A skirt this short? This is definitely meant for a lewd little bitch.”
As his body gave in to pleasure, unable to endure it any longer, Zeroth pulled Sylvian onto his lap.
His large hands slipped inside his pants without hesitation.
Through the tight fabric, his small backside was completely grasped.
“Ah!”
“You like that?”
“Hngh!”
“It wouldn’t be fair if only you got to enjoy this, would it?”
After panting heavily in his arms for a while, Sylvian settled between Zeroth’s legs, trying to catch his breath.
Haa… Haa…
Once he steadied himself, Sylvian lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Zeroth.
As if urging him to continue, Zeroth gently stroked his earlobe.
Tap.
Tap, tap.
Sylvian’s lips brushed against the space between Zeroth’s legs.
Even though he was the one who had trained him, Zeroth found himself absentmindedly toying with Sylvian’s ears as the boy, his cheeks flushed deep red, buried his face against his groin.
He would be asking for permission soon.
“Master, please allow this bitch to take your cock into her throat and cunt.”
Green eyes trembled violently.
The sight of him pressing his lips desperately against his length was utterly endearing.
Every time a kiss was imprinted on the fabric, tension built below.
“It’s been a while… Will you be able to take it properly?”
Probably not.
Sylvian whimpered at Zeroth’ unnecessary question—he wasn’t going to let up anyway.
“If my bitch wants it, I must grant his wish.”
With a light pat on the head, permission was given.
Sylvian undid Zeroth’ pants himself.
As soon as he pulled down his underwear, a fully erect length sprang free, as if it had been waiting.
“Slowly… Open your mouth wide.”
Instructions were given from above with meticulous care.
Following his words cautiously, Sylvian took in the thick, heavy length, filling his mouth.
“Hngh… Hhmm…”
“Tighten up prettily.”
Thrust.
As soon as his words fell, something hard filled the depths of his throat.
Sylvian stuck out his tongue, struggling to suck Zeroth’s length.
“Hngh.”
A strained sound escaped, but the veins on Zeroth’s arm stood out.
He leisurely guided Sylvian’s head, moving it in rhythm.
He wanted to thrust in as he pleased, to bury himself deep inside that small throat, but he held back his excitement, suppressing the urge as he looked down at the tearful face, pleading that he was scared.
“Ghk!”
“Open your throat more.”
Every time he struggled for breath, his mouth instinctively tried to close, causing his teeth to graze against the shaft.
Even that small movement sent a thrill through him, making Zeroth want to make Sylvian cry his heart out for the first time in a long while.
“You were the one who said you wanted to taste it, and now you’re doing it like this?”
At the light scolding, Sylvian’s jaw forced itself open again, trembling.
His pale face was streaked with tears.
Fear and excitement blended together, leaving his expression a mess, and seeing it only made Zeroth swell even more.
“Hhngh!”
“Shall we make sure you drink milk properly today?”
With a delighted chuckle, Zeroth firmly held Sylvian’s head in place.
At the same time, his movements grew faster.
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