What Became of the Tyrant After the Pregnant Empress Left - Chapter 135
“From the start, huh… Haa… Was this your plan from the beginning?”
Losing the will to resist, Ysaris tightly gripped Kazhan’s shoulders as he kissed her neck thoroughly, moving downward. Even though he was merely sucking lightly and licking her skin, a ticklish heat rose, making her face burn.
“If I must clarify, my intention was purely to have some time alone with just the two of us. However, adding deep contact to that is something I welcome.”
“You’re saying you didn’t plan this?”
At her voice tinged with doubt, Kazhan bit down on Ysaris’s now-exposed peak. The sound of a sharp gasp escaped, and his face transformed into one of satisfaction upon hearing her reaction.
“This is happening because you’re too lovely.”
“Again with blaming me… Hng…”
Ysaris let out a nasal moan as Kazhan moved from where he had bitten, devouring his way to a more sensitive spot. His actions were far too intimate for her to continue speaking coherently—her body was far too accustomed to him.
As if he understood this, Kazhan’s hands moved unhesitatingly, sliding beneath her clothes to invade the lower parts of her body. Stimulating the place that was already steadily preparing to receive him, he toyed with Ysaris, his face betraying an unrestrained wave of desire.
“This works out perfectly. You said you wanted to fulfill your duties as Empress.”
“And what does that… ngh…! Ah!”
As his intense hand movements caused her slender body to jerk sharply, a low chuckle rumbled out of Kazhan. It was a deep, primal sound, resonating like a beast growling from the depths of its throat, filled with satisfaction.
“It’s something only you, as the Empress, can do. Something only you *must* do.”
“…!”
Ysaris couldn’t quite discern the nature of the goosebumps rising on her skin. Before her mind could be entirely taken over by the deep, growling voice and the obsessive glint in his crimson eyes, a sharp and overwhelming pleasure shot up her spine.
“Haa—! Wait, ah! Nngh, Ka-Kazhan…!”
Her hands flailed aimlessly for a moment before clutching at the sofa as though to tear it apart. She wanted desperately to writhe away from the sensation, but Kazhan’s firm arm pinned her waist in place, forcing her to endure the merciless waves of pleasure without escape.
The lewd, wet sounds of friction filled the room, blending with Ysaris’s gasps and moans. Kazhan had made it a habit to bring her to climax with his hands before they began, and this time was no exception—her first release came swiftly and intensely.
“Haa… haah… ngh…”
Ysaris trembled as she tried to gather herself, catching her breath. Only when she felt something heavy press against her lower belly did she fully understand the meaning of his earlier words.
“Let’s have a second child, Ysaris. This time, I want a daughter.”
The Empress’s duty. Indeed, producing an imperial heir was undoubtedly a part of that duty.
But whether she wanted to bear his child was another matter entirely. Though they had already shared their bodies before, at that time, there had been no space to deeply consider the implications of pregnancy.
Surely, they needed to have a proper conversation first.
Just as Ysaris hesitated and began to speak, her lips were covered. Anticipating that she might push him away, a soft tongue lightly grazed the surface of her lips before retreating just as quickly.
“I love you.”
Kazhan played dirty. He had already discerned from Ysaris’s eyes what she intended to say and preempted her, ensuring she couldn’t reject him.
“I love you, Ysaris. My wife.”
“…Kazhan.”
“I’ve been waiting for the day we could share these feelings again.”
Ysaris accepted the series of kisses rained upon her face with trembling eyes.
This wasn’t just the act of sharing bodies, was it?
If that were the case, wouldn’t it mean that she was engaging in this without emotion? But the strange sensation gripping her chest suggested otherwise. Was she the kind of person so easily swept up in desire?
After their first intimacy, she hadn’t intended to give herself over to Kazhan so freely, yet somehow, here she was again. As if by accident, she had been swept along.
Or perhaps, it was more like resignation.
*Squelch!*
“Hnnngh! K-Kazhan, go slower…”
Even though her insides had loosened considerably, his size was still overwhelming, leaving Ysaris gasping. She found it strange that despite the lingering worries of pregnancy, she still ended up accepting Kazhan. Somehow, it didn’t feel wrong to be in this situation.
After all, he was her husband. He was a man who loved her—a man she also held some affection for. Sharing a bed with him wasn’t something to feel ashamed of.
But then, why did this still feel so alien?
