Rescal wanted an answer, and she understood that. He would want certainty.
However, it was challenging to express it in words.
After a moment of contemplation, Lasillia lowered her hand and untied the tie Rescal had around his neck.
A straight jawline was revealed, and the contours of his neck were visible. It was a body part she had never seen on herself, and it was unfamiliar until now.
“Like this.”
“……. ”
While Rescal held his breath tightly, Lasillia unbuttoned his shirt.
One, pop.
Two, pop.
And three.
“Only three today.”
“……. ”
The Emperor’s attire was always impeccable. It was regrettable for Lasillia not to know what efforts the imperial tailor, Fersohn, was putting into maintaining such an appearance.
Regardless, Lasillia thought that Rescal, whose shirt buttons were now undone and looked more disheveled than usual, didn’t look bad.
“No, not bad…”
Rather, she felt the need to use a word that conveyed a slightly peculiar feeling.
“I want to undo more.”
The shape of his firm collarbone, extending at right angles, unexpectedly caught her attention.
“I can do more, for me.”
Rescal abruptly pulled Lasillia’s hand towards him, his eye corners even redder than after their recent kiss. The afterglow of the kiss, more dazzling than ordinary, disoriented the mind of anyone witnessing it.
“Even more is allowed, for me.”
However, it didn’t seem like he meant it sincerely.
If he did, he wouldn’t grip her hand so tightly or pull her chin to bite.
“No, I don’t think I should do more. Right now… I’m not ready.”
The meaning of going beyond a kiss wasn’t simply about undressing. Even if she undid all the shirt buttons eagerly, her mind remained dark on what to do next.
“So, let’s set a date. Until then, let’s prepare one step at a time.”
“I’m asking because my head feels stiff right now… What preparations are you talking about?”
Rescal’s voice, always pleasant to hear, sounded a bit different. It was still deep and resonant, but an inexplicable sense of peculiarity added an unfamiliar touch to it, making Lasillia’s ears tingle.
“Even if you’re a prophet, you wouldn’t be ignorant of how to undo buttons.”
With a light touch, Rescal grazed his fingernail on her lip.
The sound from his lips was similar to the one that made her ears tremble, and Lasillia realized why his voice sounded different.
“Keep making me… tremble.”
The fingertips, the ears.
The waist held by him, the inner thigh touching him.
“At first, those things were awkward, but they became familiar, right?”
Her voice continued to resemble his, becoming even more resonant.
“Kissing and touching alike.”
“Ah… those preparations.”
“Yes.”
Rescal’s fingers slowly played with Lasillia’s fingertips.
“If it’s that kind of preparation, I can’t do it alone. I can’t kiss alone.”
“Yes.”
“Does that mean you’ll prepare together with me?”
“…Yes.”
“Good.”
When he said that, Rescal’s voice was murky, like he had caught a cold.
“Decide on a date.”
“Um… in a month.”
Rescal let out a muffled groan.
“That seems too long.”
“It depends on Your Majesty.”
Where did such words come from?
Having spoken, even Lasillia was surprised.
“How? Explain it to me.”
“That’s… because I’ll be preparing with Your Majesty…”
Suddenly, Rescal kissed her again, and the words that followed ended up in her mouth.
The inside of her mouth now welcomed the sweet sensation that had become increasingly familiar.
“I’ll do my best.”
“…….”
Rescal paused for a moment, leaving a word, and then kissed. The night, which had already passed midnight, seemed to continue for a while. And at that moment, a dream found its way to someone who had fallen asleep earlier than the two of them.
“… This can’t be true!”
Esellion sat up, soaking the sheets, and his upper body.
His face was covered in cold sweat. In the moonlight, his face looked so pale that even Thion, who was sitting near, was surprised.
“My lord! What happened?”
“Sigh, I had a… dream.”
“Oh, did you have a nightmare?”
“A nightmare…”
Esellion, who absentmindedly followed Thion’s words, swept the sweat-soaked hair off his forehead.
“Shall I bring some water?”
“That would be good.”
Thion poured water from the bottle placed beside the bed and handed it to Esellion.
Although the imperial residence’s detached building had six bedrooms, Esellion stayed in one room with his subordinates. Despite Lady Lasillia vouching for his identity, there was always a possibility of things going awry unless there was an official promise of support from the Empire. It meant that they needed to be prepared to escape at any time.
“Here you go, my lord.”
Taking the offered cup from Thion, I gulped it down, but my mind was still unable to grasp the situation.
“How about getting more sleep…? The creatures shouldn’t appear again, and with the reinforcements from the Empire arriving generously…”
“I had a dream. But I’m not sure if it was just a dream.”
Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, Esellion spoke.
The dream was too vivid. Therefore, it didn’t seem like a dream.
“What kind of dream was it? Did any traitors appear?”
“No.”
As Esellion moved his hand away, his distorted expression was revealed.
“Lady Lasillia appeared.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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