He, conscious of the guests in the reception room, refrained from raising his tone and spoke, unable to heighten the tone. I also responded with a serious tone.
“In an instant, what should I do when I get so angry? I can’t even criticize being the emperor of the Southern Continent.”
As I spoke, the image of Lionel’s lips touching Cartia, the empress’s lips, vividly came back to me.
It’s a shame. I should have kissed her officials outright.
After all, revenge originally comes with interest, doesn’t it?
Thinking again, I felt frustrated and anguished.
“Well, then you should have done it to me.”
“That’s not revenge, you know?”
“To seek revenge, I would do even more with another man, very much?”
My face, which had been cramped due to Lionel’s jealous voice, eventually opened up, and laughter burst out.
“You’re laughing? Is it good just thinking about it?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s because the empress said such things.”
“It’s not a joke. Earlier was really… hoo.”
As he turned his right temple with his hand, he sighed deeply.
He, too, closed his eyes, perhaps recalling the scene where he kissed the empress’s officials, and frowned.
“My thoughts were short.”
I began to console him.
“So, express your anger. I think I also turned my eyes because of Empress Cartia.”
“It’s not the eyes; it was the mouth that caused the problem.”
He retorted to my words with a snort.
As I burst into laughter again, he, with eyes that seemed displeased with me, spoke with a somewhat calm face.
“Don’t let this kind of thing become an obsession. It’s really embarrassing.”
Thinking it was the right time, I nodded vigorously, closed my eyes, and extended my lips to him.
Surely, as always, he would kiss me as if he had been waiting for it.
With the skill to devour even the sound of breathing entirely, he shook me with his adept sweetness.
“?”
But, even after waiting, nothing touched my lips.
Why is that? I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him.
With his fists clenched, he looked down at me with a stern gaze.
…However, even after waiting, nothing touched my lips.
Why?
I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at him.
With his fists clenched, he looked down at me with a stern gaze.
“Why aren’t you doing it?”
“What.”
“A kiss.”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why?”
“Today, I won’t.”
He was genuinely angry.
However, he seemed to regret it after uttering those words.
His blue eyes wavered as soon as the declaration was made.
But for some reason, he didn’t change his words.
“Really… you won’t do it?”
This time, his answer didn’t come immediately.
Is he hesitating?
After a moment of hesitation, he spoke as if making a resolution.
“It’s okay.”
I didn’t ask if it’s okay?
He then spoke to me with a solemn tone.
“It’s a punishment.”
Ironically, he seemed more tormented by delivering the punishment than I was for receiving it.
“Don’t say that and just do it, okay?”
Why does my psychology want to do it more because he said he won’t?
Due to this sudden wall he put up, I felt impatient for no reason.
I looked up at him with my neck fully extended.
Avoiding eye contact, he focused his gaze on the ceiling.
“Your Majesty, my neck hurts!”
“That’s the fate of a sunflower.”
“Isn’t the sun too cold?”
I complained with a disappointed expression.
“Oh, I’m hurt. To have the Empress speak of my curse like that.”
Lionel awkwardly pretended to clutch his heart with his right hand.
“If you kiss, it’ll get warmer.”
I held Lionel’s hands, pressed my body against his, and whispered.
Then, after hesitating for a moment, he opened his mouth again with a stern look.
“I won’t do it.”
He pressed my lips firmly with his index finger.
“….”
My expectations were off.
I didn’t think he would refuse twice.
And his answer made me more thirsty.
Boldly, I hugged his neck and tried to steal his lips.
“Raphael!”
Upon which, Lionel shouted for the secretary who was in the hallway.
Raphael quickly opened the door and came in, causing me to swiftly lower the arms I had raised toward him.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Now report.”
“I’ve already mentioned everything earlier, but…”
“…Really? Is he a court painter from the Empress’s palace?”
“I’m still checking.”
“It’s not just a matter of overlooking it, as he was murdered under the Empress’s palace sponsorship when foreign dignitaries began to arrive at the palace.”
“That’s correct. Since the identity of the murdered court painter is being revealed, a thorough investigation seems necessary, especially since it happened when foreign dignitaries started arriving at the palace.”
With a worried expression, Raphael cautiously spoke, afraid that I might be intimidated by this conversation.
“Report as soon as the identity of the murdered court painter is confirmed. Also, reinforce security around the Empress’s palace.”
“Oh, there’s no need for that…”
Damn it, the path to handling state affairs has become more treacherous because of Prince Tesler.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
