Lyle was thrilled by the exhilaration that spread with a shudder of sweetness. It was sweeter than he remembered.

Drunk on her softness, he sucked and kissed her lips to his heart's content, and Medea in his arms struggled.

"Haa, um hum ..."

She was barely able to breathe through her nose and cried as if she couldn't make it. It seemed impossible to get used to kissing in just one day.

Lyle smiled and pulled Medea's body close. If she was not used to it, he could teach her from now on. None of that was a reason to separate.

"Ah,... .Well, Pfft ... ."

Lyle hugged Medea with trembling lips. It was lovely to have a small, slender body in his arms.

As he indulged himself in her soft lips and shared saliva with Medea, my gasping breath leaked.

"Ha........Millie....... ...why are you so sweet?"

He murmured absently—not comprehending.

But Medea was already in a state that she could not answer.

Lyle gazed with satisfaction at a panting Medea whose lips were glistening with his saliva,

With his free left hand, he loosened Medea's dress strap.

Then Medea, who was gasping in a daze, looked at Lyle as if she had come to her senses.

"Eh? What are you doing...... ?"

"Weren't you reading erotica because you wanted to do it with me?"

"N, no? Wait! Don't untie it! I can't wear it alone... ... . Ah!"

The hem of the dress was loose, and the front was pulled down, and Medea's body swiftly slid out of the dress.

Medea, now only in a corset and underskirt, looked at Lyle, stunned.

When he made eye contact with Medea, he kissed her and started to unravel her corset.

Medea was frightened by his relentless touch.

"This is a library! If someone comes..."

"I sent everyone out and ordered them not to let anyone in. No one's going to disturb us," Lyle whispered, releasing Medea's corset.

*Teuk*

The corset fell to the floor, causing Medea's breasts to pop out and flutter. Medea concealed her breasts with both arms in confused chagrin.

"B-but still in a place like this... ... !"

"The imperial palace is all mine, can't I do anything, anywhere?"

Then my body trembled as his eyes, staring directly at me, seemed to declare, 'You are mine too.'

Lyle approached a quivering Medea.

"Release your arms."

"N-no! Our union day has passed, so why...."

"Because I want to. You want me too..... don't you?"

Medea could not refute Lyle's words.

It was true that she wanted to play with Lyle. She liked the night she spent with him, but she didn't want to do it anytime or anywhere.

"T-then in the bedroom."

"I want to do it here."

I couldn't wait any longer.

Lyle's desire was already in a state where he couldn't procrastinate anymore.

Medea's astonished eyes shook.

"Well, this isn't even the bedroom... ..."

When Lyle saw Medea hesitating, his eyes narrowed.

"Okay, fine, if you let me serve you, instead, I'll be patient until I go to the bedroom."

"Yes?"

Is that something the hero would say?

'Oh, no. In the novel, I think he said something similar to Seira.'

Lyle looked a little out of his mind.

"If you let me eat you out, I'll stop from spilling semen on the library floor," Lyle said generously as if it was a fair deal.

Excited and shy, Medea protested, "No! You're the Emperor, don't you have any dignity?"

"Do you have any dignity to protect in your bedroom?"

"It's not your bedroom!"

Medea was even more exasperated because he looked handsome with a grumpy smile. It's like a goddamn male protagonist buff!

But Medea remembers how he felt good when Lyle licked her there.

"Are you really going to keep your promise?"

"Yes."

"If you are lying to me, you'll have to give me the throne and be the master. I'll be the Emperor."

Lyle laughed unintentionally, imagining Medea sitting on his throne and spreading her legs. Eating her out in such a place seemed to be particularly fun.

"Let's do that."

"... ... That laughter is annoying, but I'll trust it this time."

"Good. Lift that skirt up and take off your panties."

When Lyle proudly demanded, Medea was speechless.

Was that something the male lead would say?

"You didn't hit your head, right?"

"Are you worried about me?"

"... ... I am saying that your Majesty has changed so much."

Medea sighed and reached out to her petticoat.

As he lifted the hem to take her underwear off, she realized Lyle was staring at her.

"I... b-because I'm shy... ... .I don't want to."

"I haven't finished talking yet!"

But Lyle was very brazen. He pulled a chair and sat down and looked at Medea with a gaze of appreciation.

"I wanted to see the Empress take off herself, so I told you to take it off. But if you don't like it, come here. I'll take it off myself."

With his lustful gaze on her, it wasn't likely that she would ever peel it off.

Medea stared at Lyle as if she was stunned and lifted her dress.

"Okay."

Medea's face turned a deep red as she felt Lyle's burning gaze on the hem of her raising petticoat. He reached out and touched her thong strap hanging from her hip, unwrapping the finely made bow tie.

The thin piece of cloth loosened.

"Ha....."

Shett could hear Lyle breathing loudly.

Medea felt hot, the tension of the bow squeezed her, and Lyle pulled the rest of the knot.

The fabric fell, what lay between her thigh gap completely exposed under Lyle's gaze......

Medea hurriedly lowered her dress to hide it.

"What is it? You said I could lick it."

"You can lick, but I never said that I would let you see!"

"Is this saying that it would be nice to for me to eat you out with my eyes covered?"

"I'm not saying that... ... ."

A hesitant Medea finally realized that there was no way that she could get around it and lifted up the hem of her petticoat.

Lyle's hot gaze drilled into her as she revealed her pale thighs, her pussy, and crevices.

Seeing it, Lyle rose from his seat and approached Medea.

"Umm ...."

Lyle, who was groaning low, reached out and gently spread Medea's wet petals.

As he exposed her inner folds, transparent liquid started to leak out.

Medea's face lit up red.

"I don't think you have taken the lead in anything other than a kiss... ..."

"No, don't make fun of me," said Medea as she sulked and stepped back.

Lyle approached Medea with a weird smile.

"I wasn't teasing; I was only telling the truth."

Medea was trying to cover her ample breasts with one hand while lifting her dress with the other.

"Show me your breasts."

"N, no! You've seen it plenty this morning!"

"So you can show me.... While you're standing like this already."

"Ahh... ... ."

Lyle's fingers went under Medea's arm and lightly pinched her nipples. It wasn't painful, but the lewd prank made her moan.

"You said you were licking, but —other jokes... ... ! Ugh!"

Holding Medea's two indignant cheeks while she scolded him, Lyle poured down a multitude of kisses over her, and he finished her off with an incredibly passionate, devouring kiss.

The dress slipped out of Medea's hand, now utterly devoid of energy.

"Huuah...oooh hnngh..."

"I'll lick you now," Lyle whispered, looking into Medea's blue eyes after he released from his sweet kiss.

Medea hesitated when she saw Lyle willingly kneel in front of her. She curled up her petticoat again and, with a shy glance, seemed to permit him to go ahead. An immaculate pussy was revealed between thighs trembling with tension.

"Haaaa... ."

Lyle, with his fingers, opened Medea's fold and gazed at it with a sticky glaze.

Medea was embarrassed and kept closing her legs.

"Millie."

"Yes, yes?"

Replied the parched Medea, surprised.

Lyle pointed his gaze at Medea's trembling knee and said, "If you keep closing your legs, I won't be able to get between them."

"Don't tease me...."

"I wasn't lying when I said I want to clean you with my tongue."

With such a neat and beautifully handsome face, he spoke dirty words that had a great destructive power. Medea was momentarily dazed.

Lyle said:

"If you keep moving your hips or closing your legs, I understand that it means asking for the bigger one. You'll be fine, though, right?"

"Yes?"

It was obvious what the bigger one was.

"Ekkk!"

The faltering Medea's knees were spread wide open by Lyle's hands. While kneeling, Lyle reached out to her petals.

"Ah!"

He spread her petals from both sides, exposing her flower dripping with wine. Lyle looked at it and breathed in. Medea swallowed her shaky breath, and the moist tip of his tongue caressed her blossom.

"Ahhhh... ."

Even his breath made her trembled at the sweet stimulus.

Lyle glanced at the flower bud that had started to stand up.

When the tip of his tongue tickled the eye of the flower, a strange sensation started to spread out.

"Ah...."

Lyle decided to taste only the eye of the flower without touching the other places. He rubbed it up and down, pushed it from side to side, bit it with his lips, and kneaded it.

"Ekk!....haha... ahhhh.... stop... ... ."

All my nerves turned to places she wasn't even aware of. The only thing that Lyle's lips touched was that bud, and although he hadn't even touched anything else, she could tell just by feeling that my core inside contracted and the love liquid overflowed.

"Ohhh... . Uhhh humm. Haak, Your Majesty, stop... ... . Ah... ... ."

"Remember what I said if you moved your ass away? I'll hit it with your ass poking out."

Medea eyes widened at words like a bolt from out of the blue.

'That means you're going to put it in!'

She thought she could just hold on by being licked right now, but she wasn't confident of holding out until the end.

"No... ... . Stop licking, uh... ... . Ha! Oh oh... ... ."

There was a sweet shudder that ran all over her body when his tongue smoothly rolled her bud.

Medea sobbed, unable to pull her ass away or close her thighs, because of her wager with Lyle.

Because she was feeling so good, it was even more difficult.

"No, I think I'm going to......Ahhh... Stop. Ah ohhh......"

There was no way Lyle would quit with Medea begging with such an anguished cry. Lyle eventually pulled her ass towards him and pushed his tongue into Medea's entrance.

"Haa, wow! Oh Ahh!"

At the obscene stimulus, Medea cried out and hung on to Lyle's head.

She was so embarrassed to do such a lewd thing in the library but what Lyle did to me felt so good.

Every time he licked it, she felt like she was going crazy.

"Ah, ah... ... No... ... . Wait, no! Your Majesty, stop... ... . I think I going to... ... . Ohh... ... ."

"Hold on... ..."

Lyle whispered in a very excited low voice.

Medea shook her head and sobbed, saying, "I can't stand it anymore!"

"Ah, ah ah, ah, ah, Ahhhh!"

Medea wobbled and sank as she reached her zenith.

Lyle, on his knees, smiled cooly as he received her.

"Hah, ha....."

Lyle rose up and picked up a dreamy Medea in his arms. He strode to the front of the library table and laid Medea down.

The hem of her dress was rolled up, and two smooth white legs were wide open.

"Hah, ahhhh!"

Suddenly, Lyle, who had pulled out his penis, quickly pushed it in and up. When he tasted the peak, Medea's spirit was aroused. When his head rose again, she felt ashamed.

"Ah, no... Aang! Lyle!"

"I kept my promise. It's the Empress who's been acting out of control."

'What promise?'

Medea's protest was buried in a moan at Lyle pushing in his fiery penis.

He wrapped his arms around Medea while he kept his rhythm.

"Haa.....Millie...."

'Oh, gosh! I can't accept this.......Why are you staring at me with that face, that face that looks like it's in love!'

The lifted body shook violently up and down.

Medea sobbed, desperately wrapping around Lyle's waist with her slender legs. Her dress, which had been hanging over her waist, had been torn and long since fell to the floor.

There was a messy trace of lovemaking mixed with semen and love liquid near Lyle, who was churning.

"Ugh, yes! Aang! Aaang! Lyle~!"

Whenever Medea sang his name in a wet voice, his passion grew out of control.

Did the former Medea ever call his name? It seems likely.

But every time, Lyle was angry with a raging fire and never let her call his name again.

Even though the only being allowed to call his name was the Empress.

"Ah! Ahhh! That's so good, ooh! Aang....... Whoa......."