Ryuji quickly arrived at the area where the storm had gathered. Relying on this world's mana, he continuously absorbed and redistributed the raging magical energy, dispersing it little by little into other regions. In the end, the impending natural disaster was barely broken apart, turning into widespread rainfall over a large area.
By the time he finished, it was already evening.
The palace destroyed by Esdeath was being cleared by workers, while Ryuji's maids waited nearby, guarding the area, ready to retrieve anything buried beneath the rubble.
After all, the reliability of workers these days couldn't be guaranteed. Ryuji, the hands-off ruler, had already dumped most administrative affairs onto the sow-goddess and Olga.
To be honest, this caused endless headaches for the people of the empire.
The sow-goddess was at least formerly their own object of worship, but now even the enemy's leader from a neighboring power was helping manage their nation. It left many feeling utterly speechless.
But since it was Ryuji's order, no one dared to object.
Ryuji himself knew very well that this empire would probably collapse within one or two hundred years anyway. With an unreliable successor, it might not even last a century.
But he couldn't be bothered to care.
After all, by the time one or two hundred years passed in this world, at the very least he would be strong enough to cleave a continent in half with a single strike. Worst case scenario, he could just overthrow his own kingdom and start over.
Who's afraid of who?
It wasn't like he hadn't overthrown dynasties before.
So, he casually walked into his spare palace. The moment he entered, he saw Esdeath sitting on his throne, wearing a brand-new military uniform, though without any sword at her side.
She had her legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, sipping lazily.
Even when she noticed him, she merely shifted her posture slightly and smiled at him.
"Looks like you're ready?"
Seeing how provocatively confident Esdeath looked, Ryuji walked straight over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her slender body into his arms.
"Of course."
She took a sip of red wine, then wrapped both arms around Ryuji's neck, pressing her lips to his and transferring the wine in her mouth directly into his.
Naturally, Ryuji began to suck on her tongue, the two of them tangling together as they fought over wine and saliva.
Esdeath's movements were extremely practiced, far too practiced for someone with no prior experience. It was obvious she had refined her technique through observation. Ryuji, equally aggressive, quickly seized the advantage with his seasoned skills, overwhelming her tongue while slipping a hand into her uniform.
The imperial military uniform was tight-fitting, making it difficult to for Ryuji to slip his hand inside. But he still managed to touch her smooth skin and soft, elastic flesh and began to knead it continuously.
Esdeath, who was fully focused on the lip battle, froze for a moment. That subconscious lapse allowed Ryuji's tongue to completely dominate, and refusing to fall behind, Esdeath quickly slid her own hand down from his chest and grasped his already erect cock.
Her soft, damp fingers teased the tip of his cock through his trousers. Even through the fabric, the strange stimulation sent shivers through both of them, and Ryuji's movements grew bolder. His other hand slid along Esdeath's thigh, advancing toward her pussy.
Electric tingles shot through Esdeath's chest, and she found herself wanting Ryuji to pinch and torment her nipples harder, craving the sharp edge of pain mixed with pleasure.
But Ryuji's hand creeping along her inner thigh made her whole body tremble.
She could sense what Ryuji wanted to do and she could feel how her body craved and anticipated it.
It felt as though she had always been meant to be treated this way by a man, meant to be handled, claimed, and ravaged like this long ago.
So this is a woman's happiness?
This feeling of relying on someone else, of being dominated by them?
Esdeath's breathing grew heavier.
For the first time in her life, she truly felt what it meant to be completely dominated by Ryuji. She finally understood why so many women were obsessed with seeking male partners, willing to devote everything to them, even when those men looked like idiots.
This sense of security, this feeling of being dominated.
It was simply too comfortable.
There's no need to think about anything else; her husband was the best.
Her husband could satisfy her materially, physically, and even spiritually.
Who could possibly refuse something like that?
Esdeath gradually relinquished her initiative, surrendering her tongue entirely to Ryuji, letting him plunder and ravage her tongue at will, controlling her breathing and heartbeat.
She no longer wanted to resist.
So, she lightly waved her hand, summoning the people she had already arranged.
Out of the corner of Ryuji's eye, maids quickly carried a bed into the throne room and placed it directly beneath the throne.
So, when Ryuji finally broke the kiss and saw Esdeath staring at him with a flushed face and eyes full of undisguised longing, he chuckled softly.
"Why here?"
He was quite curious.
Normally, wouldn't this kind of thing happen in the bedroom?
"Because in my tribe… women who are captured have their first time taken in the great hall. And you captured me, so…"
Esdeath panted softly as she looked at Ryuji, reaching out to caress his cheek.
In her tribal traditions, defeated women were sent to the hall to be fought over and raped by men before being taken home.
If she were stronger than Ryuji, she wouldn't have taken him in this world at all. Instead, she would have found a way to bring Ryuji back to her own world, to her homeland, and hold a proper wedding ceremony there.
But, she lost.
Esdeath lost and became Ryuji's spoils of war.
Under such circumstances, she would naturally be enjoyed by Ryuji as his prize.
Just thinking about it, thinking about how no matter how much she begged, no matter how she struggled, Ryuji would never let her go, how he would leave his mark on Esdeath's body and make her his, was enough to make her feel like she was melting from excitement.
"Then I won't hold back."
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