IYAMD: Episode 99

Jaha had never imagined that lovemaking could be this long.

Even though they had been at it all night and it was already down. Marsilia was still on top of him, thrusting into his hole.

He was so tired but Marsilia kept asking for another round.

After he had poured his semen into Jaha’s body several times, it felt like a flood was coming from below. 

The cum flowing from the hole soaked the bed, so much so that it was sticky wherever it touched.

“Now, hng, stop it.”

As Jaha flailed, Marsilia finally raised his upper body and grumbled.

“You haven’t cum yet.”

Jaha shuddered as he looked back and forth between the man who was still holding his lower body and his spent penis visible underneath. How could it end when it wasn’t even standing?

He didn’t hate having sex with him. It took a while, but after several rounds, the tingling sensation had increased considerably, and he was aroused in his own way. But that’s not the point! 

Jaha pushed Marsilia’s chest with his leg.

“I’m fine, please stop. I’m tired. I’m hungry too.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say that his hole was sore. He had said it hurt a few times before, but after that man used his divine power, he didn’t even want to bring it up.

Using divine powers for sex, he definitely isn’t in his right mind.

Jaha struggled with his feet and pushed him away until he had pulled out his cock, and barely managed to get out of bed on shaky legs.

“I want to wash. I’m hungry.”

In fact, lovemaking was more mentally exhausting than physical. When he felt something strange inside or every time his lower abdomen bulged with the size of his dick, he felt a surge of shame. 

When he heard a sticky sound or let out a strange moan without realizing it, it was even worse. 

When his face turned red and his unconsciously tightened his hole, Marsilia’s groans would burst into his ears, giving him goosebumps several times.

After feeling that way all night, he just wanted to rest and not think about anything.

Does that man know? The fact that he had to use all his inner energy to deal with him. 

Whenever he felt tired and wanted to fall asleep, he had to use his inner energy. 

If you’ve done it to that extent, shouldn’t you just call it a day and end it?

Jaha couldn’t even think of hiding his disgusted expression and leaned on the table next to the bed.

The feeling of the man’s semen flowing down his thighs was somehow embarrassing. 

The cum, lukewarm, slowly started cooling as it flowed down.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like it. It was just that he wasn’t used to it. To be honest, it wasn’t a feeling he wanted to get used to.

As Jaha held onto his waist and leaned on the table, Marsilia asked worriedly.

“Does it hurts?”

He placed his palm on Jaha’s waist and rubbed it. Judging by the fact that his waist felt better in an instant, he must have used his divine power.

Jaha, who had been scanning his naked body in the bright light, asked about the scar-like mark left on his side.

“What is this?”

There were no other scars on his body. It’s not that he had never been injured, but he was a sword master, so he probably recovered quickly enough that scars didn’t form. But that one still remained, and that bothered him.

At Jaha’s question, Marsilia smiled subtly.

When Jaha raised his head and looked up at him, he sighed and answered as if he couldn’t do anything.

“It’s proof that I didn’t trust you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s the mark left after casting a curse to seal your inner energy.” 

Jaha finally remembered the story he’d heard from Gerald. It was about how a curse comes with a price, and that there would be side effects for the Emperor as well.

Jaha unconsciously let out a sigh. No wonder the scar looked strangely shaped.

When Jaha placed his hand on it, Marsilia took his hand and rubbed his face with it.

“It won’t go away?”

“Yeah, probably not.

“Purification won’t work either?”

“Ah, this is something I received as a result of casting a curse, so purification won’t work.” 

Jaha glanced at him with an expression of disdain, then pulled his hand away.

“Call a servant. I want to wash.”

“Shall we wash together?”

“No.”

If they washed together, they’d end up sticking to each other again. Jaha firmly rejected him, and Marsilia clicked his tongue in disappointment. 

After draping the gown he wore yesterday over Jaha, Marsilia finally pulled the cord to summon the servant.

“Bring the bathtub into the room. I’ll wash in the bathroom, so prepare everything separately.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Once the servant left, Marsilia approached Jaha, kissed his cheek, and whispered,

“I’ll see you in the dining room after you wash.”

“Okay.”

Jaha was at a loss for words as he watched the man leave the room completely naked. He had draped the gown over him earlier, and while Jaha knew he wouldn’t have anything to wear after giving it to him, he hadn’t expected him to leave without it.

Does he have no sense of shame? Jaha blushed in embarrassment as if it were his own shame.

…

While Jaha and Marsilia were having a late breakfast, the door to the dining room opened, and Serez hastily entered. As their peaceful time was interrupted, Marsilia called his name with a frustrated expression.

“Serez Hastings, I thought I said I was going to take a break for three days.”

“This is not the time, Your Majesty. The High Priest has gone missing.” 

Serez hurriedly spoke, then belatedly turned to Jaha and greeted him.

“It’s been a while, Lord Jaha. You seem to be doing well…” He glanced between Jaha and Marsilia before clearing his throat. 

Marsilia ignored the look on his aide’s face and asked, “The High Priest has gone missing?”

“I sent someone to meet with the High Priest. It seems the temple has been secretly looking for him as well… From what I gathered, he has been missing for quite some time.”

“How long are we talking about?”

“Over ten days. But… the last person the High Priest met was the Archduke.”

“What?”

Marsilia frowned as he asked, and Serez explained the details of the investigation. But the story wasn’t very detailed.

Before the Archduke ook control of the Imperial Palace, he had visited the High Priest.

“Apparently, the holy relic also disappeared with him…”

“The holy relic disappeared, and yet the temple said nothing about it, keeping it hush-hush?” Marsilia scoffed. 

“They must have considered it something embarrassing and were trying to cover it up while searching for it.”

Marsilia slammed his fist onto the table, barely hiding his anger. Though the imperial family couldn’t interfere with the temple’s matters, this was beyond acceptable. To think they couldn’t even assess the severity of the situation. Idiots.

“You said you investigated the Archduke’s movements. Did you confirm what he did in the temple?”

“He’s gone through the dispatch reports from the temple.”

“Dispatch reports?”

Serez nodded and replied, “When you go on a subjugation mission, the temple also send priests, right? Since it’s work, the priests who go out on missions have to submit reports. It seems the Archduke went back and forth for a few days, going through old records.”

“Is there no way for us to verify this?”

Serez awkwardly nodded. “Since the Archduke was an honorary bishop, he was able to access it. The imperial family doesn’t have the authority to request temple documents, Your Majesty.”

“Damn it.”

What kind of power does this empire have, with so many wielders of power? Too many powers and privileges have been consolidated in the temple and the Mage Tower. The Mage Tower will need to be reorganized soon, but he can’t just leave that damned temple alone either.

“What about using the High Priest’s case as an excuse?”

“It won’t work.”

Marsilia pondered for a moment, then noticed that Jaha had finished his meal.

“Let’s move and talk. Jaha, come along with us.”

“Me too?”

Seeing his expression, Marsilia knew what he wanted to say. He was probably thinking, “Why call me if I won’t be any help?” Marsilia gently took his hand from the table and smiled.

“I want to hear your opinion. If it’s you, you could approach this from a different perspective than ours.”

Marsilia had always seen this growing up. When his father discussed state affairs, his mother would thoughtfully express her own opinion. His mother, not being directly involved, always looked at the situation from a different angle and didn’t hesitate to offer advice to his father.

Even though her suggestions weren’t always perfect, or sometimes even useless, his father always happily listened to her. He believed it opened up his mind and helped find solutions.

Marsilia admired that aspect of his father and was envious of the relationship they had. He had always dreamed of having such moments while waiting for his partner.

Besides, Jaha had been quite helpful during the subjugation of the monsters. Though he was young and naive, he wasn’t stupid. He could clearly express his opinions and had a strong sense of his own beliefs.

Listening to someone with such qualities would be a pleasure. Even if it came from a desire to not let go of him, if the result was good, then that was what mattered.

“You’ll think this through with me, right?”

“Well, I’ll try… but I doubt I’ll be of much help.” Marsilia smiled brightly and brushed his lips over the back of his hand.

“You’re helpful just by being by my side.”

Jaha glanced at Serez’s reaction with a sulky face. As Marsilia followed his gaze to Serez, the Emperor’s aide quickly turned his gaze away, pretending to ignore them. He glanced briefly at Marsilia, holding Jaha’s hand, and mischievously lifted the corner of his mouth.

Marsilia glared at the fox-like aide and indulged his own desires, kissing the back of Jaha’s hand, not realizing Jaha’s embarrassed look.