RGS Volume 6 Part 9

“As expected of Your Majesty. To know all the dozens of positions and erogenous zones that can double the pleasure even without being taught.”

Karas’ eyes shook in shock.

There are dozens of them?

And as Ashler’s next words that followed, even his eyebrows twitched.

“Not only that, but Your Majesty also knows the ‘ultimate’ method of caressing that completely melts your partner, achieving the highest satisfaction which is truly impressive.”

Ultimate? Highest satisfaction!

Those two words dominated Karas’ mind. Ashler took this opportunity to probe further.

“Of course, to achieve that, you also need to enjoy your partner’s reactions. Isn’t it true, Your Majesty, that you feel good when your partner experiences pleasure?”

“Hmm.”

The reply came as fast as lightning. Throughout the night, the scene that replayed most in Karas’ mind was the sound of Abel’s moans and gasps as he climax3d. Ashler keenly observed his reaction and added.

“So, the joy of having your partner begging you to ‘put it in’ first is beyond words. The pride you feel looking down at them as they gasp for breath and beg for more. Haa, it cannot be expressed in words. Isn’t that right, Your Majesty?”

“…Mm.”

The response was slower this time, however, his eyes now showed a mix of urgency and seriousness. His lips moved as if he wanted to ask something, but soon, perhaps out of pride, he kept silent.

Ashler took a step back as if he had nothing more to say, but Karas remained still standing there, his lips tightly shut. Then Ashler asked again.

“Your Majesty, is there something you wish to say?”

“That.”

“Yes? What does Your Majesty mean by ‘that’?”

“…Ultimate.”

“Ultimate? Ah, you mean the ultimate method of caressing. Haha, it makes me so proud that Your Majesty knows it all without having been taught.”

“…”

“If you wish, I could share my experiences, but since Your Majesty already knows everything, there’s no need, right?”

“…Of course.”

Now there was a hint of irritation in Karas’ voice Clearly displeased with the situation, he abruptly turned around and walked into the forest. However, even as he watched him go, Ashler remained calm. Exactly a few minutes later, Karas returned, trying to appear disinterested, and spoke.

“I’ll listen to you a little.”

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The emperor went mad and killed soldiers in the middle of the night.

The rumor quickly spread and reached the priest’s ears, but he was able to get other news.

“He asked, ‘Can you see me?’ The soldier who answered ‘no’ survived.”

This was information obtained by bribing a servant of the Prince’s Palace.

Why did he ask such a question?

Even if he really went mad, it was strange that Karas, who had disappeared, hadn’t killed anyone else in other places. That’s why the priest was curious about something that no one cared about.

Where did he go in the middle of the night?

Feeling like there was something going on, the priest was on his way to spy on the Prince’s Palace. However, another group caught his attention. He saw the palace guards, moving in formation, heading somewhere on the King’s Heart’s orders.

Perhaps, it might be a chance given by the heavens to see them in this vast palace. The priest turned around to follow them. Fortunately, there was one familiar face following them with hurried steps, so he could ask about their destination.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

The record keeper, who hadn’t seen the priest in a while, frowned slightly as he approached. If it had been in the past, he would have bowed deeply, but not anymore. Ever since rumors spread that the priest had fallen out of favor with the King’s Heart, he had lost his influence. However, since he hadn’t fallen completely, the record keeper responded with a hint of annoyance.

“We received information about an act of treason and are going to investigate.”

“Where?”

“In the library.”

Library?

“Hey, isn’t that where Melmond is? What kind of treason has he committed?”

He tried to ask for more details, but a voice suddenly interrupted him from behind.

“Why are you lurking around here like a rat?”

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Melmond was confident he could persuade Abel. Besides, didn’t they have the eloquent butler and Nani on their side? So, the outcome was predictable.

“This is a natural progression. Sharing a physical connection after forming a mental connection is nothing to feel guilty about. It’s as inevitable as winter passing and spring coming. Don’t you agree, butler?”

When Melmond asked, the butler, with his arms crossed, nodded.

“Indeed. Young master, this is not a problem you need to worry about. If you have become physically intimate with His Majesty, you should be happy. Isn’t this an opportunity to become more intimate with His Majesty and to understand him as a real Regas? Given that you have reincarnated into the body of the most beautiful person in the world, receiving the love of the most powerful person is also an unavoidable destiny.”

Though unnecessary words were added at the end, after listening to the same repeated words from the three people for hours, Abel began to get confused.

Is it really a natural thing?

To be physically involved with the prince?

Abel’s mouth hung half-open, and his eyes wavered.

“B-But my master always said. That a real Regas must never use their appearance or body to seduce His Majesty. We must always be there to support him mentally and guide him on the right path. Never should we use sexual stimulation like the King’s Heart.”

D*mn, such an old-fashion man.

Melmond twitched his eyebrows at the thought of Wiedel.

What’s the point of teaching such strict principles?

Well, considering Abel’s appearance in the past, he could make such a declaration since he didn’t have to deal with sexual stimulation. But because of that, Abel developed such prejudices, so he couldn’t help but resent Wiedel.

“That’s certainly true.”

Melmond nodded but soon his voice became serious.

“But right now, His Majesty’s sexual desires are unintentionally heightened because of the black potion. The King’s Heart will recognize this. Then, wouldn’t they likely push their own Regas into His Majesty’s bed? Do you want His Majesty to be physically manipulated by them like the previous kings were? Hmm?”

“N-No, that’s not it…”

Abel stammered, clearly distressed, and Melmond pressed harder.

“If that’s not what you want, then you have to accept this. If you are a real Regas, you must willingly offer your body to protect His Majesty who’s in danger!”

Gulp.

Abel swallowed hard and closed his mouth. The satisfaction was evident in the eyes of the three watching him. He was almost convinced. Once his guilt was gone, teaching him about s3x wouldn’t be difficult. Especially with the butler, who could talk about embarrassing things without blushing, it was incredibly reassuring. And as if taking turns, the butler stepped forward on his own.

“Now, young master. From now on, I will teach you how to ensure your delicate butth0le doesn’t suffer any…”

Just as he was about to mention the most important point, Nani suddenly reached out and stopped him, drawing out his sword with his other hand. His expression had turned uncharacteristically serious.

“What’s wrong?”

A bewildered Melmond asked, but Nani raised a finger to his lips and moved towards the hall where the main entrance was located. He then looked back towards the left window with serious eyes. From there, a small, tapping sound was coming. It was as if someone were throwing stones at the closed window. Though it could have been dismissed as insignificant, Nani’s expression instantly hardened.

“Run away.”

The remaining three looked confused, wondering what was happening, but Nani’s urgent words came first.

“Lord Abel, hurry and escape through the back door. People who are not on our side are coming.”

As if to confirm his words were true, the sound of dozens of footsteps mixed with the sound of clashing weapons could be heard outside. Melmond was the first to jump up into action, grabbing Abel’s arm, and started running towards the back door. As soon as he reached for the door handle of the back door, there was a loud bang as the front door was violently thrown open. His heart sank, but he forced himself to believe there was still time and tightened his grip.

However, the door Melmond tried to push, opened before he could. The first thing to seep through the gap was the clinking of the soldier’s weapons, but Melmond’s eyes did not focus on the soldiers blocking his way. Behind them, a figure leisurely walked through the soldiers and smiled at Melmond.

“Where are you trying to run off to, Melmond?”

At Truyde’s question, Melmond’s face turned pale, but he instinctively shifted his foot to the side. He was hoping that Abel, who stood right behind him, would not catch his eyes.

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Ashler’s lecture, disguised as sharing personal experiences, went on for quite some time. The sole student was so focused and attentive that he couldn’t help but become increasingly enthusiastic without realizing it.

“In summary, the important thing is that both your hands and mouth must always move together. Even while kissing, your hands should always be touching the sensitive areas I’ve mentioned.”

On the floor was a figure drawn for educational purposes, with sensitive areas marked by numbers.  Ashler pointed to several of them with a wooden stick.

“Numbers 1, 3, and 4 are good areas to kiss and stimulate with your hands. However, beginners often make the mistake of trying to touch these sensitive areas right from the start.”

As Ashler tapped several places with the wooden stick, Karas’ eyes quickly followed the end of the stick.

“Numbers 5, 6, and 7 should only be touched at about the third stage. Foreplay is like blacksmithing. You need to start slowly and carefully, igniting the fire with small sparks so that when it reaches the climax, it burns longer. Surely you don’t want it to flare up and end quickly, do you?”

Nod, nod.

The immediate response that came right away pleased Ashler, and he added as if it were a habit.

“Of course, Your Majesty probably already knows this.”

“Mm.”

Karas also responded habitually. He had long since forgotten about going into the forest. Instead, he had been sitting with Ashler on the floor for hours, engrossed in their conversation. However, they were still only at the initial stages of foreplay, and even staying up all night wouldn’t be enough time. Thus, Ashler repeated a warning he had given several times before.

“However, if you try to skip through the stages and rush without properly mastering all of the steps, you’ll just end up exhausting your partner’s energy without actually getting to the main event. It’s important to know and learn everything to the end.”

Emphasizing “to the end” to prevent Karas from rushing off with incomplete knowledge he had acquired hastily, Ashler saw Karas’ eyes light up intensely. Sensing his firm determination to learn everything no matter what, Ashler felt invigorated and raised the wooden stick again.

Then, displaying an unexpected talent for art he himself didn’t know about, Ashler quickly sketched several positions for foreplay on the floor. The drawings that seemed to come to life under his hand looked so realistic that even the most renowned artists of the time would have been envious and wept.

“Positioning yourself between your partner’s legs with their legs raised and spread out is the most basic of basics. Here’s an application for this position. The area behind the knees. In this position, it’s easy to lift your partner’s legs and touch the back of their knees. If you lick deeply with your tongue inside a few times while caressing their thighs and legs with your hands, its effects will double. If it’s your partner’s first time, they may hide their face with their arms or cover their mouth out of embarrassment, but this can also be a good opportunity to make them feel more relaxed and aroused which is a nice start.”

His voice was more serious than it had been during the war when he was planning his attacks. And just as he was about to finish the second drawing, hurried footsteps echoed, and one of the few of his subordinates he had brought into the palace approached Ashler with a grave expression.

“S-Sir, there’s an emergency.”

Ashler, having instructed not to be disturbed except for dire situations, frowned as he stood up and approached the subordinate.

“What’s the matter?”

“There was a report from one of the men stationed around the library. Just a while ago, Duke Truyde barged in with soldiers, claiming to be searching for a traitor.”

“Truyde himself? On what grounds for treason?”

His voice rose with agitation, but he had no time to pay attention to it. Before his subordinate could respond, he hurriedly added a question.

“What about Lord Abel?!”

“He tried to escape through the back door first, but the duke had already split his soldiers and sent the others to the back, so he was caught along with the others.”

His subordinate, who was speaking with difficulty, suddenly flinched, and the color drained from his face. Ashler realized that his eyes were directed behind him and quickly turned his head in surprise.

“Your Majesty.”

He called out to Karas urgently, however, Karas had already started to walk past them with quick steps.