Chapter 202: Chapter-202

Heena met his gaze with a sharp, warning frown.

“You guys really have so much time? Instead of focusing on work, your minds are running somewhere else…”

Hearing that, they stiffened and continued their reports, their voices tight with repressed suspicion .

After twenty minutes, Heena looked down at Larus. His eyes had become completely hazy, his movements sluggish and desperate. An evil idea suddenly formed in her mind.

Thud.

The office fell into sudden silence as she knocked a heavy pen off the desk. It rolled right toward the corner. Larus froze under the table, his breath hitching. Heena’s smile grew as she looked at Raphael.

“Oh my, sorry about that… can you pick up the pen for me, Raphael?”

Underneath, Larus’s face turned even paler. He shook his head frantically and pulled at Heena’s leg, his fingers digging into her skin in a silent plea.

As Raphael stood up and moved toward the corner of the table to pick it up—putting him seconds away from seeing the naked Prince—Heena stopped him with a sharp wave of her hand.

“Let it be. I can pick it up myself.”

She leaned down just a little as she grabbed the pen, giving the shivering, tearful Larus a smug smirk. Tears literally filled his eyes, overflowing and dropping onto her skin.

Straightening back up, her face was a mask of cold authority again

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“If you guys are done, then get lost”.

The consorts were stunned by her volatile behavior, their pride stinging from the dismissal. They didn’t dare retaliate and walked out.

The moment the door clicked shut, Heena swept every single document from the table onto the floor and hauled Larus up, slamming him onto the wood.

“So, how was it?” she sneered, her eyes dark with heat.

“Y-you… you are so bad… h-ah… nngh,” Larus sobbed, his chest heaving as he looked at her with wet, accusing eyes.

“Oh, really?”

She touched his cock, causing him to shudder violently, and then moved back to his nipples. She grabbed the string connecting the pinchers and gave him a playful, predatory smile.

“The guards are still outside. Same for the maids and butlers. And the consorts have just left… and believe it, their hearing is quite strong. So… it depends on you if we get caught or not.”

Larus covered his mouth, looking at her with a mix of terror and adoration. Heena felt the heat rising in her body. She yanked the string. The nipple pinchers came off together with a wet snap.

“AAAAHHH—NNGH! H-ahhh!”

Larus’s scream of agony was followed by a deep, broken groan that vibrated through the desk.

“Honey, control your voice,” Heena whispered, “or the whole palace will know by tonight that the Emperor and Empress were playing in the office.”

She took out the remote and put it on the highest level. Larus began to tremble and shudder as if he were being electrocuted . His entire body seized, and soon, he reached a shattering climax. The pressure was so great that the rod was forced out of his cock as he came everywhere.

He literally fainted on the spot, his body going limp.

Heena smiled, looking at his collapsed body. His nipples were dark red, his chest was covered in her palm marks, and his whole body was flushed with the wheat-colored glow of his skin.

She tucked her hair behind her ear as she lowered her head to his chest. She licked his nipples and sucked on them, making him moan and groan even in his sleep. Her other hand roamed over his chest as she leaned her body down, rubbing herself against him until she reached her own climax, her eyes filled with a feverish reaction. She leaned in and gave him a deep, possessive kiss.

Before today, she had never felt so possessive towards someone .

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’Drip, drip.’

Larus opened his eyes softly. He saw silence all around. Darkness.

But he remembered the last time he was conscious, it had been daytime.

He turned his head, and his eyes landed on the window. No—it was covered with thick blackout curtains, the kind that blocked every bit of light.

Seeing this, he grabbed his head and slowly sat up.

He looked around. He was still in the same room—the office chambers—but now there was no one around. The room was blacked out with just some gentle light filtering in, carefully arranged so the brightness wouldn’t be irritating.

A smile flashed across his face at the thoughtfulness.

But as the smile was still forming, suddenly pain jolted from a certain part of his body.

He looked down, and then the memories came flooding back.

He covered his face. ’Damn.’

Just thinking about it made his face turn red—redder and redder.

But as he was sitting there, flustered and embarrassed, he suddenly paused. His eyes focused on a presence in the room.

“Come in,” he said quietly.

Instead of entering through a door or balcony, a figure in black literally dropped down from the ceiling like a shadow.

He was wearing a navy blue robe so dark it looked almost black. He removed his mask and immediately went to his knees.

“I greet Your Highness,” the shadow guard said formally.

Larus looked at him. “Report.”

The guard spoke clearly: “After yesterday evening, after Your Highness fell asleep, Her Majesty the Empress personally carried you, bathed you herself, and brought you to this room. She also covered the windows and ordered the servants not to disturb you. She left water on the table, then went out. It’s already been a whole day and night. This is the second day, Your Highness.”

Larus nodded, processing this. Then he asked, “Where is Her Majesty now?”

The guard paused, then said, “Your Highness, Her Majesty is currently at the stables. She ordered that no one should disturb her. Right now she’s with her personal knight and her horse. She’s been riding.”

A smile flashed across Larus’s face as he burst into laughter.

“Horse riding? Pfft.” He grinned wider. “It’s more like playing a game. If I’m not wrong, that woman—Lady Seraphina—is also working in that stable, right?”

The guard nodded. “Yes, Your Highness.”

Larus smiled as he looked toward the window and said, “Looks like my wife is going to cause a change in the weather.”

He turned to the guard. “Let’s bring her some water.”

The guard looked at Larus as he bowed, and he had to say—he couldn’t believe this was the same man who’d killed enemies without blinking an eye. This warm, gentle, slightly mischievous person seemed like a completely different individual.

Larus stood up, felt a slight sting in ’that certain place’, but ignored it as he hummed a tune and headed toward the bathroom to prepare.

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Meanwhile, at the stables:

’Gallop, gallop, gallop.’

Heena was on her horse—a jet-black stallion that she absolutely loved.

It wasn’t Celeste’s original horse, nor anyone else’s. Heena had acquired this horse for herself the moment she’d seen it.

Normally, no one would use such a horse—a completely black animal without any spot of other color was considered a bad omen in this world. Most emperors, nobles, and heroes used white horses.

But Heena? Damn, she had to say this horse was ’gorgeous’.

As she rode, the horse ran so fast that you could literally feel the scenery passing by your face in a blur. It was much faster than normal horses.

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