Your Majesty is Annoying!

br>But, like Romeo in ‘Romeo and Juliet,’ he had had a different love until he met Juliet.

If Lyle’s heart changed when he found out that Seira was a woman… … then what should she do?

‘Nope.
Lyle’s mind won’t change.
You left Seira in the capital, convinced he wouldn’t change.’

Lyle is the male lead.
So his heart can’t change.

But the heroine was Seira, and Medea was a dead Empress who only passed by Lyle for a moment.
Was this the right place for her?

“Your Majesty, are you jealous?”

Lyle blushed at her question.
He bit his lip in anger and looked at Medea indignantly.

“Yes.”

Lyle, who admitted to being jealous, was lovely.
She liked to receive his affection.
Medea stared at him with genuine joy.

“Even though we have our child in my womb?”

Grimacing, Lyle’s wrinkled expression softened at the word ‘we.’

“Yes.”

“That your Majesty is green-eyed because of me… … .
I am so happy.”

As Medea spoke with a grin, Lyle, who sat next to her, impatiently held her in his arms.
Medea gladly opened her mouth to his rush to overlap their lips.
His tongue, coveting her mouth, was hotter and more impetuous than usual.
She was exhilarated.

“Millie… … .”

After a long kiss, Lyle sighed her nickname in satisfaction.
Medea smiled happily, still in his arms.

“Sir Hestia is handsome, but not as handsome as your Majesty.
When I see your Majesty’s face every day, how can I see Baron Hestia’s face?”

She smiled and pecked him lightly on the lips, gazing into his face.

“I don’t need a little brother, I need a man… … .
I am not satisfied with Sir Hestia.”

The only person that can please me and make me happy is your Majesty.

She was sweet.
Even though he knew she wasn’t trying to seduce him, Lyle wanted to prove he was the only one who could satisfy and please Medea.
He wanted to love her right away.

“… … Can you take responsibility for that?”

What do you mean by responsibility?

“How?”

She looked up at him with a puzzled look.
Lyle’s cheeks grew red as he confessed,

“I want to, Medea.”

“W-we can do it as usual.”

“Not that.
Millie… .
I can’t take it anymore.”

In an instant, the blood drained from her face.
Was he talking about anal sex? They would have to wait more than ten days to get to do it right… … .

“Y-your Majesty… … .”

“I’ll make you feel good.
Please, Millie… … .
I feel like I’m going crazy because I can’t hold you.”

Medea was about to shout, ‘You’ve done enough on a regular basis!’ Lyle also masturbated and got off to Medea’s body several times, but it must have been different from inserting it.

What is this? Seeing him staring at her with ravenous eyes shook her heart.
No one was to blame but Lyle.

‘Don’t fall for it! Don’t fall for it! This is the beginning of suffering!’

Medea, recalling the size of his penis, tried to refuse….
But hadn’t he endured for several weeks?

“Not really… … It won’t hurt much.”

Still, it seemed that he could not say with a clear conscience that it would never hurt.

Lyle’s hands had not yet taken off Medea’s dress, asking for permission.
She turned her red face towards him as he looked at her with a desperate expression.

“Uh… … .
I-instead.”

“Yes.”

“Later… … Even if you know that I have done something big—will you forgive me once?”

Did that mean that she had already done something wrong?

He was immediately suspicious, but his lust for Medea did not subside to that extent.
Doubts could be cleared up later but now he was going insane with the desire to feel Medea deeply.

“Yes.”

When Lyle agreed with a solemn look, Medea blushed to her hairline.

“Well then… … You can’t be too harsh.”

“I understand, my Empress.”