Wet dreams?

Following the loud slap, Rose stared at the emperor whose face tilted a bit to the side and remained like that for a moment.

''A-Are you in your senses, your majesty?'' She asked with an angry glare, still panting out breath because of what just happened between them. Did this bastard emperor think she would allow him easily on herself?

Wasn't he the one who had denied having his way on the empress on their wedding night?

''Ah…'' Rose subtly flinched when the emperor suddenly moved with a low exclamation. Golden eyes returned back to her sight and she sensed some familiarity within the emperor's gaze. His eyes were somewhat different from a moment ago, as if he was back.

Which was weird, no matter how she thought about it.

''Your majesty?'' Rose called, staring at him in vigilance. Her breathing had somewhat returned to normal. However, the bastard emperor had not let go of her chest. He was still squeezing the lump quite hard.