RGS Vol 7 Part 22

Side Story 2.2

“Ugh—Mr. Melmond, why are you suddenly doing this?”

When Abel, who had been dragged into the room, asked in confusion, the three of them simultaneously made identical exasperated expressions.

Could there be a more pathetic question in the world?

Tap.

Melmond placed his hand on Abel’s shoulder and asked in return.

“Are you really asking because you don’t know? Do you not understand what His Majesty wants? You’ve experienced something like this before! Remember when His Majesty secretly came to the library to… do that with you!”

‘Do that.’

Flinch.

Though it was a very abbreviated term, Abel’s eyes widened as if he had realized the truth.

“Ah! I, I see! Just like when His Majesty came to find me back then…”

Trailing off, he looked up at Melmond and asked worriedly.

“Then, His Majesty still has distorted memories due to the side effects of the black potion!”

Of course not, you idiot!

He’s just making excuses to sleep with you.

Melmond was too dumbfounded that he couldn’t even respond immediately.

“No, His Majesty is just…”

“That’s right, Young Master! Unfortunately, His Majesty is still suffering from the side effects of the black potion.”

“Indeed, our poor Majesty, our pitiable emperor. To think he’s still under the influence of the King’s Heart’s evil. Sob.”

What?

Melmond was taken aback, looking at the butler and Nani. The two of them were already holding Abel’s hands, sharing their sorrow over Karas’ condition. Melmond felt a familiar sense of isolation.

“Look, the truth is, His Majesty is just simply trying to sleep with Abel.”

“Sir Melmond! No matter who you are, I’ll be angry if you say such things. Do you really think His Majesty would have such a vulgar thought?”

It was the truth. However, Melmond, having spoken the truth, now faced disdainful glares from the butler and Nani, as if they were looking at a very dirty-minded person. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat.

“Ahem, forget it then. Anyway, Abel, you understand the situation now, right? His Majesty is going to eat yo… Ahem, try to remind you of the past by recreating it.”

With Melmond’s remark, Abel gulped hard, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.

“I-I see. So, what should I prepare?”

“Just prepare yourself mentally. We’ll handle everything else.”

Everything else?

Before Abel could ask, the butler pulled out something he had prepared in advance solely for this day.

“This is the finest quality oil. Not only does it smell wonderful, but it can also make anything in the world incredibly slippery.”

When the butler offered the oil, Abel blinked and looked back and forth between the oil and the three of them.

Why are they giving this to me?

Seeing his innocent expression, Melmond, too embarrassed to explain, coughed and looked away, while Nani blushed deeply. However, they had the butler.

“You’ll need the oil because His Majesty’s large, angry d1ck will need some help entering your back hole, Lord Abel.”

Once again, the butler didn’t disappoint everyone this time as well. But now, the looks directed at him were mixed with admiration and pity. For a virgin, his theoretical knowledge was flawless. However, the butler’s immediate concern was to help Abel understand first. He needed to calm Abel, who was left frozen and his mouth agape by the butler’s straightforward explanation.

“Do you understand? When His Majesty comes to you this time, he will insert his angry d1ck ahem… His Majesty’s member… ahem, inside you, ahem.”

Even Melmond had to clear his throat three times just to say that much. Nani, who was just listening from the side, seeing Abel’s face turn red, blushed even more and turned away.

“D-Does that means… I have to… have intercourse with the prince?”

Abel asked in a barely audible voice. Melmond started clearing his throat again, and Nani turned completely around. Only the virgin butler nodded in confirmation.

“Yes, intercourse. It’s a same-sex intercourse, but there’s no need to worry. Although it might hurt when His Majesty’s angry d1ck enters for the first time, soon it will bring you pleasure. When His Majesty’s d1ck touches a certain spot inside your back hole, you will scream in joy and ecstasy.”

The butler’s explanation had a peculiar effect. It somehow doubled the embarrassment of those who are listening. Abel, with his mouth completely open, wasn’t the only one. Melmond and Nani also felt as if they had been stripped naked.

“Ahem. So, Abel, you just need to prepare yourself… ahem. We’ll take care of the rest… ahem.”

Melmond concluded with several throat clearings. Abel, his face red, lowered his head and didn’t respond. They thought he was too embarrassed to speak, but after a long pause, his small voice revealed something else entirely.

“B-But… I don’t think I can do it.”

Can’t do it?

Could it be that he still sees the other person as a young prince?

Melmond quickly intervened.

“The prince is no longer a child. He’s now an adult who feels desire just like anyone else. You shouldn’t see it as something strange. You need to understand that His Majesty likes you physically as well, Abel.”

“…….”

“Do you understand what I mean?”

Shake, shake.

Abel shook his head while keeping it lowered. Melmond, thinking he might need to be more forceful, spoke more sternly.

“Even if you feel uncomfortable or don’t like it, you don’t have a choice. Right now, you’re the only one who can control His Majesty, and he wants to hold you. In that case, as a Regas, you have to follow His Majesty’s wishes. Even if the idea of calming him with your body doesn’t sit well with you….”

“That’s not it.”

Abel shook his head again, still keeping his face down, mumbling quietly.

“That’s not why I can’t do it.”

If that’s not it, then what?

Everyone looked at him with puzzled eyes, but Abel didn’t raise his head until the end. Still, they could all see it. His face, ears, and even his neck, visible due to his bowed head, were bright red.

“It’s just that my heart is racing too much.”

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

After finishing his second lecture with Karas, Ashler was practically dragged away by a group of people as if he had been kidnapped.

Bang!

The door closed, and Clara stood in front of it with her arms crossed. At the same time, Kin and Roster pushed Ashler down into a chair, each holding one of his shoulders. The atmosphere was more tense than when they interrogated the remnants of the King’s Heart. Roster spoke first.

“Ashler. If you don’t tell us everything you know, you won’t be able to leave this place alive.”

Next to him, Kin drew his sword, appearing serious. Instead of being frightened, Ashler only frowned.

“Roster, what are you doing? Sir Kin, put your sword down. Clara, you… just stay there.”

Ignored, Clara glared, but no one paid him any attention.

“What am I doing? Ashler, do you think we don’t know you were signaling with Sir Melmond and the others during the dinner? And after that, His Majesty called you in alone!”

Kin slammed the floor with his sword’s edge in agreement with Roster’s outburst. Even Clara, who was left out, took a step closer, crossing his arms higher with a huff. However, despite the actions of the three people, Ashler remained indifferent, as if wondering why they were making a big deal out of nothing. He had anticipated their reactions.

He was well aware of the piercing stares that struck the back of his head whenever he entered the room with the emperor. That was why he held his head high. Savoring the feeling of victory, he leisurely explained.

“What happened at the dinner was just a bit of acting on my part to clear up His Majesty’s misunderstanding when Lord Abel arrived at the palace.”

He then went on to describe the events in detail. Of course, he emphasized how he had painstakingly practiced his acting and how, thanks to his efforts, Karas accepted Abel without any reservations. Of course, those listening couldn’t hide their suspicions.

“You deceived His Majesty?”

“His Majesty wouldn’t be fooled.”

“Sir Ashler must be mistaken.”

The cold reactions of the three people made Ashler uncomfortable. He crossed his legs defiantly and looked up at three of them.

“If you don’t believe me, then let’s just end this conversation here.”

Twitch.

Kin tried to raise his sword, but Roster and Clara pressed down on his arms from both sides.

It isn’t the time yet.

They stopped him with a look, and Roster forced a smile.

“Well, let’s leave that aside. So, you managed to fool His Majesty just like that?”

“Yes, but…”

Ashler tilted his head, and in a suddenly serious tone that was completely different from before, he spoke of the incident when Karas had attacked Abel. Kin and Clara were especially shocked, holding their breath. However, Ashler didn’t notice their reactions as he continued to voice his suspicions.

“At the time, we thought it was a side effects of the black potion, that perhaps it heightened his sexual desire and created false memories. But now, we believe he’s completely free of the black potion, which is strange.”

He tilted his head again. While Ashler couldn’t find an answer, Roster, who had been listening seriously, immediately offered one.

“What’s so strange about it? His Majesty just wants to sleep with Lord Abel. All men are the same…”

“They’re not the same at all!”

“Shut up, Roster!”

Clara and Kin, both fervent fans of Karas, pointed their swords at Roster, the more ordinary fan.

“His Majesty is not the kind of person who would use such a vulgar method just to sleep with someone.”

“Yes, Clara is right. Have you forgotten how pure His Majesty is?”

Ashler added to the two people’s words.

“His Majesty is in a position where he doesn’t need to resort to such methods. He’s the Emperor, after all. If he wants Lord Abel, he can have him just like that. There’s no way he’d resort to such vulgar methods, right?”

Yet, as the Emperor, he was using those vulgar methods.

Roster, the most rational person in the room, was not recognized here. Thus, his perspective began to shift immediately.

“Is that so? Well, as the Emperor, he wouldn’t need to go through such trouble to get what he wants. So, is this all because of the black potion? Tsk, damn Truyde.”

Following Roster’s words, the room was filled with curses and insults directed at the now exterminated Truyde family. Only after they had vented their frustrations did Roster finally remember and ask.

“So, what’s this about informing His Majesty? You went in alone with him. I heard something about the ultimate experience earlier. What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s nothing special. What I shared was just…”

Ashler glanced up at the three of them and answered casually. However, to the three people listening, it was anything but trivial.

“The ultimate method of caressing.”

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The three simultaneously drew their swords, their eyes glinting with genuine killing intent. The room was filled with the anger of being left out of such an important role, but Ashler remained unfazed. He had already expected this jealousy and continued talking to himself, ignoring them.

“But no matter how much I teach His Majesty, if the other person gets scared and refuses, it will be difficult.”

At the mention of “the other person,” Kin and Clara paused and lowered their swords.

“What do you mean by that?”

Kin asked, and Ashler shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“It’s exactly as I said. No matter how skilled His Majesty becomes, if Lord Abel gets scared and tries to avoid it, it could lead to a bad outcome.”

Kin and Clara’s faces instantly hardened. The only bad outcome that came to mind was Abel being forcibly taken by an enraged Karas and ending up in a wreck.

“So, are you saying Lord Abel needs something as well?”

Clara bravely pointed out the crucial aspect, and Ashler nodded.

“Just as His Majesty is being educated, Lord Abel also needs preparation as well. Sir Melmond was supposed to handle that part, but it turns out Sir Melmond and Nani are surprisingly shy about such matters. The butler is the most suitable, but…”

Ashler trailed off, seeming uneasy, and Clara concluded for him.

“He’s a virgin.”

He revealed the butler’s well-known secret that had spread throughout the country, and Kin nodded in agreement.

“A virgin’s teaching won’t suffice.”

They couldn’t rely on the butler. While the three people shared their thoughts, Roster, who was still holding his sword, interrupted.

“The issue here isn’t Lord Abel. It’s the audacity of Ashler monopolizing the Emperor’s sexual education alone.”

“No, Abel’s matter is crucial.”

“Lord Abel’s matter is more important.”

Once again, Kin and Clara blocked him. Roster felt an intense loneliness that day. As he trembled with betrayal, Ashler nodded as if he had come to a conclusion.

“It seems one of us should step in to support Lord Abel’s prepa…”

“I’ll go!”

“I’ll do it!”

As expected, Kin and Clara simultaneously raised their hands and stepped forward. Then, they glared at each other with annoyance, and Ashler stoically intervened.

“I plan to go.”

Clang! Clang!

Kin and Clara drew their swords for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. Just as they were about to rush in, an exasperated Roster shouted from the side, unable to hold back.

“Hah, why not settle this with a vote?!”

Thus began the never-ending vote of the century. Each one of them stubbornly wrote their own name, burning the night away in selfish determination.