Chapter 69.1

“Huh, what are you talking about?”

The King of the Frialist Kingdom, Arnold Diaz Friarist, looked askance at the man standing in front of him. They were in a room used by the former Princess Consort Jane in the Inner Palace. There was not even a knight on guard in the room. It was just the two of them—the man and him.

“Yes, I would like to withdraw from the bed affairs today. I really shouldn’t have come here either, but I’m too weak-minded…”

The man who looked down in pain as he said this was the Duke of this country, Rudolf Arginia. He was Arnold’s close aide and friend from his school days. Well, although they were friends, a lot of things happened which led to their relationship to the bed.

“Well, I guess you’re sick of embracing a 40-year-old dad.”

“No way! That’s impossible! How I would love nothing more than to have you in my arms.” Rudolf interposed before Arnold could finish speaking.

It was rare for Rudolf, a man who always held his lord and master in high regard, to interrupt Arnold to express his own opinion. That’s how much he loved Arnold. Rudolf stated that he had been in love with Arnold since his school days. It was a one-sided love for over 20 years.

Arnold wondered what was so attractive about himself.

“How many times will it be today?”

“The seventh time.”

“It’s taking a long time because you hardly comply.”

“I apologize.” Rudolf looked downcast as if to escape Arnold’s gaze.

Arnold had promised Fania, Rudolf’s son, that he would spend at least 17 nights in bed with Rudolf. The man in front of him, however, was too intimidated to accept Arnold’s invitation. Arnold found it difficult as he only would act the passive part in bed, so he needed the other to do everything.

Arnold took a glimpse… at his appearance.

For some reason, the eunuchs got very upbeat when he told them he was going to call Rudolf to his bed-chamber. Way too upbeat. He had no idea where they had procured these from— the nightdresses were tailored to men’s bodies. With each passing time, they were upgrading, and the nightgown that Arnold was wearing at the moment was nothing short of a spectacle.

The top and bottom part were separated, and they were all frilly and scantily clad. He wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath it, so it was completely visible. If it was this see-through, there would be no need to wear such a flouncy thing, he believed. In addition, Arnold could not understand why he, as a man, would need a top. I’m not a woman and I don’t have full breasts, but my navel is showing while my nipples are hidden. Is there a need for this? Arnold was left to wonder.

“Hey, what do you think of this outfit?” He deliberately put his breasts between his hands to accentuate them, and sat on the bed, with his legs folded to show them.

“Urm, that’s…”

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

“Yes… I mean, it’s very attractive, very sexy.” Red-faced, Rudolf looked away.

When he glanced at Rudolf’s lower body, that part of him was already showing signs of life. How could he think I’m sexy to be dressed like this? Arnold was strangely impressed by the fact that Rudolf really was smitten byhim.

“Well. Now, I ask you, why do you no longer wish to be with me after this day? Have you grown tired of being with me? I shall not blame you. Tell me what you really feel.”

“It is not that I do not like to serve you. It is just that… I have decided to take a wife.”

“Oh, a wife. So, who introduced you?”

“Rowlight introduced me to a daughter of his acquaintance…”

“Rowlight, huh?”

Rowlight—the Prime Minister of the country. He was a classmate of Rudolf and Arnold at the academy. Since then, he and Rudolf had been Arnold’s close aides. It seemed that Rowlight and Rudolf were still close friends, and when Rudolf was abusing his own son Fania, he complained to him every time.

Arnold had a recollection. Rowlight had once asked him, “Why don’t you take Rudolf into the Inner Palace?”

Frialist was a country where same sex marriage was legal. A male would never become a side consort, but he could be placed in the Inner Palace as a lover. Rowlight, who knew that he and Rudolf were sleeping together (it would have been impossible to hide it), apparently also knew that Rudolf had been in love with Arnold since their school days.

But Arnold laughed it off. People might not know it, but it was a relationship that had been defined from the start. Nothing more than that. After hearing Arnold’s reply, Rowlight must have been inclined to let Rudolf take a wife. The Duke of Arginia had no heir at present. The only way was for Rudolf to have a new child or adopt one.

“Who’s your partner?”

“I’m told it’s Lady Cathy, second daughter of the Marquess of Schona.”

“Oh, I see.” Arnold nodded his head convincingly.

Lady Cathy, daughter of the Marquess of Schona, lost her fiancé in a carriage accident three months before their wedding. At that time, she was 19 years old. She had no fault to speak of, but it was impossible for her to find another fiancé so soon after the death of her fiancé, so she waited until the mourning period was over and she passed the age of twenty years old.

In this country, women, especially noblewomen, marry early. If you’re looking for a partner after the age of 20, there aren’t many to choose from. At best, there are only widowed widowers with children, or those with problems who, for whatever reason, could not find a wife.

The Duke of Arginia, on the other hand, was the highest-ranking duke in the nobility; even though this would be his second marriage and was more than twenty years older than the lady, he would receive her as his full wife. After all, the child she bore would be the heir to the dukedom. What could be better than that? The Marquesses of Schona would have welcomed him with open arms.

Rowlight must have introduced her to Rudolf when he found out that Cathy and her late fiancé only had a political engagement and that Cathy had remained chaste.

“Hmm. And now you’re getting married so you won’t be sleeping with me?”

“…Yes. I’m getting married, and I’m not fit for Your Majesty.”

“I see. So this is the last time?”

“No, I shall not be so impudent as to touch you again. I will take my leave for today.”

Rudolf bitterly bowed his head. Today, from the very beginning, he never tried to look at Arnold in the face.

“Oh, come on, what are you going to do with my outfit? And this time the eunuchs have washed my asshole too.”

Arnold’s words made Rudolf gulp. Arnold smiled quietly. He knew how much Rudolf wanted him. He knew just how much he was holding back.

“Well, how about this for the last time? I’ll have to explain myself to Fania as well.”

“Last time…?”

“Yes, last time. We’ll make this the final one. Since this is the last, you’d better make sure you don’t have any regrets.” Arnold said and lay down on his back on the bed to become a tuna.

*creaks* The bed on which Arnold lay shook with Rudolf’s weight.