TPOP 90

Chapter 90

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When the news reached the palace, Felix was holding the woman.

The knights who rushed into the Crown Prince's inner chambers were startled by the sound they heard. The door connecting the living room to the bedroom stood half-open.

The disordered living room revealed the situation exactly as it was—there hadn't even been time to close the door completely. Clothes were scattered haphazardly across the carpet and sofa, tripping their feet.

The bedroom was filled with the sticky sounds of passion.

Amidst the sharp clapping of flesh against flesh, the woman's moans and the man's low, throaty groans mingled heatedly. The bedspread glimpsed through the door crack was crumpled in disarray.

"What the hell."

Felix, sensing the intrusion, spat out roughly. Burying his face in the woman's palm, he cast his gaze toward the doorway. His eyes, consumed by lust, emitted a mesmerizing glow.

The blind maid's body, nearly buried beneath him, was barely visible. She seemed utterly drained, lacking even the strength to notice the sudden presence. Her thin ankle, draped over the man's broad shoulder, swayed precariously.

"Your Highness, news from the palace—"

"Get out."

Thud. Felix pushed the chamber maid away with his foot and commanded. Normally, she would have turned and left immediately, but the knights, including Arnold, hesitated to obey the order rashly. The urgency of the situation was palpable, but the moonlight-illuminated profile of their lord unexpectedly captured their gaze.

Above his clenched jaw, well-shaped lips formed a distinct curve. Hot sweat dripped from his flushed temples. Muscles, a display of masculinity, were entirely drenched in sweat.

With a heightened groan, he pressed his lips to the woman buried beneath the quilt. Then, as if compelled to kiss every inch of her body—from her jawline and neck, down her shoulders to her wrists and palms—his lips moved with impatience.

It was rare to see the Crown Prince so utterly absorbed in something as he was in this moment. He poured the passion he had once reserved for burning his soul onto the canvas onto the blind maid.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to leave?"

A fierce command shattered the tense air. Felix, realizing the intruders still lingered, glared at them. Arnold snapped to attention and shouted.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has passed away!"

Felix, who had been accelerating his thrusts, faltered for the first time. Diana, half-lost in the pleasure that had raged for hours, shuddered and trembled.

The Emperor... had passed away.

It was an outcome everyone had whispered about and suspected, but the timing was sudden. Arnold hurriedly added.

"The physician rushed to confirm His Majesty's condition. Your Highness must return to the palace immediately!"

"Understood. Wait outside."

Felix thrust his partially withdrawn member back inside. Diana's pelvis jerked upward sharply. No matter how long it remained inside her, the member, crushing her entire inner wall to make its way, felt overwhelmingly burdensome.

"Ugh, hmph! "

The Emperor was dead. Diana clutched the bedclothes within reach, struggling to clear her mind.

Once the physician declared the Emperor dead, the man holding Diana now would become Emperor.

"Your... Highness, ah!"

The thick glans scraped against the deep curve inside her womb. For both of them, an orgasm they couldn't even count as their umpteenth approached.

But time was of the essence. Urged on by the knights, he should have been up and gone by now. Words spilled out of Diana's mouth in broken fragments.

"Master, you must go now..."

"It doesn't matter. Focus, Diana."

"Ah! But your Father, he's... gone, ugh..."

Felix bared his teeth, feeling her insides contract violently. Father? What difference did that make?

"This is far more important now, ugh... relax."

Diana's lips trembled, somewhat shocked by his cold tone. His birth parents had passed away, yet not a trace of sorrow came through in the man’s voice.

He regarded even his parents’ deaths as insignificant. How much less would he care for a stranger with no shared blood… Diana shuddered violently as if determined to dig deeper into the peak sensation.

Felix bit down on her ankle, which hung over his shoulder. The small, rounded arch of her foot was adorable. He wrapped her thighs around his waist and bent her upper body forward. He grabbed her breasts, sucked alternately on both nipples, stole her lips, and thrust roughly. In this moment of union, nothing mattered more than Diana, not even his throne.

The burning desire to see this moment through to its end dominated his mind. An animalistic instinct drove him—if he didn't reach the peak of this ecstasy now, he knew he wouldn't get another chance anytime soon. Felix, intoxicated by Diana's rich scent, reached his climax quickly.

The moment his mind exploded in white, his rigid member began a fierce ejaculation. Almost simultaneously, Diana too reached her peak. She let out a silent scream before slumping limply.

Felix pressed his lips against every trembling part of her convulsing body.

"Huh..."

As he withdrew, his cock slipped out of the tight opening, coated in milky semen. Love juice and semen gushed out from her gaping hole. The sheets were already soaked through from his multiple ejaculations.

He had been taking the medicine himself since last week. He had also been careful not to hit Diana's womb when thrusting deep inside her, so there should be no risk of injury to her insides or another unwanted pregnancy.

Felix kissed Diana's cheek as she lay half-fainting, then wrapped her in the sheets and lifted her up.

"Summon the head maid of the palace."

The knights waiting anxiously outside hurried to find a servant. They too had just realized that to take the Crown Prince away, it was fastest to first handle whatever he ordered.

Felix entered the bathroom carrying Diana. The bathtub was empty.

There wasn't enough time to bathe her himself. He laid Diana on the plush couch in the bathroom, brushed the honey-blonde hair from her face, and kissed her round forehead again.

"I'll be back soon."

Diana seemed to have fallen asleep. Her closed eyelids didn't flicker. Yet, a strange certainty arose that she was listening.

"It won't take long."

A lie. With the emperor dead, he wouldn't have time to visit the secondary palace for at least five days. The imperial funeral rites involved complex procedures and drew many eyes.

Felix tied the sash of his hastily thrown-on trousers and draped a gown over his bare upper body. Soon after, Emile entered the inner chamber.

"Did you summon me, Your Highness? First, put on your ceremonial robes and proceed to the main palace..."

"Enough. Bathe Diana."

Emile stared at him in surprise. He seemed to have no intention of putting on anything else. His current attire was so shabby it was hard to believe this was the outfit of a son escorting his father on his final journey. He had not the slightest inclination to show any more respect.

"Change her clothes, prepare the bedchamber, and lay her down. Let her sleep soundly until noon."

"...Yes, Your Highness."

"Arnold. You guard the secondary palace. Not a single soul is to come near Diana. Double the number of knights on guard duty."

"Your Highness, even now..."

"No, it would be better to gather them all at the secondary palace."

The guards Felix commanded directly were all handpicked by his exacting standards. Among them were no subordinates of Duke Christen, nor any external spies. He intended to leave all these men—who were practically his own limbs—at the secondary palace during this critical period.

"Your Highness, splitting the personnel in half will inevitably endanger your safety..."

Arnold cautiously voiced his objection, but Felix paid him no heed. Grabbing the sword beside the bed, he strode straight out of the room.

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The main palace was in turmoil. Attendants and knights jostled each other, rushing frantically through the corridors.

The chief steward of the main palace, who had rushed out to greet the Crown Prince, reported the situation.

"The attendant washing His Majesty's hands and feet was the first to notice something amiss and reported it to the chief steward. By the time we discovered it, it was already..."

Several figures could be seen rushing up to the emperor's bedchamber, laden with medical tools, presumably the royal physician administering final treatment.

Chaotic. Felix disliked this commotion. To be precise, he detested it. The palace interior, meticulously arranged by his own hand, was being trampled into disarray by careless footsteps.

Felix crossed the corridor at a pace neither fast nor slow. The palace's commotion ceased instantly at his appearance. Like a giant puppet show, everyone in the corridor simultaneously bowed deeply toward the Crown Prince.