Love System: Changing Destinies 38 First Love: Mo Xue 36

"What?"

I was so tired after attending to my dear husband that after the third round on bed I ultimately collapsed. But before I fully fall asleep, this system of mine finally decided to spill the tea. I push myself back into the s.p.a.ce, leaving my body sleeping on the Prince's chest.

"You have commanded me not to disturb you when you are having intercourse, host."

"But still..."

Yeah, I did request for it. I mean... I don't want to be distracted and dampen the mood. Pleasure time is sacred, okay. I would be so turned off if some annoying, monotone voice rang inside your head while you're getting it on.

Or in my case, get eaten up.

I proceed to lie down on the floor while listening to what have happen. Why did he press the pressure point, making me more sensitive when he himself is holding back? What if...

"Zero Three, what are the other purposes of pressing that acu-point?"

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While the soul-changed Consort is interrogating his system and finally figuring out the truth, our dear Prince was still awake, feeling uneasy.

He still remember the feeling of having his length get engulf in the warm cavity of his bride. While the latter didn't manage to get the whole length inside his mouth, his soft palm are making up on it. Each lap, each lick, bringing him to another level of heaven. It didn't take long before he grab his bride's head, thrusting deep, almost choking the latter in the process.

Those image keep lingering in front of his eyes, closed or not, especially the one where he pull out, accidentally spraying his seed on his bride's delicate face. Watching his peach blossom eyes widen in shock, he crouch down, cleaning up the before pulling him up, tearing apart the thin sleeping wear, thrusting harsh in one quick trust.

He still hold himself back, but he was that close to succ.u.mb to his own desire. Hazy with l.u.s.t and deaf with his bride's wanton moan, he bring them both to his bed, eating his fill for a few good round before finally stop, when he sees his bride has fall unconscious.

These two love birds manage to get a miniscule amount of sleep, having different thoughts running around their mind all night long. The Prince is somehow feeling a bit guilty, attacking his bride acu-point to know the truth, but in the end, he didn't even get to know anything. While the ger, spinning his gear, thinking what should he do, after knowing his cousin being a total snitch on him.

The next morning, the Prince wake up on his usual time and leave his bride that was still deep asleep, leaving for the palace. A few hours later, when the soul-changed Consort finally wakes up, he summoned his maid to send a message to his husband, asking him to accompany him to the tea house.

Yes, he made an abrupt decision to include his husband's. Since the latter have already know, might just as well let him think it was intended.

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"The Prince seems shock when he received your message, host."

I keep a small smile, letting my maids to dress me up. I look up to see my reflection on the mirror. It seems like they are dressing me up lavishly this time, more than usual. I'm wearing a dark red outer robe with pale pink lining and silver st.i.tches around the edges. To be honest, I'm quite used by now to these type of feminine coloured robes. Thank goodness that they didn't have me wear one with flowers embroidered on it.

"What's with the robe, Xiao Er? I'm just going out to have some tea. Isn't this robe a bit... excessive?"

"Consort, this is the first time you are going out with the Prince. Of course we need to dress you well."

I watch another maid answers my question while Xiao Er tries to keep her smile at bay. I realize that the other maids are also trying to suppress their giggles. What's wrong with them? This is not the first time I'm going out.

This dark red is not my colour, nor the original Jae Hee's favourite. Both of us favours a more plain looking colours, like pastels, grey or white. In my past life, I only wear red as a part of my uniform and for Jae Hee, he only wore it once...

during his marriage.

I feel gloomy out of the sudden. Jae Hee's is married, but I'm not. Did I just commit adultery with the Prince? And... does this baby will be born illegitimately?

"Host, stop worrying. You are now Jae Hee. What ever it is, Jae Hee is you and you are Jae Hee."

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The ger was so close to hyperventilating over his thought. Thankfully, his system manage to calm him down. He keep his silence over the whole course, pondering over the logic of him being one with Jun Jae Hee.

He dazely let himself be move to the carriage, barely walking. He tries to interrogate more but his system reminded him of what he's off to. Right now they are on their way to the tea house and the Prince will be meeting him there.

"My dear."

Awaken from his stupor, he lift his eyes to his handsome husband that had lifted the carriage silk door. The ger let out a sweet smile, finally realizing they have reached their destination. Gazing at his husband's equally red robe, he later realized the intention of his maids.

The ger exits the carriage, with his husband's help and they both enter the tea house. His maid was left outside, waiting by the carriage. Other patrons laid their eyes on these two lover birds, the men's fall on the delicate ger while the ladies, drooling over the handsome prince. No matter what hidden thoughts that they have in their minds, they all agreed to one thing, those two are match made in heaven.

"Is Delegate Jun in here? We are his guest."

The soft tune floats in the air, coming from the delicate ger. The manager of the establishment dazed out for a moment before reverting back to his professional structure. Politely bowing and answering yes, he personally escort the couple to the third floor.

The third floor was known as a VIP floor, with only two rooms, one on each end of the establishment. The manager brings them to the left room, where the door was adorn with beautiful painting of the exotic hibiscus and a clear intricate sign above it stating, The Hibiscus Room.

The delegate is already waiting on the table, leisurely drink his tea while another tall man can be seen standing at the widow, dwelling in his thoughts unknown. The other didn't seems to notice the couple, until he heard a melodious call from a certain person.

"Big Brother, I'm here."