Love System: Changing Destinies 46 First Love: Mo Xue 44

The ger choke on his tea, making his puppy-like husband and brother-in-law worried. The husband slowly pats the ger's back, while the ger is trying hard to catch his breath.

All this while the soul-changed Consort was frantically screaming in his mind, consulting with his system on what he should do.

"Host, even though the best possible scenario is to prevent the Crown Prince and Fourth Prince from meeting with Jia Ru, it is highly impossible to do so. Remember, she is this world's leading lady and both of these man are her fated encounter."

The ger compose himself, looking a bit dazed for a moment before responding to his husband's call.

"I'm okay, Xue Er. Nothing to worry." The ger reply, comforting his worried husband before turning back to his equally worried brother-in-law. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I'm fine."

"Don't be sorry, Consort Jae Hee. Are you sure you're okay?"

The ger give out a weak smile, unconsciously clutching his husband's arm tightly while conversing with his system. The latter took note on this, thinking that his dear bride is suffering from fatigue, thus stands up to leave.

"Apologies Royal Brother, Xue Er will have to bring my consort home."

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"They are not coming to the banquet? How rude. Well then, surely there will be no hard feeling when this land is being taken away from them."

At the guest house, long after the morning expedition to the plains, the imposter slash the world's leading lady is getting ready for the welcoming banquet.

Dressed in the most expensive garment from the west, a heavily layered gown in pale yellow, with white tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs and under-coating, the seductive imposter look as royal as she can be. It turns out, dresses do make a princess out of a pauper.

"They say the queen is suffering from a long term sickness, but I do believe that this is just one lame excuse. This kingdom really look down on you, Mistress."
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A lazy smile curve up on the said woman as she let her maids dressed her up. One of the maid is standing behind her, giving up a few final touches to her hair, done in a half-up do, with ringlets of hairs carefully arranged beside her long neck.

The imposter freely discuss her intention with her confidante, without any fear about any leaks on their plans as all her maids are slaves that she had bought from the west. None of them speaks nor understand the east's languages. Plus, as a former slaves, being able to eat, dress and live well while attending a woman that have been know to them as mildly tempered, is enough to make them content with their live.

The imposter and her confidante continues to plan their next step as they wait for the banquet to start.

Back in the Fourth Prince's manor, a certain ger is having a hard time preparing for the banquet.

"Xue Er, let go~ I need to change. The banquet will begin soon!"

The Consort is now struggling to escape from the arms of his prince, as the latter ignores his pleas. Caging his beloved on his lap, all the Prince does is smothered kisses and love bites on his beloved pale neck. The ger's outer wear were all thrown to the side leaving his inner wear half open, exposing his upper body.

Sitting sideways, the ger tries to get away by pushing his on husband's chest or unlocking his muscled arms that's taut around his waist. Alas, none of his effort are working, leaving him at the mercy of his beloved and at the end of sanity.

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"This h.o.r.n.y Prince! Zero Three, help me!"

How did this happen, you might ask?

After we got back, he insists that I have a nap to rest my body. Not that I have any complain with that since I need to make a new plan with Zero Three.

Since the emperor and the empress will not be able to attend the banquet, the Crown Prince will have to act as the host. Thus, increasing the chance of this world pre-destined fate to make its way back on track.

Who would have know, after he tricked me to eat, before getting ready for the banquet, on the pretext that the banquet wouldn't begin early, he would be the one to devour me?

"How can I help you, host? I only exists within your conscious."

I've already planning to intercept those pre-destined fate by attending the banquet and closing in on that fake princess. But now...

" Xue Er,... ahn.... stop it. We'll be... late. Ahn..."

This h.o.r.n.y prince!

Right now, his mouth is busy marking my already love-bites-marked chest, while his right hand is already withdrawing my pants drawstring and slither in, brushing slowly, teasing my length.

I can feel my body's temperature rising as he tugs on my sleeping length, awakening it. I can hear how my pleas got stuck in my throat, with only lewd moans taking it place.

"Ahhhhnn... Xue... don't... Ahhhhnn."

"Don't? My dear doesn't want me to touch here? How about here then?"

When did his hand get there?!

"Ahhhhnn!"

Three?! Three in one go?!

I know yours is THAT big, but are you trying to tear my a.s.s apart?!

Unwilling to succ.u.mb to the pleasure he's brings me, I swallowed my moans and instinctively bite on his shoulder. Who would've know that this h.o.r.n.y Prince would dare to laugh at that? Well it sounded s.e.xy, mind you.

"My dear is so feisty today. Looks like, this prince will have to punish you for disobedience."

What disobedience?!

Within seconds I find myself being lifted in the air, before sensing a thick, hard meat, plunge my sacred hole.

"Ahhhhnn... No... deep..."

My tears are threatening to fall, while my whole body slump on top of this h.o.r.n.y beast. He raise himself from the chair, turning and walking towards what I a.s.sume to be our bed. Each steps he take seems to push his whole length deeper. All I can do is suffer silently.

s.h.i.t! Scratch that.

Slowly but surely, I'm getting drown with pleasure.

"Zero.... ah... keep watch on the... ah... banquet. I... I don't think... I can go."

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Before the banquet begins, the Crown Prince that was waiting for his brother and his bride in the royal carriage a block from venue, received a message from an unnamed black laden man. Upon receiving it, all he could do was shaking his head while smiling absurdly.

Tapping his knuckles on the door, his attendant rush to his window, waiting the order.

"Let's head to the banquet now. We're no longer waiting for the Fourth Prince."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Oh, after we arrive, leave the carriage ready. I want to leave within the hour. Make something up."