NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 125: swollen belly

The Emperor, sensing the Guard's unusual mood, asked, "What's the matter?" The two shared a close bond, and the Emperor could tell something was amiss.

The Head of the Royal Guard sighed, "It's nothing serious, Your Majesty. My wife is pregnant, and she wanted me to stay with her. She even hoped to meet Your Highness or Her Highness, but I convinced her otherwise. She's a bit upset at the moment."

The Emperor, surprised, replied, "Oh, I completely forgot about that. You should have told me. If you wish, you can stay back with your wife."

The Royal Guard head shook his head firmly. "How can that be, Your Majesty? The baby isn't due for over a year. It's my duty to accompany and protect you."

The Emperor nodded, understanding the Royal Guard head's dedication. "Very well. But remember, your family's well-being is equally important. If anything arises, let me know, and we'll make the necessary arrangements."

The Guard bowed, grateful for the Emperor's understanding. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I'll make sure to keep in touch with my family and ensure their safety."

As they prepared to depart, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The journey to the Ice Palace was fraught with danger, but it also held the promise of a breakthrough in cultivation. The Emperor and his entourage were ready to his Journey to the Ice Palace.

The caravan, a majestic procession of carriages and Royal elite guards, slowly made its way out of the imperial city. The Emperor, seated in his ornate carriage, couldn't shake a feeling of unease. The journey to the Ice Palace was perilous, and the political climate was tense. Yet, he was determined to succeed.

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As the Emperor's entourage departed from the Royal Palace, a subtle smile played on the Prime Minister's lips. He stood beside the Empress, the two of them remaining in the palace with a select group of ministers and concubines. The only notable absence was the favoured concubine who had accompanied the Emperor on his journey to warm his bed in absence of Empress.

The Prime Minister turned to the Empress. "Your Highness, I wish to speak with you later this afternoon." He offered a knowing smile.

The Empress returned the smile, her eyes sparkling with a hidden intent. "You are welcome anytime, Prime Minister Gu." With that, she left, a strange sensation stirring between her legs.

The Prime Minister exited the Royal Palace and headed straight for the grand mansion within its grounds. The guards, recognizing him, bowed respectfully and cleared a path. Without any hindrance, he entered the mansion and made his way to a specific room. Inside, a woman sat before a Big mirror, a maid attending to her hair.

As he entered the room, the maid bowed respectfully. The woman, her gaze curious, turned to him. "Leave," the Prime Minister instructed the maid, "and don't let anyone in."

The maid nodded and exited, closing the door behind her. The woman, her hand resting on her swollen belly, asked, "Is he gone?"

The Prime Minister nodded. "Yes, and I heard you're upset about his departure for a few months." His gaze lingered on her growing belly.

She laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, that's just an act. I pretend to be upset so he thinks I love him. But in reality, I've been eagerly awaiting this moment, the chance to serve you once again." Her gaze lingered on his dragon inside the pants, a clear invitation.

The Prime Minister, unfazed, asked, "Are you taking care of the child within you? Are you following the instructions I gave you?" His tone was stern, his expression serious.

The woman pouted, feigning hurt. "It seems you care more about the child than me," she complained, rising from her chair. "Yes, I'm following your orders. I wouldn't dare disappoint you."

Hearing this Prime minister smiled and approached her and gave kiss on her lips, responding to his kiss, she opened her mouth and welcomed his warm kiss, though the kiss didn't last then thirty seconds.

A hint of disappointment flashed across the woman's face. The Prime Minister, sensing her mood, said, "This is your reward for obeying my command." The woman placed her hands on his crotch, her eyes pleading. "I want more than just a kiss today," she whispered.

The Prime Minister didn't deny her request. "Alright," he smiled, "Lie down, but carefully." He instructed her to lie on her back on the bed.

She followed his command, positioning her legs in a welcoming manner. The Prime Minister smiled, loosening his pants and freeing his dragon.

He spit on his fingers, rubbing the wet fingers on his dragon head and goes inside her in one go, she moaned, "AAHAAAA" as he enters her.

He stars pounding her while his gaze was looking at her swollen belly, his thoughts are unknown as the woman enjoys under him.

The woman, renowned as the Red-Headed Goddess, was the beloved wife of the Royal Guard Head.

In their younger days, they had shared a deep and passionate love. However, the years had passed without the blessing of a child. The woman, despite her initial reluctance, had eventually fallen deeply in love with the Guard Head.

Now, as she lay beneath him, a complex mix of emotions surged within her. There was the thrill of forbidden desire, the comfort of familiarity, and a tinge of bittersweet longing for a love that was both pure and tainted.

The Prime Minister, with his influence and resources, had corrupted her, ensuring the Guard Head's wife became pregnant with his child.

This strategic move had not only given him a powerful tool but had also shifted the woman's affections. Her love, once solely directed towards her husband, had gradually shifted towards the Prime Minister, a complex mix of fear, admiration, and a twisted sense of love.

Despite being used as a mere toy beneath his dragon, she willingly surrendered herself to his desires, her heart and soul intertwined with his dark ambitions.