I like them. I like apples. Do you know how expensive apples are in South Korea? Besides, the apples here are really honey apples.
I shouldn’t have even looked at apples in the first place, but the problem was having the complacent thought that it would be fine as long as it wasn’t Rosana. Without realizing it, I had been walking a similar path to Rosenthal.
“…I apologize.”
“I detest lies.”
With every word, the aura of a death flag rushed in. It can’t be, right? Even so, I’m the second son of Duke Chendewden. He’ll need the ducal family’s power until he becomes Emperor, so he wouldn’t kill me over just an apple, would he?
“I was wrong. It’s not that I intended to lie, but the apples are so precious that I felt burdened…”
“I don’t want to hear excuses.”
…It seems like the same atmosphere as when Rosenthal was brutally killed in the original work.
“Please spare me!”
I considered the method of getting angry instead, saying I got traumatized because he made me work in the orchard, but in the ominous atmosphere, I immediately knelt down. Then Eldon crossed his arms and looked down at me.
“Do you want to live?”
“Yes. Yes. I want to live!”
I didn’t want to die over just fruit. That would be too miserable.
“Then eat it all.”
“Pardon?”
“These are all made with Rosana apples. If you eat every single one without leaving anything, I’ll spare your life.”
I looked with bewildered eyes at the fragrant food filling the table to the point the legs might break.
“Your Highness, I humbly submit that if I eat all that, won’t I die?”
It was an amount even a food fighter couldn’t eat. Rather than having my stomach tear from eating that, being cut in one stroke would be less painful.
“Eat. After you eat your fill, you won’t have dreams about me starving you.”
“What? What do you mean by that…?”
“I’ll prepare digestive potions, so don’t worry and eat.”
Why? Why on earth do you need to make me eat that much? I couldn’t understand that bastard’s psychology at all. I was trembling in fear despite the absurdity, when Eldon personally lifted me up, seated me, and handed me a large fork.
Looking at the red apple shining like a jewel, I felt like Snow White holding the poisoned apple given by the witch. Though there are differences—Snow White’s tasting was voluntary and she had a prince to save her, but my prince is directly shoving the poisoned apple at me.
“What are you doing instead of eating?”
I’m going to eat in one meal all the Rosana that the original Rosenthal ate over a month after the wedding. To think the original’s conditions would be met in this way.
Eldon kept urging me, but it absolutely wouldn’t go in my mouth. If I eat this too, it feels like I’ll inevitably walk the path of the original work… I hesitated, then put the fork down with a clack.
“Your Highness, I lied for Your Highness’s sake!”
“For my sake?”
“Think about it. This is an apple exclusively for royalty, permitted only to the legitimate consort. It’s a precious apple that only His Majesty the Emperor’s direct blood relatives, Her Majesty the Empress, Your Highness the Crown Prince, and the Crown Princess can eat.”
“So?”
“I ate that precious apple. But then Your Highness meets your destined mate whom you truly wish to welcome as your companion. At that time, it will be too late even if you cry out, ‘I should have given this precious apple only to my darling, but I failed to stop that omega from gobbling it up—what a blunder!'”
I grumbled with a self-abandoning heart. Anyway, even if I say such things, Eldon won’t be persuaded. He’ll make me eat the Rosana by all means. But if I repeat this, at the very least he won’t forget. The fact that I didn’t eat it by force, but that he force-fed it to me.
“So that’s why you refused?”
Eldon’s expression, which had been cold all along, softened a bit. Is he listening to me? I didn’t expect it at all, but what’s this lucky chance?
“Yes! I did so out of loyalty toward Your Highness. What if you give permission for Rosana to someone like me and then regret it later?”
Eldon gently raised the corners of his mouth and approached me.
“Your heart is as vast as the sea.”
His gray eyes gazed at me clearly. His warm hand brushed past my hair, conveying gentle warmth.
No. No. No. Don’t fall for it. I clutched my heart that was about to waver again and lowered my head. He’s the person who will kill me. He’s someone whose mate is already decided. I must absolutely not waver.
“I only think of the Keltan Empire’s prosperity and Your Highness’s happiness.”
“Then I’d like you to start being careful.”
“Pardon?”
“How long are you planning to spout garbage with those pretty lips?”
“What did I do wro—mmph!”
I was about to ask what wrong I committed, when something the size of a golf ball was shoved into my mouth. It was an apple-shaped ornament that the attendants had decorated.
“Right, this is an apple permitted only to my companion. Such hateful lips aren’t qualified to eat it.”
He seemed very angry, but if it ended with just shoving in the ornament, that was fortunate. I don’t know why Eldon is suddenly acting like this, but I nodded unconditionally. I don’t know what it is, but you’re right. I’m not qualified. Please keep the Imperial exclusive apples stocked in the warehouse. Share them lovingly with Seha.
“So I should give it to your pretty lower mouth instead.”
What?
Eldon’s voice was clearly stuck in my ears but I couldn’t interpret it. I blinked in confusion, when Eldon pushed me onto the three-seater sofa next to the table.
“Mmph?”
My face hit the sofa armrest, and the hard apple ornament went even deeper into my mouth. I wanted to immediately spit out the slippery sculpture painted red, but overwhelmed by the menacing atmosphere, I just froze and couldn’t move my body. Then Eldon’s hand roughly stripped off my pants.
“Your Highness!”
I couldn’t endure any longer. I spat out the apple piece and urgently turned my body. I grabbed his hand, and Eldon’s eyes emitted a chilling light.
“Who gave you permission to spit it out?”
“I apologize.”
Overwhelmed by Eldon’s charisma, I obediently put the piece back in my mouth. Eldon released fierce pheromones and instantly undid my pants buckle. I watched with devastated eyes as my pants were removed and my still-blotchy skin was revealed. Eldon easily removed even my underwear, then bent my legs that were stiff with tension. Then he spread them wide apart and looked at me.
“Hold on.”
“Huh?”
When I looked up at Eldon in confusion, he took my hands and placed them between my knees. I trembled while holding the inside of my knees, precisely my thighs.
Sitting on the sofa with my legs spread wide, I felt ashamed and embarrassed even amid the fear. When I sneakily brought my legs together, a chilling voice stabbed.
“If you don’t hold on properly, I’ll tie you up.”
I froze just like that. Though he wasn’t a pervert who enjoyed SM like Arleigh, he was human enough to tie up limbs if necessary. I put strength into the hands holding my legs, when he grabbed and tore my shirt. He didn’t unbutton it but literally tore it off. The jeweled buttons came off the shirt and fell in a patter onto the marble floor.
Eldon picked up the golden apple jam on the table and poured it directly onto my body. The sweet and sticky apple jam slowly flowed down along my chest. Eldon rubbed my nipples covered in jam. Because of the jam, the flesh of the nub stuck stickily to his fingers.
“Hngh…”
“Just touching your chest makes your lower mouth twitch, begging to be filled. Isn’t it obedient, unlike your hateful upper mouth?”
Eldon inserted his jam-covered finger into my anus.
“Hk!”
Though his index finger only entered about half a joint, my body contracted with tension. Then Eldon’s lips curved in an arc.
“As expected, this mouth receives well.”
Only then did I realize what Eldon’s words meant. ‘Lower mouth’ meant that? Though I’ve seen the expression several times in erotic novels, this was the first time hearing it in reality so I couldn’t make the connection.
I used my tongue to push out the slippery apple piece. The red piece that fell from my mouth dropped onto my chest.
Eldon looked down at me with chilling eyes.
“I told you not to take it out.”
Each syllable spat out sent chills, but this wasn’t a situation where I could nicely follow his orders. I mean, right now he’s saying he’ll kill me by putting that food in there! That perverted psycho!!!
“I’ll eat it with my mouth!”
“Aren’t I feeding you right now?”
Before I knew it, the golden jam had flowed down to my lower parts. Eldon scraped up the sticky jam with his hand, then raised the corners of his mouth and pushed it inside the entrance.
“Ugh, Y-Your Highness!”
“You’re eating well bit by bit without making hateful sounds.”
When the sticky liquid was pushed inside my inner walls, a strange feeling arose. I couldn’t bring myself to release the hands holding my legs and twisted my buttocks.
“I was wrong. I’ll just eat with my mouth. Please forgive me!”
“I don’t want to.”
Really hateful. Who’s saying hateful things to whom?
“If you forgive me, I’ll eat it all. I’ll eat every single bit without leaving anything!”
I’ll eat so much there won’t even be any for Seha to eat. Even if you want to propose with Rosana later, you’ll regret it while just sucking your fingers because I ate it all! You’ll wait for the Rosana harvest until September while regretting that you should have listened to Rosenthal’s words then, but it’ll be too late!
My competitive spirit arose and I ground my teeth, but Eldon’s eyes remained cold.
He lightly ignored my words and thickly spread the scraped-up jam on my lower parts. He pressed my thighs, lifting my buttocks, spreading jam beyond them to my waist, then rubbed my perineum and grasped my penis.
With one hand he pulled deeply from the base, while with the other hand he rubbed the glans and applied pressure. With each friction, the sticky jam stuck to my skin and my vision flickered with pleasure on a different dimension from when I masturbated alone.
