System: [So why? Why did he kiss you???]
System nearly crashed: [Seriously, Teacher, This System is absolutely in shock and disbelief!! Did you know that as a protagonist in a smutty novel, even his kisses have the effect of turning pain into pleasure??? The book says he is vaguely aware of this, which is why, throughout the entire story, he never took the initiative to kiss anyone, including the main love interest!! Even during the early Temple blessing rituals, he would only kiss healthy followers with no pain…!]
System: [Alright, I know this setup is pretty outrageous, but without those numerous battle-damage intimate scenes, the book wouldn’t have become such a hit… Teacher, are you listening???]
Nero, lifting his damp sacred robe, walked down the long, deserted corridor.
His ears were bombarded by the System’s incessant chatter, forcing him to lean his burning, soft body against the wall. He rasped, [System, go into sleep mode.]
System: [Gah!]
He supported himself against the wall, his pace slowing until he almost pushed open the grand door of the sanctuary with his shoulder. There he appeared before the anxious knights.
“Your Highness, are you alright?”
The White Wolf Knight was extremely worried. Just imagining the agony the young prince’s legs must be enduring made him feel as if his heart was being torn apart.
The knight swiftly wrapped the young Emperor in his cloak from head to toe and then lifted him up, hurrying towards the Temple’s cleansing chamber.
In his haste, it wasn’t until he placed Nero on a wooden chair in the cleansing chamber that the White Wolf Knight noticed something was amiss.
“Your Highness?”
He called softly, and it took a moment for Nero to focus on the knight’s face.
Unlike any previous time he had emerged from the sanctuary, the young face under the cloak was now tinged with the hue of a magnificent sunset, with rose coloring his cheeks and the corners of his eyes.
The Emperor’s usually cold, vigilant red eyes were now unfocused, filled with a layer of bewildered moisture, staring blankly at the kneeling White Wolf Knight.
The knight frowned slightly.
As he reached under the cloak to touch the implant site, he asked gently, “Did something happen in the sanctuary, Your Majesty?”
Nero thought for a while but eventually shook his head.
He parted his flushed lips slightly, warm breath escaping with his hoarse voice: “Alexei, I feel strange…”
The White Wolf Knight was stunned. “Strange?”
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“Your Majesty, I’ll remove the neural exoskeleton first and then measure your temperature.”
Afraid that Nero might bite the thermometer, the knight sought the young Emperor’s consent before pressing the release button.
“Ugh…!”
The youth’s face, flushed rose-red, tilted back sharply. The sound he made was not a cry of pain but more like a heated gasp.
The knight had already tightened his grip around Nero’s waist, prepared to restrain his spasming body from the pain.
The scene he imagined didn’t occur.
The body encircled by the knight’s arms, usually tense with pain, was now soft and pliant from the heat, almost melting into the floor.
Caught off guard by Nero’s backward slump, the knight failed to support the old wooden chair, and they both tumbled to the ground.
He quickly shielded Nero’s head and waist with his arms, crashing his elbows heavily onto the floor. The wide cloak that had enveloped Nero spread out completely on the ground.
Through the thin, soaked sacred robe, the young Emperor’s body contours were almost fully visible.
The White Wolf Knight didn’t need to look closely to see the real problem.
Realizing what had happened, he quickly retreated to the wall, his knees hitting the floor as he knelt, unable to raise his head. “Your, Your Majesty, I’m deeply sorry…!”
“…Sorry?”
The youth’s voice sounded lightly, tinged with subtle confusion.
A pale pink toe retracted under the snow-white sacred robe, appearing in the knight’s trembling peripheral vision.
“What are you sorry for?”
The metal fingertips of the knight’s left hand, resting on his knee, clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
Yes, he thought frantically, during their chaotic life on the run, they had never taught Nero this – no time, no opportunity, no right.
In his and all the Wolf Knights’ subconscious, Nero had always been the royal-blooded prince of the Kaises Family, and any education for the heir should be conducted by the Empire’s wisest tutors.
As knights sworn to protect the Kaises Family, their primary duty was to fight on the front lines for their young master, seeing any unauthorized teaching as an overstep.
Especially after Nero’s capture at ten years old, the Wolf Knights had become almost neurotically protective of him.
Whenever they had to take young Nero through Star Pirates’ territory, passing through indecent red-light districts, the knights would cover Nero’s eyes, have him tightly cover his ears, and then rush him through as quickly as possible.
The cautious knocking on the wooden door of the cleansing chamber broke the silent tension inside.
“Your Majesty, the procession is about to begin…”
The temple priest called softly from outside the door.
“The bishops wish to know if Your Majesty feels unwell and needs to postpone or cancel the procession.”
Nero’s hazy eyes cleared slightly.
He swallowed, suppressing the dark hoarseness in his voice, coldly responding to the door, “Tell your master, the procession will proceed as planned.”
“As you command, Your Majesty.”
After dismissing the temple priest, Nero tilted his head to stare at the shape under his sacred robe, his expression one of tackling a troublesome agenda.
In just a few seconds, as if making a decision, his eyes hardened, and he reached down.
The White Wolf Knight, familiar with every one of his expressions, knew what was coming.
In the moment Nero grasped himself, the knight lunged forward, grabbing his wrist tightly.
Nero frowned, “Alexei?”
“No… No, Your Highness.”
The knight’s back was tense with nerves, his tone as gentle as possible, “Whatever you’re thinking of doing… I’m sure it’s not right. Please let go, Your Majesty…”
Nero obediently let go.
His eyes and nose were still flushed, his breath hot and rapid.
But when he looked up at his knight, those red eyes held only trust and complete vulnerability.
—God. If you can hear me, punish me now.
The White Wolf Knight removed his cold gauntlets and arm armor, his calloused hand lifting the sacred white robe.
The silver-haired youth arched his back like a cat touched at a sensitive spot—
Instinctively trying to retreat, but his weakened legs left him only able to press his knees together.
The knight swiftly reached out a hand, gripping one soft foot and pulling it aside.
“Your Majesty…”
The oblivious temple priest knocked again.
No one knew that just beyond the door, in the scented cleansing chamber, the highest ruler of the Empire was shivering silently, collapsing onto the exquisite rose-patterned floor tiles.
Pure white hair spread wildly, like the only white rose blooming amidst the tiles.
—…Punish me now. Bind my sinful soul to the cross and burn it, cut off my blasphemous hands at the wrists, let the roadside dogs come and devour them…
The wolf-head helmet perfectly concealed all of the White Wolf Knight’s expressions.
After a brief stillness, he wiped his hands on his cloak and gently cleaned Nero with the sacred robe.
The young Emperor sat in his arms, dazed, seemingly still in a stupor.
The knight quickly undressed Nero’s wet robe, changed him into splendid ceremonial attire, donned gem-encrusted boots, and draped the heavy royal robe over him.
—God. If you do not punish me…
“Your Majesty,” he said softly, “I have prepared your horse for the procession.”
—I will mistake my every blasphemous thought for divine permission.
…
Oh
My
God!!! I’m still in a stupor that what happened just happened!! I didnt realize what was up until the end, I thought Nero was just in a state of relaxation.. 🤯
Me tooooooo aaaaahhhhhhhh
Wait, what happened???
alexei helped nero intimately ‘relieve’ himself (:3」∠)
Yeah, I read again and boom!
Uau, uau, uau, caramba Santo filho
I read this chapter more 3 times!!!!
omgg that last line goes hardddd – now i need to know what else this author has written !!!
So every pain Nero receive now will turn into pleasure? 😋