The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

The figure in his embrace shifted, and he felt an arm wrap around him in return, a sleepy but affectionate gesture that made him smile. He lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of the person's head, the warmth and intimacy of the gesture making him feel at ease. Almost immediately, he felt small, tender kisses against his chest, and he chuckled at the sensation.

"Good morning, my love," he murmured softly, his eyes still closed, his fingers gently stroking the beautiful hair. He felt the kisses continue, soft lips against his skin, the warmth of their shared embrace intensifying as their bodies pressed closer.

As the kisses continued, Mikhailis' smile widened, and he pulled the person in his arms closer, his lips seeking theirs, meeting in a slow, passionate kiss. There was no hesitation—only warmth, comfort, and a sense of belonging. The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, and he could feel her arms moving to wrap around his neck, urging him closer.

He obliged, his hand moving over her body, feeling the softness of her curves.

But there was something different. His fingers, as they traced the strands of her hair, noticed the unfamiliar texture. The scent was different too—not the subtle fragrance he was accustomed to. And the way her body responded was new—different in a way he couldn't quite place. His brow furrowed as he continued the kiss, his senses slowly sharpening.

Suddenly, a thought pierced through his sleepy haze, and he pulled back, his eyes snapping open. His gaze fell on the hair he was stroking—a beautiful cascade of deep purple, not the silver-white he expected. He blinked rapidly, his heart pounding in his chest as the realization set in.

"Wait—" he began, his voice low and confused.

Did I experienced the same strange sensation not long before?

The woman in his arms looked up at him, her own eyes half-lidded with desire, her face flushed. And there it was—the unmistakable purple hair, the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Serelith?" he whispered, his voice cracking with disbelief.

She was sitting up, her brows slightly furrowed as she looked at him, her face still flushed from earlier. Her hair was disheveled, and her expression was a mix of annoyance and something else—something he couldn't quite place.

"Good morning, sex beast," she said, her tone a mixture of sarcasm and genuine amusement.

Mikhailis let out a groan, rubbing his forehead as he glanced at the small display in the corner of his glasses. The time read 14:00—early afternoon, not morning.

"Good morning... or more like afternoon," he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of exhaustion and humor. He let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. The awkwardness between them was palpable, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Serelith eventually stood, stretching her arms over her head, her body moving fluidly as she arched her back. The sheets fell away, revealing her naked body, and she let out a contented sigh as she stretched, her face relaxed. He could still see the hint of his seed within her crotch as she stood and it dripped. She's still full of his seed, it's the proof of their intense session.

"Well, we should probably get dressed," Serelith said, glancing at him over her shoulder, her lips curling into a small smile.

"We wouldn't want anyone walking in on us like this, would we?"

Mikhailis chuckled, shaking his head as he sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist.

"No, I suppose not," he said, his tone light.

"Ugh... I can't walk properly. So this is the after-effect of losing your virginity..."

Serelith looked at the clock hanging on the wall, her brows furrowing slightly as she took in the time.

"Ah! It's already this late. We should have lunch," she declared. Mikhailis, still seated on the bed, started to speak.

"I actually have lunch prepared back in my room—"

But Serelith cut him off with a wave of her hand, an amused smirk on her lips.

"Your lunch? It's probably already eaten by someone else by now. Eat with me," she insisted, her tone commanding, but there was a gentleness to it that hadn't been there before.

Mikhailis looked at her for a moment, considering. After taking her virginity, refusing her now felt almost like a sin. He let out a resigned sigh and nodded.

"Alright, alright. Let's eat."

Serelith's room wasn't the usual small quarters most court magicians were assigned—it resembled more of an apartment, complete with a kitchen. The space had a medieval charm, with wooden shelves stacked neatly with utensils, and a small table near the window where sunlight filtered in. Serelith moved with surprising quickness, heading towards the kitchen area where a pot sat on the stove.

"Wait, you already have something prepared?" Mikhailis asked, his surprise evident.

Serelith didn't respond immediately, focusing instead on reheating the meal. She turned slightly, giving him a small smile.

"I thought I might need something easy to heat up," she said cryptically, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Soon, she brought a loaf of bread and a steaming pot of soup to the table. Mikhailis sat down, accepting the bowl she placed in front of him. He took a spoonful, blowing on it gently before tasting it.

His eyes widened in delight as the flavors hit his taste buds.

"This... this is delicious!" he exclaimed.

Serelith's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she watched him eat.

"I'm glad," she said simply, her tone calm, but Mikhailis could sense the hint of gentleness that hadn't been there before.

She wasn't acting like she had suddenly become his devoted girl after sleeping with him—she retained her usual detached demeanor—but there was an undeniable softness to her now, a slight shift that Mikhailis couldn't ignore.

They continued eating quietly for a while. Mikhailis could feel a change in the atmosphere between them—a kind of understanding, a bond that was still in its early, fragile stages. Then, Serelith spoke, her voice timid, her cheeks flushed.

"Hey," she began, her eyes avoiding his as she gathered her thoughts.

"I'll... continue these 'services' as long as you like, just..." She paused, her gaze finally meeting his.

"Just don't tell Her Majesty about what you recorded, okay?"

Mikhailis blinked, processing her words.

It clicked immediately—she was fine with this arrangement. She was okay with their relationship being like this, with him having control, telling her what he wanted, and her following it. His heart skipped a beat, a surge of arousal flooding him momentarily at the thought. He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself.

"Understood. I'll be counting on you," he said, his voice calm despite the tumult of emotions beneath the surface.

Serelith nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. They finished the meal, and as soon as they were done, Serelith moved to clean up, her movements fluid and practiced. When she finished, she turned to him, her expression returning to her usual stoic demeanor.

"It might be bad if you stay here too long," she said, her tone as steady as always, though there was a hint of something more—a lingering hesitation.

Mikhailis nodded, standing up.

"You're right." He could see Serelith was about to say something else, but she hesitated, her mouth opening slightly before closing again, the words dying before they could be spoken. He smiled, an easy expression that seemed to put her at ease.

"See you later," he said, turning to leave.

As he opened the door, he heard her faint voice behind him.

"Yeah... see you later, too."

Mikhailis stepped out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. Once he was in the hallway, he let out a deep breath, his mind finally catching up to everything that had happened.

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes wide as he whispered.

"What the hell have I done?!?!"

The words were quiet, barely a shout, but they echoed in his mind as he walked down the hallway, a mix of bewilderment, excitement, and anxiety coursing through him.