Chapter 61.1

There is no need for Oswald to answer; Kevin knows that His Majesty the Emperor will obviously be deviant.

If it weren't for Kevin's diligence as a mount before, he would have tempted to thrown Oswald off without saying a word.

But upon further consideration, however, Kevin realized that His Majesty had not drunk the concoction alone, and he was unsure of its potency.

If Oswald were to fall, he might take Kevin down with him, and Kevin would not be able to bear the thought.

So, Kevin reluctantly retracts his itchy hand and sneers, "I have two suggestions for you. First, find a place to rub yourself on the side, and let me see you when you're done. Secondly, I can help you solve the problem once and for all. No need to worry."

Oswald remains silent.

Faced with such an inhuman threat, His Majesty the Emperor's voice becomes hoarse as he says helplessly, "Listen, I don't plan to do anything."

"Oh, you didn't intend to, but you're already clinging to me," retorts Kevin, rolling his eyes. Oswald's voice, surprisingly hoarse, emits hot breath, clearly uncomfortable.

"I'm feeling a bit unwell..." Oswald whispers. "Please don't push me. I promise not to do anything except hold you for a while. Let me regain my composure, and I'll be fine soon."

He repeats "I'll be fine soon" multiple times with a restrained and earnest tone.

Kevin falls silent and contemplates for a moment with a mixed expression.

He leans his back against the stone wall and says moodily, "Next time, make sure to give a warning before going into estrus. If you disturb me again, I won't be so forgiving. You know I never back down."

Seeing Kevin's reluctant acceptance, Oswald's heated body pressed against Kevin's, and he hangs himself on Kevin, rubbing his chin against the hollow of his shoulder.

He speaks softly, "Yes, I understand. You've beaten me up countless times."

Kevin: "..."

His Majesty's claim of "not planning to do anything" seems sincere, as he attempts to distract himself and escape this embarrassing situation by engaging in mundane conversations.

"Although you always boast about beating up children, I've always suspected that I am the worst one, and that you've beaten me up the most..." Oswald's voice is muffled against Kevin's neck, sounding deep and buzzing, with a sense of laziness.

Strangely, it creates an even more ambiguous atmosphere.

Kevin glances at Oswald, feeling numb, and responds with a snort. "I can't find anyone who owes you more."

Oswald suddenly chuckles and says, "You, I can't compare to you in that aspect."

Kevin: "..."

His Royal Highness realizes that even the most eloquent words are ineffective in this situation. Everything he says only adds to the ambiguity.

Oswald hasn't done anything too outrageous. He merely holds onto Kevin's hand tightly, his skin warm and inviting.

Kevin could feel the heat radiating off of him in waves, each pulse sending a shiver down his spine.

Oswald's body was tense with barely restrained energy, and Kevin could feel the tension in his own muscles mirroring Oswald's.

He even feels like his bones are being strangled.

Furthermore, Oswald's heavy breathing washed over Kevin's ears like a warm caress.

Each breath was almost a pant, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through Kevin's skin and sent shivers down his spine.

The sound was both provocative and intoxicating, like a swarm of ants crawling along his neck, each one leaving a trail of desire in its wake.

Oswald's hot breath tickled the nape of his neck, and he felt his ears flush with heat. Was it the heat of his breath, or was it something else? He couldn't tell.

All he knew was that he was burning up.

When Kevin's senses slowly returned to him. He was aware of the cold stone wall pressing against the back of his head, and his eyes narrowed without his conscious consent.

Not only is Oswald rubbing against the right side of his neck, purring contentedly. But Kevin's attention was drawn to the tickles crawling along his left cheek.

Kevin raises his hand to cover his left neck, straightens his back, and says to Oswald, "Enough, are you feeling better now?"

Kevin felt the weight of Oswald's body pressing down on him, and he knew that the werewolf was not going to move. He tried to shift his position, but Oswald only straightened up and pressed closer.

Kevin's face flushed with anger. "Excuse me," he said through gritted teeth. "Can you move a little bit? My legs are numb."

The man's curt "excuse me" was laced with menace, as if to say, "Move or I'll beat you."

Oswald didn't respond immediately. Instead, he rubbed his nose against Kevin's shoulder and took a deep breath. Kevin could feel the beast's hot breath on his skin.

Just when Kevin was about to lose his temper, he felt the weight on him suddenly shift. The skin that had been pressed against him was now covered in fur, and Kevin could feel the werewolf's teeth graze his neck.

Kevin's body went rigid. He rubs his fingers against his neck a couple of times before letting go. Apart from some redness, the skin he rubbed doesn't appear abnormal.

Oswald, who had reverted to his Sirius form, abruptly withdrew from Kevin's grasp. He let out a low howl, then picked Kevin up in his mouth and tossed him onto his back. With a single bound, he leaped from the cave.

Kevin had no time to be surprised before he found himself clinging to the reins on the back of Oswald's neck to prevent himself from falling off.

"This is madness! The more you cling to me, the angrier I get!" Oswald raged angrily. He no longer cared about controlling his direction, and simply circled around before plummeted on a lake in the forest below the mountain. Without hesitation, he jumped into the water.

The forest was too dense, and the water surface was rarely exposed to sunlight. As a result, the water temperature here was much lower than outside. If one were to suddenly soak their entire body in it, they would be shocked by the chilliness.

Normally, if Kevin were to be taken into the water for no reason and get wet all over, he would inevitably have some venomous words to say. However, this time, for the first time, this difficult ancestor remained silent.