270: 6.30 Punishment [M]

6.30 Punishment [M]

Jillian slammed the door open and marched toward the doll Regius, all the while wearing a furious look. "Regius, you bastard! You know everything, do you?" He pointed at the doll's nose and in the next blink, Regius appeared in front of him, sitting gracefully on the couch with his slender leg crossed one atop of the other. Jillian struggled not to glance down at the pale skin peeking out through the hem of his white robe and trained his glare firmly on Regius' stupidly gorgeous face that somehow looked even more ethereal shadowed by the flicker of fireplace.  2

No matter how beautiful he was, Jillian refused to forgive him this time! Hadn't he known how worried Jillian was all these while? Running here and there, trying to seek out a way to put an end to the war when the solution had been prancing around right in front of his nose!

"Has he been acknowledged by the King?" Lu Yizhou asked calmly.

"Of course!" Jillian snorted. "But that's not the main point, you—"

"Sweetheart." Lu Yizhou held onto his wrist and Jillian's momentum faltered ever so slightly. No, get yourself together, Jillian! You can't melt just because he's looking at you so sweetly! Heavens! "I didn't tell you because I wanted you to treat Hayden as usual. If you knew that he's a Royal Prince, then you must be compelled to treat him differently. What would the others say when words came out? They would think that you have known the fact and used it to your own advantage, that you did it to suck up to the royal family. Not to mention those nobles you often mention with derision, even His Majesty will start to doubt you."

Jillian tightened his lips, scowling. As much as Jillian didn't want to admit it, Regius' words made some sense. Even back there, those foxes had praised his brilliant luck and Jillian perfectly knew that they didn't mean any of it. How coincidental was it that the Duke's soon-to-be brother was the King's long lost son? 

Soon, they would start to snoop around but they would find nothing because Jillian had always acted like how he usually was. He reprimanded Hayden harshly for his mistake, often making him tear up, smacked his head if he so much as to complain, threatened him and… oh God, Jillian couldn't help but groan and pinch his brows. What kind of cruel treatment had he done to the Royal Prince…?

In spite of that, Hayden had vehemently uttered nothing but praises and admiration toward Jillian in front of the King, excitedly recounting the years of experience of being under his command. He was talking on and on for hours until Jillian had to stop him out of embarrassment. The thought that Jillian would take advantage of him didn't even cross his mind. 

As long as Jillian remained in the dark, everything would remain as a series of beautiful coincidences. Nobody would ever guess that the person who had directed everything behind the scene was the doll in the General's possession.

Exactly how shrewd Regius was to have thought ten steps ahead like that?

The longer Jillian thought about it, the more severe his expression became. His eyes were practically searing in flame as a surge of uncontrollable heat flooded all over his body. He took a deep breath and flipped his hand so he was the one holding onto Regius' wrist instead. "How long will you be able to maintain this form?"

Lu Yizhou blinked, startled. Why did Jillian ask that all of a sudden? "Today? Ten minutes at most, but—"

Jillian glanced at the clock hanging off the wall. Ten minutes. They had spent at least three minutes talking so the remaining time was seven minutes at most. Well, he could make something work. Smirking, Jillian rested a hand on the chair by Regius' head while the other moved to grip his smooth slender thigh over his robe, startling the man ever so slightly. Confusion, doubt and something darker flickered in his eyes. Desire, Jillian realized. Just like that, the solemn atmosphere between them shifted and sparks flew from the line of their eye contact. 

"Jillian," his voice was lower and deeper when he spoke and Jillian restrained the smugness from showing on his face, knowing that his mere touch had affected Regius so. "What are you doing?"

"Did you know?" Jillian merely glided his hand up and under the hem of Regius' robe, gazing at the man intently through his lashes. "All the way home, I keep thinking of ways to teach you a lesson for keeping me in the dark." He licked his lips and a buzz of thrill shot through him when Regius' eyes flicked down to follow the motion before quickly snapping up again. Without breaking eye contact, Jillian's hand kept moving up and up until he bumped into a thick, searing rod. He grabbed onto the base without hesitation and squeezed. A quiet gasp escaped Regius' lips and his eyes darkened further. A warning. 

"So you have to be obedient and receive your punishment, Regius." He let his thumb graze on the underside whereas his forefinger tugged on the foreskin until he was pressing right on the tip, almost punishingly. 

Lu Yizhou sucked in a sharp breath and his lips parted slightly, giving a peek to the tip of his red tongue that had wrecked Jillian's mind for far too many times than he could count. The cock in his hand swelled even more, Jillian almost couldn't hold onto the whole girth with palm. 

Shivers ran down his spine. Oh, how he wished to tear that robe on Regius' body but there was just something obscene about the way he so pristinely dressed, and if someone were to glance at them right now, they would find nothing out of ordinary, blissfully unaware that Jillian's fist was doing an erotic dance on the other's shaft, smearing wetness along his length with rough, ruthless movements, playing with him in abandon. 

Jillian could see his own feral and almost savagery look reflected through Regius' silver eyes. He didn't even know he could show that kind of look outside from the battlefield. A smirk formed on his lips when he found redness crawling up Regius' earlobe. He leaned down to bite down on that soft and irresistible flesh for he was hungry, starving. Almost ravenous. He wanted to devour Regius bite by bite until not even his bones remained.

Soon, a wet patch was forming on the white robe, spreading wider and wider; and the wet sounds it produced was loud and obscene even when laced with their heavy breaths. Regius' body tensed under him, his eyelashes fluttering shut, jaws clenching even harder—

—and just like that, Jillian stopped.

Still with his thumb pressed on the tip of Regius' cock, preventing his impending release with no mercy. The man's eyes widened and in the next second, a low growl rumbled from within his throat, a sound so divine that it made Jillian's mind blank for a second. His cock gave a valiant twitch within the constraint of his trousers and Jillian ignored it in lieu of toying with this insufferable man who held Jillian's heart within the cusp of his palms. Despite the obvious pain in Regius' face, he stayed firm in his conviction to teach the other a lesson. 

Well, it couldn't be called punishment if he was too softhearted, right?

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