C1 Part5

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Apologies

for the delay! ;A;)/

I wanted the whole of chapter 1 to be up in this post so it took

awhile. (Ps chapter 1 is the longest chapter in the book, 73/252 pages of the

main story)

Was also

busy with full-time work.

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area that I left in red and blank that I can't seem to find OAO. Uh just

comment and tell me where it is, thanks!</strike> (Fixed!)

- some

action (not R18 just yet - that's in chapter 2)

- an awesome picture

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Previously

on the Royal Fiance... http://blacksoulz.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-royal-fiance-white-prince-chapter-1.html

"Kurosaki-san

is one of Ecuratol's largest customer. He was the person who brought Ecuratol's

grape wines over to Japan and popularised them amongst its citizens."

That is the

very reason why Shiori has decided to personally apologise to for his grave

mistake.

The decision

was not to call the exporter to report to Shiori, who was part of the royal

family, but for Shiori himself to walk out of the palace doors, and to make a

trip down to personally visit the exporter.

This person

was the largest link between Japan and Ecuratol's diplomacy. As such, Shiori

could never allow his mistake to offend this person.

"Kurosaki-san

is well informed about the recent spate of poor quality royal champagne being

circulated in the export market."

Shiori bit

his lower lip. Amidst the numerous poor quality royal champagne being made

available in the market, it was inevitable that there were countless

accusations that Shiori and the royal family were the masterminds behind this

occurrence in a bid to amass more wealth.

His own

selfish mistake could potentially deal a large blow to his country's

reputation.

Shiori's

pride would never allow such a thing to happen.

"Initially,

Kurosaki-san was very furious."

"His

anger is understandable. I intend to reimburse the damages in full."

"Understood.

Would you like me to report this incident to Shou-sama?"

Shiori

recalled the look of triumph and happiness that Shou had on the wedding

banquet's evening.

"I will

discuss this matter with him at a later time."

It was only

due to the fact that Shiori had an unparalleled sense of taste that he was

allowed to take on the responsibility of issuing the royal branding. In turn,

this responsibility, duty and job was the only reason why Shiori was of value

to Ecuratol.

Should he

lose the right to continue this duty......

Immediately

upon his arrival, there was a valet to open the car's door and receive Shiori.

The valet then guided Shiori through several unfamiliar corridors and brought

him to the entrance of a room.

Despite

knowing that Shiori would be arriving, Kurosaki failed to open the room's door

nor welcome Shiori.

This

probably indicated that Kurosaki's anger was yet to be quelled.

However,

Shiori did not consider rebuking Kurosaki's disrespectful behaviour as Shiori

was here to seek forgiveness and make amends.

Shiori's

subordinate helped to open the room's door. "Kurosaki-sama, Shiori-sama

has arrived."

"Pardon

my intrusion." Shiori took a step into the suite. In the middle of the

suite stood a man with jet black hair donned in a well-fitting black suit. He

had a sturdy frame, and exuded a certain uncouth and rough feeling.

(He

was...... that evening's!)

A shock ran

through Shiori's body.

The man who

was reprimanded severely by Shiori during Shou's wedding banquet, and at the

same time, the man who made a fool out of Shiori.

The

extremely vulgar man from that evening stood before Shiori.

(Impossible!

Could it be that he is......!)

"I am

Oki Kurosaki." That man did not mention that it was his first time meeting

Shiori in his short greeting. Smiling, he kneeled down in front of Shiori,

swiftly taking Shiori's hand and planted a kiss on the back of his hand.

Startled, Shiori furiously withdrew his hand.

Shiori's

subordinates seemed to think that Kurosaki's actions were merely a manner of

showing respect to Shiori, who was a member of the royal family.

Should they

not have met under such circumstances that evening, Shiori would have gladly

accepted Kurosaki's gesture.

The back of

his hand felt numb. The lips used to lightly kiss the back of Shiori's hand

were the very same lips that intertwined with his own that evening......

Kurosaki's

sharp looking eyes gave a quick devilish glance towards Shiori.

"Please,

take a sit," Kurosaki stood up straight and gestured to a nearby chair.

"For

Your Highness to personally visit and offer me an apology...... Does this

indicate that you are admitting to your error?"

Shiori bit

down on his lower lip tightly.

This could

not be. Could it be that this guy......!

Shiori

looked over to the man standing directly opposite him.

The same man

who had offended Shiori greatly.

'How is it

possible that he is a very important client to Ecuratol......?'

Shiori

simply could not afford to offend Kurosaki.

He was

someone with a large enough influence to require a personal apology from

someone in the royal family.

Japan is one

of Ecuratol's largest export market, and Kurosaki was the key mediator that had

made this feat possible.

He was the

man who had the crucial role in helping Ecuratol's champagne garner widespread

demand throughout Japan.

Kurosaki

wore a well-pressed outer jacket over his suit today.

His tie was

perfectly in place, unruffled. Despite his neat and formal attire, Kurosaki

still exuded an air of boldness and dominance - that of a wild beast, making

people feel that he was a man with a powerful influence.

" Your

Highness, if I'm not mistaken, you have not answered my question?"

"Yes......"

Shiori's words got caught in his throat. He clenched his jaw forcefully.

"I will

compensate and cover for the losses you have incurred over the course of this

incident in full." With great effort, Shiori managed to squeeze out a

single line.

"However,

it should be noted that this banquet is meant to welcome foreign delegates to

Japan. We even promised our distinguished guests that they would be having a

taste of the exquisite royal-approved champagne. For a fiasco like this to

happen, I am afraid that what I have lost is more than just monetary in nature

- rather, the delegates' trust."

"For

that to happen...... I am really sorry."

Shiori

quietly clenched his fist that was resting on his lap.

The man he

was dealing with now is not someone whom he could treat carelessly. To make

matters worse, it seemed that this man, who knows Shiori's blunder, was not

intending to let Shiori off lightly.

He was

someone who climbed up the corporate ladder on his own, thus developing various skills that made him a shrewd man,

someone who could make others submit to him easily. Shiori knew that he simply

could not outwit someone who has such vast experience in the cutthroat world of

business.

"Ah.

Recently, I have heard rumours that there are several restaurants that carry

the champagne with the royal branding - except that these champagnes were that

of very poor quality."

Shiori

jerked his head up.

"And

here I thought that it was your personal, discreet orders for such lousy

champagnes to be sold at high prices."

"That

was definitely not by my orders...!" Frustrated, Shiori stood up

furiously.

"Your

Highness!" His subordinates cried out, trying to restrain Shiori

emotionally.

That man was

clearly directly calling Shiori's integrity into question. His eyes were

focused steadily on Shiori.

With that

harsh stare of his, it was not an exaggeration to say that people felt as if

they were being forced into a tight corner.

"Did

you think that I was blissfully unaware of this scandal? Should you have the

intention to cheat, I would not hesitate to make the necessary preparations to

make this incident known to the general public."

"Please

do not announce this incident publicly. It was an error purely on my part, and

not anyone else's---!"

Without finishing

what he wanted to say, Shiori abruptly fell silent.

He knew that

Kurosaki had just exposed his biggest weakness. Consequently, this weakness

would be used by this man against Shiori.

"May I

invite all of you to leave the room for awhile?" Kurosaki ordered Shiori's

subordinates as he walked towards the window.

Allow them

to leave first. Otherwise.......

With just

the look in his eyes, Kurosaki made Shiori unable to protest.

"Is

that okay with you, Your Highness?"

"Just

wait outside the room for further orders from me."

Not daring

to disobey his orders, Shiori's subordinates slowly filtered out of the room in

a single file.

Almost

instantaneously, the room fell silent, and only Shiori and Kurosaki were left.

"Would

you like me to turn a blind eye to your grave mistake?"

Towards

Shiori, Kurosaki's attitude seemed to have taken a complete 180-degree turn.

This was

Kurosaki's true colours - cunning and rough.

Kurosaki

moved towards the table placed beside the window.

Two wine

glasses and the bottle of champagne that Shiori had labelled wrongly as a royal

champagne were placed neatly on the table.

Kurosaki

poured the champagne into the two glasses. Raising one of the glasses, he

downed the champagne in one, big swallow.

This crude

manner of drinking was expected of this sort of uncouth man.

"If you

would like me to forget about this incident, do bow your head low and request

for forgiveness. I haven't heard your apology yet."

Casting a

side glance towards Kurosaki while standing up, Shiori replied, "......I

have already mentioned that I am very sorry for this incident to have

occurred."

Thank

Goodness his subordinates were not in the room to witness his own awkward

behaviour and the difficult situation he was in.

To someone

like Shiori who has an extremely large pride, this was an unprecedented saving

grace.

"That

wasn't enough." Towards Shiori's behaviour, Kurosaki merely snorted

coldly.

"To

make me forget about this matter's existence, you will need to beg me for forgiveness."

Once again,

Shiori stopped himself mid-way. He could only glare resolutely at Kurosaki.

Kurosaki

looked at a humiliated Shiori with mild interest.

That

evening, during the banquet, it was Shiori who had humiliated him. As such,

Shiori knew that this man would be out to seek revenge against him. However, it

would not be a wise decision to aggravate this man.

Kurosaki was

absentmindedly holding and swirling the glass of champagne in his hand, as if

demonstrating to Shiori that he had solid evidence against him.

With such

knowledge in the hands of this man, nobody would know how twisted the rumours

of Shiori's mistake regarding the royal branding would be should Kurosaki start

spreading it.

Shiori

refused to owe this man a favour.

To add on to

Shiori's misery, he had his own brother's position to take into consideration -

his brother that had gained everything - Shou.

For Shou to

secure the King's position, Shiori's very existence was undesirable.

One simple

minute mistake made by Shiori would result in Shou losing all the power and

influence he has. It was likely that Shou was nothing short of being overjoyed

that he held such material to make Shiori lose his position as a royalty.

Although

Shiori has always been compared to Shou since they were young, Shiori has not,

even once, won Shou in anything.

Shou was the

centre of the country's affection and blessing, and had a tight grasp of his

life's happiness.

Shiori was

an existence merely to be a foil to, to be compared to Shou.

Even if he

had to give up on his own pride, this time, Shiori absolutely did not want to

be under Shou's shadow.

Upon seeing

Shiori's shoulder shaking and biting his lips from the humiliation that he

suffered, Kurosaki could not help but to sneer at Shiori.

Even if he

had to bow down to this crass man, Shiori had something he desperately wanted

to protect.

Nobody -

even Shou nor the people around him, knew what Shiori was trying so hard to

protect.

He just

needed to push through this incident.

He just had

to repress himself for this instant.

At any rate,

Shiori told himself, he would not be seeing this man ever again.

"You!"

Shiori lifted his head.

Why was it

that no matter what Shiori did, it was simply not enough? Was it because his

desperation for forgiveness when imploring Kurosaki was simply inadequate?

Shiori's

pupils lit up with rage.

"Do not

push your luck...!"

Upon hearing

Shiori blurt out what he truly wanted to say, Kurosaki continued, "I'm

guessing that you are planning to suffer for only this short period of time, am

I right?"

Shiori's

face burned a bright red as his true thoughts were revealed.

"Do you

truly understand my position?"

"Your

position...?" Shiori knitted his brows.

"The

crown prince favours and trusts me a lot. I can report your insolent behaviour

towards me that evening and how you have obstructed an important shipment to

Japan. Moreover, I can report to the crown prince that you have assisted and

have involvement in the fake royal champagne scandal, and that this scandal was

carried out with the hopes of removing the crown prince from power, no

less."

This man

clearly knew about the strained relationship between Shiori and Shou.

"I did

not carry out any of those matters......!"

"This

royal label and this bottle of champagne has already been exported to Japan.

The evidence is crystal clear, and in my hands."

The words

spoken by this man versus the words that Shiori would speak.

Who would

Shou be inclined to believe?

No, this was

not a matter of which party Shou would choose to believe in.

Shiori's

failure would play in Shou's favour, and thus, Shou would most likely not let

go of this golden opportunity to drag Shiori down.

To make

matters worse, the predicament that Shiori was in was bad - there were

currently several bottles of fake royal champagne circulating in the market. Should

Shiori make a misstep amidst the storm of allegations against the royal family,

then needless to say, Ecuratol's wine industry's reputation would literally

fall to zero.

This would

then greatly reduce the country's income.

And all this

would happen due to Shiori's own...

"If you

agree to a condition that I set, I will pretend that this matter never

occurred."

"And

what is your condition?"

"It's a

very simple condition."

Following

that, Kurosaki listed out his condition matter-of-factly, but this condition

made Shiori unable to believe what he had just heard.

He was to be

this man's slave.

Was it to

make Shiori clean, do the laundry and settle this man's daily living needs?

Seeing a

perplexed expression on Shiori's face, Kurosaki gave a small smirk.

"I want

you to please me every night, and let me penetrate you mercilessly."

The thing

that this man hoped for was......

"Simple,

isn't it? However, to someone like you, this would be no small feat." He

slowly crossed his hands in front of his chest.

"You

always have that disdainful look on your face whenever you see me, as if you

were looking at a piece of worthless trash. I think that this method would be

the most effective method for you."

And this was

the very reason why this man thought of such a punishment.

"Regardless

of how much money you are willing to fork out, it will never help to earn back

the trust I lost amongst the foreign delegates. As such, I would like you to

use your body as compensation for the damage caused to my reputation."

"You

low-life!" Shiori shot a glare full of utter disgust towards the man.

"I

won't deny what you just said. But from today onwards, you will be using that

body of yours every night to satisfy this low-life of a man that you look down

upon so much."

Kurosaki

paced towards Shiori.

"For a

noble like you, such a reality is unthinkable, isn't it?" chuckled

Kurosaki darkly.

"I will

behave like a wild beast as you think I am one, and use my own way to embrace

you."

He certainly

managed to guess whatever Shiori thought of him.

It was now

impossible for Shiori to reject. He was already out of options.

Kurosaki

grabbed Shiori's hand firmly and yanked him aggressively, causing Shiori to

lose his balance.

Shiori was

pushed onto the tabletop.

Flustered,

Shiori tried to escape and struggled into a sitting position. Kurosaki stood in

front of Shiori and was visually sizing Shiori up from head to toe.

"Since

you understand the position that you are in, you should no that you have no

right to resist, right?"

His face

drew nearer to Shiori's, and with that single sentence, Shiori was too afraid

to even make a single movement.

Shiori felt

a hot and wet tongue against the nape of his neck. Kurosaki's hand slowly slid

Shiori's overcoat open - rubbing, caressing Shiori's bare skin.

"Uu...

Uu..." Shiori shut his eyes forcefully.

Taking

advantage of the fact that Shiori was not in a position to reject his advances,

his touches grew increasingly daring. He pulled Shiori's waist closer to

himself as his right hand continued to caress Shiori's chest.

Both of

their servants were still waiting outside the room. It was probably unthinkable

to them that such a lewd business exchange between their two employers was

happening just a few metres away.

His fingers

aggressively skimmed the surface of Shiori's body and pinched Shiori's nipple.

Shiori bit

down on his lips tightly as he felt a wave of acute pain passing through his

lower body.

His chest

gradually grew number.

As Kurosaki

twisted Shiori's nipple with an even greater force, he sneered at Shiori's

reactions.

"Ah,

ah......!" Unable to suppress himself any longer, Shiori let out a soft

moan.

Hearing his

own voice, Shiori frantically covered his mouth, wanting to surppress any

further embarrassing sounds he might make.

Upon seeing

this, Kurosaki was pleased.

Kurosaki did

not seem to mind Shiori desperately trying to mask his voice - after all, their

subordinates were still stationed outside the room.

Nor did he

seem to mind Shiori's clumsy resistance as his action of playing with Shiori's

nipples never once stopped.

Teasingly,

Kurosaki used his finger to trace small circles around Shiori's chest and

continuously pulled and pressed Shiori's nipples roughly.

Despite

being teased at a place where he should feel nothing at all, Shiori still felt

a tingling sensation.

To Shiori,

this feeling was severely humiliating.

However,

this man's insulting actions failed to stop.

Shiori's

cheeks flushed a crimson red upon hearing that man's words.

"Your mouth

says no, but your body, in contrast, is quite honest huh. Even though you

desperately want to protect your ego, I daresay that in no moments time, you

will be the one to desire me and this pleasure."

Shiori

glared furiously at the man.

He will absolutely

never desire this man.

The only

reason why he would choose to silently accept such an unreasonable request is

that he wanted to take full responsibility of the trouble that his mistake had

resulted in.

Yet, despite

such pure motives, his body still burned, and his nipples grew numb......

Could it be

that this man would relentlessly carry out such actions until Shiori himself

would be unable to resist and be willing to beg this uncouth man for release?

That would

be frightening.

As Shiori's

lower body begun to burn hotter, he unknowingly started to sway his hips.

Seeing that

Shiori's knees started to rub against each other, expressing Shiori's extreme

discomfort, Kurosaki started to put more effort into caressing Shiori's lithe

body.

Under

Kurosaki's touches, Shiori became unable to bear it anymore, and allowed his

moans to escape. The longing tucked underneath Shiori's underwear started to

grow stiff. Should Kurosaki slide his hand downwards to caress Shiori's lower

body, he would immediately find out Shiori's wanton response to his fondling.

And yet,

somewhere in Shiori's heart desired his weak spot to be caressed - though not

by Kurosaki's hand, as he would rather do it himself.

"You

don't want your little princely brother to discover your mistake right? Thus,

in order to protect your own pride, you would rather choose to sell your

body."

Shiori

denied Kurosaki's accusation as he panted.

Although

hiding his mistake was not his intention, it was true that in Shiori's mind,

Shou's arrogant profile kept appearing and resurfacing.

Shiori was

always compared to Shou in every aspect anyone can ever think of. However,

today, Shou having ascended the throne, is the epitome of success and honour,

while in contrast, Shiori who has expanded his efforts tirelessly and worked

his life for the country, has nothing.

Despite such

a cruel reality, Shiori still wanted to protect his country's reputation no

matter what means he had to resort to - even if it meant that he would merely

be a tool and be used by others.

Shiori

furiously attempted to push Kurosaki away, but Kurosaki ignored Shiori's feeble

resistance, and the hand that was used to caress Shiori's chest......

With

practised movements, that man undid Shiori's belt, pulled down his zippers, and

gripped Shiori's member tightly through Shiori's underwear.

Shiori

gasped breathlessly.

"Unhand

me! No, no, do not touch...!"

"What

nonsense are you spouting? This, HERE, is already so hard."

That man

unmercifully and bluntly pointed out Shiori's lewd reactions.

Kurosaki's

hand reached underneath Shiori's underwear and started kneading Shiori's rock-hard desire.

It was as if

electricity went through all parts of Shiori's body.

Hearing

sounds which implied a wet stickiness, Shiori knew that his hard member was

already lasciviously leaking out a sweet fluid.

Shiori's

body trembled under such direct contact and the shame he felt.

Kurosaki

supported Shiori who seemed that he was about to fall backwards at any moment.

Unconsciously,

Shiori gripped Kurosaki's forearm tightly as there was nothing nearby that

could support him.

Kurosaki

leaned his face toward Shiori and teasingly licked Shiori's ear.

Being held

in a manner akin to lovers who are passionately hugging, Shiori could no longer

bear Kurosaki's aggressive fondling.

"Ah...

Hahh, ahh...! No, I'm already ---"

To Shiori,

this level of stimulation was simply too intense for him.

Slick sounds

of Kurosaki licking Shiori's skin and sticky sounds which indicated that his

privates were being played with all flowed into Shiori's ears.

The pain

that constantly throbbed throughout Shiori's body slowly became waves of

pleasure that ebbed and flowed relentlessly. Shiori's pants and various lewd

sounds reverberated throughout the room.

Tracing

Shiori's neck suggestively with his tongue, Kurosaki proceeded to suck it

softly. An angry red hickey bloomed on Shiori's pale neck, reminiscent of

something vivid staining a pure snowy field which people would not be able to

miss.

Suffering,

Shiori knitted his eyebrows and could do nothing but tightly cling to

Kurosaki's hand.

Shiori was

well aware that, if this continues on, he would most likely, under this man's

hand, reach an orgasm.

That would

simply be too horrifying.

Shiori did

not know what would become of him should he allow himself to succumb to such a

lascivious act.

Perhaps his

pride would be smashed into smithereens - he might even fall apart.

Due to his

upbringing as a royalty, Shiori was already very used to suppressing his

instinctive reactions and emotions, and yet, this man sought to unmask Shiori's

pretense completely.

"To

feel such pleasure under the hands of a man you scorn - how does it feel?"

A low laughter

flitted across Shiori's ear.

"To be

forcefully embraced by a client that you have wronged - how does it feel? You

may think that I'm a lowly person, but what about you - someone who feels

pleasure from being teased by a man of such lowly origins?"

Kurosaki's

teasing, to Shiori, was one of disgrace and shame.

Shiori shook

his head vigorously, not wanting to listen to that man's words. However, with

Kurosaki nibbling down on his ear, even if Shiori wanted to cover his ears, he

was unable to.

"This

slutty part of yours... Do you know what I'm doing to it now?"

Upon seeing

Shiori avert his gaze from him, Kurosaki purposefully reminded him.

"This,

here, is being played with by a man, being rubbed and teased. It's liquid is

spilling out as if it's feeling good too."

A low

chuckle escaped from Kurosaki's mouth.

Unable to

bear with such extreme ridicule, Shiori's body started shaking in

embarrassment.

"Teary

eyes and breathy pants...... Do you know how immoral you look right now?"

Shiori did

not want to look. He wanted to think of a way to escape, but failed miserably.

With his chest being stubbornly played with, and coupled with the lascivious

atmosphere, Shiori felt as if he was drowning.

A

pleasurable sensation quickly shot up from Shiori's lower body to his head.

A sensation

that threatened to sear Shiori's rationale with its fiery passion.

With

Kurosaki's hands curled around Shiori's cock and the continuous pleasuring of

it at varying speeds, Shiori felt as if he was close to cumming.

(This...)

The guy's skills were simply too good, making Shiori's entire body numb and

weak.

Shiori

desperately tried to suppress his wanton desire for cumming, but it was made

difficult with that man's persistent attempts at pleasuring Shiori.

"Ah,

ah......! No, I...can't...hold it in anymore..."

Upon lifting

his head, Shiori's tear-filled eyes that were tinged with lust met Kurosaki's.

At that very moment, Shiori noticed that man making a small gasp.

The alarm on

the table was accidentally triggered, making a sound that caught Shiori off

guard.

In shock,

Shiori was unable to focus on restraining himself, resulting in him cumming

forcefully, his cum splattering and dirtying Kurosaki's hand.

Shiori could

feel his own face turning from a brilliant shade of red to a deathly pale

white.

He was just

made to cum by a man's hand.

By a man who

was akin to that of a wild beast.

Ashamed,

Shiori hunched over.

That man

used his clean hand to press the button on the desk.

"The

diplomat from Japan has contacted us."

"Understood.

I will leave immediately."

Kurosaki

slowly distanced himself from Shiori.

Shiori felt

as if all his strength had just escaped from him. Shiori tried to muster some

strength to his hand, but he was unable to even lift a finger, let alone button

his dishevelled shirt. Leaning against the desk, Shiori sighed. He could not

even muster the effort needed to hide the expression on his face that clearly

indicated he had just climaxed.

His body

becoming an offering for that man's beastly desires was exuding a tinge of

sexiness, simply laid bare and completely exposed to that man......

Obvious

reddish marks dotted Shiori's pale skin, half opened lips that were panting

lightly and shoulders that were moving ever so slightly with Shiori's ragged

breaths......

Shiori's

hair, wet with sweat, fell gently across his face, making one's imagination run

wild.

"Look

at how immoral you look - "

Shiori

recalled Kurosaki's insulting words.

It was

highly likely that Shiori's subordinate would enter the room after Kurosaki

leaves, and that would mean that his subordinate would see the state that he

was in.

Shiori's

face became a deathly pale as fear gripped him.

Unexpectedly,

Kurosaki handed a coat to Shiori.

Shiori

snatched the coat and quickly covered his body.

"Don't

leave this room for now."

It seemed

that Kurosaki did not intend to summon Shiori's subordinate into the office.

"I will

inform your subordinates that you are feeling a little anaemic."

With an

attitude that exuded absolute command, Shiori had no choice but to follow

Kurosaki's intention obediently. Kurosaki picked up the champagne that sat on

the table.

"This,

here, is a very important piece of evidence. If you ever thought that our

'deal' simply ends here, you are gravely mistaken."

With such

words, Kurosaki shattered what little hope that Shiori had.

"Saving

the best scene for later would allow the entertainment value of the show to

multiply greatly."

Moreover,

doing so would push Shiori further into a desperate and hopeless state.

Kurosaki

turned around and started to make his way out of the room.

"Where

is His Highness...!"

"His

Highness is currently feeling unwell."

"I beg

your pardon? I will call for the medic to come immediately..."

"His

Highness has instructed that nobody should enter the room as he would like to

take a rest alone."

"His

Highness has made his wishes very clear. He mentioned that he would call for

his subordinates when he feels well enough to move around. He wishes for all of

you to wait outside the room patiently for further orders, and that absolutely

no one should enter the room without any permission from him."

Inside the

room, Shiori could hear Kurosaki's nonchalant voice as he ordered Shiori's own

subordinates. Kurosaki seemed unaffected by the whole incident and appeared

relatively composed. Such an expression did not betray

half the mocking attitude that he displayed towards Shiori just a few minutes

ago.

Shiori felt

unwilling to accept this situation.

Shiori, who

was unable to move due to the exhaustion and the leftover waves of pleasure

that washed over his tired body, was a sharp contrast to Kurosaki who was able

to continue with his everyday work indifferently.

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Shiori's

mistake that day was not leaked to the public.

The very

next day, Shiori received a report that the banquet organised in Japan had been

successfully carried out without a hitch.

That man

seemed to have kept his side of the bargain.

Consequently,

this meant that Shiori too, had to keep his side of the deal.

Upon

recalling the shameful act that took place on the table...... Shiori felt his

lower body twinge in slight pain.

"Your

Highness, may I ask where you are going?"

"I will

be heading outdoors to enjoy the fresh air for a bit."

Leaving his

personal office, Shiori made his way through the palace hallway.

Being on the

second floor, as Shiori gazed towards the sprawling royal garden, a pleasant

scene of lush greenery and beautiful flowers in full bloom could be seen.

In the

distance, one could even make out the endless sky blue sea that stretched into

the horizon.

However,

Shiori simply could not calm down.

Although

Shiori had already been forced to comply with the deal once before, was he

still required to meet that man even after that time?

His attitude

that overflowed with self-confidence. His work record that was plastered with

countless successes due to his business methods. All these pointed to a man who

was relentless in pursuing his ambitions and career.

That man

simply wanted to take his revenge upon Shiori for almost ruining his career and

reputation.

Giving

Shiori time to think, thus allowing Shiori's anxiety to increase tenfold -

perhaps that was what that man found joy in.

Suddenly,

Shiori spotted two people strolling across the royal garden.

One of them

was the crown princess - Kairi. Behind Kairi stood a taller silhouette. Upon a

clearer look, Shiori unconsciously stiffened.

That taller

man was Shou.

Upon hearing

his name being called, Kairi turned around... Happily, he smiled warmly at

Shou, and Shou reciprocated his smile with one of his own.

That was an

expression that Shiori had never once seen in his life.

Shou could

actually smile in such a gentle manner.

Shiori could

not help but feel shocked.

The very

person who could make Shou smile so genuinely, was Kairi.

Shiori had

always thought that their marriage was simply an arranged marriage, a farcical

one. However, both their smiles toward each other made them seem as if......

Shiori

tightened his grip around the railing.

At that

moment, Kairi felt as if he was being watched and looked upwards towards the

palace. Upon seeing Shiori, Kairi wanted to bow his head to show his respect,

but due to his nervousness, he ended up feeling flustered.

Noticing

Kairi's peculiar behaviour, Shou looked towards Shiori's direction. Following

that, Shou, as if he wanted to use his body to shield Kairi from Shiori's

vision, held Kairi tightly in his arms and led Kairi away from the royal

garden.

His actions

were filled with immense warmth.

Shiori could

only stand at the same spot in astonishment.

After

awhile, someone's approaching footsteps could be heard from a part of the

balcony.

Shiori

turned to face the direction where the sound of footsteps were coming from, and

realised that Shou was walking towards him. It appeared that Shou had made sure

to first escort Kairi back to his room, thus was alone.

Shou stopped

in front of Shiori.

"Due to

your glaring, Kairi could not help but feel threatened and afraid."

Shou's

piercing glare at Shiori seemed to be criticising him of his actions too.

That was not

it, Shiori was merely... surprised at Shou's smile.

However,

Shiori knew that both Shou and Kairi misunderstood his expression.

Even if he

denied it, Shou would not believe his words, would he?

Moreover,

upon witnessing how happy and fortunate those two were, Shiori was unsure if he

could confidently say that his expression was not one of bitter jealousy.

The

situation that those two were in and the situation that Shiori was in were a

world of difference.

"If you

do envy Kairi, then I would suggest you urgently find a partner to be married

to soon. The aristocrat, Marlo, seems to have taken a rather deep interest in

you."

"Please

refrain from making such jokes," Shiori replied with disdain. The mere

mention of that very name could make Shiori feel uncomfortable and repulsed.

Shiori's

face was still composed as he started to walk away. However, a pair of hands

shot out towards him.

Shou's arms

were placed on either side of Shiori's face, pinning Shiori against the wall.

With his escape route being blocked off, Shiori could only raise his head and

face Shou.

A strict and

menacing glare pierced through Shiori.

Shou brought

his face closer to Shiori's, and threateningly said, "Anyone who dares to

hurt Kairi, no matter who the party is, I will not forgive easily."

Even if the

other party is his own brother.

The stern

determination that Shou exuded made Shiori's blood freeze. He was taking

precautions against Shiori, someone who was in a position to usurp Shou's position

as the next King.

Shou now had someone whom he had to protect, thus no matter

who the other party was, should they put Kairi into harm's way, he would never

let them off lightly.

No matter what happens, protecting Kairi was his utmost

responsibility.

Shou's behaviour was that of someone who has absolute faith

in the mission of loving and protecting his beloved.

The resolution of someone who has a loved one to protect.

Having found this person, Shou became much more reliable and

headstrong.

Shiori, who

was being looked down upon by Shou, had such thoughts.

Unknowingly,

as time passed, the difference in their heights begun to widen, and so did

their physique. As Shou grew older and exuded a rather manly aura, the two

princes became ever so different to the public.

Seeing that

Shiori's face turned a deathly pale and was unable to utter even a single word,

Shou withdrew his arms.

Arms that would unflinchingly protect his beloved from

harm's way.

Arms that, at the same time, would unflinchingly eradicate

those who put his beloved in harm's way.

Nonchalantly, Shou continued," ......Recently, it seems

that there are unscrupulous rumours regarding aged champagne being

circulated."

Shiori's

heart skipped a beat.

"As you are the person in charge of handling and

coordinating champagne matters, I figured that it would be best if I informed

you of such an occurrence."

Just how much did Shou know about the scandal?

However, Shou did not continue prying into the issue.

"Ah, that's right. It seems that, a few days ago during

my wedding banquet, you got into a tiff with Kurosaki-san. Kurosaki-san is a

very important client to our country, thus I hope that you will keep that in

mind and refrain from such actions in the future," Shou ordered

Shiori.

That very

same vulgar man was someone who has earned Shou's trust. He was also someone

who - to the Kingdom of Ecuratol and Shou, had utmost importance.

In this

place, no one stood on the same side as Shiori.

After

relaying his orders to Shiori, without waiting for Shiori's reply, Shou left

the area.

Shiori just

noticed that his legs were trembling.

"Your

Highness, I have prepared tea for you."

As Shiori

said that he wanted to take a quick walk to catch some fresh air, and yet

returned only after a long time had passed, this made his secretary very

worried.

"......I

do not feel like drinking anything."

Shiori

simply did not have and mood to drink tea leisurely in his office.

He glared at

his worried secretary, making him keep quiet.

An

emotionless blizzard who could freeze everything around it.

That was

what everyone said of Shiori.

Excusing his

secretary of his duties, Shiori returned to his room alone . However, upon

reaching the door of his room, he realised that there was already someone

seated in the guest room which was connected to his bedroom.

That someone

was leisurely drinking tea.

A breeze

wafted through the open windows. Velvet curtains danced elegantly in the soft

breeze and the gentle sunlight bathed the entire room.

Shiori's

footsteps became slow.

He stood

frozen at the doorway, unable to move.

"Why on

earth are you here......!"

The man whom the country holds much importance in......

"I told the crown prince that I had some

work-related matters to discuss with you, and he very happily allowed me into

your room."

The person that allowed this man to enter his room was

none other than Shou.

That man spoke to Shiori with an air of superiority.

He calmly

placed the teacup down onto the saucer, stood up lazily and made his way towards

Shiori. After allowing Shiori to enter

the room, he closed the door behind Shiori.

Shiori's

back was pressed against the icy cold wall.

This time,

it was Kurosaki who restrained Shiori between his arms, in the very same manner

that Shou used to corner Shiori a few moments ago.

However, the

man standing in front of Shiori was much taller than Shou.

"Although

your younger brother is married, but I see that one can't let their guard down

huh."

Kurosaki

squinted his eyes dangerously.

"You

have been embraced by that younger brother of yours too, haven't you."

That was

when Shiori knew that Kurosaki happened to have chanced upon the scene where

Shou was giving him a stern warning.

"We are

siblings. Do not spout such nonsense!"

Just what

did this man misunderstand?

"Although

he is you brother, with such a beautiful person in front of him, it is hard to

guarantee that he does not have any sort of lewd desires toward you."

There should

be a limit to how much nonsense one can spill from one's mouth. Furthermore, he

was merely someone who had a more slender build - Shiori had to give it to

Kurosaki fro being able to label him as someone beautiful.

"You

really haven't been embraced by him?"

Unable to

tolerate Kurosaki's imprisoning gesture, Shiori wanted to escape, but that man

swiftly gripped Shiori's wrist.

"I have

changed my mind."

"I had originally

intended to leave the best for the last, but now, I don;t see the reason why I

should do so."

Kurosaki

grabbed Shiori's wrist and yanked Shiori into the connecting room.

That very

room was Shiori's bedroom.

Shiori was

being pulled onto the soft bed as Kurosaki bent over with one knee placed onto

the bed.

"I want

you to become mine this moment!"

Kurosaki

reached out towards Shiori's overcoat.

Wanting to

back away, Shiori tried to straighten his back. Having noticed Shiori's

intention, Kurosaki growled, "You aren't thinking of escaping now, are you?"

Shiori's

hand swiftly reached for the emergency call button that was placed at his

bedside cabinet, but Kurosaki's actions were quicker than Shiori's, and his

hand ended up being caught by Kurosaki's.

"A

kingdom's prince wouldn't do something as lowly and cowardly as going against

his promises, no?"

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