[WARNING: This chapter contains R-18 scenes.]
Lawrend had zero experience of being an Emperor. He knew about Imperial Edicts, but he had never tried making one before. He wasn't embarrassed because he knew it wasn't something to be embarrassed about.
"Sit down, Master. It's not as comfortable as your throne. Or would you rather sit on my lap?" Humility asked and blinked at him.
She stared straight into his eyes and eagerly waited for his answer. She was like a dog waiting for its owner to take it out for a walk.
"Why not?" Lawrend responded.
He had never tried sitting on a woman's lap. It was something worth trying.
"Sure, Master. Hehe."
Humility sat back down on the chair and patted her lap. Lawrend sat on her and positioned himself comfortably on top of her.
"So what do I do?" Lawrend asked.
"Ehe-ehehehehehe… You smell so good, Master…" Humility giggled maniacally.
