"You're just making excuses," Laluna scowled even more. "I believe that it was you who came up with this for your amusement!"
"Honey," Dante turned his wife to face him, hugged her slender waist tighter, and stroked her cheek so gently. "If you don't believe me, go see His Majesty the King, and ask him yourself."
Hearing this, Laluna's jealousy subsided a little. She was so happy in her heart because it meant she could repeat her intercourse with Pramudya Antaguna without her husband knowing.
However, ever since the king had intercourse with her, Laluna had always imagined and even dreamed of the might of the king in bed that exceeded her own husband's abilities.
But of course, Laluna was smart enough not to show it in front of Dante.
"Unfortunately," said Dante with a broad smile, "I cannot accompany you to the palace, my dear."
