The winter of year 10034 of the Yulan calendar was an extremely bad one for Emperor Gaffney [Jia’fu’ni] of the Rohault Empire.
“Your Imperial Majesty.” Gaffney’s most beloved consort, an eighteen year old who was also a water-style magus, was lying atop of him, intentionally using the two firm points on her chest to massage Gaffney’s body. Emperor Gaffney was a warrior of the seventh rank, and his body was quite tough.
In the past, he probably would have already flipped this beautiful woman over and pressed her beneath his thighs.
But today, he wasn’t in the mood.
“Scram. F*ck off.” Emperor Gaffney irritably pushed the beautiful consort away from him.
The brown-haired beauty couldn’t help but take two stumbling steps back, and then, forcing out a smile, she bowed and stepped back.
Beautiful women?
He was about to lose his Empire. How could he be in the mood to frolic and cavort with beautiful women?
