[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 135 [English]

Chapter 131 Winter Night

I was under the light, Uther was in the darkness, and the stone arch of the niche became the dividing line between us.I stared at him blankly. He was wearing a perfectly tailored costume, tall and cold, with a golden crown on his forehead, and his dark golden hair was pulled back, revealing a handsome and resolute face.This “he” is a monarch armed with royal power, not mine, not mine.

However, right before my eyes, the majestic and inviolable king spread his hands, melted away his arrogance, and smiled at me.

“Come.” He spat out gently in his low voice.

I didn’t move.

A few days ago, I missed him terribly, and I had countless things to ask and tell him.But now, watching him open his arms to me, I suddenly feel timid.If I go over and fall into his arms, what will we become?Am I really always a pet that comes and goes when he calls me?

Is this what I want?

I was struggling with these questions and was indecisive.Seeing that I didn’t obey, he smiled helplessly and stepped towards me.

Somehow, my steps moved backward.he paused, then insisted on moving forward, he advanced, and I retreated, until my back touched the curtain of the terrace door. I had no way to hide, and I looked at a loss. He slowly came to me, and caged me in the shadow with his tall body.

“Is this a confession?” He chuckled above me: “Why didn’t you do this that night?”

Yes, that night… I haven’t met his fiancée yet, and I haven’t really felt the oppression that he is about to marry the queen.That night, he put aside his responsibilities as a king just so he could embrace me.I thought he also missed me deeply, but would he really miss me?

My eyes were hot, I lowered my eyelashes and trembled silently.I didn’t see the expression on He’s face above me that was cold without a trace, and he asked softly:

“What? Are you angry with Daddy?”

It is impossible for me in my life to know how, at this moment, if I had given a different answer, my fate would have been reversed.The cruel thing about opportunity is that you can only have it once. No matter how you regret it later, there is no possibility of turning it around.I didn’t see his expression, nor did I hear the chill in his tone. When I heard the words he, for some reason, I saw him sitting on a high throne, with no joy or anger on his face.My heart suddenly hurt like a knife, and I shook my head subconsciously, then plunged into his arms and hugged his waist tightly.

No, I won’t, and it can’t be.I will not be his person, his subject, his kingdom, always asking from him, the more he gives, the more I want from him.No, I don’t want it.What he gave me was all I embraced.I will not betray, never abandon, and will never let him down.

Just be a pet, I don’t care anymore.Since he wants to dedicate everything he has to this country, then let me give everything I have to him.

My reaction was beyond his expectation.He’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, and he looked down at me buried in his chest, and the coldness that suddenly descended disappeared in an instant.The next second, he raised the corners of his mouth, and his blue eyes melted into the ocean under the moon, vast, lonely, and silent for thousands of years.

“What happened?” he asked softly, patting my back with his hand.

I hugged him, feeling his temperature and his breath, as if I was back a few months ago, as if we had never been separated.I took a deep breath, sucked the scent of he into my chest, and whispered: “I just miss you…”

My head was buried, and my voice was almost inaudible, but in this quiet stone niche, he did not escape his capture.he A pair of big hands suddenly grasped my ribs and lifted me up.I have no fear, and I am happy with whatever he does to me.My feet lifted off the ground and, being held up by he, I pushed open the ajar wooden patio door behind me.The cold winter came and enveloped us mercilessly, but none of us felt cold anymore.He carried me and strode up to the terrace, bathed in the bright moonlight, and put me on the stone railing of the terrace. The next moment, we hugged each other tightly, he hugged my waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck, his head sank into the crook of my neck, and I could clearly feel his hot breath on my smooth neck.

“Baby, Daddy misses you too.”

“Do you think about it every day?”

“Well, I think about it every day, every night.”

Until countless years later, I still thought this was the happiest moment in my life.Our identities, pasts, or any other barriers no longer exist.We are just a pair of passionate lovers, our bodies are so close together that our breath and body temperature have become one.I listened to he reveal his extremely precious words of love, just two sentences and a few words, but they made my heart feel hot in the cold winter.He held me so tightly, it was as if he wanted to embed me into his body, and his kisses fell on my hair, ears, eyebrows, cheeks… But this was not enough. He held up my face, lowered his head to kiss me, and his hot and soft lips lingered on my face. I raised my little face, like a tender flower in the drizzle, trembling slightly to welcome him, feeling heHis lips went down from my forehead and cheeks, and his fingers lifted my chin higher, and they were about to cover my lips…

At this moment, a flash occurred in my mind, and I pushed him with all my strength in a panic: “Wait…it doesn’t work here…”

But I forgot where I am now.I was sitting on the stone railing of the terrace, with a three-story drop behind me. I pushed him, leaned back, and almost fell down.I screamed, and at the critical moment, Uther’s big hand held my lower back, saving my life.Hold me tightly in your arms.

This little episode broke the compulsion we had just felt.I lay in he’s arms, in shock. He was probably also frightened. He hugged me tightly for a while, then slid his hand from my waist to my buttocks, and patted me hard twice.

“You little idiot, what are you doing!” He said with a sullen face, beating and scolding: “What if I fall?”

I knew I was in the wrong, so I endured the beatings from he and whispered aggrievedly: “You can’t kiss my mouth, it’s rouge.”

He was stunned, and stopped hitting me. The air was silent for a while, and then right in front of my eyes, he’s chest shook slightly, and he laughed uncontrollably.

I was immediately annoyed.Why are you laughing?I’m not here for you!I was dressed up today, with a rare rouge on my lips.The lipsticks of this era are not as long-lasting and anti-flaking as the lipsticks of the modern era. They basically fall off as soon as you rub them.If we kiss, not only will the color of my lips fade away, but he will be even more amused. Has anyone seen His Majesty the King wearing lipstick?

We are now at his fiancée’s welcome ball. There are hundreds of pairs of eyes downstairs staring at their king and me as the king’s mistress.If my rouge flowers, or any powder on his body, will become a huge scandal, and even shake the peace maintained by the South and the North, then it will be really over!