CHAPTER 449: ’THREE SECONDS.’

’Hah...why is he so fucking adorable.’ Heinz gritted his teeth, the sound of his own groan muffled as he slowly pushed himself inside.

Florian’s head fell back, a raw cry escaping his lips, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.

"A-Ah...Your...Majesty..." he moaned, voice delicate and trembling.

The heat—familiar and overwhelming—wrapped tightly around Heinz’s aching length. It was maddening. Tight, soft, pulsing warmth that seemed to beckon him deeper. H

e moved slowly, every motion deliberate, cautious, resisting the instinct to bury himself fast and deep. He didn’t want to hurt him—not after everything they’d been through.

But Florian’s face told a different story.

There was no pain.

Only bliss.

His lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, his lips parted in a perfect, breathless, cheeks flushed and body trembling beneath him. His back arched slightly, almost inviting.

There were practically hearts in his eyes, and it shattered Heinz’s restraint.

It was one thing to have taken his virginity in a haze of desperation, when emotions had been fragile and raw—but now?

Now this was real.

There was no tension, no looming threat. No interruptions.

Just them.

Just this.

Heinz paused once he was fully seated inside him, panting softly against Florian’s shoulder, trying—desperately—to keep himself composed. He could feel Florian twitching around him, a fluttering grip that clutched at him in a way that made Heinz’s whole body tremble.

He clenched his jaw, choking back a sound that might have been a moan.

"Tell me if I can move," he whispered, voice low and hoarse, burying his face into the curve of Florian’s neck. His hands trembled slightly where they held Florian’s hips.

Not even a second passed.

"M-Move...please..." Florian whimpered, voice so soft and needy that it undid everything Heinz had been holding back.

And that was all it took.

Something in him snapped.

He pulled back and thrust—once. A sharp cry escaped Florian’s throat.

Twice. His nails dug into Heinz’s back, leaving trails of heat.

Thrice—

And then—

Oh no.

It hit.

A jolt. A burn. A pulse of unbearable heat surging down Heinz’s spine and flooding through his core. His breath hitched. His stomach clenched. His entire body jerked in surprise.

"...Wait—"

His thighs trembled. His vision blurred.

"Fuck—!"

He felt it. The release tore through him, hot and humiliating, flooding out of him before he could even process it. The pleasure hadn’t even peaked—it was just gone, spent, far too soon.

Inside Florian.

Florian let out a breathless, confused sound, still panting beneath him, brow slightly furrowed in dazed disbelief.

"Y-Your Majesty...?" he asked softly, the question fragile.

Heinz didn’t move.

He was still inside him.

Still throbbing.

Still leaking.

Frozen.

Mortified.

’What the fuck?’ Heinz thought numbly.

That was three seconds.

Three fucking seconds.

Heinz Maxim Obsidian—the Arcanior King of Concordia. The strongest, most revered ruler in all the kingdoms. A man feared by warlords and nobles alike.

The man who succeeded a God’s task, the man who had lived a second life.

Had just—

Three seconds.

"Your Majesty...?" Florian said again, gently this time, laying a hand on Heinz’s back—tentative, comforting, but confused. "Did you... why...?"

His voice trailed off. No judgment. Just baffled concern.

And honestly, who wouldn’t be?

This was an abomination of a situation.

Heinz couldn’t lift his head. Couldn’t meet Florian’s eyes. Every inch of him flushed with deep, scalding shame. His hands trembled where they held onto Florian’s hips.

This wasn’t pride.

This was pure fucking humiliation.

Because what the actual fuck was that?

For the first time in his entire life, Heinz, The tyrant king of Concordia—

Genuinely, deeply, wished he was dead.

"Florian..." Heinz whispered, voice low and strained. He was still hard. He could still move.

He could still fix this.

He had to compose himself.

He was the fucking king.

"Florian, I’m going to move again," he said, quieter this time—nearly a plea beneath the surface. He clung to every ounce of control he had left, forcing himself to breathe, to ground himself in the moment.

He had experience. He wasn’t some fumbling boy. He’d had sex before—countless times, in fact. There was no way he could let this humiliating moment be the end of it.

This was nothing.

A small inconvenience.

Just a mistake he was going to bury under overwhelming, mind-numbing pleasure.

"O-Okay...?" Florian’s voice wavered, hesitant—and that made Heinz freeze.

There was no lust in it anymore.

No breathy eagerness.

Just uncertainty.

And somehow, that—that—struck deeper than any sword ever could.

A cold dread curled in his gut.

’Was this what embarrassment felt like?’

If so, he didn’t like it.

He didn’t like it one fucking bit.

And if there was anything Heinz Maxim Obsidian couldn’t stand—it was losing.

He was going to obliterate that memory from Florian’s head.

He was going to blow his pretty little mind until he couldn’t even remember his own name, let alone those cursed three seconds.

Yes.

’Indeed, I will.’

Heinz’s hand moved to cradle Florian’s face, finally finding the courage to look at him directly. Florian was still panting, cheeks flushed, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion.

Innocent. Unaware.

Too beautiful.

Yes—Heinz was going to make sure Florian felt so good he’d forget everything else.

"My apologies in advance," Heinz muttered, voice rough with promise.

"Huh—?"

Because this time?

This time, he was going to be rough.

He had to make Florian forget.

He shifted, steadying his breath, gripping Florian’s hips tighter. He pulled back slowly, adjusting his pace, mentally preparing himself to thrust again—deep and hard.

Florian whimpered softly as he felt the movement, his voice catching. Heinz groaned at the sound, gripping tighter, focus razor-sharp as the heat returned.

Yes. This was it.

This time, he’d reclaim his dignity.

He was about to move—

And then:

A knock.

"Your Majesty! Your Highness! Good morning, it is I... Drizelous!"

The shrill, sing-song voice came through the door like a dagger to the spine.

Heinz’s eyes snapped open, horror and disbelief slamming into him.

No.

The room went dead silent.

Then—

A crack.

A low, terrifying rumble of magic pulsed through the floorboards.

And in the next second, the entire room shook as an explosive surge of raw, furious energy burst out from Heinz.

"Y-Your Majesty?!"