Although the Pharaoh was called a god walking among mortals, even a god could not make a man pregnant.
Both of them knew this well, but Shamule was inexplicably stimulated by Xin Hexue’s words.
After just one or two rounds, Xin Hexue was so exhausted he couldn’t even lift a finger.
It was obvious to anyone that his physical constitution was significantly inferior to Shamule’s, but there was a difference between knowing it literally and experiencing it deeply.
Only after deeply experiencing it did he understand that what counted as once for Shamule was already enough to wear him out for what felt like three rounds.
And why… so slowly…
Xin Hexue’s entire body was glistening with a sheen of moisture. As he lay on his back, he felt as if the painted ceiling of the palace was spinning, the golden patterns drifting out from the dome, floating and wavering in the air.
The thin muscles of his abdomen suddenly began to spasm, urging, “Fast, faster.”
Shamule moved forward, looking deep into the eyes of his Ankh. This movement caused Xin Hexue’s legs to hang over the crook of his arms, and his waist bent flexibly .
So the Divine Envoy was not only soft-hearted, but even his body was so soft.
Shamule lowered his head, his hand moving towards his Ankh’s abdomen that was now slightly swollen, then moved downwards and grasped decisively. He looked into Xin Hexue’s eyes, breathing heavily, and said, “Wait for me.”
With that, Shamule moved silently for several dozen strokes, then suddenly embraced the Divine Envoy tightly.
Xin Hexue whimpered, feeling as if the dome before his eyes had been blasted open by white fireworks. A rushing torrent of heat flowed downwards, merging with another turbulent, advancing turbid flow.
Even after Shamule withdrew, his waist continued to tremble, like a jasmine bush drenched by a summer night storm.
As his mind grew hazy, Xin Hexue faintly heard Shamule call for water.
He instinctively covered his abdomen.
The feeling of fullness seemed to linger, and the fluid was still flowing out in streams.
It was really…a complete mess.
Xin Hexue closed his eyes. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Shamule leaned in closer, so close that his nose bridge almost touched Xin Hexue’s thigh, his breath directed towards the apex of his legs. Xin Hexue thought about kicking him, but after consideration, it seemed too much effort, so he reluctantly let it go.
Shamule: “What a pity.”
Xin Hexue let out a light hum from his nose, “Hmm?”
Shamule stared, and whispered, “I’m talking about our child, it’s gone.”
“….?”
The cat’s brain sluggishly turned over the words twice before understanding what Shamule meant by “child” and “gone.”
Was there no end to this?
With what organ did he come up with that metaphor?
“Roll!”
‘Damn pervert.’
Xin Hexue didn’t want to curse him. He knew with his tail that it would only please Shamule more.
‘Wait, tail?’
A fluffy, snow-white tail swayed involuntarily before his eyes.
So…
Getting too comfortable would make the tail appear…
Xin Hexue thought sluggishly, unable to resist sleep any longer, and closed his eyes.
……
[Rahotep Heartbreak Value +30]
Xin Hexue vaguely remembered hearing this notification last night. To rule out the possibility it was an illusion born of his brain turning to mush, he confirmed it again with K after waking up.
[Rahotep’s heartbreak value is currently 60]
Most of the original points had slowly accumulated during his time in Upper Egypt. Previously, in moments Xin Hexue hadn’t noticed, Rahotep had experienced fluctuations of emotion, like jealousy.
But why did it suddenly jump thirty points last night?
After pondering for a while, Xin Hexue still couldn’t reach a conclusion.
He hadn’t set any heartbreak value traps in Upper Egypt. After all, when Huowen led the Lower Egyptian army to the gates, tricking them and forcibly abducting him, he hadn’t even reacted before he was already thrown over Huowen’s shoulder and had no time to prepare any contingencies.
Xin Hexue knew that K’s value notifications were broadcast in real-time, so something must have happened last night involving Rahotep, and it was related to him.
Shamule stared at him unblinkingly, unmoving, like a stone gazing longingly at its wife.
His gaze was so intense it seemed about to condense into a beam of light, and Xin Hexue found it hard to ignore.
Seeing Xin Hexue look back, Shamule seemed to come to his senses and asked, “No appetite?”
Xin Hexue: “…… It’s alright.”
On the dining table was wheat porridge with various nutrients added, specially ordered by Shamule. Worried that Xin Hexue might have no appetite, there were also side dishes placed alongside it.
Probably, after he fell asleep last night, Shamule had cleaned up and applied medicine, so besides a sore waist, Xin Hexue didn’t really feel any other discomfort.
But even that alone was hard to bear.
He shifted, adjusting the position of the down pillow behind his waist, which the maid had placed against the back of the chair before the meal.
Shamule then gently gathered Xin Hexue into his arms and onto his lap.
Xin Hexue wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but Shamule seemed to have made a small movement, secretly touching his buttocks.
This action was no different from plucking hairs from a tiger’s head.
Xin Hexue grasped his wrist, warning, “…… Control your hands.”
“It was just an accident.”
Shamule was radiating happiness all over. He didn’t even deliberately say anything provocative, instead obediently feeding the food to Xin Hexue’s mouth.
Xin Hexue felt he was acting strange.
…….
Although the incident was ugly, Shamule ultimately chose not to kill Taibesha, but instead placed her under house arrest, decreeing that she must guard that temple of the goddess Isis for life.
Of course, the fact that she could receive such lenient treatment after kidnapping the Pharaoh’s Ankh, the Divine Envoy of the Two Lands, was based on two premises. One was that Xin Hexue had not suffered any serious injuries, and the other was because Shamule’s mother had once told Shamule that no matter what Taibesha did in the future, she hoped Shamule would spare Taibesha’s life.
It was equivalent to a token of immunity from death.
Taibesha did not know about this latter matter until today, when she heard it from Shamule’s own mouth.
How she reacted, Xin Hexue did not know. This time, he did not enter the temple, but waited outside in the sedan chair for Shamule.
When Shamule came out, Xin Hexue opened his eyes from his light nap and faintly heard a mournful, sobbing sound from the corridor leading into the temple’s interior.
“What happened?”
Xin Hexue looked at Shamule.
Shamule said nothing, only gave him a hug. “I miss you, I love you.”
Xin Hexue glanced at the sun, it was still in the same position. This unexpectedly sentimental Red King had been away from him for only less than ten minutes.
‘Too clingy!’
The Red King expressed his love as freely as he expressed his liking for Xin Hexue’s slaps…unrestrained and without any beating around the bush.
As soon as the curtains of the sedan fell, Shamule eagerly pressed his hand against the back of Xin Hexue’s head, delivering an unavoidable, feverish, sticky kiss.
Xin Hexue couldn’t push him away, and even the resistance of his tongue was interpreted by Shamule as an active welcome. Their lips and tongues entangled obsessively like the Blue Nile and the White Nile, inseparable after merging. The tingling stimulation splashed like water passing over a cliff waterfall, flowing inversely up their spines, wetly streaming through the season.
By the time Shamule released him, Xin Hexue’s lips were already crimson red, and his slender neck was glistening with sweat, showing a pink, glazed hue as if washed by water.
Shamule pressed a kiss onto those snow-white eyelashes. “I am very lucky.”
It wasn’t until evening, when Xin Hexue was leisurely feeding birds in the courtyard, that he heard the reason from Shamule.
“Taibesha has always loved my mother, but she never spoke it aloud,” Shamule said indifferently. “Now, she may not necessarily still want revenge on Assyria so fiercely. After all, she knows well that the era belonging to the previous generation has passed.”
“Taibesha kidnapped you that day, deliberately provoked me and forced me to show my madness just to prove she was right.”
Shamule held bread crumbs in his hand, placed there by Xin Hexue. A bird pecked at them in his palm and was caught unexpectedly.
“Chirp, chirp chirp!”
The little bird struggled, emitting cries.
Shamule: “She was jealous of me, she wanted to prove that a madman like me is to be feared and not worthy of love.”
If Xin Hexue showed any emotion of fear, resistance, or disgust, it would unintentionally prove that Taibesha’s past decision to not voice her love due to fear was the correct behavior. It would mean she made the right choice that any normal person would make, with no need for regret or remorse.
Shamule glanced at the little bird in his palm, then suddenly opened his hand. The bird, which had been safely nestled there, naturally flew away when released.
See, he had learned a bit of a tenderness from the Divine Envoy.
Shamule kissed Xin Hexue’s forehead and hair. “That’s why I said, I am very lucky.”
In this life, there would never be another person like this for him.
So he also intended to make changes for the sake of their shared future.
Xin Hexue raised his hand, touched Shamule’s golden hair, and patiently waited for him to continue. “Hmm?”
“I have already issued an order to prohibit the cultivation of the Forget-Worry herb,” Shamule said, his eyes dark, having made up his mind. “After this season’s Forget-Worry herb is made into the final batch of Forget-Worry Incense, it will be destroyed, along with all the Forget-Worry Incense in the storerooms.”
The decision he made undoubtedly involved life and death.
“Since you tolerate me, accept me, and trust me,” Shamule’s eyes reflected Xin Hexue’s outline, “then I can also have the courage to end this dark mistake and prevent the errors of history from repeating themselves.”
To ensure his Ankh would not be widowed at a young age, Shamule would resist and overcome the Forget-Worry Incense even if it meant tearing at his own flesh. He absolutely would not degenerate into a beast devoid of all reason.
He spoke with great seriousness, but Xin Hexue let out a light, soft laugh.
“No need for that. Have you forgotten again that I am the Divine Envoy?”
Xin Hexue took off the small ceramic bottle from behind his neck. Inside was the holy water, an item he had exchanged many points for. There was only a very small amount. He had used it once before at the quarry to save a slave who was severely injured by the explosion’s impact, and afterwards had K store it away properly.
Xin Hexue was only waiting for the answer to one question. “How many soldiers in Lower Egypt require the Forget-Worry Incense?”
Shamule looked at the pottery bottle. Although he didn’t know what it was or its function, he answered honestly, “Currently, about five hundred people.” For an elite guard force, this number was not small.
Since the holy water had the effect of bringing the dead back to life, then diluting it five hundred times to solve the lingering effects of the Forget-Worry Incense probably wouldn’t be a problem either. Xin Hexue smiled at Shamule. “Don’t worry, it’s enough.”
In a good mood, he opened his left hand, which still held some bread crumbs. The birds returned and perched on the railing by the pool, chirping and hopping as they pecked at the food in Xin Hexue’s hand.
In contrast to the plain brown and grey feathers of the birds, the carnelian ring on the ring finger of Xin Hexue’s left hand appeared increasingly vibrant.
This even led to a small incident.
A hawk circling high above swooped down, startling the small birds away and nearly snatching Xin Hexue’s ring.
It did not succeed. Instead, Shamule injured its foot, causing it to lose a few feathers as it flapped its wings and fled in disarray.
What it had almost managed to steal was the ring that formed a pair with Shamule’s, the one inscribed inside with the name “Nefer Iah”. This was a bad omen.
Because his brother, the White King, kept a hawk.
Shamule’s previously joyful mood was instantly trampled upon, and his face darkened, a faint anger rising in his eyes.
…….
However, the Red King’s bad mood did not last long before he was struck by happiness.
That night, Xin Hexue actively asked him if he wanted to do it.
When Shamule turned his juicy Ankh over like a cream-filled pastry, he lowered his head, his voice hoarse as he buried his face and said, “I want to see your tail…Lord Divine Envoy.”
The snow-white cat tail, which had once appeared briefly, indeed emerged from the base of his spine.
Shamule was completely captivated, swearing to join the ranks of the Divine Envoy’s followers and become his chief believer.
By the time the furry right ear was nibbled from behind and he was deeply buried inside again, Xin Hexue was trembling uncontrollably. “……Mmm!”
His crimson lips parted unconsciously, unable to suppress the mewling sounds.
Xin Hexue barely maintained his consciousness and indeed heard it… [Rahotep Heartbreak Value+10]
His muddled brain connected the two events, and his conjecture was indeed verified.
It seemed there was some kind of emotional connection. During intimacy, it could cause the other twin brother to produce a heartbreak value.
If making love originally produced love value points from one brother, then the other correspondingly produced heartbreak value points….
Xin Hexue felt dizzy but could not avoid thinking.
Then, from the perspective of maximizing efficiency…
If it were with two people at once, under the most optimistic estimate, wouldn’t he be able to gain four times the points?
