The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Ah, aah.

“Adrian. My… My back.”

Carl called out to Adrian in a voice that was hoarse in a pleasant way.

“Yes, yes.”

Adrian rushed over and massaged Carl’s back.

“Oof, oof.”

Even at the sight of Carl groaning like an eighty-year-old, a sight devoid of any sexiness, Adrian became aroused.

Saliva kept pooling in his mouth at the sight of the body covered in reddish-purple bruises he had made.

<Alphas are all beings close to magical beasts. This means they will leave scars on their partners, whether physically or psychologically. Even for Your Highness the esteemed Crown Prince, it is no different, so always exercise self-control and check yourself.>

This was the very first lesson the extremely dominant Alpha Adrian Heineken had received.

At the time, it was very shocking and also hurtful.

After the experience of his first rut, where he realized it was a last resort from his instructor, he had agreed with it and forgotten about it for a while.

But seeing himself easily aroused by his lover, who was lying ill because of him, he was reminded of that teaching anew.

“Does it still hurt a lot?”

To distract himself from the desire that kept rising, Adrian spoke to Carl.

“Why, are you worried?”

“Yes. Because I’m sorry.”

Carl gave a faint smile. Then, with a grunt, he sat up.

Adrian draped a soft, thin gown over his naked body.

“You don’t have to apologize every time you’re in rut. I enjoyed it enough, too.”

Carl licked his lips once and wrapped his arms around Adrian’s neck, facing him.

His upper body was definitely sorry, but why did his lower body look not sorry at all? A smile kept escaping at that discrepancy.

Adrian sighed deeply and pulled Carl closer.

Carl’s body was a potent drug to Adrian. It was similar to Tenjira in that a small amount was helpful, but long-term use could drive one mad.

Of course, it would be Carl who would be overworked by a mad Adrian, but the scars on Carl’s body would be a pain for Adrian as well, so it was all the same.

What if, after coveting and coveting, one day I crush Carl Lindbergh?

With a groundless anxiety, Adrian fiddled with the back of Carl’s hand and muttered.

“Why do you keep smiling? You’ll be in big trouble if you keep that up.”

At his sulky tone, Carl smiled like a flower in full bloom, as if to show him.

“Who will? You? Or me?”

The pheromones with the most exquisite fragrance were a bonus.

Adrian gritted his teeth.

This is dangerous. Really.

“Are you doing this on purpose? My rut only just ended.”

And I desire you always, even when I’m not in rut, Adrian growled.

“You can’t even do as you please when I tell you to.”

As Carl smiled with a pout, Adrian licked his chapped lips and set his teeth.

“Are you provoking me?”

“Aah. No, I surrender.”

Adrian, who pushed down the chuckling Carl, reigned in his excitement and counted numbers in his head.

Today, he absolutely had to exercise self-control.

If Belfry had been here, he would have made a fuss about them playing around again, but Adrian and Carl, already deeply immersed in their own world, were too busy expressing their affection, bickering back and forth.

After a long time of kissing, sucking, and laughing, Adrian and Carl lay side by side on the bed.

Even while lying down, the sea and sky came into view through the wide window.

It was cliché, but the sea could only be described as emerald, and the sky with its ambiguous boundary. And the cumulus clouds, drifting by like dots.

The sound of branches being trimmed in the garden, which could be heard if one listened closely, and the voices of the servants, chatting in small groups.

The occasional raindrops that fell, wetting the wide-leaved grass.

Everything was good.

On top of that, the three meals a day and snacks were all a super-luxurious menu reflecting Carl Lindbergh’s opinions.

If one were to put a price on it, it was like staying at a five-star, no, a six-star hotel.

It was an overwhelming and burdensome luxury.

It was even more so when he looked back on his past days, where the entirety of a light refreshment was walking along the Han River without spending a penny, occasionally cracking open a beer, or visiting a botanical garden after coaxing a reluctant Jaeyoung.

He wanted to enjoy it to the fullest now. That way, he could use it as nourishment for the rest of his life.

After admiring the scenery to his heart’s content, he suddenly looked back at Adrian, who was also gazing at him intently.

His eyes seemed to say that if he could devour a person with his gaze, he would.

Adrian opened his mouth.

“Watching you sleep like this every day is my greatest joy these days.”

“There you go with the cheesy lines again.”

Carl, embarrassed, chided him, but he was the same.

“Actually, me too.”

“I’m glad. That we feel the same.”

Carl rustled in his seat and got up, opening the drawer of the bedside table.

Adrian, who got up along with him, couldn’t even smile at what Carl held out, his lips trembling.

“What… is this?”

“Give me your hand.”

Carl Lindbergh took Adrian’s left hand.

A ring with a large, fine diamond and green garnets densely decorating its surroundings was placed on his ring finger.

Adrian’s eyes shook uncontrollably.

Carl knelt down politely.

It was on the bed, and they were both naked, so it was far from grand, but he didn’t particularly care.

“To be honest, I’ve never thought about my assets. When I opened my eyes, I was a prince who had everything, and then, after that, I didn’t need it because I was only benefiting from you.”

Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off Carl, who had begun to speak quietly.

The time was the day before the coronation. Leia Lindbergh had handed Carl Lindbergh a small box full of jewels.

<You should have your own private property, shouldn’t you? Actually, I wanted to give you an enormous dowry and save face, but I can’t afford more than this right now, so I have no choice. I’m sorry.>

Leia said it had been bothering her all along that her only blood relative was marrying into the Empire without even a dowry.

“The reason I couldn’t say I didn’t need such a thing was because the moment I saw those jewels, you came to mind.”

There were so many things he wanted to say in response, but Adrian waited until Carl finished speaking.

Carl stroked the back of his hand, just as Adrian always did to him.

“In the world I lived in, you give a ring when you propose. I see it’s the same here.”

It was such a relief. That there was something left for Carl Lindbergh to give to Adrian.

So that night, after meeting Leia, Carl secretly contacted the Empire without Adrian’s knowledge.

“It took a little while. It took a full two weeks to send the down payment to the craftsman in the Empire, receive the item, and deliver the remaining balance.”

And then, when he was out of his mind with Adrian’s rut, the ring finally arrived at the villa in Eugenie where they were staying.

The people who had helped with this were none other than Grand Duke Balvenie and Duke Hendrick.

Balvenie used his connections to find a craftsman famous for his unique workmanship, and Duke Hendrick paid the down payment on behalf of Carl, who didn’t have enough time to pay the price himself.

Carl Lindbergh had only one request for the craftsman.

To make it so splendid that the ring itself could be his symbol, being the only one of its kind in the world.

So that if it were lost or stolen, it could be recognized at a glance.

But he wanted it without magic stones. He wanted pure jewels themselves.

The craftsman, who was secretly hired, after learning that he was making a proposal ring for Adrian Heineken, searched high and low for all sorts of green jewels.

Thus, in the center, a pure white diamond symbolizing immutability was placed, and around it, hydrogrossulars, which most closely resembled the Crown Prince’s eye color, were densely embedded.

What made it unique was that instead of gold or silver, which were easy to cast, the jewels were set in polished crystal to add a distinctive touch.

Carl Lindbergh spent all the fortune Leia had given him on the price of those jewels.

“I don’t know much about jewels, but Grand Duke Balvenie guaranteed the quality.”

That alone made it valuable, but since it was the second gift Carl had given to Adrian, it had already become a priceless treasure in Adrian’s heart.

The first, needless to say, was Carl Lindbergh himself.

“I’ve only ever received from you. The confession, everything I have now. Even if you were generous and let me say you proposed the engagement first. Before we get married, I really wanted to ask you.”

Carl, with a slightly trembling hand, covered the back of Adrian’s hand and kissed it.

“The meaning of this jewel is ‘the completion of love.’ So, Adrian Heineken…”

As if mesmerized, Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off Carl’s lips.

He watched as his lips moved, the words weaving like magic, binding his heart.

“Will you marry me, and live with me for the rest of our lives? I’ll make you happy.”

“Carl.”

Adrian’s moist voice barely escaped his lips.

Contrary to his calm exterior, his heart was leaping.

The one person he wanted to possess was now speaking of a lifetime with him.

“…Answer me.”

When Adrian just stared at him blankly, Carl, his cheeks burning, pressed the back of one hand to his eyes.

It was ticklish and shaky.

They were already engaged and imprinted, so it wasn’t awkward to be called a married couple.

And even though he was certain of Adrian’s love, he was still nervous.

Adrian couldn’t answer readily and pressed both hands to his nose.

Carl watched him and rubbed his cold fingertips.

It was the first time he had placed someone above Jaeyoung.

It was the first time he had decided to love himself for someone else’s sake.

He had never dreamed he would fall in love with a man.

Everything had been difficult for Carl Lindbergh, but paradoxically, the process had passed by smoothly.

That was all due to Adrian’s steadfast affection. Without him, Carl Lindbergh’s life was nothing.

Adrian didn’t need to break Carl Lindbergh’s ankles.

Without needing to, Carl was Adrian’s, and Adrian was Carl’s.

“Adrian?”

“Just a moment.”

Carl, who had been lost in thought, turned his head to check the expression of Adrian, who still couldn’t answer, and was startled.

“H-Huh? What’s wrong?”

“I-It’s, it’s nothing.”

That Adrian Heineken was shedding tears like chicken droppings over such a simple proposal.

And with his chin puckered up like a walnut and the corners of his mouth turned down.

“What’s wrong? Huh? Don’t cry.”

Flustered, Carl hugged Adrian’s head.

He had thought he would be happy, but he never imagined he would cry.

“I never imagined it. I wanted to be the one to give a grand proposal first.”

Adrian, sniffling and with reddened eyes, clung to Carl’s waist.

It was a character collapse so severe that Lulu would have lamented it if she had seen it.

Adrian answered, choking back tears, “Thank you, Carl Lindbergh. For coming to me.”

“It’s nothing. Over such a small thing.”

Carl, who had been comforting Adrian, feigning composure, clutched his own stinging nose.

The crybaby obsessive top and the crybaby sweet bottom hugged each other and cried for a long time.

Until a servant, worried about the two who had shown signs of being awake but hadn’t come out of the room, knocked on the door.