The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much Chapter 152 - Side Story 🔞

After the child was handed over to the servant and returned to his room, Carl curled up like a child in Adrian’s still-warm embrace.

Adrian patted Carl’s back, just as Carl had done for Charlene earlier.

Rubbing his lips from Carl’s forehead down to his chin, Adrian broached the subject.

“A formal marriage proposal has arrived from Lindbergh.”

“Huh? Really?”

Carl Lindbergh’s eyes widened.

After Leia Lindbergh’s coronation as king of the Principality, Belfry Hendrick, who had stayed in Lindbergh for a year, returned to the Ducal estate in the Empire.

It was an inevitable choice because it was premature for marriage, and strict procedures existed for a union between an Imperial Ducal family and a Principality.

Nevertheless, Belfry spent his recurring heats and ruts with Leia Lindbergh.

Moved by their devotion, the Emperor acknowledged the two without much comment.

“Since their relationship is practically official, even if it’s just a formality, we won’t be able to stop a few nobles from objecting.”

So Adrian sighed, saying he might be busy for a while.

“Not just because she’s my sister, but Leia is truly a wonderful person. I wonder if she looks lesser in others’ eyes.”

When Carl lowered his eyebrows worriedly, Adrian caressed his face.

“It’s a relationship approved by His Majesty the Emperor and the Ducal family. What can they do even if they object? The two of them like each other.”

At most, it would stop at grumbling, but since they couldn’t be completely ignored, he had to pretend to persuade them.

That was the reason why, no matter how powerful the Heineken Imperial Family was, the nobles had no choice but to respect them.

Hoping that the love between his sister and his close friend would come to fruition without much noise, Carl placed his hand on Adrian’s chest, played with his fingers, and swallowed dryly.

“Hey, Adrian.”

“Hm?”

Even at Carl’s hot breath touching his chest and his light touch, Adrian, who had been in a state of excitement since earlier, naturally pulled back Carl’s gown and sucked on his nape.

Carl wrapped his arms around Adrian’s neck and squeezed his eyes shut.

It wasn’t good to hide it for long, so he had to tell Adrian today.

“By any chance… what if… what if I’m infertile?”

“What?”

Adrian raised his head abruptly.

“I still haven’t had a proper heat yet. They say it’s hard for male omegas to get pregnant without a heat.”

Carl bit his lip gently.

He wasn’t doubting Adrian’s love.

However, for nearly three years, while Adrian had gone into rut dozens of times, Carl Lindbergh had only gone into heat a couple of times, and even then, it stopped at the level of getting easily excited. This was Carl Lindbergh’s worry these days.

‘Originally, pregnancy and childbirth for male omegas are not easy tasks. Do not harm your body with needless worry and put your mind at ease.’

The imperial physician explained it as if it were nothing. However, Carl Lindbergh kept the worst-case scenario in mind.

They were still young, and Adrian didn’t seem to particularly want children, but there was no guarantee that it would remain that way as time passed.

“If, between us… we never have a child forever…”

“Haa… Carl.”

Adrian hugged Carl Lindbergh tightly.

“I’m fine even if we don’t have a child between us. Look.”

Adrian held him in his arms and tickled the back of his head.

As long, well-shaped fingers repeatedly stroked his hair, Carl buried his nose in Adrian’s chest and inhaled his pheromones deeply.

“As long as I have you, I’m happy. You know that, right?”

I know, I know, but…

Carl hugged Adrian’s back.

This reliable man, who couldn’t be fully embraced in one armful, was always on Carl Lindbergh’s side.

“But, the Imperial Family…”

Wouldn’t they still prefer to have an heir? Even if it’s fine now, people will definitely talk in the future.

Adrian rubbed Carl’s furrowed brow, which still looked full of worry, with his hand to smooth it out.

“The Imperial Family most loathes the act of forcibly creating a child simply to continue the Heineken bloodline.”

“Mnn. I know that too.”

Seeing Carl fidgeting uncomfortably, Adrian sighed and swept his hair back.

Adrian hoped Carl wouldn’t have any more useless thoughts.

“Shh.”

Carl’s lips were blocked. Adrian’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down vigorously. He swallowed every drop of fluid leaking from the corner of his mouth, captivating Carl.

Hugging Carl breathtakingly tight, enough to make his shoulders rise, Adrian hid his expression.

He didn’t want to let on that what Carl Lindbergh was seriously worrying about sounded like luck to him.

‘Rather, if I say it’s a good thing… Will you hate me?’

Because I don’t have to share your warmth with anyone else.

Or because you don’t have to be in pain or suffer.

I’m actually glad.

I hope Carl never notices my dark inner thoughts for the rest of his life.

One corner of Adrian’s mouth lifted.

***

Adrian twisted Carl Lindbergh’s nipple until he let out a scream of ack! and attached his lips, tangling their tongues.

“Haaa…”

“You wouldn’t know, but when I touch you like this, a good scent radiates from your body. Whether it’s heat or not, that doesn’t matter to me at all.”

Adrian settled himself between the legs of Carl, who had become naked at some point.

Looking at Adrian’s tightly knit upper body, Carl let out a small sigh.

He thought Adrian might slack off a bit as he aged, but this man with no gaps had gotten even better in shape these days.

“Ah, truly handsome.”

“It’s all yours, touch as much as you want.”

As Carl Lindbergh muttered as if possessed, Adrian laughed mischievously, took his hand, and made him stroke his washboard abs as if showing off.

“I’m envious. Why doesn’t mine split like that?”

“Take it easy.”

Of course, Carl Lindbergh’s body, which he consistently trained, had also become noticeably firmer.

The slender and frail prince was no more.

His meager chest had swelled with elasticity, 11-line abs were distinct on his stomach, his waist was flexible, and his buttocks were lifted.

Perhaps because of that, Adrian craved Carl Lindbergh like nutrients that were insufficient even if consumed daily.

“Stop getting prettier. Hm? It makes me anxious.”

Adrian gripped Carl’s buttocks tightly with both hands.

His lips touched the collarbone, creating dotted bruises, and his fingers were already caressing the lower regions that were slowly getting wet.

“Ahh… there.”

The fingers that swept over the scrotum and groped down the perineum entered the tightly shut hole without hesitation.

The legs flinched and curled up, then lost strength at the careful thrusting and fell open to both sides.

“Shall I lick it for you?”

“Nooo.”

At Adrian’s question as he licked his lips, Carl shook his head in disgust.

Where do you think you’re putting your lips?

However, at least in bed, Adrian had to do whatever he wanted to be satisfied.

“No, I want to lick it.”

“Ahhh!”

He eventually thrust his head between Carl’s legs, and his hot tongue licked the folds where his fingers were inserted.

“Hnngh… stop.”

Squelch. The fingers were pulled out, and Adrian, lifting Carl’s waist, began to lick his buttocks in earnest.

With his tongue pointed sharp, he licked up the fluid leaking from inside the membrane and left embarrassing marks on parts that didn’t need to be seen by others.

Every time he did, Carl Lindbergh’s lower belly tickled and his navel trembled.

“Ahh… you idiot. Seriously stop. It feels weird!”

“No. Can’t stop.”

Slurp. Explicit sounds were heard.

At the hands pushing his head away while struggling repeatedly. He grabbed the wrists altogether and bit hard near the anus, and only then did the legs go limp.

Adrian smiled broadly.

As if he had ejaculated from the biting stimulation… Carl’s lower belly was wet with semen.

“Haaa… pervert. Seriously… hnngh.”

Eventually, Carl squeezed out tears.

Only after sucking his fill and leaving marks did Adrian wipe the sobbing Carl’s cheek, pretending to be gentle.

The virgin Adrian had spent a docile night on his first night with Carl Lindbergh, using knowledge learned from books, not doing what Carl Lindbergh said not to do, and doing what he said to do.

But now that they had no reservations with each other, was that why?

After learning that Carl accepted somewhat rough acts without rejection, he turned into a bad guy exclusively in bed.

The reason Adrian licked Carl’s buttocks was partly because he couldn’t control the urge to taste him. But it was also because seeing Carl’s face crying from a mix of shame and excitement after the act was thrilling.

That my person cries because of me and ejaculates because of me. It gave him considerable satisfaction.

“Sorry.”

While apologizing half-heartedly, he brushed away the hand of Carl who was crying, “Hnnngh… I told you not to,” and swallowed the tears.

“You don’t need heat for the rest of your life.”

“Whaat?”

When Carl opened his eyes wide at the absurd remark, Adrian giggled and licked his own palm, which was soaked wet, with an explicit gesture.

“Even without heat, you get this wet and give off a floral scent.”

A scent that only I can be seduced by.

The exquisite honey that cannot be shared even a single drop with anyone else.

Adrian, who was savoring it while licking his fingers, went half-mad.

Noticing this, Carl let out a gasp and grabbed the sheet to retreat backward, but his ankle was caught by Adrian before he could.

“Hey. Ah!”

“Hmm. Why is there no part of you that isn’t sweet? Hm?”

Adrian, gripping Carl’s ankle firmly, rubbed his lips against his ankle and bit his Achilles tendon.

“Haaah! You crazy doting fool.”

Making a groaning sound, Carl tried to relax his lower body as much as possible.

Judging from past experience, when Adrian’s eyes went mad like that, he didn’t care if the anus tore.

…Well, it only tore a few times. And it heals without a trace by the next day anyway.

“Inside of your thighs too. Your butt too. It’s all mine.”

Thud.

Once, Carl Lindbergh had hesitated to put it in, describing it as a ‘serpent of the crotch.’ But now, Adrian’s dark red member, with whom he was closer than anyone, grew its presence between Carl’s thighs.

Because of the liquid flowing down from the tip and the love fluid welling up from Carl’s anus, a squelching sound was made every time Adrian moved back and forth.

“Ahhh… who said… it’s not yours?”

Something hot and heavy pressed against Carl’s member and lower belly as it advanced.

Adrian, who had raised his eyes hazily, suddenly stopped moving and scanned Carl’s lips with a burning gaze.

Don’t tell me. No, right?

Carl turned pale.

“I want to kiss.”

“No, ah, not right now. Ack!”

Unaware that Carl Lindbergh, whose legs were raised straight and hooked over his shoulders, was breathing shallowly with his waist half-folded, Adrian put his weight into pressing down and sucked on his lips.

Until the thin lips swelled up plumply.

“Haa… haa. If my waist breaks… Will… nngh… you take responsibility?”

Even though Carl scolded him while looking sideways, he smiled brightly instead.

Are you satisfied now?

“Yeah. I will… carry you for the rest of my life. No one else can touch you.”

“Ahh, goodness.”

At Adrian’s grinning face, Carl momentarily forgot that his tip was touching his hole closely and reached out his arms to him.

And Adrian, while hugging him, pushed his member in without consideration.

“Hnnngh… Ah! It hurts!”

The thing pushing in recklessly filled his lower belly tightly.

Haaah… Carl cried.

I just can’t get used to it. This length. And girth.

“Sorry. Don’t hurt. Haa. It’s warm.”

He gently stroked Carl’s head, then gripped his hair tightly and smiled, telling him not to hurt.

Is it good? Is it good for you?

Leaving the crying Carl alone, Adrian pulled his waist tight and shoved it all the way in, then soothed Carl belatedly.

“Hnnggh!”

Carl gritted his teeth because of Adrian’s member, which was growing its presence enough to make his navel bulge.

Does he think my body is some kind of sticky rice cake dough? Folding my legs however he wants, the hole stretched to its limit. I don’t know what’s so good about sucking on my panting lips.

“Slowly, please.”

Displeased with the sight of Carl putting his hands together and begging earnestly, Adrian snorted.

“It hurts? Does it only hurt?”

Thwack.

“Hiiik!”

Adrian, who flicked the hip bone loud enough to make a sound, grabbed Carl’s shoulders.