Sakuramoria

“Wow, what a brilliant idea!” The King places his hand on his wife’s head. “She considered everything wisely, looked at it from all sides, thought through every detail, acted justly, severely but with mercy... No country in the history of our world has ever seen such a queen! Mana? Superbia? Hah... They don’t even come close to Futaba the Great, Futaba the Beautiful. And you still dared to doubt her, you fool!” He pokes his son in the bloodied forehead. “Okay, but let’s not be silly!” He hugs his wife tightly, looking warily at Caladium and Rhododendron. “My wife, is that clear?! Whoever dares to raise a hand to her will find even the Abyss to be paradise in comparison!” “Oh!” Taxonomy playfully puts her hand to her lips, although her eyes betray her relief at the rather mild reprimand her husband received. “My neck,” he kisses Futaba’s neck, “my thighs,” he strokes her thigh, “mine, all mine, every last centimeter!” The King lowers his sense of ecstasy slightly and puts his ear to his wife’s stomach. “And here, Semyon and Roana are growing... My heirs... Understand, Calich?” Seeing his son’s disgusted and fearful nod, Moechchi laughs. “That’s what I thought... Now, out of my sight! Leave us alone... But don’t forget to prepare for your performance next week, and you, for your penance. That’s it, get out!” The guests leave, leaving the royal couple alone. “Darling, let me demonstrate my new invention!” With a deft movement of his hands, the King removes the cloth covering a certain object, and a strange piece of furniture (?) appears before Futaba’s eyes. “Come on, get on it, I can’t wait to try it out!”