King's Maker [+18]

Chapter sixty-seven

I felt Majesty pull out without even cumming but then I started to feel something warm on my entrance.

I propped my elbows weakly and lifted my head to see him pumping himself and squirting his cum on my hole.

He is unbelievably creative when it comes to sexual activities. I lay back down, feeling drained and all.

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This is draining.. I can't do a single task in this chamber, everything is clean and proper. Majesty left to do something that he didn't bother to specify.

A knock on the door startled me. Could it be Stella? But she bid goodbye two days ago to go back to her hometown. I walked to the door and opened to see six men that gave me bad impressions.

"I apologize, but King Jeon is not here." one man just nodded at my statement. All of them came inside one by one without a word and I timidly backed away.

"We are here to give our sincere apology for the way we spoke before." I blinked several times. What made them apologize? I'm merely a  stranger to them. "We've never seen Jeon get that worked up on a woman, we suppose that you're more important to him than we've expected."

I gave a faint smile for how thoughtful they've been, and those accusations before did not affect me in any way when it was supposed to.. "I accept it."

Now all of us are just standing quietly.. I looked around not knowing what to do. "Jeon doesn't.. He doesn't know how to tell tales. Would you care to walk us through?" a man with glasses said. "Walk on what exactly?" This might get me in trouble but I know these men of his are dying to know about Majesty.

"Everything." hmm but first, i have to ask, "can i know who all of you are to him?"

"Friends, but he isn't one to talk about his day." I agree. "You should sit down, standing too long is not good for pregnant women." a snow looking man spoke. I didn't notice his presence until he talked, he's too reserved.

I sat down on the bed and they pulled chairs in front of me. Okay why did i just feel like i'm about to read a story to six children.

Some of them sat on the floor. "Okay I um.. Well to start off, his brother threatened me to get the heirloom but I was caught and Majesty decided to just make use of my body, a surrogate to bear him a child."

"That fucker." one man shaked his head in disappointment. "But we agreed on something.." all eyes were back to me. "Once I deliver the baby, I can be free."

"How much longer then?" I thought about it, "a month left." All of them processed what I said. "I doubt he can raise it on his own." One man felt pity. Majesty can do it, he leads thousands of people.

"How has he been treating you? Was he always like that to you like how we saw in the court?"

I shaked my head. "Majesty just gets worked up whenever he sees me talking to someone." then someone asked, "by someone, do you mean, a man?" I nodded slightly.

"I see, do tell, what were you before you got captived." all of a sudden, the word slave is hard to spill. "slave.."  they just nodded. I thought they were going to judge me with disdain in their faces but none.

"I never knew Jeon could just plan to have a child like that."

"I agree, what has gotten into him?" Then all of them turned their faces to me, "say, did he decide it right away or has he planned it for maybe like a week after?"

"He said it the moment he met me." all of them gasped. "Bastard." someone said and all of them were smirking.

"I have to say, I hope the baby looks just like you." one man gave a boxy smile. Like the world has stopped revolving, his statement made me run chills on my spine. I haven't thought about that?? W-what if the baby looks just like me??? Oh no. no.no.no. this can't b-

The door opens and Majesty comes in, his brows knit together. "Why are all of you here? And without my consent."

"We just want to see you."

"Out." all of them grunted like a child. "It was a pleasant meeting you." I didn't have time to process what they were saying. "Hey, what did they say to you to look empty minded?"

I snapped out of my head to see Majesty, kneeling in front of me to look at my face. "Majesty."

"Yes." should i even ask him about it? It looks pointless, i'm almost on my full term and i haven't thought about it, how stupid does that sound?"

"Say it." here goes nothing. "What if.. She looks nothing like you, Majesty?" his brow curved. "What do you mean?"

"I meant.. What if she looks like me?" He stood up. "Have you just contemplated about that just now?" he bluffed. "Then you must've already thought about this before, Majesty"

"I pray about it." that took me back, the most unexpected response. He wants the baby to look like me?

"There's a reason why I chose you. I want your soft features on her, your skin, nose, eyes. Everything."

What.. me? I looked at him more in awe than shock. To think that he likes my features. "You've had far more prettier women, Majesty."

"Their brains aren't." Hmm. "Prepare for tomorrow, we're going somewhere."

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Parenting Class. "It is very important to know that the head of the baby is sitting snugly on your arm when breastfeeding, the head should at all times be leveled."

My head doesn't digest what this woman was saying. It's just us three in her class. Breastfeeding? Does that mean I'll have to stay a little longer for the baby?