The Tyrant Queens' Summit — Chapter 4
The moment she returned to the room, feeling refreshed, and was halfway through preparing for a second round in the bathroom, the maid arrived and doused her with cold water.
“Don’t disturb Her Majesty from the time the commotion begins in the office until she finishes her bath.”
Even with that strict warning, she had come anyway, and her mood darkened instantly.
“Why?”
Her voice was low and cold, eyes narrowed.
The maid swallowed dryly as she met Queen Beatrix’s gaze. Even she must have realized this visit couldn’t end well.
The maid’s reply trembled slightly.
“It’s… the Northern Lord, Lady Meyer, has arrived.”
“What?”
Beatrix’s voice grew even colder, yet there was no trace of anger.
Fortunately, she’s calmed her emotions.
The maid bowed her head and relaxed her rigid expression.
Once the tension eased, her long legs trembled beneath the flowing skirt.
“I see. Go ahead and bathe. I’ll take you to the guest room, and I’ll bring you some food too.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
As the maid withdrew, Beatrix hurried into the bathroom set aside in one corner of her bedroom.
Albert was already there, soaking in the tub.
“Is something the matter?”
Albert blinked in confusion. Only moments ago, right before she entered, his face had been faintly flushed. Now it was as pale as if he’d just been drained.
“A guest has come. I thought I’d better bathe first.”
A guest.
Beatrix could only see him as extraordinarily special if he was worthy of such treatment.
“What should I do?”
“Stay in my room. There’s no need to make a fuss just because it’s a guest.”
Beatrix answered curtly and turned on the shower.
“We won’t touch each other while bathing.”
If they rubbed each other’s bodies, natural excitement would follow. The woman’s slit would be teased, or the man’s cock would be stroked.
“Yes. I’ll do that.”
Albert obediently nodded and washed himself.
Beatrix had no time to relax because the guest was waiting. In the end, she ended up sharing the tub alone with Albert.
Why now of all times…
While changing into fresh clothes and muttering discontentedly, Beatrix let out a short sigh.
On second thought… it wasn’t really a problem.
Eventually, something like this was bound to happen.
Thinking that way eased her heart.
“Show me the way.”
“Yes, please follow me.”
She trailed the maid’s back, who walked two steps ahead.
The room was closer to the bedroom than she had expected.
The royal palace had many vacant rooms, all of them impeccably maintained.
“This is the room.”
The maid stopped in front of a door and stepped aside.
She couldn’t block the path while standing there.
“Everyone else stays, and those who leave may go.”
Beatrix gave the order in a clipped voice and threw the door open without hesitation.
It was rude, yet no one dared criticize her.
Maria, who was enjoying sweets and tea at the table, understood perfectly.
Beatrix knew exactly how cold and unyielding her own personality was.
“You’re late.”
Perhaps the sharp, bitter flavor of the sweets had soothed her anger, or maybe the time to breathe had arrived, but Maria’s expression was bright.
Her tone was equally warm.
Not the faint pretense of a soft voice, but genuine sincerity.
“You came without sending word, so that’s your fault. There’s no need to scold you for being late.”
Beatrix sat on the opposite chair and let out a sigh.
“That’s true. I’m sorry.”
The bitter smile on Maria’s lips made Beatrix straighten up at once.
“What brings you here? The wedding is still far away.”
“Um… I can’t say it’s far. I came a little earlier, but calling it ‘very early’ would be exaggeration too.”
The wedding was only about ten days away.
Staying cooped up in the palace would pass quickly enough.
“Fine, but why did you come early?”
“Because I wanted to know who the man you’re taking as your consort is.”
Beatrix’s question made Maria answer directly.
Beating around the bush only made it suspicious, and there was no need.
Beatrix frowned and crossed her arms, as if she had expected this.
“You weren’t usually this impatient, were you?”
“Me? No. But this time is a rare exception… I just couldn’t hold back.”
“An exception? What kind?”
“I investigated through the spies. They said the bond is perfect. I had to see it with my own eyes.”
Maria spoke as if casually announcing she had sent spies to learn about the man who could shake Beatrix’s heart.
Beatrix had done the same. They both knew it.
Still, being investigated felt unpleasant.
Beatrix’s brows furrowed.
“How far did you look?”
“That you’re busy sharing your bed every day. And when I came to check myself, it was even more than the report said.”
“Check…? You mean eavesdropping?”
“Yes. I was going to spy too, but I decided against it. It might raise suspicion. And it’s not proper etiquette.”
She had eavesdropped, yet the loud noises had reached her ears anyway.
Maria laughed, briefly recounting what she had witnessed in the palace.
The once-icy jealousy flared in her eyes for a moment before vanishing.
“When we share our beds, no one else is allowed to watch. You gave that order, so the maids can’t report.”
“I know that. Anyway, since you’ve come this far, rest here.”
Her story ends here.
Just as Beatrix tried to slip away, Maria’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
“Why the rush? Let’s talk a little more.”
“I have things to do. There’s no need to drag this out.”
“You’re not my subordinate, after all. Just a little longer, okay?”
“I already said I’m in a hurry. Don’t make things noisy for no reason and just… ugh!”
Beatrix’s voice had gone ice-cold, but her face flushed at once.
She yanked Maria’s hand away and pressed it firmly against her lower belly.
The moment her abdomen relaxed, the semen that had filled her womb and slit surged out in a rush.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Maria sat up in alarm.
Her panicked expression was enough to unsettle anyone.
But then—
“Mmm…”
Beatrix suddenly slid her fingers between her own thighs, scooping up the overflowing semen and lifting it toward Maria.
Her gaze was as cold as if nothing had happened.
Her soaked underwear, drenched beneath the dress.
The thick, white, clumpy semen clinging to her fingers.
And the way she brought the semen on her hand to her mouth, chewing on it obscenely.
It was a blatant display of the man’s seed.
The sight made Maria feel uneasy.
“What are you doing right now?”
The trembling voice of a guest asked the question.
The owner answered calmly.
“I’m eating semen. This precious semen of that man who leaked out because of you.”
The other queens had their flaws too, but today’s Beatrix had taken it a step further.
The sudden arrival of an uninvited guest had sharpened her nerves.
Beatrix extended her tongue and licked the semen from her fingers, then bit down with her teeth to savor the texture.
“Are you crazy? How can you… in front of people like this?”
Maria asked, stunned.
Her tone was as cold as her expression.
“I am crazy.”
In contrast, the angry Beatrix replied with a calm, emotionless voice.
The situation had flipped in an instant, as if someone else’s anger had been placed on her shoulders.
“I never imagined you’d do something like this… I’m truly surprised.”
“I am too. I didn’t think we’d reach this point.”
Even if we create an heir, it would be mechanical.
That was how she had once believed.
Those old days vanished without a trace because of the love she felt for Albert.
Beatrix wiped the semen-stained fingers with magic, crossed her arms, and continued.
“Anyway, tone down the temper. Both you and I dislike extra work piling up.”
Maria had a lewd side and knew how to stroke people gently.
Beatrix and the other queens knew her temper well.
That was why they had drawn the line clearly through warnings.
The icy gazes clashed in the middle, and sparks flew.
“…Yes. I did overstep. I’m sorry.”
Yet Maria bowed her head first, ending the deadly silence.
Beatrix finally lowered her sharp eyes.
“Fine. I’m leaving. If you happen to meet that man in the palace, don’t do anything unnecessary.”
“Wait.”
Beatrix turned her back, and Maria’s voice caught her again.
Anger was rising inside her, but—
She must have come for something important.
Beatrix calmed her anger while looking at Maria’s serious face.
It was clear she wasn’t just stalling for time.
“What is it?”
“As I’m sure you know about this place, the others will arrive soon too.”
The other queens were coming as well.
Beatrix hadn’t expected it, yet she couldn’t suppress the sigh that welled up.
“Tsk. What are they doing?”
Beatrix clicked her tongue.
“They couldn’t help feeling interested after reading the reports, just like me.”
“Even so, you rushed over because you couldn’t wait a few days. All of you?”
“If it were me, I would have ignored them.”
Among the three queens, Beatrix was the most composed.
She indulged in masturbation to satisfy her strong libido, but nothing more.
She had no interest in others’ affairs and only did what was necessary.
She could be called a machine.
Yet that machine was now obsessed with a man and showing affection, so of course she would be interested.
Beatrix herself had thought the same, which was why she said nothing.
“When everyone arrives, I’ll prepare a separate place. Wait until then. It’s better to face them before the wedding and adjust.”
Prepare a place.
Maria read the relief in Beatrix’s anger.
“Yes, thank you. I’ll save my congratulations for the wedding day. Is it all right?”
“Do as you like. You have nothing more to say, right?”
“Yes. There is one thing I’m curious about, but I’ll ask it later. When everyone is gathered, it should be fine.”
“All right. I’m leaving.”
Finally, outside the room, she felt a refreshing sense of relief.
The suffocating feeling in her chest had lifted, and breathing became easy.
Beatrix walked to the bedroom where Albert was waiting, towel in hand.
Her footsteps were light and buoyant.
As soon as she stepped inside, she pounced on him.
Even with her dress still on, she did not stop until she had milked him dry three times.
Stamina Overflow
Days later.
Maria sat at the table surrounded by two women and let out a soft laugh.
Red and gold.
Christia and Wilhelmina stared in shock.
They had arrived a few days after the others, yet they had reached the Eastern palace before the wedding.
Just as Maria had predicted.
“You’re telling the truth? You let it happen right in front of you?”
Especially Wilhelmina seemed deeply shaken by the news that Maria had scooped up and eaten the semen that leaked out.
This was already the third time someone had asked her about it.
Fortunately, Maria simply laughed without showing any irritation.
Even she, who had witnessed it herself, was surprised by how shameless Wilhelmina could be.
“That’s what happened.”
“I really can’t believe it. How did she let that happen? If she had openly rejected the men, I could understand.”
Wilhelmina’s gaze slid sideways toward Christia, who was sitting across from her.
Christia asked in disbelief.
“Why are you staring at me? Do you want me to say I rejected a man too?”
“No? You’re the next one after Maria, right?”
“When did I ever do that?”
“No? You did.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Wilhelmina’s “not unless it’s you” statement left Christia speechless.
Despite having asked a question that clearly implied she knew something, she had no choice but to fall silent.
If she truly has no interest in men, that would be a lie. But there’s no one I’ve even kissed yet…
While Christia groaned inwardly, someone knocked on the door from outside.
The maid entered after receiving permission from the queens and greeted them politely.
“Her Majesty has prepared the room she promised you all. Please come this way.”
At last.
Even though they were all in the same palace, they had never seen this man. Now they were about to meet him.
The three women stood up without hesitation and followed the maid.