Pharaoh

The light brown fingertips pressed against the collarbone, and slowly slid down the curve of the girl's body, touching the delicate and firm skin.

The soothing hand of the young Pharaoh made the girl groan slightly, and her body trembled slightly.

The slender arms clasped the light brown strong shoulders tightly, and the girl's soft face gradually became bright red.The long black hair was softly attached to her white and tender skin, and the contrast became more and more intense.The big clear eyes like emeralds stared fascinatedly at the handsome and cold face of the young king above, with a little shyness of a girl, so soft that it seemed to drip water.

The transparent sesame oil not only makes the girl's snow-white body look more delicate, but also exudes a faint fragrance.

The young Pharaoh nodded in satisfaction and gestured to the girl.

The cheeks of the girl who got permission became more and more red, and the nails on her hands were painted with a beautiful light purple tone. Her fingertips touched the boy king's shoulders, and carefully helped the pharaoh take off his clothes.

Because she was too nervous, her white and slender fingers were still trembling slightly, making her movements much clumsy.

The boy king's hand slid down the curve of the girl's body, and he bent down.

The sudden noise outside the door made him, who was in a good mood, frown. He raised his already bent upper body, and looked out of the door with crimson eyes displeased.

"Your Highness, you must not trespass..."

Before the anxious shouts of the guards outside the door could be heard, the door of the bedroom of the young Egyptian pharaoh was suddenly pushed open, and a young man with an appearance very similar to that of the pharaoh rushed in aggressively.

"Brother Wang——uh!"

The young prince, who was originally looking like he was asking questions, was shocked by the current erotic palace, and immediately slammed on the brakes.

One turns backwards.

flushed.

"Yes, yes, yes, sorry! I didn't mean to, I, I, I—"

The part above the neck has turned into bright red, the young brother stammered halfway through his apology, and suddenly remembered the purpose of rushing over.

"Anyway, Brother Wang! I have something to ask you!"

Even though he said so, he still turned his back to his brother Wang, and it seemed that he didn't dare to turn around even if he died.

The young Pharaoh got up and asked the guards kneeling at the door who didn't dare to look up to retreat.

He walked to the door, casually brought his younger brother into the room, and closed the door.

"Although I said that you can come and go here at will, I didn't let you come here in the middle of the night."

He said that it seemed to be reprimanding people, but the tone of his speech did not mean to be angry.

Wang Di, who was carried into the room by him, raised his head and stared at him with big violet eyes.

"What happened to those two girls?"

"Huh?" The young Pharaoh didn't answer right away, it took him a while to think, and then he remembered what his brother was referring to.

He raised his eyebrows, "Not satisfied with them?"

"That's not the problem..."

The king of Egypt is very weak.

"Go to Isis tomorrow, all the new female officers are with her, you choose the one you like."

said the young Pharaoh, in a casual tone.

That kind of tone is no different from the sentence when he gave the bow to Wangdi yesterday, "If it doesn't work well, just tell Mahat to change it".

"I'm just saying that's not the problem..."

The young Wangdi had a headache.

This kind of behavior of treating women as objects, if it is in modern times, the other one can be included in the ranks of scum.

However, here is the ancient Egyptian slave empire, and the other one is still the supreme pharaoh.

So although he rushed over in a moment of excitement, now he doesn't know where to start.

"In short, I don't need this kind of thing!"

In desperation, the only thing the young Wangdi could do was to carefully state his position.

The young Pharaoh frowned subtly, and lowered his voice a little.

"Is there a problem?"

what……

What's wrong?

what kind of problem?

……

boom!

The young brother Wang's brain exploded all at once, and he grabbed his brother's clothes with a face full of anger and shook them vigorously.

"What's the problem, who's the problem? You're the one who has the problem. I'm fine. I don't have any problems. I just think it's the first time to talk to the girl I like—"

"the first time?"

The Boy King grasped the most crucial three words in that series of incoherent words very keenly.

"..."

The poor brother dug his own grave.

"That's why." The young Pharaoh went back and sat down on the edge of the bed, a funny look appeared in his eyes, "Isn't it impossible, is it not?"

"Who said I can't!"

You subconsciously followed, and retorted with an unhappy face.

As early as in high school, I was taken by Jouchi and Honda to watch that kind of movie. Although... Although I haven't practiced it, I still know how to do it!

"I just think..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the young king who was sitting on the bed suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, and he staggered and fell into Yatum's arms, lying on the bed.

The young king who was holding his younger brother raised his chin to the girl who had been quietly on the bed, signaling her to come over.

He bowed his head and said to Wang Di who sat up on the bed, "I haven't touched this woman yet, let her teach you?"

The soft and beautiful face of the young girl who was slowly approaching with a slightly joyful and shy expression froze for a moment. She stared at the handsome side face of the Boy King, showing complicated eyes, with a bit of dissatisfaction on her face. A look of confidence.

The one dedicated to the Pharaoh was naturally a beautiful girl who had been selected thousands of times and had both talent and beauty.

As long as he is a man, he can't refuse such a temptation, so even a pharaoh will definitely be obsessed with himself because of his beauty.

Almost every woman thinks so.

The young Pharaoh didn't notice the girl's eyes. He watched with great interest at the moment when the immature face of his younger brother who was staring blankly at him turned into a ripe apple again.

"Brother Wang, I said no—"

The young Wangdi spoke loudly in a tone almost gnashing his teeth.

However, in the next second, he suddenly froze.

The girl's warm and soft physical sensation was attached to his back, seeping through the thin layer of clothing.

The slender arms like white lotus root wrapped around his shoulders, and the girl's soft breath blew towards his sensitive ears.

"His Royal Highness..."

The girl's beautiful voice, as if it was tickling, was just right to provoke the turmoil in the boy's body, and spit out from Ruoyuewu's red lips that touched his ears.

The girl who obeyed the pharaoh's will smiled, and put her almost half-naked body on Wangdi's back, and gently turned his head around with her slender fingers.

Although he has seen movies in this area, the young boy who has never practiced it is completely froze, not daring to move.

At this moment, he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet.

He cast a look of help to his brother Wang.

The young pharaoh was lazily leaning against the head of the bed, looking like he was watching a show.

The girl's fingers held his face, and her ruddy lips gently moved closer.

He could almost feel the girl's breath on his cheek.

She seemed about to kiss him.

"Let go—"

The young Wangdi suddenly turned his head away, avoiding the girl's kiss.

What to do with a woman he doesn't even know...he still can't do it.

Because he was afraid that if he tried to break free, he would hurt the girl who was holding him behind him, so Yugi just turned his head away drastically.

But the girl's hand was holding his cheek, and with his sudden movement, the girl's light purple slightly long nails cut a hole in his face.

Yugi just felt a sting on his face.

Before he could react, the young Pharaoh suddenly sat up, raised his hand and slapped the girl, causing her to fall off the bed.

The young king raised his younger brother's chin, looked at the scar on his cheek that was bleeding, and his crimson pupils showed obvious anger.

Clang!

The short sword hanging by the bed was out of its sheath, shining brightly and coldly in the young Pharaoh's hand.

The girl with a pale and beautiful face curled up on the cold ground, startled and frightened, and finally couldn't help sobbing softly.

The young Wang, who had no heart for pity and pity, stabbed down with his sword.

The girl let out a terrified and sharp cry.

"Wait a minute, brother Wang!"

The young brother Wang, who reacted in time, hugged his brother Wang from behind and pulled him back hard.

"open!"

"no!"

"I tell you to let go!"

"Can't--"

"king!"

"Brother Wang—"

The pharaoh's bedroom door was once again knocked open by his loyal guards.

Startled by the sudden noise in the pharaoh's room, the guards rushed in, ready to fight to the death to protect their king from the assassins.

The girl who was frightened by the cruel Pharaoh suddenly saw so many people rushing in, she curled up almost half naked, and screamed again.

It was really... a messy night.

When the Pharaoh's bedroom became quiet again, it was already midnight, and the girl who was charged with the most dangerous crime of harming the Egyptian royal family finally saved her life under the full opposition of her young brother.

In fact, she is innocent.

The scar on his face was treated by the doctor, and the young Wangdi was sitting on the bed, still angry with a stern face.

"Even if you don't like that woman, you don't need such a big reaction when you kiss her."

The young Pharaoh said displeasedly, and gently stroked the scar on the king's brother's cheek with his fingers, "I actually hurt myself."

"It was you who—"

You You retorted angrily, and halfway through speaking, probably because he remembered the situation at that time, his immature face turned red again.

"If you don't like it, don't do it." At this point, the young Pharaoh suddenly stopped, and he showed a strange look, "You...you can't even kiss, can you?"

Silence for a second.

The young Wangdi was silent.

"...You are really embarrassing to the Egyptian royal family."

said the young Pharaoh, frowning.

Even the teenagers from the low-level noble families in Egypt had at least one or two women when they were twelve or thirteen years old.

"Who, who said that!" The blushing Egyptian prince retorted, "I have kissed and so on!"

Although Rebecca attacked him while sleeping that time, but after all, he had kissed a girl before!

"..."

"It did! I will!"

Looking at the boy king's completely disbelieving eyes, the younger brother, who felt more and more injured in his self-esteem, said loudly.

"OK OK."

The young Pharaoh patted his brother's head as if comforting a frowning kitten.

"I'm not lying!"

"Okay, it's too late, go to sleep."

Touching his brother's head again, the young Pharaoh, who was already a little sleepy, stood by the bed, tore off the cloak he had just put on, and threw it on the table beside him, planning to go to bed.

Suddenly his head was grabbed and turned to the left.

The young brother Wang who was sitting on the bed suddenly knelt up and straightened up. He pulled the young king's head off with both hands, and moved his face close.

He pressed his lips firmly to the young Pharaoh's.

Then, letting go, he sat back down.

"Kissing is such a simple thing, who can't!"

When it came to the issue of self-esteem, the young brother Wang who was completely stunned proved with his actions that he definitely knew how to do it.

However, as soon as the sentence was finished, the pair of violet eyes suddenly widened.

Wait a minute! ! !

What did he do just now! ! !

Seeing Atum, who was frowning and subconsciously touching his lips with his fingers, the young prince finally realized what he had done in a fit of anger. His first reaction was to look left and right to find the way so that he could escape at the critical moment.

The young pharaoh pressed his finger on his lips, he frowned, his crimson pupils stared at his younger brother, although his face was not very good-looking, but it didn't look like he was angry, but more like a slightly angry expression. Confused, and somewhat hesitant.

It looked like he was seriously thinking about something.

Soon, he seemed to have made a decision and bent down.

The younger brother who was at a loss, before he had time to react, was kissed by the young prince who leaned over and leaned over.

The light purple eyes widened again, looking at his brother Wang in astonishment.

The young Pharaoh's warm lips only lightly touched his lips, and then left.

The young brother Wang stared at his brother Wang with a pair of big round eyes, his mind was completely stuck.

It wasn't until Yatum leaned down again, seeing that handsome face approaching him again, that the young Wangdi finally came to his senses.

He jerked his body back, away from Atum's approaching face.

Because the action was too fast and violent, the final result was that he fell backwards when he was sitting, and the whole person fell on the bed.

"Wang...brother Wang?"

The boy king, who leaned over him, put his hands on both sides of his head, so that he couldn't find a way to escape.

The young brother Wang subconsciously pressed his hand on his brother Wang's chest, and pushed it hard, trying to push him away.

Immediately, his left wrist was tightly grasped by the opponent, and he was pressed against the bed with his backhand, unable to break free no matter what.

The young king leaned over, his handsome face lowered.

He turned his face away, trying to avoid it.

But in the next second, the beige right hand pinched his chin tightly, turning his face back abruptly.

Subconsciously, he grabbed the wrist pinching his chin with his only free left hand, trying to break it apart.But Yatum's hand was pinching his chin like iron tongs, and no matter how hard he tried to break it, it was in vain.

Probably dissatisfied with his repeated obvious resistance movements, those crimson pupils stared at him closely with an expression of displeasure.

Afraid of the oppressive feeling in those crimson eyes laced with anger, the young Wang brother involuntarily stopped the movement of trying to break away Atum's hand.

"Brother Wang..."

He yelled again in a low voice, his eyelashes twitching uneasily.

He looked at the Boy King with his eyes open, as if he was thinking about why things suddenly turned into this embarrassing situation.

"You think that's called kissing just now?"

said the young Pharaoh, lowering his lips.

"a shame."

He said, the voice was very soft, and when he breathed, he exhaled a slight breath that brushed against the tip of his brother's nose, it was warm and had a bit itchy feeling.

His lips touched his brother's stiff, tightly pressed lips.

He gently rubbed the belly of his lips, allowing the heat from the rubbing to seep into the other's lips little by little, and let the tensely pursed lips relax and soften little by little.

The tip of his tongue provocatively licked his finally softened lips, and the young king saw his brother open his big light purple eyes that were originally tightly closed in surprise.

"Remember clearly, I only teach you once."

he said, his voice deepening.

"What... teach... I don't want to learn this kind of thing..."

At this moment, he finally understood the reason for the young king's behavior. Brother Wang immediately retorted, but he was blocked before he could finish his sentence.

Because he was talking just now, his lips opened a little, and felt that the tip of Yatum's tongue seemed to invade his lips, Yuyou subconsciously clenched his lips again, refusing to make any more sound.

The young king frowned unhappily.

Violet eyes stared back.

Crimson eyes were fixed on his brother.

After a stalemate for a while, the big violet eyes showed a look of grievance, the young brother finally succumbed to the strong young king.

"Brother Wang, can you do it if you don't learn..."

The young Pharaoh directly responded to his unyielding brother with actions.

I love the green and soft touch of the other party's lips, and there is also a wonderful sense of satisfaction that seems to spread from the inside of the body for some reason.

The young king, who originally just wanted to be a simple demonstration, was addicted to this comfortable feeling, and pressed down his slightly raised lips dissatisfiedly, and once again stuck to his younger brother's lips, which were already extremely red from his aggression.

Then, it was still unsatisfactory and repeated again...

After a long time, the young king, who finally sensed something was wrong, opened his eyes and raised his head.

"Open your mouth!"

He hurriedly slapped his brother's face, "Breathe!"

After holding his breath for too long, the young prince whose face was flushed red from the extreme lack of oxygen relaxed, and the air that suddenly invaded the trachea made him cough violently.

He clasped Yatum's arm tightly, gasping for breath, tears welling from the corners of his eyes, obviously holding his breath for a long time made him feel very uncomfortable.

The young Pharaoh hugged his younger brother and gently patted his back.

There was a rare look of helplessness in those crimson eyes.