Something’s Not Right About This Transmigration

“W-Wait……”

Frey caught his breath and curled his fingers into the hair of the man burrowing into his arms.

Their overwhelmingly potent pheromones mingled together, leaving him too dazed to think clearly and barely able to breathe.

“No matter how many times I think it over, I can only conclude that this is too cruel. How could you fall asleep in another man’s arms while your husband was away at work?”

The man spoke in a voice full of discontent and pushed Frey’s shirt up without hesitation. Then he circled his tongue around the pert little peak, drawing Frey out of the clutches of sleep.

“S-Samuel……?”

His brilliant golden hair, molten-gold eyes, and delicately handsome face contrasted sharply with his deeply downturned lips. He looked as though Frey had committed some terrible wrong against him.

“Didn’t you miss me all night? You didn’t suffer because of the pheromones, did you?”

Frey’s brows furrowed slightly at the concern mixed into his voice.

“You’re the one…… releasing pheromones right now……”

At the irritation in his voice, Samuel promptly reined in his pheromones.

“Oh dear, my apologies. I rushed here because I missed you so much, and it seems I lost control of my emotions without realizing it.”

Still only half-awake, Frey doubted his own ears. He could have sworn Samuel had just said something that couldn’t possibly have come out of his mouth…….

Was he dreaming?

When Frey rubbed his eyes and tried to look at Samuel, the man smiled. Just as Frey was about to think the deep dimple in his cheek was very pretty.

“Anyone who heard you might mistake that for the truth, Duke.”

At that moment, a low voice sounded behind him with a faint scoff.

It was Regulus, the man lying beside Frey after spending the night with him.

He sat up, then pulled Frey’s waist tightly against him. The instant Samuel’s lips left the chest they had been tormenting, Regulus looked displeased.

“I believe we agreed not to interfere with each other, Your Highness.”

“Interfere? How is this interfering? I’m only…….”

Regulus trailed off as he used one large hand to firmly knead the flat expanse of Frey’s chest that Samuel’s lips hadn’t touched, then twisted the nipple that soon began to stiffen between his fingers.

When Frey’s waist trembled at the tingling stimulation, Regulus seized his chin and turned his face toward him.

He planted a smacking kiss on Frey’s lips, then met his eyes and smiled softly.

As Frey gazed into silver eyes that shone like starlight in the night sky, the hand caressing his chest slowly moved downward. It soon slipped inside his trousers, and Regulus spoke.

“I’m merely deepening my friendship with my dearest friend.”

Samuel let out a disbelieving laugh at Regulus’s shameless declaration, but Regulus did not stop. As if to put on a show, he buried his face against Frey’s shoulder and sucked noisily at his tender skin.

“Ngh…….”

When Frey’s shoulder flinched, Samuel frowned and reached out to grab Regulus’s arm, but Regulus acted as though Samuel’s behavior did not concern him and instead pressed his face deeper against Frey’s shoulder, sucking harder until he left a red mark behind.

“Ngh, Your Highness. That tickles…….”

Frey moaned without meaning to, both from the blatant stimulation and the pheromones flowing from the two men.

Samuel approached on his knees, tilted his head, and pushed his tongue between Frey’s parted lips.

The instant the kiss stole Frey’s breath, he unconsciously clenched his hands into fists as Regulus’s hand, still inside his trousers, wrapped around his soft cock. Without hesitation, Regulus began gently stroking the tip of Frey’s glans with his thumb.

“Hngh, mmph, ah……!”

Frey squeezed his eyes shut as Samuel tangled their tongues without giving him even a moment to breathe, licking all the way to the root of Frey’s tongue.

When Frey pushed the blankets away with his heels, struggling for breath, Regulus grasped his chin and forced his head aside so he could breathe.

Samuel followed without missing a beat and began sucking on Frey’s lower lip again.

“You’re going to be the death of him.”

Samuel raised his eyes and glared at Regulus’s sarcastic remark. It was a look that said if Frey had not been there, he would have struck first and worried about whether the man was the Imperial Crown Prince afterward.