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Originally, Timothy had granted George a five-month leave, but after only half a month, Timothy began pressing George to return to work for various reasons. George knew that if he truly returned, he would have no chance for rest again. So, on a dark and windy night, George stealthily left the city, leaving behind only a letter saying, "I'm off on a long journey", and then disappeared. Furious, Timothy tore the letter to shreds. In the past half month, he had been busy handling state affairs every day, and by the time he returned to the palace each night, it was already late.

Sylvia, on the other hand, strictly adhered to the rule of going to bed early and getting up early. Each time when Timothy returned, she was already asleep. Not wanting to wake her up, Timothy had to suppress his desire each night, making his life miserable. Sylvia, however, was energetic every day. Every morning, her first action was to take a deep breath. Then she would do some random tasks until around 10 in the morning, when she would head to the kitchen to cook for Timothy.

She was overjoyed. Since Timothy took over the state affairs, she had been sleeping soundly every night, and every day she woke up without feeling back pain or leg tremors. Perhaps due to having been restrained for a long time, Timothy's productivity exploded. The petitions that usually took him until late night to complete were all done before Sylvia finished bathing. After finishing the petitions, Timothy hurried to the sleeping quarters, afraid that if he was a step late, Sylvia would be ready for bed.

"Sylvia!" Timothy pushed open the door, looking around for Sylvia. But he didn't see her. Timothy guessed that Sylvia was likely bathing at this time, so he unbuckled his belt and walked deep into the room. As he walked, he took off his clothes and dropped them on the floor without a glance.

Indeed, when Timothy reached the bathing pool built specifically for Sylvia inside the room, he saw Sylvia sitting comfortably in the pool filled with hot water, enjoying this pleasure that she indulged in every night before bed. Sylvia had always been afraid of the cold, so she always liked bathing in hot water. Timothy knew her preference and had asked George to devise a way to build an indoor hot spring in the sleeping quarters that could change the water source at any time for Sylvia's satisfaction.

Feeling someone's presence, Sylvia lazily opened her eyes and glanced in the direction of the person. Seeing it was Timothy, she continued to close her eyes and enjoy as if nothing had happened. However, she suddenly realized something and was shocked: Why had Timothy come back so early?

"Sylvia." Timothy stepped into the pool, and the water that was nearly overflowing due to his step started to spill out. With a scoop of his hand, Sylvia was in his arms. He went straight to the point, holding Sylvia, his fingers sliding over her belly, touching her private part directly. Sylvia, caught off guard, pushed against Timothy's chest, trying to back away. She didn't even have time to ask Timothy why he had come back so early, or whether he had finished with the petitions.

"What are you doing!" Sylvia's face was flushed, unsure whether it was because of the heat from the hot spring or her embarrassment due to Timothy's persistent desire.

"I have finished all the tasks for today," Timothy said, "I finally have some time. Let me touch you, I've missed you." With that, he fondled her private area while his mouth covered one of Sylvia's lips, passionately kissing.

After they shared a passionate kiss, when they separated, Sylvia was panting, her lips still moist, making them look plump and hydrated. Sylvia was so disoriented by his kiss that she hung softly on Timothy, relying solely on her arms around Timothy's neck so as not to sink into the pool.

Seeing that Sylvia had found a point of support, Timothy lifted one of Sylvia's legs, his aroused member rubbed against Sylvia's entrance, and then, with the hot water that was lapping over their waists as a lubricant, he slid inside.

"Ha--" Timothy let out a satisfied sigh.

As soon as Timothy entered, Sylvia's private part tightened around his member, sucking ceaselessly, as if she wanted to swallow not just his member but his testicles too. Timothy bit Sylvia's reddened ear tip: "Sylvia, you've missed me too."

Sylvia, embarrassed, buried her face in Timothy's chest, only making soft moans in response to Timothy's movements. One of Timothy's hands held Sylvia's lifted leg, while the other pressed on Sylvia's back, slowly moving downward along her spine until his fingertips touched the anus.

Sylvia was humming and writhing from Timothy's thrusting, completely oblivious that he was eyeing her backdoor. As she relished the pleasure from the friction between his manhood and her inner walls, she was startled when Timothy started to insert a finger into her back entrance.

"What are you doing?!" Sylvia felt a shiver run down her spine and jolted in alarm.

"Nothing, nothing." Seeing Sylvia's reaction, Timothy had a guilty look on his face, afraid that Sylvia might refuse to let him enter her sweet spot altogether. "It was a slip of the hand, really!"

Sylvia, however, was so infuriated that she refused to continue their lovemaking. Timothy tried to explain several times, hoping to appease her, but the more he explained, the angrier Sylvia got.

"You're not allowed in bed tonight!" Sylvia put on her bathrobe, leaving Timothy with nothing but a huffing silhouette.

Timothy regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself. Why couldn't he just be content with pleasuring her the usual way? Why did he have to make trouble for himself?

"Sylvia--" Timothy grabbed a towel and quickly followed her. "Your hair is still wet! You'll catch a cold!"