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"Ah, nothing beats soaking in a bath... But why did Wolfram refuse to join me this time? He always insists on accompanying me before." Yuuri Shibuya (the Demon King) muttered in his bathrobe while heading to their bedroom.
Pushing the door open, he spotted a suspicious lump under the bedsheets. As Yuuri reached to pull the covers back—"Wolfram, what are you—" —he was abruptly dragged beneath the blankets and pinned down by the golden-haired prince.
With Wolfram's angelic face mere inches away, Yuuri's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing crimson. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Can't you tell?" Wolfram lifted his chin like a preening peacock. "This is a night assault!"
"N-night assault?!" Yuuri nearly bolted upright, his ears burning red. "But we're married! Isn't this... normal?" The prince raised an eyebrow as if discussing breakfast tea choices.
"I-I'm not ready yet!" Yuuri averted his gaze, praying this was just another of his husband's whims.
"What kind of Demon King are you? So spineless!" Wolfram's emerald eyes flashed. "Show some majesty!"
"Even demons kings get embarrassed!" Yuuri covered his flaming face, distracted by Wolfram's herbal shampoo scent. The prince suddenly nipped at his throat, making Yuuri drop his hands.
"Wai—" The protest died against Wolfram's lips. Yuuri endured the clover-sweet kiss while internally screaming: *Too close! Why are his lips so soft? How does he still smell good without bathing?!*
When Wolfram finally withdrew, Yuuri panted: "Are you... planning to kiss me all night?"
"Obviously." Wolfram tilted his head, golden hair cascading over his shoulder. "Mother said night assaults work like this."
After Yuuri explained Earth's version of "night assaults," Wolfram instantly curled into a quilt cocoon at the bed's edge, his porcelain skin blooming pink. As Yuuri tried comforting him, a muffled voice snapped: "Don't come near me!"
"Alright, my fault..." Yuuri sighed at the human burrito. Later, when Wolfram crept over whispering "If it's you... I wouldn't mind," Yuuri fled to the balcony to silently scream at the moon—*What kind of adorable creature is this?!*
Dawn found the True King's shrine door being pounded. A sleep-deprived Murata Ken (the Great Sage) opened it to find a scarlet-faced Wolfram: "Your Holiness! How do two men actually... do it?"
Murata adjusted his glinting glasses. "Shouldn't you ask His Majesty Yuuri~?" His shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. "Marital matters require... collaborative learning."
Chaos erupted when Wolfram later stormed into Yuuri and Conrad's "male intimacy discussion" during morning drills—
"You're discussing this behind my back? Cheater! Scum!"
"Wait! I asked Conrad for your sake!"
"Your Highnesses," Conrad interjected with his trademark smile, "Kissing suffices."
"Your brother complex is showing!!"
"See? Mother told the truth!" Wolfram triumphantly grabbed Yuuri, now contemplating the meaning of despair.