Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 11: For You (6) (M)

Contrary to Levinia’s expectations, Cassion wasn’t finished at all. Instead of ending things, he gently turned her over, positioning her on her stomach. The reason he had lowered her legs wasn’t to stop—it was to change their position.

Realizing his intention, Levinia instinctively glanced at his waist. Her breath caught in her throat, and her knees went weak.

It was still standing tall, rigid, and intimidatingly large, pointing skyward with no sign of calming down.

How did something that size even fit inside me? Levinia thought, her body trembling slightly at the mere sight of it.

As Cassion shifted his body, his length bobbed with every movement, thick droplets of white fluid dripping from its tip. Levinia’s face flushed a deep red at the utterly indecent sight.

He’s planning to continue until that finally settles down…

Wait, does it ever?!

In all her time with him, they had never stopped because Cassion was satisfied or tired. It was always because her body had given out first. His length had never softened—not even once. Judging by the burning desire in his eyes, today was no exception.

Levinia’s heart raced as Cassion loomed over her with a predatory gleam.

“H-Hold on… wait… ahhhhn!”

While Levinia was thinking this, Cassion had already pulled Levinia’s butt back and was in a position. Levinia’s thoughts also stopped at the lump of pleasure that dug into her roots in an instant. Cassion grabbed Levinia’s waist and violently hit her waist.

“Eek! Heh, Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Levinia’s body was pushed forward as the sticky penis sank deep inside. She grabbed the sheet and straightened her waist to prevent it from sliding further, and Cassion’s penis entered without fail.

“Ha, aaaah!”

As she was trembling, her body arching back like a bow, Cassion hugged Levinia. He grabbed her rippling breasts and pinched and kneaded their peaks, teasing her. Levinia twisted her body and tried to escape Cassion’s embrace at the waist movement and subsequent actions.

“Ugh! Ahhak! Slow down a little… … . Ahh! I’m going crazy… … . Ahh! Please… … . Ahh! Ahh!”

The sound of sticky water continued to ring in her ears. As Levinia tried to run away, sobbing, Cassion grabbed her wrist and continued to hit her.

“Heh-hah! Oh, ah! Ah! Oh! Eung… … . Ahh… … . Why is it still big! Ahh!”

A thick arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. Levinia’s white buttocks were pressed so deeply into Cassion’s thighs that her eyes widened.

“Heh-eung! Ahh-heh… … .”

As if he was trying to escape, Cassion shook his waist in that state. Levinia was startled by the penis moving up and down and stirring inside.

“Haaht, hngh! Aaah…! Not there! Ahnngh, Your Majesty… please spare me… ahhhhn!”

Levinia reached her climax, her body trembling as even her sensitive nipples stood taut. She slumped forward, breathless and overwhelmed, while Cassion remained far from finished.

“Adorable little thing,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction as he pulled the limp Levinia onto his lap, cradling her against him. His golden eyes gleamed with an intoxicating mix of desire and possessiveness.

Though he usually stopped around this point, tonight was different.

Tonight, he intended to take her to the very end.

For daring to keep the emperor waiting—and meeting with another man—she needed to be punished properly.

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Levinia had likely fainted twice in the middle of it all. The overwhelming sensations had been too much for her, causing her to lose consciousness, only to be gently awakened by Cassion’s teasing caresses. Undeterred, he embraced her again, taking her to the very limit.

Until that night, Levinia had never known it was even possible for a person to do so much—or that too much pleasure could make someone pass out.

Cassion continued until his desire was fully spent, only then finally satisfied. His face radiated pure contentment as he showered her with soft kisses.

Levinia, however, couldn’t move a single muscle. Not even her fingertips responded.

‘I’ve never felt like this before…’

She had genuinely thought she might die from it, yet from beginning to end, all she could do was surrender to the waves of pleasure that consumed her. Even now, her sensitive core trembled softly, still aching with need despite it all.

But her body had reached its absolute limit—her legs refused to close, trembling weakly as she lay helpless in his arms.

Cassion’s gaze lingered on Levinia’s flushed, swollen core, glistening with his release. His eyes were filled with satisfaction, yet a trace of insatiable hunger remained, as though even all they had shared wasn’t quite enough.

“Haa… ahh… ah…”

Levinia wanted to hide, overcome with embarrassment, but her body refused to move. She didn’t even have the strength to lift her arms. For the last several minutes, she had been pushed past her limits, experiencing wave after wave of climax without rest. Even now, her entire body trembled uncontrollably, her fingertips twitching with residual pleasure.

“Ugh… hngh…”

As Cassion’s cock slowly withdrew from her, a warm stream of his release followed, trickling down Levinia’s thighs. His gaze remained fixed on her, intense and unwavering. She could feel the weight of his eyes, but all she could do was blush, her face flushed deep red.

“Hngh…”

Apparently not yet satisfied, Cassion leaned down and captured her lips once again. Despite her exhaustion, Levinia sighed softly and accepted the kiss.

Even after all that… It was strange. Even though they had kissed countless times during their heated moments, this kiss—so tender yet lingering with a hint of sensuality—still felt incredibly stimulating.

“Haa…”

As if overcome by another surge of desire, Cassion wrapped Levinia tightly in his arms. She froze in place, feeling his length already standing at full attention once again. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her lips quivered as if she were about to cry.

Seeing her expression, Cassion couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“Don’t worry. I do have some self-control,” he said with a playful smirk.

Given that he had coaxed and teased her back into his arms several times earlier, it wasn’t easy to trust those words entirely. Still, his kiss was warm and comforting, and Levinia decided to surrender to the moment.

If I fall asleep like this, maybe he’ll leave me alone, she thought. With that, she nestled into his embrace, her body relaxing against him.

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Just imagining Levinia moaning his name at the peak of pleasure was enough to push Cassion over the edge. With a low groan, he released himself, his gaze never leaving her peaceful, sleeping face.

What a madman, he thought to himself, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips.

Even after everything they had done, it still wasn’t enough. Now, here he was, satisfying himself while watching her sleep—utterly shameless. If Levinia were to wake up and see this… He could only imagine how shocked and speechless she would be.

I can’t let her see this, he told himself. Yet, deep down, a darker part of him whispered otherwise.

But… what if she did?

He could almost see it—her wide, astonished eyes locking onto him, those green irises filled with a mix of shock and confusion. It was a dangerously tempting thought.

She’d be flustered… yet still unable to look away.

Just imagining that gaze—those wide green eyes filled with shock—was enough to stir his desire once more. His length hardened again almost immediately.

Cassion’s hand moved instinctively as he watched Levinia’s serene, sleeping face. He had covered her with a blanket, yet the image of what lay beneath it—how soaked she had been between her thighs—remained vivid in his mind.

“Hngh… ugh… hah…”

Having brought her to the adjoining room from his office and thoroughly indulged himself, Cassion had intended to show restraint—just for tonight. Yet, as his gaze lingered on Levinia’s sleeping form, that resolve crumbled.

‘It’s no use.’

Each time he touched her, his desire only grew stronger. It seemed insatiable, more consuming than before.

Would hearing Levinia say she loved me make this better? he wondered. No… it might only make it worse.

Not that it mattered. Even if he yearned for her affection, all he could give her was endless pleasure. He was hopelessly addicted—completely entranced by the way her body responded to him, her sweet scent, and the sheer ecstasy of being with her.

It was no longer something he could go a single day without.

“Haa… Levinia…” he whispered, her name slipping from his lips as he reached his peak once more.

He glanced at the window. It was still far from nightfall, but a troubling realization settled in his chest—

‘I won’t last until tonight.’

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Upon returning to her quarters, Levinia composed a letter to the duke’s estate, dictating it to her maid. She already had a good grasp of how things were progressing there, thanks to the regular reports sent by Baal, the newly appointed steward.

Baal was more suited to be a knight, with his broad, imposing build, but he had insisted on learning the duties of a steward. Previously, he had trained under Robert, who clearly trusted him enough to leave the estate in his hands. His competence was unquestionable.

In her letter, Levinia informed the estate to prepare for a long-term guest’s arrival. She also included notes about Ipherian’s preferences, having recently visited his quarters. With enough time until mid-next month, as Ipherian had mentioned, everything could be arranged without a hitch.

Levinia’s expectations for Ipherian were clear:
Identify any signs of magical influence on the members of the duke’s household.

That was all she needed from him. She had no intention of letting him get more involved. Though it wouldn’t cause him direct harm, it would expose his ability to use magic—a dangerous secret to reveal.

Ideally, she would have mobilized other mages from the household, but Johan Veradin, the true mastermind of the original story, was no simple opponent. Only a powerful mage like Ipherian stood a chance of uncovering his traces.

Once they caught a lead, she planned to leave the rest to Cassion.

But… will Johan really come after me? she wondered. I’m not Albert.

While the story had deviated significantly due to her actions, it still followed a similar trajectory in certain aspects. Maxim and Zelenka hadn’t been killed, but they had been driven out of the capital. Theo had been exiled to an island—not as secure as the palace—so she believed it wouldn’t be difficult for him to escape.

Is it selfish of me to claim the power Theo was meant to have?

Levinia knew how to pass through each gate of the Witch’s Tower. Even though the memory came from her past life, it remained vivid. Unlike Theo, she didn’t need Albert’s help. The tower wasn’t designed to be conquered by brute force but to test the wisdom of those who sought its power.

Despite her doubts, Levinia believed she needed that strength. Albert had been a swordmaster, but she wasn’t. If she was to take his place in this world, she would need the power to survive.

That meant she had to go to the Gray Forest soon.

But if I say I want to go alone, he won’t allow it.

It was nearly impossible to leave Cassion behind. If she couldn’t, she’d have to bring him along at least as far as the edge of the forest and continue alone from there.

If Cassion comes with me… he’ll probably tear the tower apart, she thought grimly.

Even the gates that Albert and Theo had barely passed by combining their strength would be like paper walls to Cassion.

Levinia briefly considered asking for his help but quickly dismissed the idea. If I manage to gain that power, he might just take it for himself.

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The newly completed dresses were carefully carried into Rose Palace one by one. Levinia inspected the engagement dresses as they were hung neatly in the dressing room, then stepped outside to check the matching shoes that had also arrived. Two pairs of shoes were prepared for each dress—one with high heels and another with low ones.

Every pair was an extravagant masterpiece, embroidered by hand with gold and silver threads and adorned with jewels, even though they would barely be visible beneath the dresses.

Alongside the dresses came an endless stream of matching accessories: handbags, headbands, handkerchiefs—enough to make the room feel like it might burst. Gifts celebrating Levinia’s succession to the Wendell Duchy and her engagement to the emperor poured in from all directions.

Among the senders, no one was more generous than Cassion himself. His gifts were ostensibly to congratulate her on becoming the duchess, a tradition where the emperor might bestow presents upon nobles who had earned high titles. But in reality, Cassion’s gifts far exceeded such customs.

He sent her a necklace adorned with a rare blue diamond—and included the entire diamond mine as part of the gift.

It was as if Cassion intended to give her everything, even the pillars holding up the empire, if it were possible. Levinia, though flustered, graciously accepted the necklace and returned the documents for the mine, declining it.

I don’t need more wealth, she thought. Becoming the Duchess of Wendell was more than enough. Cassion had already dismantled numerous opposing noble houses, which only benefited the Wendell family’s business ventures.

Levinia carefully expanded the Wendell business without overstepping boundaries that might provoke Cassion’s scrutiny. Yet even with such caution, it was easy to grow the business, given how many noble houses had been eliminated. By the time Cassion stabilized his regime, 78% of the high-ranking nobility had been purged, leaving behind numerous business opportunities.

The imperial family needed someone to fill the void left by those families and supply the empire’s needs. For that reason, the Wendell family had been left untouched.

Still, Levinia was mindful of imperial eyes. She avoided monopolies and, when competition in a given market intensified, she would sell the business and step away. Wendell profited most when there was little to no competition, withdrawing the moment rival companies began to rise.

This approach kept the Wendell family among the wealthiest noble houses. While they didn’t compare to the emperor, who controlled over 40% of the empire’s wealth, they remained unmatched among the nobility.

‘I thought I would be happy…’

The upcoming party would not only celebrate her engagement to the emperor but also officially recognize her as the Duchess of Wendell. She had expected to feel excited, but her heart felt strangely heavy instead.

It wasn’t because she disliked Cassion. Her feelings toward him had grown much more complex and warm. The problem was that she had not earned her title through her own effort, but through Cassion’s help.

‘All it took was a single word from the emperor…’

Of course, not every emperor could wield such power. During his father’s reign, it would have been far more difficult to enforce such decisions. Still, the fact that her title had nothing to do with her own talent or effort left Levinia feeling frustrated and resentful.

‘The title of duchess isn’t something earned through hard work—it’s something you polish after inheriting it. Even if it was originally meant to be mine…’

Despite her attempts at rationalizing it, bitterness lingered. It felt as though her sweat and tears had been wasted.

‘No, it’s still my rightful title. I’m simply reclaiming what was always mine.’

The future of that power, however, would depend entirely on her.