Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 2: Not the Second Wife, but the Mistress? (7) (M)

Her flustered reaction, accompanied by the warmth spreading across her cheeks, drew a faint, teasing smirk from him.

“Didn’t you say you were prepared to share my bed tonight?” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “If you’re this embarrassed over a little jewelry, how will you manage the rest?”

“It’s not embarrassment, it’s just…” Levinia tried to argue, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her.

Cassion chuckled softly and ignored her protests, undoing the golden chain himself. The cold metal slid against her skin as he removed it, and he tossed it aside, the chain falling to the floor alongside the discarded bells.

The ruby-adorned golden necklace, however, remained in place. Its shimmering brilliance only accentuated the soft glow of her bare skin, and Cassion saw no reason to remove it.

As Cassion released Levinia from his embrace and pulled the blanket down, his touch was unexpectedly gentle. Levinia, her face now flushed to the base of her neck, lowered her gaze. It was a gesture of resignation, but for some reason, it stirred something primal within Cassion—something deeper than he anticipated.

When the blanket slipped away entirely, revealing her bare skin, Cassion was taken aback. He had seen countless beautiful bodies in his life, yet this was the first time one affected him so strangely. Her pale, smooth skin seemed to shine faintly in the dim light, and for the first time, Cassion felt a peculiar tug at his chest.

The emperor frowned, unsettled by his own reaction, and studied Levinia again. She kept her eyes downcast, unaware of the turmoil she was stirring within him.

“Come closer,” Cassion said, his tone calm but commanding. “Help me remove my clothes.”

The request wasn’t intended to humiliate her; he said it simply to see how this strange sensation would develop as she drew nearer.

Levinia, though clearly uncomfortable, obediently stepped off the bed and stood before him. She was painfully aware of her own nakedness, but this night was about appeasing the emperor. If serving him meant ensuring her safety, then she would endure.

Cassion’s piercing gaze followed her every move. He had held many women before—women with extraordinary beauty—but he had never thought of any of them as particularly captivating.

By traditional standards, Levinia’s features weren’t extraordinary. Yet, there was something about her—a quiet charm, perhaps—that Cassion couldn’t ignore. Her modesty and unease only made her more intriguing to him. His chest stirred again, and he couldn’t pinpoint why.

What is this feeling?

Her shy movements and the soft, inviting curves of her body captured his attention completely. He wanted to keep looking. To touch her.

While Cassion was lost in his thoughts, Levinia carefully began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands were tentative, almost hesitant, as though afraid of offending him.

“You don’t have to be so cautious,” Cassion said suddenly, his voice soft but teasing. He caught one of her hands mid-motion, causing her to flinch and look up at him.

“Or is it,” he continued with a sly smile, “that you’ve been wanting to touch me all along, and it’s finally showing on your face?”

Cassion was well aware of the effect his looks had on others—both men and women alike. Normally, he found such attention distasteful, but with Levinia, it didn’t bother him. In fact, it pleased him.

“For tonight, I’ll be yours,” he added, his tone low and velvety. “So take your fill of me.”

Cassion guided her hand to his bare chest, his lips curving into a faint smirk as he felt her hesitate. Levinia’s wide, green eyes flickered with embarrassment and surprise, but she didn’t pull away.

“Y-Your Majesty… please don’t tease me,” she murmured, her voice shaky.

Cassion’s smirk deepened as he caught her hand again before she could retreat, bringing it to his lips. He pressed a kiss to her fingertips, his blue eyes locking onto hers.

“Fine,” he said, his voice smooth. “No more teasing. Go on, finish undressing me.”

Releasing her hand, Cassion leaned back slightly, giving her space to continue. Levinia’s gaze shifted awkwardly to his trousers, her face reddening further. It didn’t take much to realize what she had noticed—the evident bulge straining against the fabric.

Cassion’s smile turned wicked. He knew she understood what was causing it, and her inexperience made her reaction all the more amusing. She looked at him with a mixture of alarm and determination, and he found her efforts to maintain her composure almost endearing.

“Go on,” he urged, his voice a husky whisper.

When she hesitated, Cassion reached out, his hands gliding over her heated skin.

Why resist? he thought to himself. She came to my bed for this reason, after all.

His fingers brushed over her flushed cheek before moving to her delicate shoulder. Levinia trembled slightly under his touch, her body tense yet compliant.

When his hands cupped the soft swell of her breasts, her breath hitched. Her rosy cheeks deepened in color, and Cassion couldn’t help but think how genuinely endearing she looked in her embarrassment.

She’s… surprisingly cute like this.

The sensation of her soft, pliant skin beneath his palms was satisfying in a way he hadn’t expected. Gently, he kneaded her breast, his thumb grazing the hardened peak of her nipple.

When Levinia squirmed slightly, her thighs instinctively pressing together, Cassion smirked.

“Ah,” she gasped softly, her voice barely audible.

His hand trailed downward, brushing along her stomach before moving lower.

“You need to let me in here, Levinia,” Cassion murmured, his voice low and intimate. “Aren’t you my woman?”

The words tumbled out carelessly, but the moment he said them, they lingered. Cassion felt an unfamiliar weight settle in his chest as the phrase my woman echoed in his mind.

It was a fleeting thought, but one that left a deep and lasting impression on him.

Levinia, unsure of what to do, hesitated and slowly parted her legs. Cassion, as if praising her, cupped her cheek with his other hand. When his fingers, which had been caressing her lower abdomen, slid between her legs, Levinia’s eyes widened.

“Keep them open, just like that.

As Levinia reflexively closed her legs, Cassion whispered softly to her. When Levinia looked up at him with teary eyes, the smile on Cassion’s lips didn’t fade.

She looked so adorable that it only made him want to tease her even more. Any trace of annoyance he might have felt had long since disappeared.

“Ugh…”

His fingers brushed against the delicate mucous membrane, gently teasing the petals. Since it was a place Levinia had only ever touched while washing, her thighs twitched as if she wanted to close her legs. Even that reaction excited Cassion, though Levinia herself was completely unaware.

“Hik.”

A single finger slipped inside and persistently explored her inner walls. Levinia struggled to maintain her composure, holding back a moan as her expression threatened to waver. She remembered the warnings she had received before entering the emperor’s chambers.

Even without that, she knew that acting like a lifeless stone was the only way to make Cassion lose interest in her. So she forced herself to remain completely still, like a wooden doll.

The skilled fingers inside her probed and rubbed with such precision that Levinia felt as though a moan might escape at any moment. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch, even places she herself was unaware of, leaving her utterly vulnerable.

No matter how much she tried to suppress her reactions, the slight twitch of her body gave her away. Cassion didn’t miss a single movement, persistently targeting the spots that made her shudder.

“Ngh… ah… stop…” she whimpered, her voice trembling as she reached out to grab his wrist, desperate to halt his relentless exploration.

Her plea only seemed to amuse him. A self-assured smile played at the corners of Cassion’s lips as he tilted his head, his tone dripping with mockery.

“Stop? My lady… after getting this soaked, you still have the nerve to say that?”

“Hahh!”

Fingers slipped down toward her backside, exploring the parted folds with deliberate care. When the two fingers, now working together, touched her from different angles, Levinia couldn’t suppress the sharp gasp that escaped her lips.

“Nngh… ah… ugh… Y-Your Majesty…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and arousal.

Cassion, his face so close to hers it felt as though he might kiss her, whispered in a low, teasing tone, “Even the Lady can make such an adorable face in moments like this.”

For a fleeting moment, Levinia wished he would kiss her, but she immediately dismissed the thought. She knew it wouldn’t happen. In the original story, Cassion only ever kissed Albert. To everyone else, he found such acts distasteful. Even though he performed oral sex without hesitation for Albert, he refused to share such intimacy with anyone else.

“Ngh… haah… ahh… Y-Your Majesty… It’s fine now… please stop…”

The sensation was overwhelming. If he kept touching her like this, Levinia felt as though she might lose herself completely. She almost wished he would just move on and finish it—let him take her so it could all be over. Even though his fingers had now increased to three, skillfully stretching and teasing her, Cassion clearly didn’t think it was enough.

Unbeknownst to Levinia, Cassion was well aware of the daunting size of himself. For someone experiencing it for the first time, it was bound to be overwhelming.

“If you’re not wet enough, it’ll hurt,” he murmured in a calm, measured tone, though his words carried a clear intent.

“Ngh… but… ahh, no, I can’t—” Levinia gasped, clinging to his arm in desperation as the relentless motion of his fingers tore through her defenses. She had forgotten entirely that the emperor hadn’t given permission yet.

Despite her best efforts to suppress her reactions, his skilled fingers continued their exploration, hitting just the right spots with practiced precision.

“Hahh! No, stop… ahhh!” she cried out as her body betrayed her, shuddering as it reached its peak. Her legs wobbled unsteadily beneath her, and she clung to him for support.

Without hesitation, Cassion withdrew his fingers and caught her trembling form with ease. As though accustomed to moments like this, he scooped her up effortlessly and laid her down on the bed. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide with deliberate care.

Ahh…

The moment was finally here. Once this was over, the long, agonizing night would come to an end. Levinia couldn’t bear to look; she turned her head to the side, avoiding the sight entirely.

Cassion, calm and methodical, removed his trousers and walked to the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he retrieved a high-grade potion. This wasn’t something ordinary people could ever hope to afford—it was a rare and expensive item, usually reserved for generals heading into battle or gifted by the emperor himself.

Uncorking the potion, Cassion poured it liberally over his length. There was no injury on him that required healing. Instead, this was a precaution—a way to ensure that even if Levinia’s body couldn’t fully handle him, any damage caused would heal almost instantly.

Unaware of what was happening behind her, Levinia remained turned away, her legs spread wide and hanging off the edge of the bed. Cassion moved closer to her, the height of the bed aligning perfectly with his angle of entry, even though he hadn’t yet climbed onto the mattress.

“Ngh…”

The cold, slick sensation of the potion-coated length pressed firmly against her wet entrance. Before Levinia could fully process what was happening, Cassion began to push himself inside, his movements steady and unyielding.

“Hnnngh!” she gasped sharply, her voice breaking as her body instinctively tensed.

Thanks to his thorough preparation, the pain wasn’t as sharp as it could have been, but the sheer size of him was overwhelming. He was far too large, and her body struggled to accommodate him. The stretch was immense, and despite the potion’s aid, the sensation of being filled so completely was nearly unbearable.

Tears welled up in Levinia’s eyes, threatening to spill over as a dull ache bloomed deep inside her. Her body trembled, frozen in place, unable to even move her hips as she tried to adjust to his intrusion.

But Cassion didn’t wait for her. With measured control, he began to move, his hips pressing forward inch by inch.

“Ahh—! Hic!”

Her insides were already stretched to their limit. The sharp pain of tearing she had initially feared seemed to fade, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of being completely filled. Startled by the sudden absence of pain, Levinia instinctively tensed, bracing herself for more, but it never came.

“It’s because of the potion,” Cassion explained calmly, his hands firmly gripping her waist as he pressed his length further inside. The feeling of something so large pushing deeper made her body tremble involuntarily.

“Ahh… ngh…” Levinia whimpered, her voice catching in her throat as the sensation rippled through her.

“The wounds inside you have already healed. There won’t be any more pain. So…”

Focus on me.

With those words, Cassion pushed forward again, driving himself in to the hilt. His full length buried deep within her, the tip pressed against a spot she hadn’t even realized existed, a place she hadn’t been aware she could feel.

“Nngh—ahh!” Levinia’s body shook violently, a shudder running through her as his intrusion reached a depth that left her breathless. The unfamiliar sensation, so sharp and clear, made her acutely aware of every inch of him inside her.

The obscene heat spreading from where they were joined left Levinia flustered, her mind racing to process the unfamiliar sensations. It felt… far better than she had expected, far better than she had dared to imagine. While that should have been a relief, something about Cassion’s unexpected gentleness unsettled her.

He wasn’t like this, was he?

Though Cassion was undeniably a tyrant, he was never unnecessarily cruel to his inner circle. Of course, that made sense. Even as a feared emperor, he relied on his faction to maintain his power. Having ruled for over a decade, he had built and cemented his authority, commanding unwavering loyalty from his allies.

“Nngh… ahh! Y-Your Majesty… ahhh…!” Levinia cried out as Cassion pulled her hips closer, his movements deliberate as his length stretched and shifted her insides.

The massive, curving girth of him pressed firmly against her inner walls, rubbing and grinding in ways that made her face flush deeply with embarrassment. She hadn’t expected to feel like this—she hadn’t expected to feel so… good.

No… no… I don’t want this… it’s too much…