Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 3: Your Majesty, Why Are You Doing This? (1) (M)

“Ahhh! Ngh… ahh! Ahhhh, ahhh!” Levinia cried out sweetly, her voice trembling as her body writhed beneath him, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure.

Cassion looked down at her, utterly captivated. Was this young lady always like this?

The sight of her losing herself, her body arching uncontrollably as she sobbed with pleasure, made his heart swell with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Her vulnerability, her helplessness, and the way her voice quivered as she called out—it was all too much.

Unable to restrain himself, Cassion moved with relentless abandon, his hips driving against her with purpose. When Levinia tried to twist away in desperation, he grabbed her legs and spread them wide once more, pinning her in place.

“Ngh! Ahhh… Y-Your Majesty… no more… I can’t take any more…!” she whimpered, shaking her head as her voice cracked.

Her soft, brown hair swayed with each frantic movement, the strands catching the dim light as though glowing. Even her hair seemed to exude a subtle, sweet fragrance that drew him in further. Unable to resist, Cassion buried his face in her silky locks, inhaling deeply.

“No more, you say?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “Didn’t I warn you? If you keep whining, you’ll be punished.”

Cassion whispered teasingly as he ground his thick length against the trembling, sensitive walls inside her. Watching Levinia’s expression shift, her embarrassment melting into pleasure, stirred something primal in him. He wanted her to feel even more, to succumb completely. With that thought, he thrust himself fully inside, his movements deliberate as he explored her depths.

“Ahh… ngh… no… not there… don’t rub there, ahhh!” Levinia cried out as he pressed against her most sensitive spot, twisting slightly to amplify the sensation. Her back arched instinctively, her hips bucking under the overwhelming stimulation.

Cassion, ever in control, pinned her firmly beneath him, his skilled movements unrelenting. Thud, thud, thud! Each thrust was deep and precise, making her walls flutter and tighten around him. The slick sensation sent a surge of heat through him, and his mouth watered at the thought of her complete surrender.

“Nngh! Ahhh! I-I can’t… it feels like… I’m going to… ahhh!” Levinia’s body convulsed as another powerful climax overtook her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath.

But Cassion wasn’t finished. Not even close.

Seeing her legs go limp, he shifted, lifting them over his shoulders, leaving her completely exposed. The sudden movement made Levinia gasp in shock, her eyes wide as panic flickered across her flushed face.

“W-wait, no…! Ahhh, Your Majesty! If you do that… ngh… ahhh, no! I’m already… I can still feel it… ahhh!”

Squish! Thud! Squish! The wet, lewd sounds of his deep thrusts echoed in the room, accompanied by Levinia’s uncontrollable cries. The image of her, completely undone, bore no resemblance to the composed daughter of a prestigious duke. Her lips, wet with drool, trembled as her face melted in pleasure, her once-pristine demeanor shattered.

Cassion’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smirk as he watched her. Adorable, he thought.

He’d seen many crumble beneath him before, but none had stirred such feelings within him. Levinia was the only one who made him feel this impatient, this eager to see how far he could push her. The desire to make her feel more, to take her further, burned inside him.

With a sharp movement of his hips, he thrust harder, more intensely, making her squirm and cry out as if she were truly at her limit.

“Dying, are you?” he teased with a wicked grin. “It’s not death you’re feeling—it’s pleasure so strong it feels like it.”

Ignoring her protests, he silenced her with a forceful kiss, his lips capturing hers with a passion that left no room for escape. He could hardly believe how intoxicating the act was, how much pleasure it brought him. This, too, was something he had only ever discovered with her.

“Mmnh… ngh… mmm…”

The lewd, wet sound of Cassion sucking on her tongue—chuuup—sent shivers down Levinia’s trembling body. Tears welled up and spilled from her eyes, a mix of physiological reaction and the overwhelming sensations wracking her form. Yet, despite her tear-streaked face, the emperor’s insatiable desire showed no signs of abating.

Of course it didn’t—Cassion was the epitome of virility, the most relentless and dominant figure in the story. His strength, his skill, his unyielding appetite—all hallmarks of the novel’s most formidable lover.

“Nngh! Hngh, mmph! Ahh, ahhhn… mmmph!” Levinia whimpered and gasped as his tongue claimed hers, her body quaking beneath him.

The relentless rhythm of his thrusts—sharp, deep, and merciless—had pushed her sensitive body to its absolute limit. Having reached her peak several times already, she felt as though her nerves were on fire, each new motion almost too much to bear.

“Haaah… ahhh! Nghh—Your Majesty!”

As Cassion finally released her lips, a soft, broken moan escaped from Levinia. He wasted no time, his hands moving to her heaving breasts, greedily kneading the soft mounds as he leaned down, his breath warm and heavy against her ear.

“Tch… I told you to call me Cassion,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and amusement.

“Hahh… ahhh… ahhhhhh!” Levinia cried out, her body trembling violently as another climax overtook her. At the same time, a rush of heat flooded deep inside her as Cassion reached his own peak, spilling himself within her.

Despite the overwhelming sensations, Levinia wasn’t worried. She knew that Cassion’s chamber was equipped with enchanted contraceptive artifacts designed to prevent unwanted pregnancies. Yet, her relief was short-lived as his teasing words followed close behind.

“You must want to carry my child… doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

Breathing heavily, Cassion lowered his head toward Levinia once more, his lips instinctively finding hers. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, as though he couldn’t get enough. The soft, velvety feel of her lips against his left her dazed and disoriented.

Levinia couldn’t understand it—he wasn’t supposed to enjoy kissing. He didn’t even like it in the original story. And yet, here he was, not only kissing her but doing so with a skill and passion that made her body melt.

This isn’t fair, she thought hazily, as his kisses overwhelmed her senses.

As her embarrassment faded, Levinia found herself unconsciously surrendering to the kiss, her lips yielding to his. For a moment, she forgot everything—their situation, her shame, even her exhaustion. Her pliant response elicited a low, satisfied chuckle from Cassion.

“Since you seem to like it so much, I’ll spoil you even more,” he murmured against her lips, his voice dripping with affection.

What?! Levinia snapped back to her senses, her face flushing bright red as she tried to push him away.

“N-no, that’s not it!” she stammered, panic evident in her voice.

“Oh?” Cassion smirked wickedly, the amusement in his expression making her heart race faster. Without warning, he began to move his hips again, his thrusts slow and deliberate. His length pressed into her sensitive, slickened walls, finding and teasing her most vulnerable spots.

The sensation made her body react instinctively, her inner muscles fluttering around him, much to his satisfaction.

“No more! Your Majesty, I really can’t… this is too much!” she cried out, her voice trembling as she tried to squirm away from him.

“Hmmm~,”

Cassion frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied, and studied Levinia’s desperate expression. She looked up at him, her face pleading.

“I really feel like I’m going to die… Your Majesty, please,” she begged, her voice trembling with urgency.

His lips curled into a teasing smirk as he looked down at her knowingly, clearly seeing through her words. “Where, and how, do you feel like you’re going to die?”

Levinia’s face burned even brighter, caught off guard by his pointed question. She hesitated, realizing he wasn’t going to relent unless she answered.

“M-my insides… they’re too sensitive… I can’t take it anymore,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“So you feel like you’re going to die because of that?” he asked with a mockingly thoughtful tone, as if her explanation suddenly made perfect sense.

“Yes! It’s… it’s too much!” Levinia blurted, relief flickering across her face as she thought he might finally understand.

“So, it feels so good you think you might die?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Y-yes!” she replied instinctively, before immediately realizing her mistake. Her eyes widened as panic set in, and she started to fumble over her words. “No, I mean… not like that! It’s not because it feels good, it’s just—”

“Not because it feels good, hmm?” Cassion interrupted smoothly, his sharp gaze boring into her with amusement.

Levinia floundered, her eyes darting nervously as she tried to piece together an explanation. “It’s just… it’s too embarrassing, I can’t handle it… and my stomach keeps… it keeps trembling so weirdly… so…”

Cassion’s eyes gleamed wickedly at her awkward confession, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. Is she asking me to stop? Or begging me to keep going?

Her flustered expression, combined with her weak protests, only fueled his desire to push her further.

“So your stomach’s trembling weirdly, huh?” he drawled, his tone dripping with mock concern.

“Yes, yes!” Levinia nodded fervently, her expression earnest.

Cassion’s smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. “How unfortunate. The only cure for that is for me to rub it thoroughly with this,” he said, his voice laden with suggestion as he began to grind his length against her most sensitive spot.

“Ahhh! That’s a lie! Ahhh, no!” Levinia cried out, her body writhing as the sensation sent another wave of intense pleasure through her.

“You dare question the Emperor’s word?” Cassion growled, mock indignation in his tone. “For that insolent tongue, I’ll have to punish you… like this.”

Cassion pulled Levinia’s hips firmly toward him, burying himself deep inside her as though delivering the punishment he had promised. Thud, thud, thud! His relentless thrusts reached all the way to the hilt, and Levinia whimpered, her body writhing helplessly beneath him.

“No, stop! Ahhh… ngh, it’s too deep…! A-ahhh! I hate it, Your Majesty!” she cried out, her voice trembling with both protest and overwhelming sensation.

“Hate it? And yet, you’re feeling this much,” Cassion teased with a dark chuckle, his predatory gaze locking onto her tear-streaked face.

“You keep throwing tantrums like this… it’s far too cute,” he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “I suppose I’ll just have to let you feel it even more.”

With that, he hooked her legs over his sides, securing them tightly as he began to move again. This time, his thrusts were more deliberate, his hips swiveling slightly to rub his cock against her sensitive walls in new ways. The way his girth curved and dragged inside her made her gasp, the friction both overwhelming and unbearable.

“A-ahhh! Your Majesty… ahhh, nooo… ngh…!” Levinia whimpered, her voice breaking as his movements sent shocks of pleasure straight to her core.

“This feels good, doesn’t it?” Cassion asked, his tone mocking yet smooth.

“No, it doesn’t!” she tried to protest, though her voice was drowned out by her own cries. “Ahhh! Ahhh… ngh, ahhhh—!”

Levinia’s slightest reaction of pleasure only seemed to spur Cassion on, his relentless focus zeroing in on every sensitive spot he discovered. His shameless, calculated thrusts drew helpless cries from her lips, her flushed cheeks betraying her conflicted emotions.

Why is he so… so good at this?! Levinia thought desperately, her mind a chaotic swirl. This isn’t right! Why am I enduring this night?! This is supposed to be Albert’s!

Her face burned as her protests dissolved into whimpers, her body unable to resist responding to his skilled movements. Cassion, noticing her red cheeks and trembling cries, seemed all the more invigorated. His piercing blue eyes glinted with a hunger that bordered on obsession, his desire for her unmistakable.

“Levinia…” he murmured, his voice deep and heavy with longing.

“Ahh! Ngh… too much… Your Majesty, please, not so hard… ahh…!” she cried out, her voice breaking as he focused on a particularly sensitive spot, sending her body into uncontrollable spasms.

“Right there again?” he teased, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he pressed into that spot once more, deliberately drawing out her reactions.

The night stretched on, unrelenting and indulgent, filled with the sounds of their entwined bodies and Levinia’s helpless cries. Cassion showed no signs of stopping, his insatiable desire ensuring that their night together was both long and scandalously sinful.

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Kisses, bodily fluids exchanged with others, and intercourse… it was all full of things Cassion found unappealing. Yet, kisses could be refused, and fluids could simply be washed away. As for the pleasure that accompanied intercourse, he didn’t think it was all that bad.

Cassion liked sex. Why would anyone hate an act that gave pleasure? However, even though it was a pleasurable act, Cassion had never offered affection to his partners. His relationships were purely physical, devoid of any emotional connection.

It’s often said that sharing a body leads to inadvertently sharing feelings, but… in Cassion’s bedroom, death was not an uncommon outcome. Those he took to bed were spared their rightful executions only because of sex. It was inevitable that their lives ended as they did.

Their continued existence served only to atone with their bodies for the sins they had committed against Cassion.

Of course, not everyone was treated this way. There were also those who sought to become Cassion’s consorts, driven by their own desires and ambitions. While Cassion didn’t care for them either, he treated them differently from the others. At the very least, they had not mocked him as a “bedroom slave,” and thus they were entitled to better treatment.

But even they failed to capture Cassion’s heart. He found their bodily fluids repulsive, and their natural scents nauseating. Once sex was over, it was customary for them to be dragged out of Cassion’s bedroom and sent back to the harem.

This rule applied to everyone who had shared a bed with him, regardless of how many times it had happened. Whether they were men or women, all were treated the same.

All except for one person—Levinia.

“…Your Majesty.”

A voice spoke softly, perhaps because the gasping moans had finally quieted. Levinia had long since fallen asleep in Cassion’s arms, as if fainting from exhaustion. Cassion, who had been staring at her intently, glanced irritably toward the door.

“There’s no need to come in.”

He spoke firmly, personally covering Levinia’s ears with his hand. The attendants waiting behind the door were taken aback by his words.