Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 3: Your Majesty, Why Are You Doing This? (4) (M)

“I heard that the young lady returned after serving His Majesty last night. I merely came to check on her condition, but the soldiers won’t let me in.”

“The young lady has given strict orders to rest and not be disturbed. If you’re concerned about her well-being, please come back another time.”

“You expect me to make another trip just to check on her? All she has to do is show her face for a moment! Tell her to come out immediately!”

Yannis’s sharp tone had no effect on Raphael, who didn’t even flinch.

“Please return, Lady Yannis,” he said firmly.

His resolute demeanor only stoked Yannis’s fury.

How much she had wanted to make this stunningly beautiful guard her own! She had even subtly hinted at her feelings to him, careful not to reveal too much. But his response had been cold, which only fueled her obsession.

And now, of all people, Raphael was standing on Levinia’s side. This infuriated Yannis even more.

“You insolent fool! Who do you think you are to give me orders? I serve His Majesty closer than anyone else! Move aside!”

Yannis tried to push past Raphael and enter the room, but the soldiers crossed their spears to block her path. Furious, Yannis reached out to slap one of the soldiers, but her wrist was swiftly caught. It was Raphael.

“Please stop and return,” he said calmly.

“Let go of me! How dare you lay a hand on someone who serves His Majesty directly?!”

“I am only doing my duty,” Raphael replied, gently releasing her wrist with a light push.

Fuming, Yannis slapped Raphael hard across the face. Though he frowned slightly, he didn’t avoid the blow and silently accepted it.

“You insolent fool! Who do you think you are?!”

Yannis kicked Raphael’s leg in anger, then grabbed a dagger from the belt of a nearby soldier, intending to stab him. Raphael, who had tolerated everything up to this point, frowned deeply, ready to intervene—when a chilling voice cut through the air.

“What are you doing?”

Everyone froze, bowing their heads instantly. Yannis, still holding the dagger, turned with a horrified expression.

“Your Majesty!!”

Cassion approached, flanked by his guards and attendants. His icy gaze landed on the dagger in Yannis’s hand, and she hastily hid it behind her back. She quickly softened her expression and bowed her head.

“You’ve arrived, Your Majesty.”

“I asked, what are you doing?”

Cassion’s voice dripped with irritation, and Yannis’s complexion turned pale. She rolled her eyes nervously, unable to lift her head.

“This man… threatened me, so I was only trying to protect myself,” she said.

“Threatened you?”

Cassion glanced at Raphael, who stood silently. The soldiers, sensing the tension, dropped to their knees in a panic.

“She tried to force her way into the young lady’s quarters, and we were merely preventing her from doing so!”

At the soldiers’ explanation, Yannis glared at them, her eyes blazing with fury. Cassion frowned as he looked down at her. He had always been aware of Yannis’s tyrannical behavior in the harem but had ignored it because he didn’t care about the harem’s affairs.

“What business do you have here?”

“Well, I heard that His Majesty spent the night with her… so I wanted to ask her a few things…”

Cassion’s expression darkened. He already knew that this ill-tempered woman had harmed multiple consorts in the harem. Though it hadn’t been his concern before, the thought of Levinia dealing with Yannis made him uneasy.

Could Levinia handle this woman? Perhaps she could, but knowing Yannis’s history, there was a possibility she might harm Levinia.

“For daring to raise your voice loud enough to reach my ears… lock her in her quarters for a month. Do not let her out. And if anything like this happens again, you have my permission to execute her.”

Cassion’s cold, detached voice as he gave the order to Raphael left Yannis reeling in shock.

“Y-Your Majesty!!”

“You’re still too loud,” Cassion muttered, his brow furrowing.

Yannis’s maids, alarmed, rushed to cover her mouth before she could scream further. Yannis glared at them, as if asking how they could betray her like this.

But the maids were only following the emperor’s command. While they served Yannis, their true loyalty lay with Cassion.

“Get her out of my sight.”

Cassion turned his back on her, as though he couldn’t bear to look at her any longer. Yannis’s maids dragged her away, even as she struggled and tried to twist her head back to look at him. But Cassion didn’t spare her a single glance.

Raphael bowed silently to the emperor.

“…Have any other consorts tried to come here?”

Cassion asked, and Raphael’s gaze flicked to the soldiers. One of them, who had risked speaking earlier, carefully answered.

“A few times… some came to ask if the young lady had returned.”

“…”

Cassion didn’t ask whether the visitors had been men or women. Currently, there were so few women left in the harem that they could be counted on one hand. Among those few, only Yannis and Levinia had shared the emperor’s bed.

It was hard to believe that those who hadn’t spent a night with him would have ventured here, so the others must have been men.

As that thought crossed his mind, Cassion felt a sudden surge of anger. This was his woman and his harem—how dare other men try to approach her?

But even the soldiers guarding Levinia’s quarters were men. That thought left him with a peculiar sense of discomfort as he glanced at them.

What was this feeling? Possessiveness?

Unable to make sense of his emotions, Cassion turned toward Levinia’s quarters and began walking. The soldiers stepped aside and opened the door for him.

This strange feeling had plagued him even during the morning’s official meetings. He had come here hoping that seeing Levinia might help him understand it.

“Your Majesty, you’ve arrived?”

The maids waiting inside bowed deeply to the emperor. Cassion’s gaze immediately turned toward the direction of Levinia’s bedroom.

“Where is she?”

“We sent someone to inform her that you’ve arrived, Your Majesty. She’s likely finishing her preparations, so if you wait just a moment…”

“I’ll go to her myself. Is her room this way?”

“Ah, y-yes…”

The maid stammered, trying to mask her flustered expression. It was unprecedented for the emperor to come directly to the harem immediately after concluding official business, let alone to not wait for someone to finish their preparations.

‘What has come over His Majesty?’

It was rare enough for him to visit the harem after a night together. Normally, he would send for the consort to come to his chambers instead.

The emperor visiting the harem personally was usually reserved for summoning consorts who were confined there. None had ever enjoyed the privilege of being fetched by him in person.

When the maid pointed out Levinia’s room, Cassion didn’t wait for her guidance. Ignoring the maids scrambling to open the door for him, he strode ahead and flung the door open himself.

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Levinia had just woken up, startled by a piercing voice that sounded like a scream from Yannis. Even though she hadn’t caught the rest of the commotion, the word “Your Majesty!” had been so loud that it rang in her ears. Her maids, having realized that the emperor had arrived, hurried to send someone to wake her up.

Levinia scrambled out of bed in a rush, intending to wash up and change her clothes. She had washed her face but couldn’t possibly greet the emperor while still in her nightgown.

“Kyaaah!”

“Y-Your Majesty!”

The maids helping Levinia dress froze in shock as they spotted the emperor. Levinia stood in her undergarments, wearing only a corset and petticoat.

Cassion’s gaze darkened as his eyes locked on Levinia’s figure.

“…Everyone, leave the room.”

The maids, sensing the weight of his command, quietly exited the bedroom. Before the door had even fully closed, Cassion was already striding toward Levinia.

“Y-Your Majesty… If you had waited, I would have finished preparing and come out properly. To see me like this… Forgive me,” Levinia stammered, her cheeks flushed as she hastily tried to cover herself over the corset with her hands and lowered her head.

Cassion’s fiery gaze bore into her, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Her appearance was, objectively, not extraordinary. Though he acknowledged there was a certain cuteness to her face, it lacked the striking beauty that would immediately captivate someone’s attention.

‘Or… is it different the more I look?’

At first, he thought her face was merely passable, but the longer he stared, the prettier it seemed. Her green eyes, tense and wide with apprehension, had an alluring charm, and her smooth skin glowed softly. Even her dull brown hair, well-maintained and neat, carried a certain appeal.

Still, that was all. Compared to the stunning beauties of the empire, her looks were far from exceptional. While she could be categorized as attractive, she wasn’t a great beauty.

‘Then why do I feel this insistent urge to keep looking at her face?’

This realization irritated Cassion, and his brows furrowed deeply. Levinia, standing before him, fidgeted under his intense scrutiny, carefully observing his mood.

“Your Majesty, if it’s alright with you… I’d like to… put on some clothes,” Levinia said hesitantly.

The dress that the maids had left half-prepared was draped over a nearby table. Realizing Cassion didn’t seem inclined to leave, Levinia cautiously edged toward the dress, hoping to at least get dressed. As she reached for it, Cassion suddenly grabbed her arm.

“What’s the point?”

“Pardon?”

Not understanding, Levinia blinked up at him, confused. Cassion smirked mischievously.

“I asked, what’s the point of putting it on when I’ll just take it off?”

Levinia’s face turned bright red in an instant, her expression momentarily blank with shock. That look, so innocent and endearing, made Cassion swallow hard.

‘Yes… this must be desire.’

“But… but we already… this morning… in the bathroom…” Levinia stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment as she tried to reason with him.

Cassion didn’t respond. Instead, his fingers moved deftly to loosen the ties of her corset. Her ample chest, freed from its constraints, bounced lightly as it came into view. The corset slipped from her body, falling to the floor at her feet.

“I want you again,” Cassion said simply.

He couldn’t explain the reason for his desire. He only knew that he wanted her, and until he was satisfied, he would indulge in that desire. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Cassion tugged at her petticoat, pulling it down to reveal her smooth thighs. The petticoat joined the corset at her feet, pooling on the floor.

“It’s still daytime…” Levinia protested softly.

But Cassion hadn’t even had breakfast yet. Seeing Levinia’s face had been more tempting to him than any meal.

Now clad only in her underwear, Levinia hesitated in his arms, her slender arms folded over her chest in an effort to hide herself. The shy gesture only fanned the flames of Cassion’s excitement.

Cassion gazed at her with satisfaction, his eyes lingering on her nearly bare figure. Noticing that only one piece of clothing remained, his hand slid along her thigh, his long, elegant fingers tracing upward until they slipped beneath her last layer of clothing.

“Y-Your Majesty… Ah…”

The body he had adored throughout the night and into the morning still carried traces of its lingering sensitivity, becoming wet with ease. Noticing the lewd stain quickly forming on the soft fabric of her underwear, Cassion pushed his fingers inside.

“Ahh…”

It was soft here, too. He could tell that he wouldn’t need much foreplay to enter her. Unable to contain his excitement, Cassion pulled her panties down. As he lifted Levinia’s body, the corset and petticoat tangled around her feet slid off completely, leaving her entirely bare.

“Ah?!”

Cassion didn’t even bother heading to the bed. Spotting a tea table framed in gold nearby, he placed Lavinia facedown on it. The sight of her rounded hips and the glistening, wet flesh between them ignited an unbearable thirst within him.

“Hyaah!”

What was he supposed to do? Lavinia, hesitating as she lay sprawled across the tea table, suddenly felt something hot and firm press against her parted folds and flinched in shock. Having endured him all night long just the night before, she knew it wasn’t Cassion’s penis.

“Ah! Your Majesty, not that!”

When she turned her head, Lavinia saw Cassion with his face buried between her legs, his tongue teasing her vagina. At the same time, he was unbuckling his trousers, revealing his erect penis, leaving her flustered.

Cassion! Something’s seriously wrong with him!

His member stood frighteningly rigid, dripping white liquid as if demanding her attention. The obscene sight made Lavinia’s face flush deeply as she quickly averted her gaze.

Yet, Cassion continued to lick her most private area, his tongue moving with deliberate, unrelenting strokes.

“Ahh… ngh, ahhh…!”

She never imagined she would be subjected to such a thing. While it felt undeniably good, the confusion stemmed from the fact that she had always thought of such intimacy as something meant only for Albert.

‘Why is he doing this to me?’