Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 5: I Won’t Give You a Chance to Escape (2) (M)

The thick curtains were drawn over every window, and the maids left the room, barring anyone from approaching. Officially, it was for the sake of Lavinia’s rest, but in truth, it was to prevent anyone from overhearing what might happen.

“Phew…”

After locking the door and confirming the curtains were securely drawn, Lavinia climbed onto the bed, holding the jewelry box. Even just lifting her skirt by herself felt unbearably embarrassing.

“His Majesty… idiot…”

Pouting with frustration, Lavinia grumbled to herself. If it had been for her own sake, perhaps she wouldn’t have felt so embarrassed, but the fact that she was doing this because Cassion had ordered her to made it all the more mortifying. Nevertheless, she rolled up her petticoat and removed her panties.

“Ugh…”

Trying to mimic how Cassion touched her, she reached down, but it was no use—she couldn’t get herself aroused. After a moment of hesitation, Lavinia decided to use the aphrodisiac.

“Wait, did Cassion ever use aphrodisiacs with Albert?”

She recalled that Albert had once been drugged with an aphrodisiac by one of Cassion’s enemies, but it didn’t seem like Cassion had personally used one on him. This thought suddenly irritated her.

“Why just me?! So, Albert’s the real deal, and I’m not? Is that it?!”

Though she felt indignant, it seemed impossible to ready herself without the aid of the aphrodisiac. Lavinia opened one of the small metal containers, scooped out the substance, and applied it to the area between her thighs.

“…Doesn’t feel like much.”

She could feel the cool, slightly slick texture of the substance, but it didn’t seem to do much. Lavinia sighed deeply, almost bored, as she idly touched herself. When Cassion touched her, her body would heat up almost instantly… How exactly did he do it again?

The mere thought of Cassion made her face flush. She recalled how he would hold her tenderly, teasing her with whispered questions about what felt good, and it only embarrassed her further.

“Is this stuff even working?”

Far from it. In reality, this aphrodisiac was a premium product supplied exclusively to the imperial family. It wasn’t just highly effective—it even came with certain side effects that some people found enjoyable. But since Lavinia had no knowledge of such things, she carelessly applied even more of the substance, oblivious to its potency.

The areas where she had applied the aphrodisiac started to feel cooler, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she was using it wrong. Thinking that merely applying it externally might not be enough, she considered using it internally as well, but that seemed far too intimidating.

“What His Majesty meant was probably that I should loosen myself up here…”

Her face burning with embarrassment, Lavinia cautiously inserted a finger inside. The sensation was so cold that her body instinctively tensed, but it seemed more effective than when she had only applied it to the surface. Even though it was her own touch, it felt strange.

“Nngh… haah…”

What Lavinia didn’t realize was that this particular aphrodisiac required a certain level of body heat to activate. For someone like Cassion, whose body temperature was naturally high, it worked instantly. But Lavinia, whose body was naturally cooler and less muscular, experienced a slower reaction.

However, the internal temperature was warmer than the surface of her body, so the effects of the aphrodisiac began to take hold more quickly.

“Ahh… mmm… ah…”

The sensation was far more pleasurable than she had anticipated. Emboldened, she dipped her finger back into the aphrodisiac and applied it again, this time inserting it more deliberately. Initially, it had been too embarrassing, but as she grew absorbed in the stimulation, she began to focus entirely on the sensation.

“Nngh… mm… ah…”

Cassion had instructed her to use multiple fingers to stretch herself, but Lavinia couldn’t bring herself to go that far. Still, as she continued to touch herself, her inner walls gradually softened and loosened. She figured that was enough.

For some reason, the thought of Cassion sitting on his throne, imagining this exact scene and enjoying it, crossed her mind. It made her feel annoyed and indignant.

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By the time the meeting was nearing its end, Cassion was already restless. Lavinia, being inexperienced in such matters, had almost certainly already used the aphrodisiac as instructed. The mere thought of it stirred his irritation, and the ministers, quick to notice the shift in his mood, hurried to wrap up the session. None of them wanted to risk dragging things out and possibly provoking the emperor’s wrath—it might very well cost them their lives.

“…Fine. This meeting is adjourned,” Cassion announced.

As both the start and end of state meetings were at the emperor’s discretion, Cassion rose from the throne as soon as he declared it over. He paid little attention to the ministers bowing deeply as he exited the imperial chamber through the private royal passage.

Earlier that morning, on his way to the chamber, he had rearranged his schedule. He had ensured he had a three- to four-hour window before his next duties. During that time, he planned to thoroughly “melt” Lavinia and then bring his work to the Hyacinth Palace’s reception room to attend to it there.

As Cassion strode down the corridors, his robes billowing behind him, servants and guards halted in their tracks, bowing their heads respectfully. It was no mystery where the emperor was headed. For the past several days, he had gone straight to the Hyacinth Palace after every meeting.

The palace maids of the Hyacinth Palace weren’t flustered by the emperor’s sudden appearance—they had grown used to it. Without hesitation, they escorted him to the room where Lavinia would be waiting.

Cassion loosened his collar as he turned to the attendants.

“You may all leave now.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“If you need anything, please call for us,” one of them offered politely.

He barely registered their words, already making his way down the passage that led to the bedroom. Opening the door, his sharp senses immediately picked up on soft, suggestive breaths. It was Lavinia.

“Still at it?”

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he closed the door behind him and approached the bedroom. Without bothering to knock, he pushed open the door, causing Lavinia, who was lying on the bed, to startle.

“It’s me,” he said.

“A-ah… Your Majesty…”

The sound of her voice, tinged with relief at his arrival, oddly pleased him. Cassion shut the door and strode toward the bed, removing his shirt as he went. He had already begun undressing on his way to the room, so it was a simple matter.

“Ah… Greetings to the Sun of Adalaxus,” Lavinia said, her voice trembling as she greeted him formally.

“Are you ready?”

Now clad only in his pants, Cassion’s face was mischievous as he asked the question. Lavinia, her face already flushed a deep red, glared at him through her embarrassment.

“A-a-almost…”

“I’ll have to check for myself,” he said with a teasing smirk. “If you’re ready, I’ll put myself in right away. Come here.”

When Cassion extended his hand, Lavinia hesitantly rose from the bed. Judging by the sound of the door opening earlier, she must have hurriedly pulled down her skirt, as not even a glimpse of her long, slender legs was visible—a slight disappointment to him.

Lavinia, still unsteady, stepped down from the bed. As she stood there, Cassion closed the distance between them in a single stride and reached for the ties at the neckline of her dress.

She was wearing a simple nightgown, and untying the strings near her chest caused the upper part to loosen considerably. Without hesitation, Cassion undid the rest of the ties and pulled the nightgown down from her shoulders entirely.

“Ah…”

Since she wasn’t wearing a corset and only had on a petticoat beneath, her bare breasts were fully exposed. Though the nightgown still hung loosely around her waist, Cassion quickly pulled it down entirely. His eager hands then moved to untie the strings of her petticoat, and Lavinia’s cheeks flushed a deep red.

“Did you apply it to your breasts as well?”

“N-no, not on my breasts yet…”

Now completely naked after her petticoat was removed, Lavinia answered timidly. Cassion glanced over at the jewelry box on the table, its lid left open. Inside were five small bottles of aphrodisiac, though only one had been taken out and used.

With a sly grin, Cassion picked up another bottle, opened it, and poured a generous amount into his palm. He then reached out and began rubbing the substance over both of Lavinia’s breasts.

“Ahh…!”

As the cool, damp sensation of the aphrodisiac made Lavinia shiver, Cassion kneaded her breasts and spoke in a soothing tone.

“Is it cold? Just bear with it for a moment… It’ll start to feel good soon.”

“Haa… A-alright…”

Even without the aphrodisiac, Cassion’s touch alone was enough to make her feel good, so Lavinia let out a soft sigh as she replied. Seeing the expression on her face, Cassion pulled her close and embraced her.

“…Open your mouth,” he murmured, his voice gentle and coaxing.

When she obeyed and parted her lips, his tongue slipped inside, tangling with hers in a sticky, heated kiss that teased the sensitive lining of her mouth.

“Mmm…”

“This aphrodisiac doesn’t work on men,” Cassion said, his voice low and husky. “So, you don’t need to worry about it affecting me. If I got more excited than usual… it would only make things harder for you.”

He was right. Cassion was already difficult enough to handle as he was. If the aphrodisiac made her even more sensitive and prone to pleasure, she might not be able to leave the bed for days.

With a soft smack, Cassion pulled back from the kiss, taking Lavinia’s hand and guiding her to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he positioned her to lean over his lap.

“W-why…?”

“I just want to see how diligently you’ve completed the assignment I gave you. Hurry now.”

A sense of foreboding crept over her, but disobeying the emperor’s command was not an option. Nervously, Lavinia glanced at him before leaning over his lap as instructed. The moment she did, Cassion’s hands moved brazenly, caressing her bare backside.

“Now, let’s see…”

“Eek?!”

Without warning, two of Cassion’s fingers slid into the parted folds. His hands were undeniably larger than Lavinia’s, given the difference in their physiques. Naturally, his longer fingers reached deeper inside, stirring her inner walls.

“Ah, ahhh…!”

The sensation was far more pleasurable than when she had touched herself, causing her hips to tremble involuntarily. Cassion chuckled mischievously at her reaction.

“I said I’d enter you as soon as I returned, but is this all you managed to prepare? Well, I suppose there’s no helping it.”

Taking the remaining aphrodisiac from the bottle, Cassion poured it between her thighs, the slick substance spreading across her sensitive skin. Without hesitation, he began to press his fingers inside, moving them in and out in a teasing rhythm.

“Ahh! Ahhh…! Eek! Y-Your Majesty… ahhh!”

The stimulation was far greater than she had anticipated. Even though he was only teasing the entrance, the overwhelming sensation made her rear entrance twitch involuntarily in response.

“You need to stay still. Isn’t this because you failed to complete the assignment I gave you? I’m just helping you,” Cassion said with a sly tone.

“Ahhh, ahhhng! Your Majesty… ah! Ahhh!”

His fingers curled and thrust deeply, bringing the slick aphrodisiac inside and spreading it through her inner walls. What had felt cold on the outside melted almost instantly when it entered her warmth, quickly being absorbed and heightening her sensitivity. The sudden surge of pleasure left Lavinia’s expression dazed and unfocused.

“Ahhhng! Ahhh! Please, Your Majesty… stop…! It already feels so strange… ahhhn!”

“Is that so? You’re already taking three fingers now.”

Cassion’s fingers, thicker than Lavinia’s own, slid into her parted folds. Despite having three fingers stirring inside, her body accommodated them with ease, as if it had been prepared to accept him.

“Ahhh… mmm… ahhhng…”

“Haah… this should be enough,” Cassion said, his voice low and satisfied.

Lavinia was on the verge of climaxing, but Cassion didn’t let her reach the peak. Instead, he abruptly withdrew his fingers, leaving her breathless and panting with a sense of unfulfilled longing. She knew, however, that this wasn’t the end—Cassion wasn’t the kind of man to stop here. Something far larger would come next.

As he helped Lavinia to her feet, Cassion unbuckled his pants and gave her a quiet command.

“Put your hands here and push your hips back…”

What Cassion pointed to was a backless chair. Lavinia obediently placed her hands on the chair and pushed her hips back toward him. Having discarded his pants, Cassion gazed at her with burning eyes.

The flesh between her legs, slick and sticky from the aphrodisiac, twitched and contracted involuntarily. Cassion reached into the jewelry box and pulled out another bottle of aphrodisiac, pouring its contents over his hardened member. From the tip to the base, his length was coated in the cool, slippery liquid.