Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 5: I Won’t Give You a Chance to Escape (3) (M)

What’s he doing?

Because her back was turned to him, Lavinia had no idea what Cassion was doing to himself. By the time she glanced back at him, Cassion was already standing right behind her.

“I’m putting it in now…”

“Ahhh, mmngh?! Your Majesty! Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh!”

The cold sensation of his length startled her, but before she could react, he buried himself inside her to the hilt in one swift motion. Just from that overwhelming stimulation, Lavinia climaxed, her back arching seductively.

“Ahhhng! No…!!”

She could feel the aphrodisiac melting from the combined heat of Cassion’s body and her own. The sensation of it spreading deep inside her left her breathless, but it was already too late. Cassion’s hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to press forward with his movements.

“Ahhh! Ahhhh! Your Majesty! Please, not there…! Mmnghh!”

Her vision turned white, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. The firm tip of his member rubbed against her inner walls in circular motions, making it feel as if her insides were melting. Lavinia whimpered and squirmed, trying to endure, but Cassion continued his thrusts relentlessly.

“Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhng! No! Not so deep inside… ahhhng! Ahhh!”

She could feel the way her inner walls convulsed, greedily clenching around Cassion’s penis. The sensation of him rubbing repeatedly against the most sensitive spots—enough to make her shiver just from the slightest touch—set sparks ablaze in her mind.

Pulling the struggling Lavinia closer, Cassion thrust his hips forcefully, almost as if tapping her bottom with his movements. The sound of his firm waist colliding with her soft hips echoed in the room with repeated slaps.

“Ahhk! Ugh, ahhck! Ahhh! Ahhhhn! Ahhn!”

“Kh… Leni… mmgh…”

She was taking him in deeper than usual, and her tightening was even more intense. The sensation, as if his penis were melting into pure pleasure, naturally sped up his thrusts. Lavinia panicked, shaking her head in desperation.

“Ahhn… no, no! Nngh, stop! I can’t… ahh, it’s too much… ahh! Ahhhng!”

“I won’t. If you finish on your own… I’ll keep myself inside you all day.”

“Ahhh! I can’t, I can’t! Please… nghhh!”

Lavinia cried out, saying she couldn’t hold back, her voice breaking into sobs. Cassion felt too good inside her, and she couldn’t endure it. She tried to move her body to escape his deep thrusts, but instead, it only resulted in him pounding into her even more vigorously.

“Nghh, ugh! Ahh… ahh! Ahhhngh!”

Lavinia, struggling desperately to hold back her climax, couldn’t endure for much longer and reached her peak. Cassion, embracing her tightly, scolded her with a menacing tone.

“I thought I told you… I haven’t given you permission yet.”

“Ahh, Your Majesty… please… ahhngh!”

Tilting his head, Cassion kissed Lavinia as his hand began to touch the spots where the aphrodisiac had been applied. He pinched the nipples of her bouncing breasts and kneaded the flower bud hidden between her legs.

The places that hadn’t felt so pleasurable when he’d touched them before had become so sensitive that they sent shivers through her. Lavinia was alarmed at her own heightened reactions, unaware that her elevated body temperature had caused the aphrodisiac to fully absorb into her skin.

“Nngh! Ahhhng! Not there… ahhh, ahhh, ah…!”

Cassion held tightly onto Lavinia, who was sobbing and trying to escape and began to thrust relentlessly. Each deep, forceful stroke sent a searing tightness through her belly, driving her to the brink of madness. Lavinia wept tears of pleasure, moaning as she clung to Cassion’s embrace.

No matter how many times she climaxed, Cassion was never satisfied. Even when he finally released himself inside her, filling her to the brim, his member remained standing, rigid and upright.

“Hnghh… ahh! Ahhh… ahhh…”

The seemingly endless waves of pleasure drained all the strength from Lavinia’s body. If not for Cassion’s arms holding her tightly, she would have collapsed onto the floor. Realizing that Lavinia could no longer stand on her own, Cassion moved her to the chair he had earlier told her to hold onto.

He sat down and positioned her to straddle his lap.

“Haah… mmgh…”

A sweet sigh escaped as their kiss deepened. Even while kissing, Cassion softly caressed Lavinia’s petals, keeping her body sensitive to his touch.

“Ahhn, Your Majesty… please, stop… my body feels… so strange… nghhh…”

“What exactly feels strange, and where?”

With a sly smile, Cassion looked annoyingly composed, even in such a situation. His refined and handsome features seemed perfectly suited to enchanting a woman.

“Ahhh… inside my belly… it’s… twitching…”

“Like this?”

Wrapping his arms around Lavinia’s waist, Cassion thrust upward in deep, deliberate strokes. Lavinia gasped in panic, moaning helplessly atop him.

“Hnnngh! Ahhhng! Ugh, ugh… ahhh… ahhhhn… nghh!”

Just as she was about to reach her climax, the piston-like movements stopped abruptly, leaving Lavinia limp with frustration. Cassion licked her lips and whispered softly,

“And then?”

“Ah… and then…”

The recent thrusts had made her lose her train of thought, but she knew she had to say something—anything. If she admitted she had forgotten, this emperor would surely torment her further for that reason alone.

“Ugh… my, my mind keeps… going completely blank… ahhh… I feel like I’m going to die… please…”

Even as Lavinia pleaded, Cassion continued to knead her breasts, his hands wandering without pause. Lowering his head as if to kiss her, his gaze was sweet yet teasing, drawing her in. With tears welling in her eyes, Lavinia looked at him and whimpered.

“In that case, kiss me, Lavinia… Depending on how satisfying that kiss is, I may reconsider.”

They were in a position where Lavinia sat on Cassion’s lap, with him penetrating her from behind. Since his member was still buried deep inside her, even the slightest movement sent waves of pleasure rippling through her as it rubbed against her inner walls.

However, knowing that failing to meet Cassion’s expectations would result in even more obscene torment, Lavinia forced herself to turn her body.

“Hngh…”

“I should have placed a mirror in this room. I’d love to observe your expressions in even more detail as you feel everything,” Cassion remarked, his voice laced with regret as his heated gaze lingered on her.

Lavinia, with tears brimming in her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Cassion yielded to her touch and offered his lips without resistance.

Her soft lips, always sweet no matter how many times he tasted them, left Cassion feeling intoxicated.

“Mmm… haah, Leni… you need to use your tongue too. You don’t think I’d be satisfied with just this, do you?”

“It’s because of… Your Majesty… that I… ngh…”

A single, expectant glance was enough. Growing impatient, Cassion grabbed Lavinia’s waist and withdrew his member for her. Taking this as her moment, Lavinia wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, deep kiss.

“Mmm… haah…”

Should I let this slide? Or not? Cassion smiled playfully at Lavinia, who then planted another quick kiss on his cheek with a soft mwah. That small act of affection melted his resolve, and he decided to let her off.

“Fine, I’ll let it slide… but since you didn’t complete your ‘assignment’ properly, I’m not letting you sleep tonight.”

Just as she thought she’d cleared one hurdle, his unexpected declaration left Lavinia stunned. Meanwhile, Cassion leaned in and kissed her deeply again, already mulling over what he might do with her tonight.

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Maxim was horrified upon receiving the royal decree to appear at the palace the following day. Appear before the emperor?! He had suspected that the emperor, who was favoring Lavinia, would not welcome the presence of the adopted heir, but he hadn’t expected to be summoned so suddenly. He thought he’d avoided trouble—but clearly, he hadn’t.

“How could this happen?! Are you telling me His Majesty himself summoned me?”

Grabbing the royal messenger by the collar as if to interrogate him, Maxim shouted hysterically. Yet the messenger remained calm and composed—he had seen Wendell’s lord act this way too many times before.

“His Majesty has ordered Wendell Duke and the one to be reinstated as his heir to enter the palace together,” the messenger replied firmly.

“Why?!”

Practically screeching, Maxim demanded answers, but the messenger didn’t falter as he responded.

“How could I possibly know the emperor’s intentions? I am merely delivering His Majesty’s command.”

As Maxim stood there, clutching the royal letter and trembling, unable to decide what to do, it was the butler who took charge. Calmly thanking the messenger, he escorted him out of the manor. The royal servant, looking unsurprised, left with a polite farewell and returned to his carriage to depart.

“Why is this happening…? Where is Hans? Hans!”

Maxim’s enraged shout echoed throughout the great hall of the Wendell manor. Ever since Lavinia had entered the palace, Maxim’s outbursts had grown more frequent. He became particularly unhinged whenever things didn’t go his way.

When Lavinia had still been in the house, she had always reassured him and guided him toward the safest, most stable choices, alleviating his anxieties. But now, without her, Maxim floundered.

“Lord Wendell! Why are you shouting like this? The staff will hear everything,” Hans said, rushing to his side.

“That’s not the issue! What are we supposed to do about this?!” Maxim thrust the royal letter into Hans’s hands as he yelled. Maxim had tried to delegate Lavinia’s responsibilities to Hans, but it was far beyond Hans’s capabilities. Hans only cared about what benefited him and his son.

Hans had initially underestimated Lavinia, but once he realized the scope of her skills, he became flustered. In desperation, he had sought Albert’s help, but even Albert had significant shortcomings. As a result, all the responsibilities had fallen back onto Maxim, leaving him frustrated and prone to fits of hysteria.

Albert, who had followed Hans down to the entrance hall, skimmed the letter with his eyes. The imperial seal was unmistakable, known to all noblemen.

“…His Majesty has summoned us,” Albert said quietly.

“Yes! And it’s all your fault! You left behind that letter and ran off, only to have this come back to haunt us!”

The thought of facing Cassion’s questioning already made Maxim’s knees buckle. If the emperor, who adored Lavinia, found out that Albert was Hans’s son…

Why did he say “them”?

The butler, Robert, couldn’t understand Maxim’s words. After all, there were two people being scolded—Albert and Hans. Albert’s involvement made sense, but why Hans? Could it be because Hans had urged Maxim to reinstate Albert?

Robert had already been suspicious of Hans’s unusual fondness for Albert, and this only deepened his doubts. Hans, noticing Robert’s pointed gaze, stiffened.

“Lord Wendell, please calm yourself and come inside. I’ll have tea brought to you.”

“Tea?! What good is tea in a situation like this?!”

Maxim was already imagining Cassion’s cold blue eyes piercing him. Even if he wanted to keep secrets, he felt certain that the emperor’s presence alone could make him confess to things he hadn’t even done.

“Lord Wendell,” Robert said gently, “isn’t Lavinia receiving the emperor’s favor? Surely His Majesty’s interest in Wendell House stems from his regard for her. I don’t believe he has any other intentions. Would he harm the father of someone he so deeply cherishes?”

“How would you know that?! You’ve never met His Majesty, so you can speak so carelessly! His Majesty is a man who shows no mercy, even to those he supposedly cherishes! From the beginning—someone like him being capable of cherishing anyone is impossible! He is…”

Before Maxim could utter the word “murderer,” Hans hastily covered his mouth.

The Wendell estate was not what it once had been. Anything spoken within its walls could now easily spread outside. While Maxim had been absent, the long-serving staff who had remained loyal to the family had all been discreetly dismissed under Lavinia’s orders.

With her own funds, Lavinia had provided them severance pay and sent them on their way to build new lives. However, Hans found this unsettling and suspicious.

That wretched girl must be scheming something…

It was even more suspicious how she had managed to capture the emperor’s favor. Hans was certain Lavinia had done something underhanded.

Maxim shoved Hans’s hand away in frustration and glared at him. Hans, shocked by the unusually sharp reaction, froze in place.

“What are we going to do about this? Tomorrow is almost here!”

“All that’s left is to meet with His Majesty, Your Grace. As Hans said, His Majesty likely just wants to confirm your intentions. I don’t believe he has any intention of harming you,” Albert said in a calm tone.

Despite what the rumors claimed, the emperor had let Albert go alive. It was said to be for Lavinia’s sake, but even so, it had contradicted the stories of the emperor’s mercilessness. Albert reasoned that, having acted thus once, the emperor was unlikely to harm Lavinia’s family in a way that would upset her.

But Maxim clearly thought differently. He glared at both Albert and Hans, his irritation mounting, before storming up to the second floor, where his study was located. Before the door slammed shut, his shout echoed down the hall.

“Robert! Where are you, Robert?!”

“I’m on my way, Your Grace!”

Robert shot a glance at Hans and Albert before climbing the stairs after Maxim. The remaining servants and staff quietly scattered, leaving the hall empty.

Albert turned toward the direction of the training grounds. Hans stared at him with concern but couldn’t bring himself to call him back.

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