Your Majesty, I’m Not that Man - Chapter 6: Days and Nights of Bliss I (2) (M)

The expansive indoor stable, triple the size of the one at the Wendell estate, left Lavinia momentarily awestruck. The stable master, unable to meet Cassion’s gaze, nervously led them inside. The high ceiling and bright, airy interior were impressive, but what stood out most was the lack of the usual stable odor. It wasn’t because there were no horses present—it was clear evidence of excellent maintenance.

“Lavinia, which horse will you choose?”

Magnificent horses of impeccable lineage snorted softly as they waited, their coats gleaming in the light. Lavinia thought of the brown horse she’d left behind at the Wendell estate and chose a similar-looking one.

The stable hand’s assistant led the chosen horse out, expertly saddling it and preparing it for the ride. Meanwhile, Cassion selected a striking black stallion standing nearby.

Though servants attended to them at the start of the ride, Cassion clearly intended this to be a personal outing. He even suggested a lighthearted race along the riding course.

Lavinia felt confident when it came to horseback riding. Even Albert, who excelled at most things, could never beat her in a race. After regaining memories of her previous life, she had briefly wondered if Albert had let her win out of affection, but she dismissed the idea. Her skill with horses had always been something she could take pride in.

“If you manage to beat me,” Cassion said with a sly grin, “I’ll grant you one request—something small, of course.”

Lavinia’s emerald eyes sparkled at the offer, catching Cassion’s attention. Seeing the light in her gaze, he was struck again by just how much he loved those eyes.

‘How much more will I give to see those eyes shine like that?’

Cassion assumed her request might be something trivial, like asking for the horse she was riding or permission to use the royal stables freely. However, Lavinia’s thoughts were elsewhere.

She planned to use this opportunity for something far more calculated: to stall for time.

Her goal was to delay the moment when Cassion and Albert would meet. She couldn’t stop their eventual bond, but if she could prevent it from forming too soon, she might avoid becoming collateral damage in the process.

“I understand, Your Majesty,” Lavinia replied calmly.

“But if you lose,” Cassion countered with a teasing smirk, “you’ll have to grant me a request as well. So prepare yourself.”

Lavinia nodded in agreement, thankful that Cassion wasn’t the type to deliberately let her win out of pettiness. At least she could count on him to play fair.

One of the attendants stepped forward to act as the referee, signaling the start of the race. As soon as the signal was given, Lavinia and Cassion spurred their horses forward, galloping into the riding course.

Cassion quickly noticed that Lavinia’s riding skills far exceeded what he had been told. This outing was intended to brighten her mood, so he wouldn’t have minded if she won. Still, the idea of simply trailing behind her didn’t sit well with him, so he urged his horse into a full gallop to close the gap.

Despite the fact that this was Cassion’s territory and he was more familiar with the course, Lavinia skillfully widened the distance between them.

Both horses were evenly matched in size and strength, but Lavinia’s lighter frame and superior horsemanship gave her an edge. Watching her effortlessly control a horse she’d only just met, Cassion couldn’t help but admire her even more.

He chased her with a joyful determination, marveling at how pleasant it felt to have someone ahead of him for once.

The finish line was marked by a large tree with a red flag at its base, located in the center of the course. The race would end once they cleared the obstacle in front of the tree.

As Cassion expected, there was no dramatic upset. Lavinia maintained her lead, crossing the finish line smoothly and bringing her horse to a graceful halt. A moment later, Cassion arrived, his face breaking into a wide smile as he guided his horse to her side.

“You’re quite skilled. I’d heard you enjoyed horseback riding, but I didn’t realize you were this adept,” Cassion remarked, his tone both impressed and teasing.

“You flatter me, Your Majesty,” Lavinia replied, attempting a light tone, but her voice betrayed her.

Cassion noticed the subtle disruption in her demeanor. Her cheeks were charmingly flushed, but he had a suspicion it wasn’t solely due to exertion from the race. Her hesitation to meet his gaze, paired with her flustered glances, told him everything he needed to know.

A mischievous smile curled at the corners of Cassion’s lips.

“Well, well. The noble daughter of a ducal house…”

“N-no, it’s not like that!” Lavinia quickly denied, her face turning an even brighter shade of red.

Cassion dismounted smoothly and approached her horse, standing beside her.

“If that’s the case, you’ll have to prove your innocence. Lavinia, come down from the horse.”

“….”

Lavinia gripped the reins tightly, hesitating. For a fleeting moment, she entertained the idea of fleeing. With Cassion on foot, she could gain a considerable lead before he remounted and caught up.

But this was still the Imperial Palace. As a concubine, she wasn’t permitted to leave the grounds without prior approval. No matter how far she managed to get, she’d inevitably be caught.

Resigned, Lavinia cast a pleading look at Cassion before slowly dismounting. She winced as her movements made her acutely aware of the friction against her sensitive thighs, even through her pants.

Cassion, watching her carefully, couldn’t help but feel admiration. Despite her discomfort, she had outperformed him in the race.

Admiration, and affection. She was remarkable—and utterly endearing. He wanted to keep her close, not let her slip away.

“Y-Your Majesty, someone might see…” Lavinia stammered, her voice trembling.

“No one will,” Cassion replied in a low, sultry voice. “This is a royal-only riding course. Only those I personally allow may enter. And I’ve only ever granted permission to you, Lavinia. So it’s just us here.”

The undertone in his voice, thick with desire, made her hyper-aware of her leather riding pants, which suddenly felt far too tight.

“These leather pants… they must smell,” Lavinia muttered, desperate to distract him.

“I don’t mind,” he replied, stepping closer. “Right now, there’s something I find much more urgent.”

Cassion reached out, pulling her waist toward him. His horse, trained to perfection, remained nearby without being tethered, standing obediently as though sensing its master’s mood.

Lavinia was acutely aware of the horse standing nearby. While the animal likely didn’t care about what humans did, as long as it wasn’t violent, the mere thought of its presence made her embarrassment even worse.

However, Cassion paid no mind to her flustered state. His hands were already undoing the buckle of her leather pants, slipping inside with deliberate intent.

“Y-Your Majesty…!”

His large, warm hand grazed her lower abdomen before moving lower, settling between her thighs. Lavinia’s face turned crimson as he discovered the dampness soaking through her undergarments.

“So, you’re this excited, even atop that beast’s back, my lady?” he teased, his voice dripping with playful wickedness.

“A-ah… No… It’s because… because you tormented me yesterday…” Lavinia stammered, her voice trembling as a soft moan escaped her lips. “Ahh…!”

Cassion’s fingers played with Lavinia’s slick, wet petals as though he found them endearing. Lavinia, overwhelmed with embarrassment, wanted to push him away and run, but his touch felt so good that her expression kept softening against her will.

“A lady like you should only feel pleasure when you’re riding me. But since you dared to feel this much on the back of something else, what punishment should I give you?”

“Ahh, nngh… no, not like that… it’s so slippery… nghh…”

She could feel his fingers rolling her sensitive bud around, sending waves of melting pleasure through her. The overwhelming sensation between her legs made Lavinia grab onto Cassion’s wrist, gasping for breath.

Cassion swallowed dryly and suddenly withdrew his hand.

‘Ah…’

When Lavinia looked at him with eyes filled with longing, Cassion pulled away from their kiss.

“You adorable thing. Don’t worry, I won’t stop at just this.”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant…”

As she stammered in embarrassment, another deep kiss followed. Lavinia hurriedly accepted Cassion’s tongue, clutching onto his shoulders. As Cassion tugged down Lavinia’s leather pants, her thoroughly soaked underwear came into view.

“…Your thighs are soaked as well. What wish were you planning to ask of me by getting this wet?”

“Nngh, it’s not like that… ah…”

With her riding boots still on, removing Lavinia’s pants wasn’t easy. Frustrated, Cassion tore the pants apart. Startled, Lavinia looked up at him, only for Cassion to flash her a mischievous smile as if to reassure her.

“I’ve already had spare clothes packed for both of us, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

That statement clearly meant he had planned to take her right here on the riding course! But by now, her pants were already shredded and lying on the ground. Cassion’s eyes gleamed with a meaningful smile as he took in the sight of her soaked underwear, clinging tightly to her skin.

“Your thighs are completely drenched, Lavinia.”

Impatient, Cassion grabbed her panties and ripped them apart as well. When her glistening, wet skin was exposed, Lavinia clamped her legs shut in embarrassment. But Cassion, holding her knees firmly, sent her a playful and teasing look.

“Weren’t you trying to prove your innocence?”

“Nngh, Y-Your Majesty! Not… not licking… please, not licking… nghhh…”

Cassion, already holding Lavinia’s knees, was licking the honey-like fluid that had run down her thighs.

“It’s fine. There’s no smell at all. It’s just as sweet as it was last night, meltingly so…”

“N-no, please… I’ll do anything… just stop… nghhh…”

Lavinia had expected to be taken at the riding course—it wasn’t a surprise, considering what Cassion usually did to her. But she didn’t want him to lick the places covered by her leather pants, where she was certain a smell would linger.

“Anything?”

Cassion, who had been half-kneeling, suddenly wore a serious expression. He knew that asking for her consent to marriage in such a moment was unfair, but it was the first thought that came to mind. However, he quickly changed his approach, leaning in close to whisper in Lavinia’s ear.

“May I tie you to the bed and have my way with you? Using that aphrodisiac from last time as well…”

Her face flushed bright red, as though it had caught fire. Just imagining how she would feel under his touch, with such acts, made her heart flutter with anticipation.

“If… if it’s after I’ve bathed…”

Being tied up and then ravished—Lavinia surprised herself by completely trusting that Cassion would only make her feel good, even in such a scenario. It was strange how much she had come to trust him, even in matters like this.

“Fine. But you’ll have to bathe with me first.”

Ugh.

It was such a Cassion-like demand that Lavinia nodded hesitantly. Smiling broadly, Cassion reached between her legs, teasing her wet entrance with lewd precision. When he slid a finger inside to check how relaxed she was, a sweet sound escaped.

“…You’re ready for me already. This calls for a punishment,” he said with a smirk, pulling his length free from his trousers.

The intimidatingly hard length pressed against her slick entrance, and Lavinia instinctively lifted one of her legs.

“Nngh…”

His length rubbed against the exposed, parted slit as he lifted one of her legs, fully revealing her. The lewd motion sent heat coursing through Lavinia’s body. She had never known pleasure like this before… Though part of her resented Cassion for introducing her to it, she couldn’t deny how good the sensations he gave her felt.

“Shall I put it in, Lavinia?”

Cassion whispered seductively, his voice a temptation in itself. Lavinia couldn’t bring herself to say yes and instead bit her lip nervously.

Noticing this, Cassion leaned in and licked her lips, his voice soft as he spoke.

“You shouldn’t bite them like that. It’ll leave a mark, and I can’t have such a precious body of yours getting hurt… I’ll give you what you desire.”

“Ahhng, ahhh?! Nghhh…”

The tip of his length slowly entered her honey-soaked core, gently spreading her open as it slid inside. The teasing, only allowing a finger’s depth to enter, left Lavinia trembling as her hips quivered with need.

“Won’t you stop tormenting those adorable lips of yours? Hmm?”

“Nghh… Y-Your Majesty… ahhn…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Lavinia tried to move her hips to take him deeper, but Cassion quickly withdrew his hips, dodging her attempts. With just the tip teasing her entrance, Lavinia’s expression turned plaintive.

“Ahh… don’t tease me… nghh…”

“Are you asking me to put it in deeper?”

“Nngh… yes…”

Blushing fiercely, Lavinia nodded despite her embarrassment. Cassion chuckled softly, gripping her hips firmly before thrusting into her with strength.

“Ahhhng! Ahhh!”

Lavinia, overwhelmed by the sweet shock, momentarily gave in, her body going limp. Cassion smacked his lips, adjusting his hold on her as she melted in his arms.

“As you wish… I’ll let you savor it even deeper.”

“Ah!”

He wrapped one of her legs around his waist, lifting the other as well, allowing his length to slide even deeper, pressing against her innermost spot. The sudden, intense sensation made Lavinia panic, clinging tightly to Cassion’s shoulders.

“Ahhn! Y-Your Majesty, ahhhck!”

Lavinia, startled, squirmed in protest, but the movement only caused his length to shift inside her, stirring her insides. The lewd, churning motion made her eyes widen in shock. Meanwhile, Cassion groaned at the sensation of her tight, sweet walls clenching around him.

“Ngh… Leni, haah…”

“Nghhh, not yet… if you move now… ahhhhhh…!”

Unable to hold back any longer, Cassion began to move. Even the slight motion of lifting Lavinia’s hips made her cry out, clinging desperately to him.

“Nghh! Ahhn… it’s too deep! Ahhh, no… it’s too deep! Ahhh… ahh…”

“Adorable Leni… words like that… ngh… you shouldn’t say them while clenching me so tightly.”

“Hiiick, ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!”

Their bodies, once shaded under the trees, shifted into the bright sunlight. Cassion had deliberately moved them there, wanting to see Lavinia bathed in sunlight as she moaned. Completely lost in pleasure, Lavinia clung to his shoulders, unaware of how she looked in her current state.

“Nngh! Nngh, ahhh… inside… it feels strange… ahhn! Ahhn!”

“You must’ve misspoken… you meant to say it feels good, didn’t you? Haa…”

“Haaahnn… ahhh… I-I mean… ahhh! It’s too much… too lewd… nghhh! Not there, I don’t like it! Ahhhhhh!”

Lavinia shook her head and whimpered, but Cassion’s thrusts only grew more relentless. He persistently teased the most sensitive spot, thrusting and grinding against it, leaving Lavinia panicked and overwhelmed.

She clung desperately to his waist, trying to squirm away, but it only caused him to sink deeper inside her. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she had no escape, and it felt as though his length was moving freely within her spread-open body.

“Ahhhng! Ahhhng! Ahnnn! I feel like I’m going to… die… ahh… Your Majesty… nghhh, please, spare me… ahh!”

“How can you say that… when I’m just adoring you like this… nghhh?”

“Nghhh, ahhh! No… Your Majesty’s… thing… ahhhhh…!”

It felt as though a massive ball of pleasure was relentlessly rubbing against her insides. The sensation was so overwhelming, she thought she might die from how good it felt. Every deep thrust that struck her inner walls sent bursts of fireworks exploding in her mind.

“Ahhng! Ahhhhhaaang! Ahhhk, ahhhn…”

As Lavinia succumbed to the relentless stimulation, she tilted her head back in climax. Cassion, without slowing down, adjusted his angle to push deeper, targeting her convulsing spot with precision.

“Hnnngh!” Lavinia whimpered as her inner walls contracted tightly before relaxing again.

In response to her intense contractions, Cassion reached his own peak, releasing himself deep inside her.

“Ahhh…”

She could feel the sticky warmth filling her, some of it pooling and dripping from her stretched entrance due to the position he had her in. The viscous liquid dripped onto the grass below with audible splatters, and some even soaked into Cassion’s trousers.

“…You should’ve clenched properly and kept it from ruining my pants. Hmm?”

Even though Cassion knew Lavinia had just reached her peak and was now hypersensitive, he continued to speak as he moved his hips. As he rubbed against her trembling, contracting inner walls, Lavinia panicked.

“Nghhh, if you do that… ahhn, Your Majesty… please…”

His hands, which were openly and boldly kneading her exposed hips, exuded dominance. Meanwhile, Cassion’s fingers idly played with the ring he wore. It was a magical artifact designed for contraception. Without it, there was a real chance Lavinia could conceive from what had just happened.

“Do you realize this? I brought a magical contraceptive with me, but… if I were to remove it now, you might get pregnant from this very moment.”

Lavinia was well aware that Cassion had brought the artifact. Before their intimacy began, she had made sure to check his hand to confirm its presence. It was something she remembered clearly from the original storyline as well.

“Shall I take it off now? If you bear my child, your position will become even more secure.”

Cassion’s cautious question caused Lavinia’s eyes to widen. The pleasure she had been feeling abruptly vanished, replaced by a sense of urgency.

“N-no! You can’t!”

“Can’t? You’re my concubine, and you’re saying you don’t want to bear my child?”

His voice turned cold, and Lavinia snapped back to her senses. She realized she couldn’t afford to upset the emperor. Who knew what he might do if he became angry?

“…Your Majesty’s heirs rightfully belong to the empress, don’t they? I don’t want to see my child dragged into political conflicts and suffer because of it.”

“A noble sentiment,” he said with a faint smile. “But it’s not much different from saying you don’t want to bear my child. If your status is the issue… I’ll raise you to the position of empress. Would that resolve it?”

What?

Lavinia stared at him in disbelief. Cassion, in turn, gazed at her with an intense, piercing look.

“I know that you’ve been uneasy about not being my only woman. I’ll dissolve the harem as well. I don’t need anyone else but you.”

“Y-Your Majesty…”

She was at a loss for words. The closure of the harem was something that only happened long after Albert won Cassion’s heart. The same went for giving the Hyacinth Palace to Lavinia, as well as the closure of the harem… Major events from the original storyline were unfolding earlier than expected.

“Become my empress, Lavinia. During this past month, have you lacked for anything? If there is something you feel is missing, I will provide it for you. I have loved you tenderly every day… and you, too, have happily accepted it.”

Even amidst this, Cassion’s penis, which was filling Lavinia deeply, was slowly moving. Lavinia groaned in sweet pleasure and looked at Cassion.

“I know that the time you’ve spent with me for over a month has not been terrible. I can make the time ahead even more blissful for you. If there is anything you desire… I will search across the entire continent to place it in your hands. If anyone has made you suffer, I will burn the entire continent to the ground and bring them to their knees before you to be trampled upon…”

Cassion spoke, his eyes burning intensely. Lavinia knew he was capable of doing exactly that. He would willingly do it for her.

“Lavinia… become my partner.”

“Ah… ahhh!”

The penis, which had been gently exploring her inner depths, suddenly thrust in deeply, claiming Lavinia. Lavinia could not even get a chance to respond as she looked at Cassion. He seemed to already anticipate her answer, knowing she would be unable to put her feelings into words.

Perhaps that was why his movements as he explored her were unusually persistent and lascivious. The liquid, a mix of semen and arousal, trickled down his length with every thrust of his hips.

“Ahh, ah! Your Majesty! Ahh! Aaahhng!”

“I love you, Lavinia. Stay by my side….”

With the wet, squelching sound of his intense thrusts, the woman’s moans and the obscene sounds of their union filled the air. Cassion, as if unleashing all his emotions, ceaselessly explored Lavinia until she melted into pleasure and completely unraveled.