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

Maxim stood waiting in the audience hall. No one approached to deliver any news, nor did anyone bring him a chair. As a result, Albert and Maxim had been left waiting for hours.

“Is the Emperor not coming?”

Given the Emperor’s temperament, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he deliberately made them wait for hours before showing up. Maxim was well aware that the Emperor held the Wendell family in contempt.

“And yet, we’re the empire’s only ducal family!”

Though Maxim felt indignant, he didn’t forget that their singular status as a duchy was entirely the Emperor’s doing. Not wanting to meet the same fate as the other noble families, Maxim had always been careful to bow low before the Emperor.

“How many hours has it been…”

Maxim, who enjoyed horseback riding and sports, was in good physical shape. But that didn’t mean he enjoyed standing and waiting for hours on end.

He glanced at the royal-exclusive passageway. The guards blocking the entrance paid him no attention. When he looked toward the main entrance to the audience hall, there were soldiers stationed there as well, standing expressionless at their posts.

“Damn it!”

This was clearly a deliberate attempt to humiliate him. Either that, or they had been summoned and then forgotten entirely.

“Could he really have… forgotten?”

With that Emperor, it wasn’t entirely impossible. Cassion had always considered Maxim insignificant. However, Maxim didn’t take it too personally since the Emperor treated nearly everyone that way, not just him.

“Yes! Please let him have forgotten! Then I’ll avoid today’s audience!”

Even if it only meant that the audience was postponed until tomorrow, to Maxim, it meant one more day of survival.

While Maxim desperately wished for the Emperor’s forgetfulness, Albert was lost in entirely different thoughts. Albert knew for certain that Cassion would never forget about them.

“Is Leni… holding the Emperor’s attention?”

There was no way that tyrant would cancel their audience without exacting something in return. Cassion must have demanded something. The idea that Lavinia might be placating the Emperor to protect them filled Albert with unbearable anxiety.

This was the same Emperor who had taken dozens of male concubines. And now he was reportedly so obsessed with Lavinia that he had gifted her an entire palace. Surely, he must have demanded something physical from her.

The thought of what Lavinia might be enduring burned through Albert’s mind like fire. He should have acted as soon as he learned that Lavinia had been taken into the palace as one of the Emperor’s consorts.

It was all his fault.

“Leni…”

Albert clenched his teeth tightly, trying to suppress the regret and anguish welling up inside him.

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“Ahh, ughhh! Aahhh! Ahhhahhhng!”

Cassion’s penis, coated in bubbles, relentlessly drove into Lavinia’s soft inner flesh, ravaging her without mercy. Overwhelmed by the sweet pleasure, Lavinia thrashed and shook her head. Her legs were hooked over the edge of the tub, spread wide, as his length plunged deeply between them.

“Ahh… Your Majesty! Nghh, ahhng! It’s too fast… ah, ahh! If you rub like that… ahhhahhhng!”

Perhaps the stimulation was too much, as Lavinia tried to pull her hips away, but Cassion grabbed her waist and firmly pulled her back, thrusting his penis deeply into her. The slickness of the bubbles seemed to make his movements even smoother than usual.

“Haah… Tonight, I’ll use an aphrodisiac… to embrace you… You shouldn’t be reacting this much already…”

“Hahk! Ngh, ahhhng, ahh! But, Your Majesty… ahhng!”

The intensified thrusts caused Lavinia’s body to arch dramatically. Watching her voluptuous body sway obscenely, Cassion cupped her cheek and kissed her greedily. Saliva mixed together from above, while the sound of their intimate friction filled the air below.

“Mhmm, nghhh…”

With a soft “smack,” Cassion pulled his lips away and drove Lavinia straight to climax. Overwhelmed by the pleasure he provided with his relentless thrusts, Lavinia trembled uncontrollably.

“Ughh, ahhhahh… Ahhhhh…!”

Her body arched like a bow, trembling violently before collapsing limply. Cassion, who had spilled himself fully inside her, also panted heavily as he embraced her tightly. Their lips met again, and his lustful tongue gently explored the sweetness of her mouth.

“Mmm…”

Most men would want to rest after releasing, but Cassion was the opposite. He was desperate to keep touching Lavinia, unable to contain himself. Kissing her was a given.

“Haa, hahhh…”

After a long, sweet kiss, Cassion lifted his head and pulled the plug from the bottom of the tub. As the bubble bathwater drained, the layer of bubbles began to lower. Cassion leaned against the edge of the tub, looking at the limp and exhausted Lavinia with a satisfied expression.

Having reached climax multiple times, Lavinia was in no condition to move, not even a single finger. As the water completely drained away, the remaining bubbles on her body dissolved and slid down into the drain at the bottom of the tub.

Cassion smiled and stood up. Stepping out of the tub, he approached the large container of hot water and filled a large pitcher. The water had cooled to just the right temperature during the time they’d spent enjoying themselves in the tub.

“Mmm…”

Cassion tilted the pitcher and poured the water over Lavinia’s body. The warm water cascaded down, washing away the bubbles. As her sultry and sensual naked body was fully revealed, Cassion couldn’t help but swallow hard. Between her legs, a mixture of his seed and her fluids was flowing.

“Ahhh…”

Noticing Cassion’s gaze, Lavinia’s face flushed bright red. Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs, but her body was so weak that even lifting them was difficult.

“Ahh, Your Majesty… Please don’t look.”

Overcome with shame, Lavinia used one hand to cover between her legs and the other to hide her face. Cassion chuckled and gently brushed her hands away.

“Even after all the love I’ve given you every day, you’re still shy? Tonight, I’ll thoroughly kiss you here as much as I want.”

“Ah.”

Cassion used his fingers to part Lavinia’s intimate area and poured warm water over it. Using a small ladle to scoop water from the pitcher and gently pour it onto her made Lavinia’s face burn with embarrassment.

“Haa… Ugh, I-I’ll wash myself, so… ahh…”

“It’s my privilege to tend to you, my lady, as someone I’ve brought into my bedchamber. And since I haven’t yet touched you to my heart’s content… I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say such things. Hmm?”

In a soft, coaxing voice, Cassion teased her as his fingers toyed with her delicate petals. Soon, his fingers slid inside, exploring her inner walls and scooping out the remnants of his release, causing Lavinia’s voice to rise.

“Ahh, ngh… ahhh…!”

“I can’t understand how even the sound of your voice can be so lovely. Even your expression when you moan is adorable.”

“Don’t… tease me… Ahh… Ahh!”

“I’m not teasing. I’m being sincere. If I’d known this sooner, I would’ve been attending to your baths every day. What a precious thing I’ve missed out on.”

Cassion spoke with a tone of pure delight as he gazed deeply into Lavinia’s face. Embarrassed, Lavinia turned her head, only for his lips to press against her cheek. When she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, he caught her lips in a kiss.

When Lavinia lightly licked his lips, Cassion, overjoyed, deepened the kiss into something slow and indulgent. The tender kiss, as they tasted one another, only heightened the feeling of bliss.

“Haa… If only I could keep loving you like this forever…”

Cassion sighed as he pulled Lavinia into his arms. Lavinia, too, felt a sweet warmth, her body trembling lightly. The joy of being loved by Cassion made her heart feel as though it might crumble.

“No. Get a hold of yourself…”

Lavinia placed her hands on Cassion’s shoulders and gently pushed him back. He looked at her in surprise, but she offered him a soft smile and said,

“I want to wash you too, Your Majesty. So…”

“Ah… Let me refill the tub.”

Unable to take his eyes off her smile, Cassion spoke eagerly. Though he regretted having to stop their kisses, the thought of her hands touching him made his heart race. Lavinia watched as Cassion stepped out of the tub and moved toward the water container.

Her heart felt heavy with bitterness.

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“Mm, ahh! Nghh… ahhhng, ahh! Your Majesty… ugh!”

Lavinia had intended to wash Cassion’s body with the water now filling the tub, but his hand, busy between her legs, made that impossible. His two fingers, buried deep inside her, thrust firmly into her, causing Lavinia’s hips to jerk involuntarily.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to wash me?”

Cassion smiled as he teased her trembling inner walls with his fingers. Curling his fingertips into a hook, he dug deeper, making Lavinia’s body arch sharply.

“Ahhng! Ahhh, n-no, don’t… ahhh! Nghhh…”

“To speak to the Emperor with such disrespect… It seems I’ll have to discipline you thoroughly.”

“Ahhh!”

Cassion held Lavinia’s waist tightly as he thrust his fingers into her with intense force. His quick, relentless movements, rubbing her insides, made Lavinia squirm.

“Nghhh! Haaah, ahhng, ahh! Ughh, Your Majesty, please…!”

Lavinia, who had been on her knees trying to wash Cassion, was already weak and drained from accepting him earlier at the riding grounds and again here. Yet, he continued to tease her like this.

“Haaah, ahh… ahhhh…!”

Having reached a light climax, Lavinia collapsed limply into Cassion’s arms. He toyed with her quivering inner walls as he hesitated.

He wanted to enter her immediately, but if they continued like this, he feared he wouldn’t be able to enjoy her properly later that night.

“What should I do?”

As he gazed at Lavinia with hesitation, she weakly shook her head.

“Nghh… no more… haah… please… mmm…”

Her face, dazed and pleading, stirred his desire even further. Cassion felt a strong internal conflict but ultimately decided to hold back, thinking of the night to come. Unlike him, Lavinia’s stamina clearly had its limits.

“Cute thing.”

Cassion held the limp Lavinia in his arms, planting soft kisses on her while making small smacking sounds. Feeling his desire pressing against her stomach, Lavinia couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

“After all that, and still…”

Now that she thought about it, even Albert, a Swordmaster, had struggled to keep up with Cassion’s stamina and often ended up exhausted. Lavinia, though unusually strong for a noblewoman, was still barely managing.

“Good thing I’ve kept up with exercise.”

Grateful for the endurance that had kept her waist from giving out, Lavinia accepted Cassion’s kiss. She was certain this relentless emperor would come after her again later that night.

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