I Became the Emperor’s Sleeping Pill - Chapter 17 - R-18

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“Let me in… please…!” She straightened, her hands pushing at Edin’s golden hair as it stirred between her thighs.

Edin lifted himself after drawing her cl*toris into his mouth with a long pull. Counting the time he’d cl*maxed inside her while she was unconscious, they had made love eight times now.

Yet his c*ck, still swollen as if unsatisfied, twitched and leaked pre-c*m, anticipating its return to that tight, hot passage.

“Ah…”

Trailing kisses up her stomach and chest, already littered with love bites, Edin nipped at Lysei’s slightly lifted chin, sucking hard. Then, with frankly lascivious, teasing sounds, he pressed his lips to hers.

Meanwhile, he rubbed his engorged flesh between her swollen folds. Lysei flinched each time his tip grazed her entrance. As she bucked her hips in encouragement, Edin released her captured tongue, whispering, “You’re quite swollen.”

‘You knew that and kept sucking.’

But she couldn’t deny him now that he was aro*sed. Lysei lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

His hardened length began to push inside, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She gasped as he filled her completely, and Edin groaned softly against her ear.

“Haah…” It was more telling than any words could be. His sigh, his movements, his expression—they filled Lysei with a sense of satisfaction, and she tightened around him.

“Mmngh.” Edin buried his face in her shoulder, driven mad by the way she deliberately pulsed around his still form.

Where had this woman come from? If he’d met her sooner, even from the beginning, he would have known this exquisite pleasure much earlier. He could have spent those empty years, filled with countless Nyxnas, solely with Lysei.

The thought filled Edin with a bittersweet ache, making him hold her even closer.

“Haah…! Ah! …Hahng!”

He began to thrust, hard and fast. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, radiating heat throughout her body. Lysei cried out, her moans high-pitched as she melted into the sensation.

“Aah! Ha, ahng!”

Her eyes still wouldn’t quite open, but she writhed beneath him, lost in the throes of pleasure.

* * *

When she finally opened her eyes, it was midday again. The emperor was already gone, and Lysei frowned at finding herself in almost exactly the same situation, her body in much the same state as yesterday.

No, her body was worse.

She’d already lost consciousness around dawn from their excessive lovemaking. Undeterred, Edin had continued, taking her three more times after she woke.

‘At this rate, I’ll end up pregnant even if I avoid my heat.’

Well, no other woman but the heroine got pregnant by the emperor in the original story, so she shouldn’t worry. Still, he was so relentless that she felt like she was falling apart. She worried she might die from too much s*x.

Lysei slowly sat up, cursing under her breath at the involuntary moan that escaped her.

“Ah… f*ck. He really went at it, didn’t he?”

Not only had he taken her while she was unconscious, but he’d also had his fill after she woke up.

Of course, she’d enjoyed it immensely. Edin was incredible, and their lovemaking was incredibly satisfying, even if her body was a little sore.

She’d watched Edin collapse after his last cl*max, asleep as if dead, and then she must have drifted off herself. Now she was awake, and it was already this late.

“Doesn’t he need sleep…?”

She was hired as a sleeping pill for his insomnia, wasn’t she? If he kept her up all night like this, there was no point in hiring her.

The Nyxna’s scent was supposed to induce sleep, but when they were having s*x, she felt more awake than ever.

She didn’t understand how a Nyxna’s scent could cure an alpha’s insomnia. He was supposed to fall asleep immediately after making love while inhaling her scent, created by black magic. Something was definitely off.

‘Could the black magic be weakening?’

Lysei lifted her arm and sniffed herself. If there were side effects to the scent created by black magic, this was a big problem.

The heroine appeared after the Founding Day celebration, and Lysei was supposed to be executed a week before that.

‘Should I contact that raccoon?’

No, she couldn’t do that.

She’d reassured the empress to avoid execution, and she was keeping the money she earned as a Nyxna instead of sending it to the baron’s family.

Of course, it wasn’t much money, so she planned to ask the emperor for a large sum in exchange for the location of the urn before she left. But still, there was no need to contact the baron and create unnecessary trouble.

‘Well, he hasn’t found out I’m an omega yet, has he?’