I Became the Emperor’s Sleeping Pill - Chapter 5

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Lysei’s heart pounded as she recalled the emperor’s breathtakingly beautiful face from their first encounter.

‘Today’s the day I finally get to have him,’ she thought, a thrill coursing through her. The bustling hands of the maids preparing her for the emperor’s bedchamber felt awkward, and she wondered if his p*nis would truly be as enormous as the books described. She was also curious if he would live up to his reputation as the ‘crazy’ protagonist of a dark romance novel.

‘Well, he’s supposed to be an obsessive lunatic, but a gentle giant and loyal puppy only for the female lead, I really want to see him act cute with that chillingly handsome face.’

Her weakness for handsome men had likely been amplified by her line of work. Her love for s*x probably played a part too. Back then, she’d enjoyed a freewheeling love life, choosing only handsome men and never stopping anyone from leaving. The problem was, that same attitude seemed to apply here. Lysei hadn’t dreamed that her casual plan—to sample every appealing man and leave the palace—would backfire so spectacularly. Lost in thoughts of the emperor’s size, she headed toward his chambers.

“Your Majesty, the Nyxna has arrived!” the man outside called. A pleasant baritone voice responded from within.

“Enter,” the voice commanded.

As the doors opened, a man with dazzling gold hair appeared. Emperor Edin Ren Atrasia, reclining on a sofa beside his vast bed, watched her with languid eyes. His beauty eclipsed anything and anyone around him. Not only that, but his casual attire revealed glimpses of firm, sculpted chest muscles, making her swallow hard.

‘Is it even allowed for an emperor to have a body like that?’

She’d encountered plenty of well-built men, but this was different. His wasn’t the bulky physique of a gym rat or the lean muscle of an active lifestyle. It was like a perfectly drawn ideal, almost unreal. Lysei desperately wanted to rip open his clothes, to see and touch him with her own hands. She swallowed again, her throat dry.

“Greetings to the Sun of the Empire.”

“Come closer.”

‘Oooh, I get to see those muscles up close?’ Lysei’s eyes widened. As she approached, her gaze fixed on his chest, eager to take it all in. Suddenly, Edin yanked her wrist, and she landed on his firm thigh.

‘Kyaa!’ she screamed internally. His thigh felt incredibly toned beneath her, tempting her to reach out and caress it. Her heart raced with the hope that beneath those clothes lay the most beautiful, well-defined body she’d ever seen. True to her athletic, security-trained nature, the sight of a well-built man always thrilled her.

“Yes. That’s the scent. I like it,” Edin murmured, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

‘I like it too, I like your pheromones like crazy.’

She dipped her head, trying to hide the involuntary flare of her nostrils. Mistaking her lowered head for shyness, Edin hooked a finger under the neckline of her dress, tugging it up suggestively. “It’s too early to be shy. We’ll be doing much more soon.”

‘Yes, let’s,’ Lysei thought, her mind racing. ‘More than much more is fine, just hurry up and undress. Or should I do it myself?’

Edin gently pulled at her neckline. The strange, ingenious design of her dress allowed the ties at her waist to loosen with the slightest tug. Lysei, internally marveling, discreetly pushed at her clothes so he wouldn’t notice her eagerness. With a combined effort, her dress fell to the floor, leaving her clad only in her undergarments.

Edin then slid her underwear down with a single finger. His face, jaded from seeing countless n*ked women, remained languid and indifferent. It bothered her slightly, but the anticipation of having this beautiful man soon overshadowed her annoyance.

To her surprise, Edin seemed to have no intention of removing his own clothes. Judging by his actions, he planned to proceed without any foreplay. Lysei’s bewilderment turned to genuine alarm as Edin forcefully turned her around on his thigh and positioned her face down on the sofa, then proceeded to squeeze lubricant onto her b*ttocks.

‘This b*stard has terrible manners in bed,’ she thought, suddenly annoyed. She could understand skipping foreplay, given his chronic insomnia from the overwhelming pheromones and his experience with numerous Nyxnas. But on the sofa? Shouldn’t they at least be in bed?