I Became the Emperor’s Sleeping Pill - Chapter 6 - R-18

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This body, her body now, was experiencing this for the first time. He, on the other hand, had been with countless women and surely knew how frightening and painful a first time could be. She remembered a line from the novel, something about him reassuring the heroine during their first time. Yet, this d*mned man, fully clothed while she lay bare, was trying to shove himself inside her.

“You’ll tear me if you do it like that, Your Majesty!” Lysei cried, pushing against Edin’s chest with her elbows. He hadn’t even bothered with foreplay.

Touching the Emperor without permission could be a death sentence. But she refused to have her first time like this.

As Edin pulled back, startled, Lysei sat up. “I’m a v*rgin. You need to be gentle.”

Edin stared, a flicker of bewilderment in his eyes, as Lysei, despite her apparent fear, spoke her mind with unwavering clarity.

‘Be gentle? What did she even mean by that?’

For Edin, s*x with the Nyxna was purely a mean to sleep. Their scent intensified after s*x, allowing him to fall into a deeper slumber. It was disconcerting to have one of these tools, a Nyxna who was supposed to be nothing more than a vessel, objecting and demanding gentleness.

Then, something even more baffling happened. Lysei began undressing him.

“You should take your clothes off too. It’s embarrassing if only I’m undressed.” Her words were unlike anything he’d ever heard from a Nyxna.

Lysei pulled off his loosely draped top, only to frown at the surprisingly tight sash around his waist.

‘What’s the point of just his top off when the important part is still covered? Of course, his er*ction was already peeking through the opening, practically begging to be buried inside her, but she wanted him completely n*ked.’

She fumbled with the sash, determined to see him bare.

Edin blinked, momentarily stunned, before gently taking her hands off the sash. He pressed the clasp and pulled, the garment falling to the floor. He stood before her, nak*d as she’d desired.

“Are you satisfied now?” Edin asked, a languid smile playing on his lips.

Lysei nodded, inwardly screaming. ‘Holy hell, is he sculpted? Is that even a real body? And the size of it! What is that, a baseball bat? How is that even supposed to fit?’ A whirlwind of questions raced through her mind, ultimately guiding her hand towards his sculpted abdomen and impressive er*ction.

Edin’s body twitched at her uninvited touch, but Lysei, undeterred, continued to explore him with both hands. Her eyes gleamed with a predatory focus, like a hunter deciding where to first sink their teeth into their prey.

A soft groan escaped Edin’s lips. Her hands roamed his body. Then she straddled him, her small tongue flicking at his n*pples as her hand stroked his length. Pleasure washed over him, his chin lifting involuntarily. “Haah…”

No woman had ever taken charge like this. No woman had ever touched him so boldly, held him so possessively, licked his n*pples. The woman who had asked for gentleness was now showering him with unprecedented sensations.

Her small hand, unable to fully encompass him, pumped him with surprising skill.

“Use your fingers down there,” she instructed, her knees bent beneath her. “It’ll hurt less.”

Edin reached down, sliding his fingers between her legs. Preparing a Nyxna was something he’d done occasionally, when he wasn’t feeling too lazy. It wasn’t particularly enjoyable or aro*sing, but it intensified their scent, promising a slightly longer sleep. He’d eventually stopped bothering, but this was the first time a woman had so directly requested it.

A strange curiosity bloomed within him. Lysei was unlike any Nyxna he’d had before. She claimed to be a v*rgin, yet she acted with an unexpected confidence. The tightness around his fingers certainly confirmed her v*rginity.

He added another finger, scissoring them inside her as he studied her expression.

“Ah…!” A moan escaped her lips. Her small, raised knees wobbled as if about to give way.

Edin pressed his fingers deeper, probing her inner walls, searching for her pleasure point. It was a skill he’d taught himself. Driven by youthful curiosity about s*x, he’d discovered the power of a well-placed touch. Since then, he’d taken to exploring each new woman, seeking out their unique responses.

“Nn… Nn, hh… Ah, ahhh!”