Third Person

The Emperor’s eyes snapped open the moment he heard the creak of his door slowly being pushed open. He didn’t move, choosing instead to remain perfectly still, listening intently. Through the quiet of the room, he could hear the faint moaning of a woman, her voice strained, as if she was in some sort of distress. She was mumbling incoherently, her words jumbled and unclear.

For a brief moment, there was silence, but it was quickly broken when he let out a low, involuntary groan as something warm, soft, and unexpectedly heavy collapsed onto him. His body tensed in response, and he pressed his lips together tightly as the sensation of delicate, smooth skin made contact with his half-naked torso. The sudden, intimate closeness of the soft figure against him sent an undeniable surge of arousal coursing through him, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.

He instinctively recognized the scent of the woman, a fragrance so familiar that it stirred something deep within him, tempting him, teasing him. He felt the movement of his wife’s hand—the Empress—as if she had just realized what, or rather who, she had fallen on. Napaungol siya nang dakmain nito ang kanyang ilong.

"The kitten seems lost," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He had hoped for some sort of response, but his wife appeared to be deeply asleep. He bit his lip, feeling the strain of the situation. This was a torment for him, a situation that tested his patience and restraint. He was unable to take advantage of the moment, despite the faint scent of alcohol that lingered on her.

For two days, he had been observing his wife from a distance, watching her every move with a sense of longing and frustration. He drew in a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He waited patiently until her breathing became more even and relaxed, indicating that she was in a deeper slumber. Seizing the moment, he prepared to act, his intentions clear in his mind. Just as he was about to push her, he was taken by surprise when Celestia suddenly wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an unexpected embrace. He groaned as her delicate breasts brushed against his chest, sumiksik din ang mukha nito sa kanyang leeg.

He was now having a massive erection and needed to free himself from her embrace as soon as possible.

He grasped her waist, feeling the warmth of her body intensify against the softness of her form. His jaw tightened as he gently pushed her away, successfully laying her down beside him.

He let out a heavy sigh, glancing at her with some difficulty due to the darkness. Despite the dim light, his keen eyesight allowed him to make out her features, though only vaguely.

His brows furrowed in concern as she shifted restlessly. His eyes widened in alarm when Celestia turned to her left, dangerously close to the edge of the bed. The Emperor acted swiftly, grabbing her and preventing her from falling off.

Celestia immediately wrapped her arms around him, and he exhaled in relief. As she drew close, it felt as though she was subtly enticing him, and he found himself struggling to comprehend the emotions stirring within him. There was an unfamiliar feeling that intensified with each passing day, a sensation that had begun from the very first time he had seen Celestia. They had met at a grand ball, where she had been extraordinarily beautiful, her presence captivating and overwhelming even she were still young. Despite his growing feelings, he had fought to keep them in check.

Tila nagising siya sa pagkakatulog nang dinakma ni Celestia ang kanyang sensitibong parte. He groaned, struggling to resist the temptation that tugged at him.

"Hmmm... patola, I miss patola," she mumbled, her voice soft and dreamy. His forehead creased as he listened to her murmur in a language foreign to him. The unfamiliar words puzzled him, making him wonder what exactly was running through her mind.

He let out a deep, strained groan as her hand gripped his manhood. "S-stop," he struggled to say, his voice raspy and low, trembling with restraint. His jaw clenched even tighter, the tension in his body nearly unbearable. He was on the brink of losing control, and he knew this couldn’t go on, or he might end up doing something that shouldn’t yet be done.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she withdrew her hand, but immediately felt a sense of alarm as he noticed her swift movements. His brow furrowed as he squinted through the darkness, trying to make out his wife's form. He quickly became alert when he saw her rose from the bed. Celestia ran to the front of the open terrace, her skin seeming to glisten under the soft glow of the moonlight, casting an ethereal shine on her as she stood bathed in its silver rays.

Napatulala ang Emperor sa nakikita, his wife is fully naked, tila inaakit siya nito upang lumapit. He was stunned as Celestia began to move her body with fluid, effortless grace. He blinked several times, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. Celestia was dancing, her movements light and ethereal, like a fairy gliding through the air. Each delicate step and gentle sway of her body seemed to blend seamlessly with the night, as if she were one with the breeze itself.

He gulped, unable to tear his eyes away. How fascinating she was—seductive in the way her body moved with such allure, yet at the same time, there was something innocent, almost childlike, in her carefree dance. It was a captivating contrast, one that only deepened his desire while confusing his emotions. Every motion, every twirl drew him in further, leaving him mesmerized by the enchanting display before him.

Hindi namalayan ng Emperor na nakababa na pala siya sa higaan, lumapit siya nang kaunti at mas lalong pinagmasdan ang mukha ng kanyang asawa.

"How lovely," he mumbled to himself, a small smile forming on his lips as he gazed at her closed eyes. She still seemed fast asleep, completely unaware of her actions.

Suddenly, Celestia stopped dancing and abruptly turned to face the Emperor. For a few seconds, she stood there, motionless, before raising both hands. The Emperor’s eyes widened in shock as Celestia began to imitate a zombie, like the ones she had seen in old movies.

The Emperor’s brow furrowed, utterly baffled by his wife's strange behavior. It was as if she was trying to scare him.

"W-wife!" he stammered, panic rising in his voice as Celestia suddenly bolted toward him. He instinctively ran toward the door, but then quickly realized there was no reason to be afraid—his wife was merely drunk. Gathering his composure, he turned to face her bravely, only to be taken aback when he found her lying flat on the floor.

He immediately rushed to her side, bending down to check on her. "Unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. His wife was now snoring softly, clearly fast asleep.

He sighed heavily, scooping her up into his arms and gently laying her back on the bed. Letting out another deep sigh, he reached for the glass of water on the table and took a long drink before settling back onto the bed himself. Thankfully, Celestia remained still this time, allowing him to finally relax. With one last glance at her, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up with a pounding headache, instinctively reaching for my forehead as I winced in pain. "Shit," I muttered under my breath, "I am never drinking again," my head felt like it was splitting open, the throbbing unbearable.

"Sarah," I called, expecting her usual prompt response. But there was only silence. My brows furrowed. "Sarah!" I called out again, louder this time, thinking she might not have heard me.

I waited a few seconds, still nothing. Frustration built up in me as I sighed and opened my eyes. But what greeted me was far from what I expected. My heart skipped a beat, "Your Majesty!" I blurted out, my voice tight with confusion and shock. There, sitting casually on a chair, elbows resting on the armrest, was the Emperor. His intense gaze was fixed on me, and for a moment, it felt like the air in the room had thickened.

Trying to regain my composure, I met his eyes steadily. "Your Majesty, it's quite early for a visit," I remarked, keeping my voice calm, though internally, I was struggling to process what was happening.

He smirked, a gesture that deepened my confusion and made my frown deepen as well. My eyes quickly scanned the room, and to my horror, I realized—this wasn’t my chamber. Panic surged through me, and I snapped my gaze back to the Emperor. He slowly licked his lips, and in that instant, a cold dread washed over me. My attention quickly shifted to myself.

I gasped, my heart leaping into my throat. I wasn’t in my usual dress— in fact, I wasn’t wearing anything except for the sheet that were barely covering me. My pulse raced as panic fully set in. I bit my lip, my mind spiraling into chaos.

"Did something happen between us, Your Majesty?" I asked, my voice trembling with hesitation. My thoughts were frantic. How on earth did I end up in his bed? My body tensed at the realization. I had lost my virginity, and I couldn’t even remember how it happened. This was insane—absolutely insane.

The Emperor’s gaze didn’t waver. Instead of offering an answer, he turned the question back to me with a deliberate slowness, "What do you think… wife?"

I gritted my teeth in frustration. Why couldn’t he just give me a straight answer?

Wala na akong napagpipilian kundi pakiramdamin ang sarili. My forehead creased as I carefully assessed how I felt. Surprisingly, there was no discomfort. My body was fine, and even the most sensitive parts of me felt normal. I exhaled a sigh of relief. So, nothing happened.

I cleared my throat, trying to gather my composure amidst the confusing situation. "I should leave now, Your Majesty. I deeply apologize for what has transpired," I said sincerely, bowing my head slightly while still sitting on the edge of the bed.

Raising my head, I met his intense gaze, which lingered on me. I forced a smile, though my heart raced with embarrassment. Damn, how am I supposed to act normal in front of him? This situation was beyond humiliating.

I swallowed hard, clutching the sheet tightly around my body as I cautiously stepped down from the bed. My eyes darted around the room, searching for my dress. Then, to my horror, I noticed my dress—resting on His Majesty's lap! How did I not see that earlier?

With nerves threatening to overtake me, I approached him slowly, stopping just a few steps away. "Y-Your Majesty, please hand me my dress," I asked, doing my best to keep my voice steady and to appear unbothered by the weight of his gaze. I refused to be intimidated, despite the tension filling the room.

He picked up my dress, and for a moment, relief washed over me as he extended it toward me. Just as I reached out to take it, his hand shot out and gripped my wrist, pulling me toward him. I gasped as I lost my balance and fell into his lap, my eyes widening in shock. "Your Majesty!" I exclaimed, panic seeping into my voice. I immediately tried to pull away, but before I could, his arms wrapped tightly around my body, locking me in place. My heart pounded furiously against my chest.

Damn it, I need to get out of here!

I struggled again to free myself, but his grip only tightened. Frustration surged within me as I glared at him. "Your Majesty, let me go," I demanded, my tone cold and firm. He smirked in response, his arrogance palpable.

"I will let you go, but first, you must take responsibility," he said in a low, husky voice that sent a chill down my spine.

I furrowed my brow, confused. "For what, Your Majesty?" I asked, trying to understand what he was implying.

His eyes bore into mine, filled with intensity, "Last night was a kind of torture—you seduced me," he remarked.

My mouth fell open in disbelief. It took a few moments for his words to sink in, and when they did, I let out a soft laugh. "Your Majesty, I didn’t do anything," I defended myself, keeping my voice calm and composed, though my mind was racing.

His gaze darkened, his expression becoming even more predatory, "Do I need to recount everything you did last night, hmm? Wife?" he asked, his tone daring me to challenge him.

I froze. No. Binabawi ko na, I didn’t want to hear any of it. Whatever happened last night, I didn’t need a detailed account. With a heavy sigh, I gave in, "What do you want, Your Majesty?" I asked, my voice laced with resignation.

His lips curled into a smirk. "Call me Isaac when we’re alone," he said, his tone light but commanding.

I blinked, caught off guard by the simplicity of his request. That’s all he wants? I nodded and forced a sweet smile. "Then, I shall leave now, Isaac," I said, emphasizing his name, hoping this would bring an end to the awkwardness.

But his jaw clenched. "We’re not done yet," he murmured.

I raised an eyebrow. "Then what?" I asked, my voice tinged with irritation.

"Kiss me," his words hit me like a jolt. My eyes widened in shock. Why is he so obsessed with asking for a kiss?

I swallowed, studying his face, hoping he was joking. But his expression remained serious, unwavering.

I sighed in reluctant surrender. Pressing my lips together, I leaned in slowly, closing the distance between us. I gave him a quick, fleeting kiss, hoping that would satisfy him, but before I could pull away, he grabbed the back of my neck and drew me back in. Our lips met again, this time more forcefully. Nanlaki ang mga mata ko, my heart raced wildly, and I could barely keep up with the intensity.

"Open your mouth, wife," he commanded in a deep, husky voice.

I blinked, momentarily stunned, and without thinking, I obeyed.

A moan escaped my lips as he fully claimed my mouth, his lips moving with a hunger that sent heat flooding to my cheeks. His kiss was fierce and demanding, as though he had been craving this for far too long. My eyes fluttered shut as his tongue invaded my mouth, exploring every inch with a fervor that left me breathless. Without realizing it, I responded to his kiss, matching his intensity.

The kiss grew more passionate, more intense with every passing second. I gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer as our lips moved in sync. A soft moan slipped from my lips when he gently bit down on my lower lip, sending sparks of sensation through my body. His kiss was torrid, his need palpable.

I clung to him, deepening the kiss further until I felt myself running out of breath. I pushed him away, gasping for air, and to my surprise, he didn’t resist.

For a moment, I just stared into his eyes, which burned with desire. I gulped, realizing how far things had gone. Hastily, I scrambled out of his lap, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all.

I hurried away from him, gripping the sheet as I fled from his chamber.

I didn’t stop until I reached the safety of my own chamber. Quickly, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, my heart racing uncontrollably. My entire face felt flushed with embarrassment, and without thinking, I touched my lips. I could still feel the lingering taste of his kiss, his scent still clinging to me.

The intensity of the moment had overwhelmed me, leaving me dizzy and breathless. Damn, I thought, my mind still reeling. This is bad.