Your Majesty, I Want You

Aran placed her hand on Enochs thigh and continued to rub his manhood with her ch*st. Disgrace and shame sprung across her face, but she ignored it. At this moment, she was no emperor, nor a fianc, but a toy that needed to prove her usefulness.

When his hot pillar touched her n*pple which had become sensitive due to her rising fever, Aran trembled. She did not know why she felt breathless, why her body had reacted in such manner.

Had she truly become a lewd woman as Enoch said? The thought of it frightened her so.

Aran shut her eyes tightly. If Enoch learned of this, hell surely laugh at her.

Ha

But eventually, a quiet groan unwittingly came out and Enoch snickered. Arans face turned red.

So, youre feeling it too. Enoch patted her head gently while smiling. Youre beautiful, Your Majesty.

Aran ignored Enochs shameful remarks and continued the disgraceful act.

Enoch grunted, and soon, white fluid splashed all over Arans face and ch*st.

It was over.

Aran sat still on the floor panting heavily. The hot fluid dripping down her face and ch*st was unpleasant, but even so, she could not wipe it off in his presence.

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She could feel his intense gaze despite her lowered gaze. That piercing red eyes made her feel miserable. Even a thousand words couldnt describe this feeling. But, regardless, she could not rebel. She had chosen shame instead of honor.

As if appreciating her deeds, Enoch brought a wet cloth and wiped her face and body.

I Ill do it.

But her words were ignored.

And then, Enoch was finished.

Wait I I want to take a shower.

Dont. Rest first. You have a fever.

Enoch shook his head and placed the palm of his hand on her forehead, his touch friendly and loving. He pulled back her sweaty hair and brushed it aside. And then, he pulled her up and pulled her close to his embrace and onto the bed.

Aran had no power to answer and stretched out her limbs as if she had given up. Even after wiping off all traces of the white fluid, her body smelled fishy. Perhaps he intentionally buried his fluid in her body as if to insult her more.

Aran bit her lip.

The medicine soon kicked in and shed soon sleep. She tried to open her eyes forcibly to keep awake, but Enoch covered her eyes with his large hand, his other hand rubbing her head back and forth.

Before falling asleep, Aran asked him, You know, todays schedule is

Rest.

His soft lips fell on her forehead and Aran suddenly remembered Enochs old self which caused her heart to ache. But her thoughts did not last long and she fell asleep.

***

Despite the maids failed dissuasion that the empress regnant rest a few more days due to her accumulated fatigue, Aran stubbornly refused.

The lady-in-waiting who saw her body trembling, asked anxiously, Your Majesty, why dont you rest?

Aran shook her head. Its okay. Ive had too much rest.

The lady-in-waiting did not ask again.

Aran, who changed in a new set of clothes, requested that she wear thick makeup. She usually did not enjoy wearing makeup. It made her feel stuffy, but she was not confident at this very moment. It was a matter of self-esteem. She did not want to show weakness, even if it was a trivial matter, to the aristocrats bent on biting her neck at any moments opening.

What do you think, Your Majesty?

The maid brought her a mirror after finishing her makeup. Reflected in the mirror was a face that looked tired veiled with dark makeup.

I like it. Thank you. Aran nodded.

She did not look weak.

The maid smiled proudly.

Before leaving her bedroom quarter, Aran took a deep breath. Her trembling body was hidden under her dress. She straightened her back and looked up squarely. Like her thickly painted makeup, her false dignity and bravado were the only means she could protect herself with.

Note: Because I have trouble labeling Aran as the Emperor since she technically is in KR raws though it doesnt exactly translate well in English. With that said, Arans position as Emperor will be localized as Empress Regnant or Empress for short from this point forward. An Empress Regnant is a female monarch who reigns in her own right over an empire. She possesses and exercises sovereign powers in the absence of an Emperor.