Free Web Novel“I... mmh... I do not.”
Her Majesty the Empress appeared extremely indignant at the rebellious subject’s slander.
Yet at this very moment, that anger only made her even more enticing.
“You don’t? Then how do you explain the way you are now?”
The cat tail was soft and slender, wonderful to touch, but now it had become the weapon used to subdue Her Majesty the Empress.
Like reins held firmly in Muen’s hand, every teasing flick and tug made the Empress sway and tremble helplessly, producing charming, breath-stealing sounds she would never normally make.
“Don’t... don’t touch it...”
After another fierce gallop, even Celicia finally began losing endurance. Fragrant breaths drifted from her lips, and even her tone had softened considerably.
Yet Muen still felt unsatisfied.
Because it seemed he was only one final step away from pushing this entirely different side of the Empress’s beauty to its absolute peak.
“May I... switch directions, my Majesty?”
“No!”
The Celicia who had seemed utterly weak just moments ago suddenly found strength from somewhere and immediately snapped open her beautiful eyes, brows raised sharply.
This much teasing was one thing.
But that?
Absolutely not.
She was the Empress of the Empire, not one of those shameless temptresses who loved wagging their hips around. She still possessed the pride belonging to an Empress.
Not to mention she was already in such a humiliating state.
“I... mmh... forbid it!”
“Not even once?”
Muen continued pleading.
Not only with words, but with actions as well.
“Mmh... ah!”
Celicia arched her swan-like neck once more, ascending for what must have been the countless time tonight toward that distant place where sea met sky.
That wicked little thing truly seemed to possess some mysterious magic.
It made the lofty, elegant, domineering Empress she normally was... soften far too easily.
After slowly descending once more, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the somewhat disappointed Muen.
Even though she knew perfectly well that pitiful expression was merely another one of this bastard’s acts, she always found herself softening toward him anyway.
Who could blame her...
when she liked him this much?
Thus, even though her mind already felt as though it were melting within those warm waters, countless thoughts still surfaced one after another.
The punishment she had spoken of earlier.
The little girl named Afrella whom she had met before.
And then, what she had learned from Afrella herself—
that the evil man before her had, through thousands upon thousands of his own deaths, saved this entire city.
Perhaps what he deserved was not punishment at all.
Perhaps he deserved reward instead.
Only, despite always pretending to be mature, she had still ended up throwing a tiny little tantrum in the end.
And finally, she remembered the thing she had just made up her mind to do afterward...
“Still no.”
“Ah...”
“But...”
Celicia lightly licked her red lips.
“I want to drink.”
“Huh?”
Muen froze, wondering whether he had heard wrong.
Because alcohol and the girl before him seemed utterly incompatible.
“Didn’t you hear me?”
Seeing Muen’s stunned expression, Celicia smiled smugly before elegantly brushing back her hair and returning once more to her cold, noble demeanor.
“Once in a while, I also want to experience what alcohol tastes like.”
Alcohol.
Naturally, there was alcohol.
Celicia even kept a small collection herself.
And one of those bottles had just been opened earlier by a certain wicked woman, half-finished and left nearby.
Muen could reach it simply by extending his hand.
“I underestimated you.”
Understanding Celicia’s meaning, warmth spread through Muen’s chest.
Yet his mischievous conquest never slowed.
He picked up the wine bottle and gently shook it beside Celicia’s lovely face while revealing an incomparably wicked grin.
Like a rebellious minister who had endured in silence for ages and was now finally preparing to launch his ultimate assault against the noble Empress seated upon the throne.
“Are you afraid, my beloved Majesty?”
“Hmph.”
The Empress proudly raised her chin, utterly fearless as she looked down disdainfully upon her rebellious subject.
“Do I need to pour the wine myself?”
“Of course not.”
How could he possibly trouble the exalted Empress to handle such a thing personally?
Naturally, her subject would do it for her.
Muen tilted his head back and directly swallowed a large mouthful of wine.
Then he suddenly lowered himself and fiercely captured the Empress’s lips.
“Mmh...”
Pale crimson wine flowed between their lips, spilling down across smooth white skin before streaming into the deep valley between the towering peaks and disappearing entirely.
Most of the wine, however, was directly fed into the Empress’s cherry-red mouth.
Her throat bobbed softly as she swallowed every drop.
Their lips separated.
The now-empty wine bottle was casually tossed aside by Muen.
He stared intently at the Empress’s lovely face, but unfortunately, that flawless beauty was already flushed red enough that he could not determine her current state at all.
“Your Majesty?”
Muen called cautiously.
“Mmm?”
Celicia narrowed her hazy eyes.
“Does the wine taste good?”
“Tastes good... hic.”
A sweet, fragrant hiccup puffed against his face.
Muen raised a brow slightly and continued:
“Then... what I asked earlier. Is it allowed?”
“What you asked earlier?”
Celicia’s lovely face suddenly turned icy again as she fixed Muen with an overwhelmingly oppressive stare.
Muen’s heart instantly tightened.
“Okay~”
The Empress tilted her head adorably and smiled brightly.
“Hiss...”
Just moments ago, she had been cold and untouchably proud.
Now she was soft and irresistibly sweet.
That heaven-and-earth contrast completely shattered Muen’s remaining restraint. Despite being suppressed repeatedly earlier by the three wicked women and then by the Empress herself, he now felt fully restored to peak condition.
He flipped Celicia over.
And Celicia obediently complied, kneeling atop the bed.
To allow Muen to admire her beauty more completely, she even rested her little head against the pillow while the soft curves below lifted high into the air.
Only then did Muen realize that the Empress had never removed her crystal high heels.
They still dangled loosely from her small feet, swaying seductively.
And those battle-damaged black stockings were equally devastating, every tear seeming to invite exploration by hand.
What lofty Empress of the Empire?
She was clearly an enchanting little wildcat!
“How can there possibly be an Empress like you? You’re impossible to endure!”
Muen lightly smacked her raised rear.
Beautiful ripples spread across the soft flesh.
At that point, Muen completely lost the ability to restrain himself any longer. He directly launched his assault, finally turning the tables and pressing the proud, noble Empress beneath him.
“I’m not...”
The Empress glanced back shyly and teasingly.
“I only act like this in front of you~”
Her charm swayed intoxicatingly.
This was a side of the Empress the outside world would never witness.
The beautiful eyes that should have gazed down upon the Empire now looked back at him hazily, overflowing with allure.
The small hands meant to wield the Sword of the King now tightly gripped the wrinkled bedsheets instead.
The proud, noble face that should have remained lofty now rested low against the pillow, swaying helplessly along with her body.
And the hips that should have been elevated only by the supreme imperial throne now lifted themselves high voluntarily, the adorable cat tail constantly swaying mischievously behind her, deliberately teasing against the rebellious subject’s lower abdomen.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it...”
Merely a glance and a few movements from her were already enough to push Muen beyond endurance.
Embarrassed and irritated, he immediately smacked the Empress’s rear again before grabbing hold of her naughty little tail.
“You utterly unqualified Empress... no, you little wildcat. How does a cat meow?”
“Meow~ meow meow meow...”
“Louder!”
“Meow~”
At some point, cat ears had already appeared atop Celicia’s head. She swayed her cat tail actively while the soft meows spilling from her lips rose and fell with the waves, every sound enough to completely steal a person’s soul away.
After another fierce battle, the evil rebellious subject inevitably extended his wicked hands toward the Empress’s most secret and shameful place.
The cat tail, already damp and thoroughly played with, had long since been pitifully tossed aside. The rebellious subject gently caressed the unconscious petals opening and closing softly before asking in a low voice:
“May I?”
If she were still the proud Empress, she would surely never allow herself to be toyed with so obscenely.
Unfortunately, tonight she was merely a drunken little wildcat.
“Okay~ meow~”
“Little wildcat, take this!”
“Mmh~”
The rebellious subject hesitated no longer and directly guided the dragon into another homeland it had never before reached.
Thus, accompanied by a pained cry and the beautiful moans that had already been building for so long, another beautiful chrysanthemum bloomed once more within the royal capital on a late-autumn night.
“Meow~”
