The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 15

“Did you really run away to help me?”

“What did you want to confirm?”

Margaret’s eyes narrowed sharply. Ray looked at her with a somewhat puzzled expression. Looking at the icy gaze in her blue eyes, he could tell that she was sincere.

Sincere!!! She had genuinely run away to help Ray. He felt pleased with this fact.

“Thank you. For helping.”

Margaret’s eyes softened at his candid words. Her lips, hidden under that skyward veil, surely curled into a smile.

“Okay, let go now. I think the soldiers have all gone.”

Margaret loosened her grip on his arm. She was a strong woman—daring, courageous, and skilled in fighting. She appeared to have been carved away, like a white, smooth piece of pottery.

Suddenly, Margaret playfully slapped Ray’s hand away again. In Ray’s mind, a new entry was added to the “Hand Stinginess” category.

“Because I’m grateful.”

Ray chuckled and lightly kissed Margaret’s white and clean forehead. Margaret quickly tapped her forehead again and narrowed her eyes at him. Ray thought she resembled a cat at that moment—a cat that would hiss when it saw a stranger before being tamed.

“You keep—”

In that instant, Ray’s hand tore away the veil. Her words were dispersed from her mouth in Ray’s embrace. It was quite an impulsive kiss.

A confined space. A man and a woman. Margaret could have certainly anticipated something like this happening. Otherwise, she might have slapped him right then. Fortunately, her hand hadn’t flown up yet. Ray pressed his lips to hers with haste, unsure of what to do.

The woman’s blue eyes pierced into him like daggers, landing on his face. Her gaze was sharp.

“I taste like pomegranate.”

Ray’s face burned, and his heart raced at her whispered words. Ray was an emperor—the grand emperor of the magnificent Boroman Empire. He had a harem filled with the most beautiful women in the empire, all waiting for him.

But strangely enough, all of this was new to Ray. The intense curiosity he felt toward a woman—approaching her with interest, even kissing like this—everything was new.

“You’re inexperienced.”

Driven by his impatience, he simply pressed his lips against hers, nibbled, and sucked. He extended his tongue, licking her cheek like an animal. The increasingly sticky atmosphere made him even more passionate. Margaret observed him discreetly. He could even hear her inner monologue:

“There’s no time for this.”

Then Margaret raised both her hands and cupped his cheek.

“Open your mouth.”

She gave a command that nobody else in the empire would dare issue. But he couldn’t refuse.

Ray obediently opened his mouth a bit, and Margaret grabbed his face. Her warm, small tongue pushed forward. This was a far more intense kiss compared to the awkward one Ray had initiated earlier. He realized that the same tongue he used for eating and talking could move like this too.

Margaret skillfully moved her tongue, coaxing Ray’s stiff one to relax. Her hands that cupped his cheeks moved slightly, enclosing his neck. Her chest brushed against him. He couldn’t distinguish if the pounding sound was his own or hers. Even just following her lead, every cell in his body felt like it was screaming.

Experiencing such unfamiliar sensations for the first time, Ray clenched his fists, opened them, and clenched them again. The airless warehouse was hot, and her kiss was scorching. The heat from her lips spread throughout her body. It felt as if a fever was coming over him. She took away even that heat, swallowed it, and returned it hotter. Breathing became difficult. Then, Margaret released his lips, smiling, and he gasped for air. Gasping, Ray quickly swallowed her lips again. Her eyes widened.

Ray was quick to learn anything. Although it was his first kiss, he soon grasped how to do it. Giving back what he received, he elicited a soft moan from her throat.

Unbelievably, a mere sound like that made his body tense up all over, sending blood rushing downward.

With every movement, an almost maddening pleasure followed, and he had no choice but to learn from it. He adapted quickly. Her tongue was trapped and sucked like a small animal. Margaret’s shoulders trembled slightly.

Ray grabbed her shoulders with both hands. She was delicate. He could even break her neck if he wanted to, or her waist. Although he had the strength to do so, it seemed she would snap easily.

Eventually, his hands repeatedly clenched and relaxed in the air. Yet, it was still good. Sucking and licking her tongue and delicate membranes felt good. He hoped Margaret would enjoy it too. He wished she felt the same exhilaration and pleasure.

Ray narrowed his eyes and observed Margaret’s expression. Her sharp, pointed gaze softened and then narrowed again. Their actions grew more intense. Wet, squelching sounds were heard, followed by the scent of pomegranates, which faded and reappeared. With each exchanged breath, Ray fervently sucked and nibbled. His wandering hands found the back of her head, and as she tilted it back, he dipped his tongue deeper.

t was just biting and sucking on each other’s flesh, but why did it feel so good? Despite the lack of vigorous movements, why was his breath coming so rapidly? Why was Margaret’s body so intoxicatingly sweet, her saliva so sugary, and her breath laden with such an intense aroma? Why did this act make him press his body against hers more and more?

He knew. Unless one were a fool, it was impossible not to recognize what all this meant.

“Hah!”

Ray’s hands squeezed Margaret’s br*asts. This wasn’t something he learned. It was instinct. He felt the softness of her br*ast under the thin cloth. He pressed his hardened manhood against Margaret’s lower abdomen. It created a moist, squelching sound, accompanied by an increase in saliva in his mouth.

He molded the soft and tender b*easts to his liking. Between his fingers, a nub emerged, and when he pressed on it firmly, another sigh-like moan escaped her lips. It was driving him insane. Rather than thrusting his unfulfilled manhood, his tongue probed her mouth.

“Haah… huh.”

With every movement, Margaret’s attempt to prevent their actions from being noticed by the soldiers escalated into a seductive moan, capturing Ray’s attention. The woman who had been so pointedly standoffish now firmly grasped his arm and pressed their bodies together. A slight dizziness overcame him. His masculine instincts were clamoring to take control, wanting to conquer her. Could it be that she desired the same thing?

“Stop, please,” she managed to say.

Her refusal only seemed to fuel the fire within Ray. As if a switch had been flipped, he pushed her even closer. He was determined to silence any more refusals, pressing his lips against hers and using one hand to squeeze her br*ast. He needed to feel her and let his desire for her overtake him. And as if it were the most natural thing, his other hand moved urgently, pulling up her dress. As he did, a spark ignited within him, blinding his vision with white flames.

“!!!”

Cool air touched his lips as they parted, and suddenly Ray was aware that something had gone wrong. In the midst of this confusion, he slowly touched his cheek, only to feel a sharp sting.

Stop it, you bastard. Are you in heat?

Margaret glared at him with determination, her fist clenched tightly. Only then did Ray realize that she had punched him in the face. She continued to scold him, her excitement causing her words to tumble out. But Ray couldn’t understand a single word. It was a foreign language. Yet somehow, he felt like he knew exactly what she was saying. The intonation was enough to convey her meaning. Profanity. She was cursing him. And her words were extremely harsh.

Blood trickled from his mouth, giving off a metallic smell. She was strong, and her hands were calloused. More importantly, she was rational, and her words were sharp. It wasn’t until he was hit that Ray realized his own foolishness and the fact that she wasn’t a concubine in a harem.

“Sorry,” he apologized meekly.

Her barrage of foreign languages had ceased. Ray lowered his gaze to the ground. The Borum Empire held the virtue of purity in high regard. Although he was in a position where he could be responsible for her, Margaret’s behavior was not appropriate.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied.

Her hand, which had landed the blow, brushed against him lightly. Ray recalled the bullies from his first day in this world and how their teeth had been knocked out. He believed that Margaret had controlled her strength this time.

“You’re really a foreigner, huh? Or…”

“Or what?”

Suppressing a dangerous thought, Ray asked calmly.

“Will you tell me which noble family you belong to?”

“Why? So you can send a marriage proposal?”

“… Huh?”

Catched off guard by her unexpected words, Ray was taken aback. A marriage proposal? In the Borum Empire, there was no position for a queen. Power was concentrated solely in the hands of the Emperor. Only the offspring of concubines could wield power if their child ascended to the throne.

“Never mind. I’ll tell you next time we meet,” she said casually, as if she had sensed his hesitation. She brushed her hair back, which had become disheveled as if from an intense encounter. Feeling remorseful, Ray automatically picked up the fallen veil from the ground and dusted it off. However, Margaret pulled a new veil from her pocket.

“I didn’t expect things to turn out like this,” she remarked.

Once again, her beautiful face was covered by the black veil. Ray felt a deep sense of regret. If he were to bring her into his harem, she could have moved around the palace without a veil, and whenever he desired, he could have…

But before his thoughts could run wild, Ray vigorously shook his head.

“Am I going to ruin everything because of my obsession with this woman?”

He needed to suppress the insatiable desire that had taken over him once he was out of her presence. He sighed deeply and splashed water on his face to regain his composure. He had to regain control of his emotions.

“Now that the soldiers are gone, right?”

Margaret skillfully redirected the conversation. She swiftly opened the door and peered outside. As she said, it was quiet out there. The soldiers who had been searching for them under Altar’s guidance were nowhere to be seen.