The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 26

As Suleiman bared his soul, the woman’s arms wrapped around his neck in response.

“Ah! Stop! Hah!”

Diligently poking with his fingers, he gently explored her inner walls. It was as if he was crafting an intimate dance with his fingers—licking, scratching, and teasing with care. The scene, painted with the pleasure of the woman in his eyes, was so lovely and sensual. How captivating this display of love and lust was! Neither of them seemed entirely in their right mind; the woman, too, appeared lost in the moment.

Supporting her back with one hand, Suleiman felt her body curl in his embrace. Continuing to shower her with delicate kisses around the nape of her neck, he lightly caressed her sensitive core with his thumb. At one moment,

“Ah, ah…!”

With a newfound sound, the woman shivered, her walls irregularly contracting as something poured out. The unfamiliar sensation left Suleiman wide-eyed as he witnessed her reaching the pinnacle of pleasure.

Margaret, who had been bowing her head, seemed to forget how to breathe for a moment.

“Haah… haah.”

After catching her breath, she roughly swept her hair back and shot a glance at Suleiman. The woman, having just experienced climax, was breathtakingly beautiful. Showing no signs of calming down, she breathed shallowly and commanded,

“Pull out.”

Suleiman obediently followed the order. A woman who begged so arrogantly and playfully to an emperor like himself—rather than irritating, it felt refreshing and enjoyable. With trembling hands, she pushed him away. Suleiman willingly distanced himself from her.

She looked cute, like a cat stretching and cursing at him. She had just experienced her peak inside him. The fact thrilled him to the point where his blood began to rush again. Suleiman raised his hand and noticed traces of her climax on his fingers. No wonder he felt the blood surge once more.

“This is the last time. Answer me properly.”

“…”

“Why do you pretend to be an emperor? Where is the real emperor?”

Margaret was still fixated on the emperor. Why? he wondered. What was so important about that? Suleiman spread his hand, covered in her evidence of climax. A sweet scent wafted from the sticky substance, resembling spider silk. He discreetly lifted his gaze to look at her. Still blushing around her cheeks, she urged him for an answer. Annoying. He just wanted to embrace her and finish what they had started earlier.

Suleiman extended his tongue, leisurely licking her essence off his fingers. It was sweet. And it excited him. Now, he wanted to insert not just his fingers but his manhood into her. However, she, standing confidently, didn’t seem willing to let it happen as smoothly as before. If he forced it, he might be able to satisfy his raging desire by letting it run wild.

!

However, she was Kadima, already mine. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to blend their bodies in pleasure, just like in the warehouse that day.

“Have you ever thought about pretending to be a commoner?” he asked.

“That’s impossible!”

She denied it instantly. Pfft… a dry laugh escaped him.

“As if you could be an emperor!”

Margaret asserted firmly, driving the point home. By now, even he was curious. Why did she think that way?

“I saw the emperor’s face! It wasn’t you.”

Margaret recounted the story of the emperor she had seen in the temple that day. Even though the distance was considerable, and the emperor hadn’t faced forward during the entire worship, Suleiman chuckled. It was a thought one might have when dealing with an ordinary person. But the person in front of him was Margaret. She always showed more than one could imagine.

“Ah, now I understand.”

Suleiman slowly rose from his seat. Passing by the tensed Margaret, he pulled one of the two hanging ropes connected to the small door leading to the bedroom. The door creaked open, and Altar leaped in.

“Your Majesty! Did you summon me?”

Entering the room briskly, he kneeled before the emperor, bowing his head in respect.

“Altar, raise your head.”

“Yes?”

Not understanding English, Altar looked at Suleiman, then turned his head as the emperor’s gaze directed. As soon as a hint of flesh color appeared in Altar’s vision, an overwhelming force struck him.

“Don’t stare too much.”

He barely suppressed a groan of embarrassment. It was unjust. Was it a crime for the emperor to turn his gaze in their direction? He hadn’t even registered what he had seen in his brain yet.

“Altar.”

It was a gentle tone. Suleiman, calling his name so kindly, was genuinely intimidating.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“What did you just see?”

“Didn’t you press your head before you saw anything?”

He shouted unfairly. Even if he had seen something, he had to say something to defend himself. Though he prepared his arms to shield against a possible attack, nothing flew his way.

“What about you?”

It wasn’t a question directed at him. Only then did Altar realize that the emperor’s gaze was on someone else.

‘Is it a Kadima sent by Prince Mustafa?’

After a moment of peculiar silence, Kadima replied, “I saw it, Your Majesty.” It was a polite tone. Suleiman, finding something amusing, chuckled softly. “Yeah, you saw it. You must have seen it clearly.” Suleiman continued to laugh, almost as if he weren’t concerned. Just as the emperor seemed to be raising his head in a slightly worried manner, strong hands pressed down on his head, as if waiting for it. ‘Ah, fortunately, Your Majesty hasn’t gone mad yet.’ Altar prostrated himself flat. In such situations, it was best to remain silent.

“What do you want to drink?”

“I-“

“It’s okay, Your Majesty.”

Ah, he wasn’t asking me. Somehow, it felt like a slap on the back of the head. Altar thought he should probably stop breathing.

“I’m thirsty.”

Chuut. Chuut. For a moment, Altar doubted his ears. What’s this sound? Goosebumps rose on his forearm. Is it possible that Your Majesty is, no way, no way.

“Have you changed your mind now, or should I-“

“Please give me coffee.”

“What’s your favorite snack?”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to eat mine?”

“Please give me cinnamon cookies.”

He hadn’t misheard. The always stoic emperor, who usually treated women like stones and despised the harem, was affectionately conversing with none other than Kadima. And it was the Kadima sent by Prince Mustafa!

Simply interrogate and send them away. Don’t bring anything into the room until I call for you.

The emperor, who spoke sternly, was a mysterious figure. The responding Kadima replied in a tense tone, but the emperor, who was usually icy, persistently chatted with her.

“You probably haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

He even bombarded her with questions that had nothing to do with interrogation. Truly, just as Altar was about to lift his head to confirm whether the emperor in front of him was the one he knew, a chilling voice echoed.

“I heard.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Bring coffee. And snacks. What did I say? Cinnamon cookies?”

Kadima muttered softly. Could that be true? No, surely not. Could anyone dare to insult Your Majesty? As the emperor continued to speak warmly, Altar felt a shiver down his spine.

“When you go out, close your eyes. And close your eyes when you come in.”

It was truly pitch black in front of his eyes.

On the tray that Altar had set down, there were various delectable snacks piled up like a mountain. From the cinnamon cookies requested by Margaret to a cake with layers of carefully stacked flour dough, filled with cheese and fruit, and a pudding made with melted sugar, various fruits, milk, and honey.

“There are things I didn’t ask for.”

“We made them in advance in the kitchen, thinking Your Majesty might want to indulge tonight.”

Poor Altar couldn’t even open his eyes as he shivered and responded. Margaret carefully examined Altar’s face. With a distinctive face, almond-colored skin, eyes that seemed almost the same whether open or closed, and pitch-black hair. It was the face of the emperor she had seen in the temple that day.

Even with his eyes closed, Altar skillfully navigated through obstacles like tables and long chairs, placing the tray precisely between Margaret and Suleiman. Not only that, but he also gracefully placed a pitcher of hot coffee next to the snacks without spilling a drop. By now, suspicions arose whether he was actually keeping his eyes closed.

“Stop looking.”

A large hand blocked her view. Suleiman, who had been behaving like a wild animal in heat, suddenly transformed back into the Ray she knew, with his immature and innocent expression.

“Altar, if you’ve made a lot in the kitchen, distribute it to everyone. Plans have changed. Tonight, I will stay in the harem for one night.”

After sighing inaudibly, Altar rubbed his head. He still had his eyes tightly closed as he left the room like a skilled acrobat. Only then did Suleiman remove the hand covering Margaret’s eyes. She still found it hard to believe, but she had to admit it.

Ray is Emperor Suleiman.

“Why did you appoint a proxy?”

“The eyes that see me are still impure.”

Without answering the question, Suleiman’s lips curled upward as if he were enjoying himself. After sighing silently, he poured coffee from the jug made of silver and gold. Margaret was initially taken aback by the sight of coffee filling her cup, but she calmly asked again.

“Do others also roam without attendants?”

“How did you manage to escape the harem? Is there a secret passage I don’t know about?”

Suleiman elegantly lifted his cup and sipped the coffee. His violet eyes sparkled playfully. Margaret couldn’t contain her frustration. The emperor was seemingly only saying what he wanted, completely ignoring her words.