The Concubine Does Not Love the Emperor - Chapter 39

Summer was passing by. The sky was getting higher, the days were hot, and the mornings and evenings remained chilly. There wasn’t much change in the relationship between Suleiman and Margaret after their first intimate encounter. Using sacred duty as an excuse, Suleiman continued to invite Margaret to his chambers every day, where they would exchange kisses and intertwine their bodies. It was now common knowledge within the harem that the emperor had fallen deeply in love with Kadima, as Margaret was known.

The sounds of women’s moans echoed through the harem day and night. While their relationship was not entirely one-sided, Suleiman was always the one left restless. Margaret only sought physical pleasure and showed no personal interest in the emperor. She seemed more guarded than before.

To her, Suleiman was always “Your Majesty,” treated with respect and courtesy more than any other Kadima. This bothered Suleiman. He even went as far as to ask her to call out his name instead of the emperor’s during their intimate moments. Margaret didn’t refuse, but she didn’t call out his name either.

Persistently, Suleiman would ask her to call out his name whenever he felt the mood was right, even going as far as saying it was the emperor’s command. However, he was never successful.

There was one instance when Margaret couldn’t stand the persistent man any longer and asked him to stop, calling out his name. But the next day, she distanced herself again, addressing him coldly, “Did you call for me, Your Majesty?”

“Why are you so fixated on your name?” Margaret asked the man who had been persistent for some time now. The traces of their intimacy were all over the bed. There were times when she collapsed from exhaustion, but each encounter not only left scars but also strengthened her. She took better care of herself, ate well, slept well, and even did strength training on the days when she felt she had exhausted her strength.

“Because I like you. I want you to call out my name. Like that day,” Suleiman replied, lightly kissing her chest again. His body was now covered with marks from biting and sucking.

“That day…” It was the moment she thought she would return to Berthe. The moment she fully accepted Suleiman as a man and recognized herself as a woman. How could she go back to that day? “It won’t come back. I am Kadima.”

The man’s eyes glinted dangerously. It had been a long time. That kind of face… Sometimes, when she said something that turned him inside out, his purple eyes would flicker like that. And on those days, without fail, Suleiman would mercilessly possess her until she fainted.

“Spread your legs,” Margaret obediently spread her legs. It had been two months since the day the emperor promised. Over a fortnight had passed. She couldn’t know if he was following his plan. All Margaret had done in the past fortnight was to intertwine her body with his.

“You like my co*k too. You want to devour it, don’t you?” He spat out vulgar words without waiting for her answer. This time, it seemed like he had pressed the attack button in this direction. In a short time, Margaret thought she knew how to handle the emperor well. Since she had turned him inside out, she thought that if she reversed it, it would be over. She had failed several times and succeeded several times.

“Your Majesty, you shouldn’t use such vulgar language. Please maintain your dignity.”

“Vulgar words? Like what? Like saying I’m going to f*ck your holes?”

Margaret frowned. Such words didn’t suit Suleiman, who was as warm and bright as sunlight. She also didn’t like his crazed, manic gaze. The man chuckled softly and teased her genitals with his member, continuing to spew garbage from his mouth. It seemed he believed that these words would embarrass her. How naive.

She listened silently to his words. They were unfamiliar, and he kept repeating similar sentences using the same words. It was undoubtedly something he had picked up from somewhere. The only person she could think of who would say such things next to the emperor was… Altar.

His member entered her and thrust forcefully. Margaret raised her arms above her head and moaned freely. “Ah, hah, please, Your Majesty, harder. More.”

Suleiman’s eyes flickered for a moment. Margaret didn’t miss that subtle movement.

“Your Majesty, it’s too much now. Ah.”

The man’s movements slowed down. His eyes widened.

“Don’t stop f*cking me. Your Majesty.”

“You… you.”

Disappointment crept into his purple eyes. Margaret opened her mouth slightly, extended her tongue, and licked her lips.

“Your Majesty, your c*ck tastes delicious. Please, fck me harder. I want to swallow your cum with my p*ssy. Your cum tastes delicious. Your Majesty.”

The man’s slowed movements stopped. Margaret grabbed his shoulders and lifted her upper body, whispering persistently in his ear.

“Please look at my p*ssy, Your Majesty. It’s wet with desire for your c*ck. What if I stop? You have to f*ck me like a dog.”

“…”

“Is Your Majesty dead? Why no answer? Your Majesty! Your Majesty, your chest is so firm and elastic, I want to s*ck it. Can I s*ck your nipples?”

Margaret pressed her lips against Suleiman’s chest, stiff as a statue. When she bit his nipple, surprised Suleiman grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from him.

There was no trace of madness in his eyes when she looked at him again. However, Margaret continued to lay out vulgar words, enough to drive him insane a few more times. All the words she used were ones she had directly heard and learned from the knights. These raw, vivid words had a profound mental impact on Suleiman, who had grown up refined in the harem.

In the end, all the man could do was press his lips firmly against hers and in an almost inaudible voice, say, “Don’t.”

*****

The events of that day were quite shocking, as the emperor did not seek Margaret for about three days. She took the opportunity to give her tired body some rest. The Rem sisters diligently massaged her, applying oil to quickly fade any visible marks. Thanks to them, she could have a very pleasant and comfortable time.

When she was yawning and stretching after lunch, Mother Aldebaran sent for her. “Mother wants to see you.” The peaceful afternoon came to an end. The Rem sisters escorted Margaret to Mother with worried looks. Last time, her stipend had been reduced due to an inappropriate rumor. This time, there was no incident, so no one could guess why she was summoned, which made everyone anxious.

“How have you been?” Mother began to examine Margaret’s body, stripping off all her clothes. It had been three days since she last saw Suleiman. All the traces he left had faded or disappeared, and the ejaculations inside her had either been absorbed or excreted with urine.

“Hmm…” After thoroughly examining her body, Mother didn’t say anything and just sent her away. Well, she said one thing. “It’s fortunate that he embraced a woman.” That was all. Margaret scratched her head and left Mother’s palace. Was she tested to see if she was pregnant? It was unclear.

The way back to the harem was refreshing. The cosmos flowers planted along the road and the high, blue sky suddenly made her feel the approaching autumn. The sun was still hot, but the dry, cool breeze cooled her sweat.

“Oh? Isn’t that Lady Huram?”

A man with a cold gaze in the distance recognized her and approached. There was only one person who could dare to look at the face of the harem outside the palace.

Altar, the emperor’s only confidant and shadow. He was a man who couldn’t even touch the palace. He quickly approached, pretending to be familiar.

“I was on my way to find Lady Huram, as Her Majesty was looking for her.”

“It’s daytime?”

“Is it not morning?”

Margaret sighed, touching her forehead. It was a matter of course, but Altar was blindly loyal to the emperor.

“I’ll change and go.”

“You look beautiful as you are. Her Majesty will surely say so. By the way, seeing you come from Mother’s palace, I assume you were summoned.”

“…There was nothing specific. She just examined my body.”

“Good. That means Mother is starting to pay attention to Lady Huram because the emperor is interested.”

Altar was aware of the relationship between Margaret and Suleiman, even knowing about their secret pact. Altar was more proactive in keeping the promise. Margaret suddenly became curious.

“Why is it that even though Mother’s power is strong, Your Majesty can’t exert any power? I don’t understand that part.”

Glancing around, Altar whispered into her ear, “Most of the ministers are on Mother’s side. They are practically her puppets. But the bigger problem is the military.”

“The military?”

“Yes. I can’t go into details, but normally, no one except Your Majesty can have soldiers. However, Mother somehow managed to raise a private army. The numbers I’ve gathered are quite significant. The important question is, where is she hiding this army?”

“But Your Majesty has an army, don’t you?”

“Of course. However, if a civil war were to break out hastily, the provinces that have always been displeased with the young emperor would rebel at once. That would be the worst-case scenario.”

As Margaret listened to Altar, they had unknowingly arrived at her chambers. The guard, who was familiar with Margaret’s face, cleared the way without a word. She walked a few steps, then turned back. Altar was not following; he was standing in place.

“Aren’t you coming in with me?”

He grimaced, crossing his arms over his chest. “Even ants know the value of their lives. Do you think I have any desire to be with you? Even as a joke, don’t say we walked these halls alone. I want to live a long life.”

Margaret thought Altar was good at joking.