The Empress was still in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the sudden appearance of an impostor within the harem. This impostor, who had managed to climb into her bed, was now lying on top of her—such an act was utterly unbefitting. As she was about to call for assistance, she felt an intrusion, only to realize it was the hand of Liu Hairui, who was now touching her in ways that left her unable to cry out for help. Overwhelmed, she found herself powerless to resist and fell back onto the bed, frowning and weakly admonishing, "You wretched servant, remove... your hand at once."
"Why should I remove it? Are you wanting the real thing?" Liu Hairui chuckled, seeing her not as the dignified Empress, but as his captive, a prize to be claimed.
"You, wretched servant, how could you be an impostor? This is intolerable. I, the palace, will have you executed," the Empress panted, biting her lip and shuddering with anger and disbelief. "You wretched servant, get out this instant."
"There's no need for such a commotion. It's not every day a real man keeps you company. Do you wish to spend your entire life within these palace walls, never knowing the taste of a man's touch?" Liu Hairui leered.
"You are too bold," the Empress's body felt limp as she lay on the bed, occasionally trying to lift her head to look at Liu Hairui, only to be overwhelmed by waves of pleasure that caused her to collapse once more.
"I'm about to become even more daring," as the Empress caught her breath, Liu Hairui undid his clothing and removed it in front of her. The Empress, thinking he had stopped, was about to reprimand him when she saw what he had revealed, and was stunned.
"Don't just stare, it will be yours soon," Liu Hairui quickly lifted the silk from the Empress's body and positioned himself between her legs, which had already fallen apart.
"What are you doing? I am the current Empress," after the initial shock, the Empress was both in awe of Liu Hairui's boldness and fearful of what he intended to do to her. As the mother of the nation, how could she allow such treatment?
"I am well aware that you are the current Empress, but I also know that you are the woman beneath me, my prey," Liu Hairui grinned, not rushing as he lay on top of the Empress, speaking with a smirk, "I know the loneliness you women in the harem face. After being favored by the Emperor, you never know when he might visit again. It must have been years since the Emperor has shown you favor. Just think of me as your Emperor."
"You are committing treason, a crime punishable by death," the Empress attempted to struggle, but inexplicably, she could muster no strength, as if her body was eagerly awaiting Liu Hairui's advance, a testament to the madness that can come from solitude.
"Do you not desire a man to attend to you?" With a few forceful rubs, the Empress was already overwhelmed, having not experienced a man's touch for so long. Upon contact, her body erupted like a volcano, igniting rapidly, and she couldn't help but moan. The overwhelming tide became the prelude to this moment, and at this point, the Empress disregarded her status, beginning to twist her body with vigor...