Seducing the Tyrant Instead of My Favorite (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“How much did you drink? It feels like there’s a hole in my stomach. Ugh.”
My stomach churned, and my head throbbed as if it were splitting open.
I pulled the blanket over my head to block out the morning sun, but it was useless.
Along with the nausea, Nikolai’s words from last night came back to me.
“If you don’t want to end up in Ice Tower Prison for treason against the Emperor, accept this drink.”
“That’s an unusual way to threaten someone.”
“It’s an act of mercy.”
“And other options?”
“There are none. Only these two.”
“Why do you want to drink with me, of all people?”
“You don’t need to know why. Just choose—drink or prison.”
Just then, the royal guards placed their hands on their scabbards, so I had no choice but to take the champagne glass Nikolai offered.
Was it because it was top-quality champagne?
Or because I’d been reincarnated into Elizabeth, a notorious drinker?
The champagne tasted astonishingly delicious.
“I remember spinning around and falling over… and I think I might’ve thrown up too…”
I sniffed my nose.
Thankfully, I didn’t smell any vomit on myself.
“Someone must’ve washed me. What do I do with all this gratitude?”
“You should start by saying thank you.”
I jerked my head toward the familiar baritone voice that came from right beside me—the same voice I’d grown used to overnight.
Nikolai was sitting up on the vast bed.
“Your Majesty?!”
The silk blanket slid smoothly off his shoulders,
revealing his bare upper body.
His chest muscles were as firm as leather armor, and his abs were chiseled like fine sculpture—almost painful to look at.
It was a rare sight, yet every hair on my body stood on end.
“Why are you here, Your Majesty?”
“Is it strange for the Emperor to be in the imperial palace?”
I widened my eyes and looked around.
An enormous, majestic bed, a crystal chandelier, and masterpieces covering the entire ceiling met my gaze.
My mouth fell open at the opulence—several levels beyond even the famously lavish Emster mansion.
There was no mistaking it: this was the imperial palace, specifically the Emperor’s bedroom.
“Oh no, not another cliché! The heroine waking up in a strange bed next to a half-naked handsome man!”
With trembling hands, I lifted the blanket.
Thankfully, I wasn’t naked—but I couldn’t exactly relax either.
I was wearing a negligee as sheer as dragonfly wings.
I’d seen similar ones in Elizabeth’s dressing room, but never touched them because the designs were too risqué!
“Surely he didn’t change my clothes himself? He couldn’t have done it personally—there are plenty of maids…”
Rummaging through memories I’d thought were completely erased, I recalled a large, thick hand.
A man gently, almost reverently, brushing his fingers against me.
Through my blurry vision, I’d seen strands of black hair falling over his face and green eyes.
Also, his flushed cheeks and sensuous lips tightly pressed together from tension.
“Aaah…!”
Unlike my despair, Nikolai flashed a set of perfectly white, even teeth.
“No need to be embarrassed. We’ve already seen each other at our worst, haven’t we?”
“Since when have we been that close?”
“Since last night until this morning.”
“!”
“Changing a woman’s clothes turned out to be surprisingly difficult. But thanks to me, you slept soundly, didn’t you?”
Nikolai seemed genuinely cheerful.
If his gaze had been lecherous or greedy, I’d have been horrified—but his eyes sparkled with pure, innocent amusement.
It was still awkward, yet vastly different from his initial decadent, seductive impression.
“Why is he acting like this toward me?”
I was confused.
Nikolai himself had said he hadn’t been tempted by me.
Then why was he treating me so exceptionally?
Was he just a playboy who couldn’t resist any woman?
That didn’t seem right.
Nearly all my memories had returned.
Nikolai had only taken care of me while I was completely drunk—he hadn’t done anything else.
“I gulped it all down and passed out drunk. I wanted to live with dignity and virtue, yet here I am—waking up in the same bed as a man I just met, after even spending the night out!”
Ashamed by behavior no different from the original Elizabeth’s scandalous ways, I hung my head low.
Nikolai tossed out a careless remark.
“Don’t torment yourself. I was the one who offered the drink—I didn’t expect you’d get drunk on just three glasses of champagne.”
“……”
“I’ve ordered a carriage. Return to Emster Mansion.”
“Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty.”
“Be more careful next time.”
The word “next” squeezed my heart tight before releasing it.
I wanted to ask what exactly I should be careful about, but my lips felt glued together.
Suddenly, the fact that Nikolai and I were alone together in bed became unbearably embarrassing.
Unconsciously, my fingertips brushed my lips.
“Last night… I shared my first kiss with this man.”
Both cheeks flushed hotly.
The stranger’s touch remained on my lips like an indelible mark,
the warmth and breath still lingering.
Nikolai hadn’t gotten excited even after that sudden kiss.
He hadn’t taken advantage of me in my unconscious state.
And yet, he’d told me to be more careful next time.
The more I spoke with Nikolai, the more cracks appeared in his firmly established image as a Casanova tyrant.
“Maybe he’s actually a better person than in the original story. If he’s not truly a tyrant, perhaps Claudia won’t start a revolution? Could I avoid the guillotine ending without having to seduce him?”
Just as a flicker of goodwill bloomed into new hope, Nikolai twisted the corner of his mouth.
“Hurry your entry into the palace. I’ll prepare quarters for you in the harem.”
“What?”
“Why pretend you don’t remember? You were the one who proposed the game.”
“Game?”
“If you’re playing innocent, I won’t forgive you.”
Frowning, Nikolai leaned closer.
Facing his absurdly handsome face, my heart began pounding wildly.
I’d thought my memories had returned—but that was a mistake.
I couldn’t make sense of what this man was saying at all.
“I’ll add fraud to your charge of treason and exterminate not just your three clans—but your nine clans.”
His icy killing intent pierced through my entire body.
Nikolai was serious.
And he possessed the power to turn that seriousness into reality.
“He’s absolutely a tyrant! No matter how you look at it, he’s a tyrant!”
This wasn’t the time to worry about dignity or pride.
Before Nikolai could reveal his villainous nature, I clasped my hands together and pleaded.
“What safety did I promise that I’d commit fraud? It’s because I blacked out—no, my memory cut off—from the alcohol!”
“……”
“Please tell me what this game is about. Huh?”
He glared at me suspiciously, then spoke haughtily, as if bestowing a favor.
“It’s a game where whoever seduces the other first wins.”
“You’re saying I proposed such a ridiculous game?”
“With utter confidence.”
“That’s impossible!”
“I agreed—on the condition that you enter the palace.”
“You should’ve refused!”
“Why would I? I’m about to gain an amusing toy.”
Even in a class-based society, calling me a toy was going too far!
Was he really going to toy with my life for his own amusement?
Just as I bristled with anger, Nikolai lowered his voice.
“You vomited on the Emperor’s thigh and made him assist you with your bath. Did you really think it was free?”
A dark aura radiated from his entire body.
If I defied him, I might be executed without even a sound.
And Claudia hadn’t even appeared yet.
“I came to seduce him, but all I got was a mouthful of disappointment.”
I swallowed my tears of regret.
Nikolai handed me a sheet of high-quality paper.
The moment I took it, I sensed it wasn’t just an ordinary document.
It was a contract—and it contained words I didn’t want to believe.
1. Nikolai Rob Yevrei and Elizabeth Emster shall live together and attempt to seduce each other until a victor is decided.
2. Methods of seduction are unrestricted, except that violence, drugs, or any acts violating universal law are strictly prohibited.
3. Physical contact is not restricted.
4. The first to capture the other’s heart wins and may demand anything from the loser.
5. The loser must unconditionally obey the winner’s wishes and holds no right to refuse.
Nikolai smiled. His smile was no longer bright and boyish.
[This is the timeline separator]Nikolai watched Elizabeth’s reaction with quiet delight.
“Her complexion went from pale to white in an instant. Sometimes she’s shamelessly bold, other times she acts like a terrified hamster. But one thing hasn’t changed—she’s unbearably fragrant.”
He needed to determine whether Elizabeth’s sweet scent was temporary or not.
He wanted to understand why a human would emit the fragrance of cherry blossoms and sweetberries—and what the source of that scent truly was.
That was precisely why he’d personally cared for her.
Surprisingly, Elizabeth’s natural scent had continuously and effectively driven away the foul stench of the underworld flower.
Throughout the palace chambers she’d occupied overnight, all traces of that stench had vanished as if by magic.
Not even the finest perfumes, scented candles, or incense had achieved this before.
A mysterious and incomprehensible woman.
Nikolai drank in every detail of Elizabeth with his eyes, as if trying to absorb her entirely.
“She means so much to me that I’ll use this childish game as an excuse. I must keep her close—at least until her scent fades.”
Beyond that purpose, Elizabeth was worth keeping by his side.
For one, her expressions and reactions were refreshingly genuine.
Though utterly improper by court standards, she amused him in ways even he found surprising.
Had he already become intoxicated by her fragrance?
“This contract is invalid! It was clearly signed under duress while I was mentally and physically compromised!”
Elizabeth flared up.
Nikolai shook the contract.
Her small fingerprint fluttered like a greeting.
“Trying to backtrack before the ink’s even dry?”
“Do you have proof I proposed this seduction game?”
“Didn’t you yourself say ‘better dead than unconscious’? And that the palace was far safer than Emster Mansion?”
“……”
“Weren’t you the one who approached me first? Since we’re on the topic—why did you try to seduce me?”
“……”
“Did you want to become Empress, as the rumors say? Starting as a consort would be enough—so why refuse?”
Elizabeth’s dark eyes wavered.
Seeing her small, beak-like lips parting helplessly, it seemed she couldn’t think of a suitable excuse.
To Nikolai, Elizabeth’s true intentions mattered little.
She was simply useful—and intriguing. That was all.
He believed it would remain so, though matters between men and women were never easily guaranteed.
“The contract says we’ll live together—but it doesn’t say I’ll become Empress, does it?”
“If you wish to become a maid, I won’t stop you. You’ll just be doing menial chores among noble-born maids—but that’s none of my concern.”
“I heard you already have dozens of consorts, Your Majesty.”
“I don’t know the exact number. If you’re curious, enter the palace and count them yourself.”
Elizabeth’s lovely face twisted in distress.
Nikolai realized he’d teased her more than necessary.
He couldn’t understand why he kept feeling mischievous.
Though he had no experience with women or romance, Nikolai was the Emperor of a nation.
Even before his coronation, he’d learned discipline and patience.
To endure without growing numb, he’d shut out his senses.
He’d severed his emotions.
At some point, all human feelings—joy, sorrow, love, and anger—had become foreign to him.
He didn’t regret it.
The only thing weighing on his mind was the fact that he had to pass the cursed wolf to Crown Prince Franz.
“Six years have already passed since I began raising Pinch as my son. It’s hard to believe that little boy cradled in Laila’s arms is already ten.”
Nikolai held many secrets.
One of them was that Crown Prince Franz wasn’t his biological son.
Some doubted his lineage upon seeing Franz’s dazzling golden hair.
Anyone who spoke of it aloud was silenced.
Franz was someone Nikolai would protect with his life.
Because of Laila, who resembled a star—he’d made her a promise.
“This woman might help Franz and me. She could be our first and final hope.”
Nikolai had no intention of letting Elizabeth go.
Once the Emperor set his mind on something, she had no chance of escape.
“If you truly hate it, you may void the contract.”
“Really?”
Elizabeth’s face lit up as if resurrected from death.
Suddenly, anger surged within him.
“Crying about wanting to live, hating the guillotine—but remembering nothing at all.”
Last night, Elizabeth had clung to Nikolai, sobbing hot tears.
Nikolai didn’t know how to comfort a crying woman.
All he could do was hold her as she wailed like a lost child in a strange place.
At first, he’d thought she feared punishment for treason against the Emperor.
But that wasn’t it.
Elizabeth was gripped by the certainty that she would soon die—and that fear had tormented her for a long time.
“What could possibly frighten and sadden her so? She has stunning beauty and endless wealth.”
Even those who have everything sometimes need wine to cry.
Everyone carries sorrow that can’t be explained or understood.
Nikolai refused to make assumptions about Elizabeth’s heart.
He believed that, regardless of status, one should never presume to know another’s pain.
“Carefully review the contract’s termination clause.”
Nikolai flipped the document over.
Tiny print covered the back.
Elizabeth’s dark eyes widened like ripe grapes.
“If I unilaterally void it… you’ll confiscate all my assets and sell my entire family into slavery?!”
“You should’ve checked before stamping it. Though it’s too late now either way.”
“You deceitful man!”
“Mind your words, madam. Your husband is the Emperor.”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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What is this? Is there a system helping her? Douglas doesn’t seem kind to me; I think he’s hiding something.
What? He’s manipulating her completely to find the other artifacts? And what is this, Casanova? Why are you doing this to my dear Elizabeth?
Hahaha, yes, yes, well done Elizabeth! This rude Casanova must be disciplined.
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Claudia had disliked Nikolai for a very long time.
Hahaha, how disgusting! She’s been completely manipulated for their own interests. I think there’s a group trying to get rid of Elizabeth and the Emperor.
It was astonishing that such a small, delicate girl had developed a medicine eve
What kind of medicine is it? It’s making me more curious
Nikolai, dressed head to toe in black, glared at her with eyes as cold as ice.
Oh my God, the hero has arrived! Hahaha, thank God! Thank you, writer! 🥺🤭💗
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Miioo
Hahaha, poor Elizabeth! She was manipulated by that deceitful and fraudulent tyrant.