The Stand-In Empress's Wedding Night (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Why is this happening? It’s strange…
Emperor Rinel kissed me a few times, then tilted his head and muttered to himself.
Why are you doing this? What exactly is strange?
“……?!”
Startled by Emperor Rinel’s beautiful face drawing near, I unconsciously parted my lips.
I didn’t open my mouth to ask for a kiss, did I?
My lips were instantly engulfed between his.
Even as this exquisite young man shattered my reason, I couldn’t react at all.
My soul began to drift helplessly toward him, swept away by a blissful sensation.
It felt as if I were dancing to a sweet melody.
This moment was as dizzying as my entire life so far.
Every nerve cell seemed to awaken, my senses sharpening intensely.
But why is he so busy moving inside my lips—what is he trying to confirm?
I don’t know why Emperor Rinel is acting this way, but my own reaction could only be desperate.
Strangely, the searing pain consuming my entire body was fading.
Without thinking, I pulled him into my arms.
It was purely a survival instinct.
Our lips moved together forcefully.
Ironically, even though the attendants had left the bedroom, the kiss grew even more passionate.
“Hmm…”
Emperor Rinel broke the kiss first.
He looked genuinely surprised as he stared at me clinging to him.
I, too, was stunned by my own bold action.
But I couldn’t stop.
The coolness of his skin seeped into mine, filling me with an indescribable refreshment.
In contrast to his increasingly heated breaths, my own breathing grew steadily lighter.
If I wasn’t mistaken, a flush of vitality had also appeared on Emperor Rinel’s face.
Fine, I can understand that. But why is he glowing?
His face, once cold and pale, was now slightly reddened.
This man… something’s suspicious.
His neck, and both arms holding me, were taut with visible veins—as if a light pressure would make them burst.
Why is his face red?
Why is he continuously biting his lips?
Is he deliberately holding his breath?
There were only the two of us in the bedroom, yet Emperor Rinel’s performance was steadily escalating.
He kept tilting his head, then kissed me again.
This feeling is truly odd!
Right now, I felt as if some powerful force were pulling him toward me.
The moment I swallowed my saliva—
An unexpected event occurred.
My consciousness began to grow dizzy.
I felt as if I’d been severed from time and space, then returned.
When I regained my senses, my overheated body temperature had returned to normal.
It felt as though I’d been enveloped by an irresistible force.
“Why does my body react like this when touching the Empress? Why am I suddenly so warm?”
As Emperor Rinel questioned me, whispering into my ear, I wanted to ask him the same.
Why does my body feel so refreshingly cool whenever I touch you?
“…I didn’t mean for this to happen… not like this…”
Emperor Rinel whispered, his voice filled with regret and awkwardness.
I feel the same. How did we end up like this?
“I’m sorry. Truly. But, Empress…”
Struggling to speak, Emperor Rinel began to say something important, then clenched his teeth tightly in distress.
“Yes?”
“Ease… your grip.”
“Grip? What do you mean by grip?”
I asked in confusion, and he tapped my hand as if surrendering in a fight.
“If you don’t intend to crush my arms, loosen your hold…”
Only then did I realize I’d been gripping his arms like I was wringing out laundry.
“Oh, I’m sorry!”
I quickly pulled my hands away.
I must have held them so tightly—bright red handprints now marked both of his upper arms.
Emperor Rinel buried his face against my neck and calmed his breathing.
I wanted to ask, “Your Majesty, what were you trying to confirm earlier?”—but the awkward atmosphere left me speechless.
He held me for a long time without speaking.
The sound of our hearts—indistinguishable whose they were—thundered through my body.
Thump, thump—like two racehorses racing side by side.
After a while, he lifted his head and looked down at me.
I didn’t avert my gaze from his blue eyes.
Wherever I looked, it would feel awkward anyway.
Might as well stare at the very person who made me feel so strangely.
Seeing his restless expression, it suddenly clicked.
Ah, Your Majesty, Emperor of the Lapion Empire…
Was today truly your first night as well?
In the Shattonil Kingdom, romantic relationships after turning twenty are quite open.
I, of course, had been forced into a life like a sacred maiden due to circumstances, but I’d always secretly yearned for passion.
Yet why does this handsome man’s gaze remain so pure?
While unintentionally locked in a gaze with him, he suddenly kissed my eyelids.
For a moment, I thought he was trying to pluck out my eyeballs, so I squeezed my eyes shut as his lips approached.
Maybe he really did intend to.
After failing to pluck my eyes, he kissed my cheeks repeatedly, like a puppy.
Puppies are cute, at least.
This man’s breathing alone is dangerously… sexy.
Curious about his expression as he kissed my cheeks, I slowly opened my eyes.
Emperor Rinel had his eyes closed.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Even without seeing his eyes, his intense appearance was mesmerizing.
Without thinking, my hand rose to his noble face.
His skin, soft and smooth as silk, slipped beneath my fingers.
He opened his eyes and gave me a fleeting smile before returning to his usual expression.
Was that smile mocking?
“How dare you touch my noble, delicate face with your hands!”—was that what he meant?
Sweat droplets trickled shyly down Emperor Rinel’s face.
“What exactly are you?”
He said, gripping my chin with his hand.
Instantly, my heart lurched.
Had he begun to doubt my identity?
“I, I…”
“It wasn’t a question.”
At his words, I cautiously exhaled a sigh of relief.
“Then…”
“I couldn’t control it. Everything in my life has always been under control. But why—why—just now?”
Why couldn’t I stop?
He stared at me intently, as if demanding an answer.
“…”
Apparently, he hadn’t intended to ask my opinion—he shifted beside me and lay down.
After catching his breath, he glanced at me briefly.
I offered him a shy smile, and he suddenly pulled the blanket over my forehead.
“Eek, Your Majesty?!”
For a moment, I thought he was trying to suffocate me.
At my panicked voice, he chuckled softly and lowered the blanket back to my neck.
When I glanced sideways, he pretended not to notice my gaze and called out toward the bedroom door.
“Stian!”
As Emperor Rinel called his chief steward, the bedroom door opened immediately, and the attendants waiting outside entered the room.
[This is the timeline separator]The attendants circling the bedroom offered their congratulations without a hint of suspicion.
“Your Majesty, let us proceed with the final ritual.”
“Do so.”
The attendants began singing a harmonious chorus of the final blessing, affirming that we had truly become husband and wife.
The harmonies were not unpleasant to hear.
When the blessing song ended, the attendants bowed respectfully and exited the room in orderly fashion.
“May both of you have a comfortable first night.”
Hmph, how amusing.
These are the very people who made our first night the most uncomfortable—how can they say that?
[This is the timeline separator]Once again, only Emperor Rinel and I remained in the bedroom, surrounded by awkward silence.
We lay side by side, gazing up at the ceiling fresco depicting angelic children waving.
When Emperor Rinel stirred to sit up, I noticed his gaze falling on me and instinctively turned my body slightly away.
But as I turned, I realized I didn’t need to.
My burn scars were invisible—I was still under the effect of the magic potion.
I’d acted out of habit, forgetting the truth.
“Empress…”
His cold voice brushed against my back.
Each time he called me “Empress,” it felt as if I were wearing clothes that didn’t belong to me.
“Empress.”
He called again.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
I replied quietly.
“Don’t turn your back.”
“…Yes?”
His unexpected words made me turn back involuntarily.
“Don’t turn away first. Your back.”
“Oh, Your Majesty, I was just…”
“I know. I know what you’re self-conscious about.”
His gentle tone only made me more tense.
Hearing him say that, my stomach churned.
Emperor Rinel probably meant nothing by it, but it felt as if he knew my deepest shame—and I was embarrassed.
Yet the urge to turn my back to him vanished.
I’d always pretended not to care about others’ glances, but I didn’t truly believe it.
I desperately wanted to hide my burn scars—even a little more.
No one openly mocked me, but behind my back, everyone whispered.
I knew it well.
The hypocrisy of the nobility.
They acted kindly to my face, yet never truly tried to get close.
Some even circled me deliberately, as if to prove their own refined compassion and pity.
But not one among them had ever said my current self was acceptable.
My burn scars weren’t “fine”—they were pitiful, a mark separating me from them.
The silent glances and expressions of nobles who wished I’d just avoid their sight.
But now, Emperor Rinel was telling me not to turn my back on him.
This had never happened before.
Of course, he didn’t see my scars—but still, my chest swelled.
“Did you understand what I said?”
He asked again, sounding irritated.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“You answer quickly on other matters—why did you suddenly fall silent?”
He gave me a displeased glance, then suddenly made an “Ah” expression, as if realizing something.
Frowning, he sighed deeply, then spoke after a long pause.
“I only meant to pretend, but I went too far on my own… and now I’ve made a mess of things.”
“?”
“Earlier… yes. Let me apologize again.”
Emperor Rinel said to me with sincere politeness.
His gaze was so humbling I couldn’t help but sit up.
I pulled the fluffy blanket up to my chest and met his eyes.
He stared at my face for several seconds, cleared his throat, and spoke seriously.
“Hmm, the attendants are quick-witted and sharp-eyed.”
“Huh?”
“They probably sensed with their divine senses whether we were truly consummating our union or merely performing.”
“…Suddenly?”
“What?”
“Earlier, you clearly said the attendants were dull and weak in divine senses—that they wouldn’t even notice we were pretending, right?”
“…Did I say that?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. You said that exactly one minute before the attendants entered.”
“Perhaps I said that because I thought the Empress was too nervous…”
Emperor Rinel muttered, patting his neck as if making excuses.
And he truly looked apologetic.
Actually, there was no need.
He had removed the pain of being burned alive in fire—I wanted to say I owed him my life.
If he hadn’t done that, perhaps I would have…
“You don’t need to apologize. We’re already married.”
The words slipped out naturally, despite my role as a proxy Empress—and my conscience pricked my heart.
“It was warm.”
Emperor Rinel suddenly said.
That brief confession settled heavily in my chest.
“I’ve always been a winter person. But when I kissed the Empress, spring came for a moment. So I wanted to check again.”
“?”
He continued calmly.
“Whether it was an illusion—or if my body truly warmed up. But it wasn’t an illusion. My body grew as hot as midsummer.”
What on earth is he saying?
“You probably heard from Prince Tessler about my condition.”
When I stared blankly at his incomprehensible words, he chuckled.
“Prince Tessler didn’t even tell you this?”
Yes, that brat is a handsome jerk.
Since seeing your face, he no longer even looks handsome—he’s just a jerk.
“I’ve heard nothing from the prince.”
“This is why rumors say royal marriages are full of lies.”
“Was there something else I was supposed to hear?”
I asked calmly.
His lips, which had seemed reluctant to speak, moved again.
“I was in the final battle at the Valley of Death. There, I was ambushed by a sorcerer from the Southern Continent who controls Wyverns—and cursed.”
“A curse? What kind of…!”
At his mention of a curse, the area of my burn scars burned sharply.
I unconsciously placed my hand on the scars, then removed it.
His icy blue eyes, which had been watching me intently, answered.
“My body’s temperature is far lower than a normal person’s. That’s my curse. But when we unintentionally touched just now… it felt as if my frozen organs and viscera had thawed.”
I gasped in surprise.
His reaction was the opposite of mine.
My body, which had been burning as if engulfed in flames, had instantly cooled upon touching him!
Does our contact normalize our body temperatures?
I wanted to tell him I’d experienced something similar.
But I was only a proxy Empress—not his true wife—so I held my tongue.
“Were you surprised?”
“No. I’m glad Your Majesty felt some comfort.”
“That wasn’t just comfort—it’s inadequate to call it that.”
Emperor Rinel shook his head, speaking with certainty.
“I felt good. But I wonder… no, I’m worried—how did you feel?”
Looking at him, a shy boy cautiously watching my expression, I felt oddly more embarrassed.
Even his normally cold eyes, now flitting nervously, seemed slightly adorable.
“What? What did you say?”
So I pretended not to understand and asked him again.
“Oh, was that question too crude? The Empress understands.”
“Yes.”
I swallowed the laugh rising in my throat and nodded.
“This has never happened before.”
“…Yes?”
“Never. I said never.”
He emphasized his words, thinking I hadn’t heard.
I’d guessed—but hearing it from him directly was shocking.
“Your Majesty… today is truly your first time…?”
I asked outright, then immediately regretted it.
Sure enough, Emperor Rinel’s face twisted, his eyes narrowing as he stared piercingly at me.
“Why? Was the Empress not… inexperienced?”
His deep voice cut sharply.
“Or… am I not your ideal type, and that’s why it was unpleasant?”
Wait—wasn’t that exactly what I’d said last night?
Could it be!
A chilling feeling surged through me.
I asked him again, seeking confirmation.
“You mean I’m not your ideal type? What do you mean by that…?”
“It was our conversation last night. Don’t you remember?”
“!”
He gave me a chilling smile.
“Your Majesty… you remember last night…?”
“Yes,” Emperor Rinel said casually.
“And how could I forget meeting you in such a place?”
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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Lolll!! She truly has no filter, and she really does not like him/
Awww!! My heartt, they are so freakin cute together.
Ahhh, he really mentioned it!! He is not shy at all!