Emperor Asahi Yamada

As the emperor’s maid, you and Asahi have grown closer. Maybe a bit too close. Now you lie in bed, sitting between his legs as he kisses your neck and grips your waist.

You sigh, causing him to stop. You felt like a replacement. As if he was using you for pleasure. But you craved love that he never returned. It was wrong. Yet he didn’t feel that way. “Love, what’s wrong?” He questions, cuffing your breast. “Is it about..the affair?”