I woke up as the Villainous Empress

Zheng Liang's eyebrows shot up, the memory of that audacious promise he had made flashing in his mind — the vow he had voiced to make her beg for him after she had cheekily kicked him out of their chamber.

Chuckling at the realization that she hadn't forgotten his words, he quipped, "I always keep my promises. And about making you beg? Just wait and see."

With a sly grin, he shed the night robe draped over his shoulders and threw it on the floor, revealing his sculpted physique. The sight caused a warm flush to spread across Yang Ning's cheeks, her eyes widening slightly.

A rush of heat surged through Yang Ning. 'Has he always been this intoxicatingly seductive?' she pondered, her heart pounding audibly.

'Tonight... could it be THE night?'

Even as the mastermind behind this enchanting night, Yang Ning found her heart racing, her anticipation mingled with nervousness.

As the reality of the moment began to settle in, it felt almost dreamlike.

Seeing her widened eyes and staring at his body greedily, Zheng Liang teased, "If you appreciate this view so much, maybe I should forego clothing altogether when we're alone."

Refusing to be outdone, Yang Ning scoffed and met his gaze head-on, and retorted, "Well, if you're going that route, I might as well join you. We are husband and wife, after all. What's good for one should be good for both." Her tone was playful yet daring.

She meant her words only to tease him, without any hidden intentions. Yet, the deepening darkness and desire in Zheng Liang's eyes made her second-guess her playful comment.

'Did I push it too far?' she thought.

Attempting to clarify, she began, "I was only joking..." But before she could finish, he silenced her with an intense kiss.

With a brief pause, he smirked, his gaze holding an unmistakable predatory intent that made her heart race.

Whispering against her lips, he said, "If you were trying to rile me up, then well done." And with that, he deepened the kiss, drawing her impossibly close.

While his lips were on a feverish journey, his hands weren't idle. Every touch sent sparks along her skin, causing her to shudder in delight. Her once coy demeanor was now a passionate reflection of the emotions coursing through her.

With Zheng Liang's deliberate movements, he eased himself to the side, ensuring he didn't press too hard against her. His kisses left a trail from her lips, down to her collarbone, each one burning a path onto her fair skin.

Yang Ning's lacy upper robe was discarded and thrown onto the floor in seconds, revealing a silky nightgown that accentuated every curve.

Its allure was not lost on Zheng Liang; her appearance seemed deliberately tempting, driving his desire to new heights.

With every touch and glance, the intensity between them grew, and the room charged with palpable electricity.

The air was thick with tension and desire, more intense than the most stifling summer day. Though spring's chill lingered outside, there was no need for a fire in their chamber; their combined heat was more than enough.

Zheng Liang's lips moved fervently over her, marking her as his, while his hands explored the curves and contours of her body, going down inch by inch, making her shudder by his touch.

Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through Yang Ning, making her tremble.

She tilted her head back, eyes shut tight, and her toes curled, overwhelmed by sensations she had never felt before.

"Zheng Liang!" She cried, "I... this feeling, it feels strange," she murmured, breathlessly.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth ventured to the neckline of her nightgown, sucking on her perky nipples in between, making her moan in irresistible pleasure.

The thin fabric did little to muffle her reactions.

She was struggling while trying to understand these new emotions but she does not want them to end.

Not yet! She wanted more.

Noticing her heightened response, Zheng Liang paused, gazing deep into her eyes.

Zheng Liang gritted his teeth while looking at her flushed crimson face and the greedy look in her eyes was making him crazy. However, he didn't forget to fulfill his promise.

"You feel strange?" He teased with a playful grin, pinching her gently once again. "Why should I be concerned?" His feigned indifference, combined with his touch, drew a throaty groan from her, a mix of irritation and pleasure.

"Now, what do you mean by this attitude?" She furrowed her brows.

He grinned and looked at her flushed face with a smirk and said, "Well, if you say those magical words, I might consider pleasing you as you wish." He raised his brows.

She frowned and huffed because of his teasing and glared at him, "What word? Zheng Liang, you better don't play with me. Otherwise…. otherwise…I will kick you out of the chamber again." Yang Ning spat out frustratingly.

Zheng Liang raised his brows to see the feisty side of his wife which he had never seen before. She is strange but she has never openly and straightforwardly threatened him in such a dominating way.

Interesting!

Looks like they're finally getting close enough to see each other's true masks.

His lips curled in a pleased smirk, "If you do that, do you think I would leave quietly? You're forgetting that this is Dragon Pavilion, my territory. And no one can kick me out of my territory, unless I want to." He said while he provocatively pinched the other nipple as well, earning a sharp glare from her."You!"

"Fang Li, right? Admit that you want me, that you crave my touch. Plead with me, and I promise you'll feel the stars tonight. The choice is yours." He sat up, drawing her legs onto his lap, his fingers trailing a warm path upward, teasing her without pause.

Yang Ning clenched her teeth. As if his kisses weren't intense enough, his caresses now trailed her legs, spiraling down her thighs instead of moving upward.

Such a tease.

Taking a deep breath, her face flushed a deep red, she said with hesitance, "Alright. I... want you to touch me. Make me feel good. That's my order." She pursed her lips and looked away, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

Zheng Liang's eyebrows shot up in amused surprise. He chuckled softly and feigned innocence, "Hmm? What was that? I didn't catch it."

He was playing with her, acting as if he hadn't heard since her words weren't exactly what he was hoping for.

He wanted her to beg, yet she was ordering him. How tempting! His lips curled in teasing, enjoying the change in her expressions.

Yang Ning scoffed at his brazenness, turning her head away. She had already given him the words he wanted, yet he persisted in teasing her.

She was at her limit.

"Enough. I am not doing it anymore. I'm leaving." As she tried to rise in frustration, he abruptly pushed her back onto the bed, causing her to gasp in surprise.

Once again, she found herself on the bed, with him hovering above, his eyes alight with playful mischief.

"Who told you that you could leave?" he murmured, voice low. "You seemed so eager, almost to tears. It's only right for me, your husband, to oblige. If not me, then who will satisfy you?" As he spoke, his knee pressed between her legs, clouding her thoughts with a rush of sensation.

The intensity was beyond anything she had anticipated.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Zheng Liang swiftly tore away the carefully chosen nightgown, leaving her completely exposed.

Yang Ning's eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing? My gow—" Her protest was cut off by Zheng Liang's passionate kiss, his fingers expertly coaxing a moan from her.

The forgotten nightgown was the least of her concerns as the pace escalated. From the fervor of his kisses to the boldness of his touch, it all blurred into a whirl of sensation.

Overwhelmed, she cried out, his name a desperate plea, her fingers clutching at his hair for some semblance of grounding.

The night stretched on, their intimate dance evolving from playful teasing to the full consummation of their union.

All under the watchful eyes of the moon and stars, silent witnesses from the heavens.

They finally became one! Like a true husband and wife.