Return of Black Lotus system:Taming Cheating Male Leads

Chapter 200: Chapter-200

He looked at her with an innocent smile. ”Nothing, Your Majesty! I just said you’re so great and wise!”

Heena glared at him—a look that clearly said: ’Enough, or I will literally fry you in oil.’

She turned back to the Duchesses. ”Well, since you’re all here, you should go meet your sons.”

The women nodded quickly. ”Yes, we should. Definitely. Right now.”

They slowly stood and started to leave, but their eyes kept glancing back at Secretary Chen and Heena with expressions of absolute ’fascination’ and barely concealed gossip-hunger.

As soon as they left, Heena facepalmed and looked at Secretary Chen. ”Can you NOT do something that creates scandalous rumors?!”

Secretary Chen looked at her with exaggerated hurt. ”Your Majesty, ’I’m’ the one who should be pitied here!”

”Oh really? How so?”

He looked at her with tears gathering in his eyes, covering his face dramatically.

”You’re married SIX times! Six! But I—I’m still a literal unmarried person! And now those duchesses think we were doing... ’something’... under your desk! What will my future wife think when she hears these rumors?! Oh God! My reputation is ruined!”

Heena looked at him and genuinely wanted to shout: ’What idiot would marry you anyway?!’

But she controlled herself and just said tiredly, ”Fine. Just go do the work. And stop being so dramatic.”

Secretary Chen gathered the documents and left, still muttering about his destroyed reputation and how no woman would ever marry him now.

Heena sat alone in her office, shaking her head.

Outside, she could hear the Duchesses whispering excitedly to each other as they walked down the corridor:

”Did you ’see’ his face?!”

”Under the desk for ’half an hour’!”

”And his clothes were so messy—”

”The Empress has quite the stamina—”

”STOP TALKING!” Heena shouted through the door.

Giggling sounds echoed down the hallway.

Heena groaned and put her head in her hands.

’Three more days,’ she reminded herself. ’Just three more days and all of this will be finished.’

Though now she’d have to deal with rumors about herself and Secretary Chen.

’Perfect. Just perfect.’

The System materialized and looked at her sympathetically. ”Host... your reputation...”

”Don’t. Just... don’t.”

The System wisely remained silent.

But he was definitely laughing on the inside.

Soon Heena’s eyes fell on a door connected to her office—a door to the private chambers attached to her workspace. She realized she hadn’t entered that room yet since moving into this office after its renovated.

Deciding she needed rest, she walked toward the door to check if she could sleep there.

As she grabbed the door knob, she felt... a presence. Someone was inside.

She slowly pushed the door open, making sure it made no sound, moving carefully and quietly.

What she saw made her freeze.

It was Larus on the bed.

But that wasn’t the shocking part.

The shocking part was what he was ’doing’.

He was lying on the bed facing the sheets, his teeth gritted, his hips moving rhythmically as he stroked himself with desperate intensity. In his other hand was Heena’s old shirt—the one she’d worn yesterday—and he was pressing it against his face, inhaling deeply.

His face was flushed bright red, his breathing ragged, his movements becoming more urgent.

And because he wasn’t wearing any pants, his entire lower body was visible—including the way his muscles tensed and flexed with each movement, the way everything twitched and moved in rhythm.

Heena just stood at the door, watching.

She had to say: such a scene really made her mouth water.

Suddenly, Larus felt a gaze on him.

In a swift motion—despite his compromised position—he turned around and yanked the bedsheet up to cover his half-naked body. His eyes were cold and murderous as he looked at the intruder.

Only to be completely shocked when he realized it was ’Heena’ standing there.

Watching him.

With a ’smirk’.

His face turned even redder. He hadn’t even been able to sense her presence—just how formidable ’was’ she?

And he had never imagined being caught like ’this’.

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’’Two hours earlier, before Heena came to the office:’’

Larus had entered this room intending to clean it. He didn’t allow servants inside this private space—it was connected to Heena’s office and he wanted to maintain their privacy.

As he finished cleaning, he’d brought some of Heena’s clothes to hang in the wardrobe. As he was about to hang up a shirt, he paused.

Heena’s usual fragrance was still on the cloth.

That familiar scent—jasmine and something uniquely ’her’—hit him, and he became hard almost instantly.

It wasn’t entirely his fault. Since their marriage, they hadn’t had any real intimate time together. One crisis after another kept interrupting. Work just kept piling up.

He’d promised himself he’d stop after just one sniff. Just one moment to indulge.

But he’d underestimated himself.

Just from the scent of his wife’s shirt, he couldn’t control himself anymore.

Which led to the current situation.

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Heena looked at him with a slow, predatory smile as she walked toward him with deliberate, measured steps.

”Oh dear... sweetheart,” she said, her voice low and teasing, ”do you need help?”

Larus’s face turned even redder. ”I... I... I...”

He couldn’t form words.

Heena looked at his stammering and her expression became even more mischievous. She tilted her head with mock confusion.

”Oh my, is that my shirt?”

Larus froze. He lowered his head, his face becoming like a red tomato.

”What is this doing here?” Heena continued in that same innocent, confused tone. ”Oh, maybe a servant forgot it. It’s okay, I should just put it in the washing basket...”

With that, she leaned directly onto the bed and pulled the shirt from Larus’s hand.

Because he’d been gripping it so tightly, the sudden pull made him jerk forward in shock.

The bedsheet that had been covering the last bit of his dignity fell away completely.

His arousal—still very much standing at attention—was now completely exposed.

Heena looked at it with exaggerated amazement, then slowly looked up at Larus’s mortified face.

”Sweetheart,” she said, her voice taking on the tone of an elder looking at a mischievous child ready to be scolded, ”no matter how much I love you, that does ’not’ mean you can dirty the Empress’s shirt and her bed. Such bad manners.”

Larus’s face turned impossibly redder as he moved to cover himself with his hands.

But Heena grabbed his chin with one hand, forcing him to look at her.

”No, no, no,” she said firmly. ”You cannot just cover yourself and run from here. No matter that you’re the Emperor Consort—you still need to be punished for this behavior.”

Larus’s eyes went wide.

”P-punished?” he stammered.

Heena’s smile became wickedly playful.

”Of course. You made a mess. You took my clothes without permission. You were doing... ’this’... in the Empress’s private chambers.”

Heena walked to the side of the bed and pulled open the drawer, her eyes widening at the collection inside. It was a literal treasury of sex toys—polished steel, ridged glass, and pulsing crystal—perfectly maintained and organized .

”This butler is a god damn master,” she thought, a predatory smirk twitching on her lips .

]He knew exactly what she liked the most, and today, she was going to use every bit of it .