Gun, the empire's 6th prince, was confined to a detached palace after failing to elicit any reaction during his coming-of-age ceremony.

People mocked him as the disgrace of the imperial family, but in truth, what he had awakened was the off-spec ability [Imprint]—a power that overrules even divine authority.

"If you speak a lie to my question, you will go into heat."

"If you attempt physical contact without my permission, you will lose your mind to extreme pleasure."

A broken authority that carves absolute rules directly into the opponent's soul with just a single word.

From the executive of the dark cult who came to assassinate me,

to the imperial palace's strongest head maid devoid of all emotion,

to the arrogant 4th princess, and even the noble first princess of the elves.

Before the penalty of my imprint, these proud women cast aside their petty vanity,

ultimately corrupting into perfect bitches who crawl at my feet and wag their tails of their own accord.

"Haaang… Please, I beg you, please allow me to touch you…!"

Lying leisurely on the sofa, I crush the conspiracies of my enemies with ease,

bringing all the established powers that once looked down on me—and even the goddesses—to their knees before me.

The overwhelming, decadent territorial conquest of the 6th prince, the sole apex predator of this realm, begins now.