The Coronation of the Tyrant

Three months had passed since then.

The news that the Beastman Union had fallen spread across the entire world. It was a force so formidable that it was said even the mighty Nechia Kingdom would have to prepare for massive casualties if they intended to conquer it. Yet, it had been crushed by a pirate fleet known as Grid. The report that every beastman had been reduced to a slave of the pirate leader, Grid, was enough to shock everyone to their core.

Having cleared away the Beastman Union and seized their lands, Grid established an empire under the name ‘Desire.’ Naturally, not a single soul recognized the country Grid had founded. After all, it was a nation built by pirates. Who would acknowledge a country established by a heinous villain? They assumed a nation built by a cruel tyrant would collapse before long. Since it was a new state with weak defenses, they believed they could wipe it from history if they attacked now.

There were fools who harbored such delusions and attacked the Desire Empire. They were mostly lords from the Nechia Kingdom. Sometimes they lured adventurers to attack, sometimes they hired mercenaries, and sometimes they mobilized their own private armies. If it had been a country built by an idiot, it would have collapsed after a single raid.

Unfortunately for them, Grid—or rather, Kang-rim—was no idiot. He was a veteran who had enjoyed the game Grid. Being a veteran, he knew the weaknesses of his attackers all too well. He used this to bring the hammer of justice down upon those who looked down on his empire. He took their lands and their people, making them all his own.

Seeing this, people finally realized. The Desire Empire was no sandcastle built by a fool. They learned that it was not an opponent they could defeat just by fighting blindly. Those who deemed it unwise to provoke the empire ceased causing trouble. They didn't want to lose their own foundations by poking the hornet's nest. Instead, they kept a watchful eye, waiting for a chance to invade.

While they were keeping watch, a piece of news arrived.

Grid, who had been putting it off while laying the foundations of his nation, finally decided to hold the coronation.

"Hmm, not bad."

The man with black hair, scanning the clothes he was wearing, wore a look of great satisfaction. Just like his hair and eyes, the newly tailored outfit was a uniform made entirely of black. It was so neat that it couldn't even be compared to the old, tattered uniform he used to wear.

'Finally, I look like a human being.'

Grid, the villain aiming for world conquest, would have indulged in great luxury befitting his name. As a tyrant who made countless women his slaves, people would assume he did all sorts of ridiculous things. But that was a misconception. Grid didn't indulge in useless luxury. If he had, he would have wallpapered Kang-rim's room with gold and jewels immediately, rather than walking around in old rags.

Unlike the original Grid, Kang-rim knew the importance of clothing, so he invested generously in its production. He couldn't insist on wearing old clothes when he was, in name, an emperor. The uniform he was wearing now was one of those custom-made pieces.

'Me, an emperor? It’s truly mind-boggling.'

He had been nothing more than a corporate slave. Kang-rim never imagined he would rise in status like this. At first, he was filled with anxiety over possessing Grid's body, but that was a thing of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the past. He no longer had to worry or tremble in fear. He was an emperor now.

Kang-rim felt a fresh sense of emotion ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at the fact that he had risen to the pinnacle of power, a being who could do anything he pleased.

'Living in a house like this feels like a dream, too.'

The place Kang-rim was currently in was not the room Sua had lent him. He was in his own imperial palace on Fox Island, inside his private chambers. He was changing clothes for the important event today.

'And having the island itself as my home feels like a dream.'

He hadn't just built a castle. There was the inner wall built to protect the castle, the outer wall encircling the entire island, and the residential district nestled between the two. Fox Island had been reborn into a place befitting the capital of an empire.

'It was a good idea to get Levi's help.'

All of this was thanks to Levi, the former Queen of the Rabbit Kingdom. She had dispatched technicians to help construct the capital. Because of these technicians, Kang-rim was able to quickly transform the paradise of the Gumiho into his own. He didn't have to worry ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about the supply of materials, either. He could just use the ancient artifact that Akelon, the leader of the Turtle tribe, had offered. Kang-rim used it to create all the equipment and materials needed to build his paradise.

The same went for the labor needed for construction. Kang-rim solved the manpower problem by mobilizing the thousands of soldiers he had gained in exchange for joyfully mixing his body with women. Thanks to everyone's efforts, Kang-rim was able to obtain his paradise. Thanks to everyone's tributes, he was also able to obtain a neat uniform.

If there was one complaint...

'Do I have to wear black for the rest of my life?'

The problem was that all the new clothes given to Kang-rim were black uniforms. He had instructed his subordinates to make him clothes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠befitting an emperor of a new nation. Before long, they brought him the gift he had desired—hundreds of uniforms that could be replaced immediately, no matter how torn or dirty they got.

'Sigh, it's my fault for saying it wrong.'

It was entirely Kang-rim's responsibility. He had once said it didn't matter if they made dozens of the same outfit. He had said it because he didn't want to see them racking their brains trying to create a variety of styles, but he truly hadn't expected them to be so ignorant as to mass-produce only one kind. Could they be trying to mess with him on purpose?

Kang-rim turned his head to the side.

"Hey, Artria. You didn't choose this color for the uniform on purpose, did you?"

"I made it on purpose," the purple-haired secretary standing beside him replied immediately. She was wearing a formal uniform, as befitting a secretary.

"The Master we knew was someone who insisted on only one thing. We were simply reflecting the Master's tastes."

"I'm different from that guy, aren't I?"

"Even if you're different, Master is still Master," the secretary retorted. "No matter how much you deny it, the fact that you are Grid does not change."

"Even if it doesn't change, the clothes are a bit..."

"Then, please tell me what you want right now." Artria immediately took out her notebook and pen. "I will have hundreds of the clothes you desire produced immediately."

"..."

Why did she include the phrase 'hundreds or more' at the end of every sentence? Did that bastard Grid really ruin that many clothes? Just how roughly did he use his body to ruin so many? Kang-rim was genuinely curious.

"Ahem, more importantly, is the preparation for the coronation complete?"

"Yes, it is perfect," Artria answered confidently. "All the executives, as well as the people of the Holy Kingdom, are waiting for you to appear."

Today was the day of the coronation. It should have been held at the same time the national name was decided, but he had been too busy to find the time. He had been occupied with taming the occupied territories, processing captured prisoners into slaves, and dealing with the ants who dared to attack, claiming they would destroy the empire. With the interior finally stabilized and external invasions becoming sparse, Kang-rim decided to hold the coronation he had been putting off.

"Everyone has changed into the attire you desired."

"What about the citizens watching the coronation?"

"The same applies to them."

Artria and her friends had made full preparations to ensure the success of the once-in-a-lifetime coronation. All that remained was for Kang-rim to head to the announcement site.

"Don't you need to change, too? I'm sure I instructed everyone to wear that outfit..."

As a chaotic nation built by a chaotic villain, he intended to make the coronation chaotic as well. Kang-rim sincerely hoped that everyone would participate in the coronation wearing outfits that made it impossible to distinguish between a dress and lingerie. That way, the urge to ravish them right there on the spot would boil over. Kang-rim wanted to do more than just be appointed emperor. Even if it meant being cursed at for being a degenerate, he didn't care. Since he was already branded as the worst villain, he figured there would be no problem in going even further.

"Don't worry," Artria said, unbuttoning her top one by one. "I intend to change right here."

"Isn't that too bold?"

"Wasn't this what you wanted, Master?"

Artria took off her bra. As she did, her voluptuous breasts swayed heavily and popped out. "I understand that you enjoy playing with prisoners in this manner."

"Well, that's not wrong, but..."

"Compared to those wretches, am I not better?"

She took off her pants and her panties. Now completely naked, Artria reached for the bag she had placed aside. "There is no one else in this world who would take off their clothes for you like this, Mast—h-hiiiik?"

Artria couldn't finish her sentence.

"Yeah, yeah. There's no one else who devotes themselves to me like you do."

Kang-rim, who had approached at some point, was roughly kneading Artria's breasts with both hands. His crotch was bulging significantly, as if a large insect were trapped inside his pants. "So, can't I have a quick release here?"

Seeing this beautiful body made him want to thrust into her. He felt like he would go mad if he didn't. Since there was still some time left before the coronation began, it wouldn't matter.

"Yes, please do," Artria nodded. "This is also a mission I must fulfill as your secretary—aaaaah!"

Kang-rim thrust into her immediately.

"Huk, h-hiiiik, h-hiiiiiiik, h-hiiiiiiiiik!"

Only after he had ejaculated until her lower abdomen was visibly swollen did the two of them head to the place where the coronation would be held.