The Emperor's Pleasure
The sounds of flesh slamming together echoed through the room, accompanied by the woman's high-pitched cries of ecstasy. The bed creaked and groaned with every powerful thrust, the sheets rustling loudly.
The air was thick with the musky, foul scent of sex, the result of hours of intense mating between man and woman. It wafted out into the hallway, unmistakable and obscene.
Scattered around the room were the woman's delicate undergarments and clothes, tossed carelessly like trash. The bed itself was a mess, soaked with a mixture of her juices and his cum, thoroughly soiled.
And on that very bed, writhing and moaning in pleasure, was the woman who had once been his beloved childhood friend, the one he had promised a lifetime of love to.
Despite the fact that they had painstakingly saved every coin from their hard labor to afford this small, precious nest just for the two of them...
Here he was, the man forbidden from entering the room of his beloved childhood friend, whom he had married at a young age after ten years of love, in return for the love she had shown him since childhood.
Outside the door stood the massive knights in their gleaming steel armor, wielding enormous swords that could easily cleave a human neck like a twig. They guarded the sole target of their protection: the devilish villain who was currently brutally raping his own wife in the room.
The Empire's highest-ranking priest and the worst traitor in history, who received treatment almost equal to that of the Empress herself. The National Saint, Martin.
I wanted nothing more than to burst through the door and tear him apart limb from limb.
My tears were drying up, replaced by the burning urge to draw blood.
"Hoooh♡ I don't want it, I don't want it♡ Jorge... please, please save me...!"
"Ah... it's tight. Your pussy is squeezing me so hard."
"Nngh?!♡ Ah, no...! Stop, please stop...! Ooh, ahh?!?!♡"
I had lost count of how many times he had come. It might have been over three hours already; time seemed to have stopped making sense.
One of the most disgusting and vile hobbies of that bastard was to leave the door slightly ajar so that he could watch the scene of him fucking the woman he was about to take, while her lover was forced to witness it.
With a gag in my mouth, grinding my teeth in frustration, all I could do was helplessly watch Mary being taken.
'Fuck... fuck...! Mary... why, why...!!'
"Ooh... ahh...♡ M-Martin...♡"
'Is that really how you look when you're enjoying it...!!'
Despite the desperate and pitiful situation, the Mary I knew from childhood, who was always bold and lively, was completely gone.
Instead, the woman with the face of a teasing female, clinging to his body with her legs and trembling in ecstasy alongside him, was what I saw.
My pants were about to burst from the sight of his massive erection bulging out.
A small amount of pre-cum was leaking from the tip.
"Huu... I didn't expect this. Is this your honeymoon? Your pussy is as tight as a virgin's."
"..."
"Ah, Mr. Jorge. You must have suffered a lot. I'll let you go now."
At those words, the guards immediately removed the gag from his mouth and cut the ropes binding his wrists.
"Sorry, did it hurt? I'll make it up to you handsomely."
"Why... why would you do something like this? What crime have we committed?"
"..."
When they heard me speaking rudely to the most powerful noble in the empire, who was beloved by the Empress and untouchable by any high official, the guards quietly raised their swords.
"No, no. Put it in. I'm fine."
""Yes, Your Holiness.""
"You asked why I was doing this, didn't you?"
He lowered his body, squatted down, knelt before me, and brought his face to my level.
Then he stared straight into my eyes.
The burning hatred I had felt just moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable sense of unease and fear.
"Um... there is one thing I need to correct. It seems you have a misunderstanding."
"..."
"I don't need a 'why' for my actions. I am the empire, and my actions are law and truth."
"..."
"Oh, and to add one more thing. Perhaps it's because my wife is too voluptuous? I've seen such full-breasted and wide-hipped women quite rarely lately."
Despite the fact that the wife I loved more than anyone else had just been raped and openly humiliated,
I couldn't even lift my head to respond.
The overwhelming difference in status.
He could cut my throat and throw my body in the street like garbage without ever being blamed for it.
"Well, I understand that feeling. It must be tough. But as I said earlier, I'll make it up to you handsomely. I don't like freebies."
After saying that, Martin snapped his fingers, and one of the guards placed a thick envelope in front of me with a thud.
When the envelope was opened, it revealed stacks of gold coins shining as brightly as the sunlight outside the window.
The money that Mary and I had toiled day and night for years to earn.
"If you think of me again sometime, feel free to drop by. My wife seems to really enjoy it. She likes it rough too. How hard she bites..."
"..."
"You'll be punished, you'll be punished. You'll have a hard time tonight?"
He pointed to the bright red hickeys on his shoulders and neck, mocking me openly.
The moans Mary was making were something I had never heard during our entire married life.
Up until now, the sweet, seductive moans she made during our intimate moments had all been acting, it seemed.
"Huu... Anyway, it's getting a bit tiring. Thank you for your hard work. I'll be going now."
""Yes.""
With that, the bastard left the room leisurely.
I sat there for a long time, staring blankly at the floor, then suddenly stood up with a heavy body and slowly opened the door.
What I saw was...
"Ooh♡ Ugh♡"
Mary, still lying on the bed, trembling violently.
On her massive, voluptuous breasts that friends had envied, there were handprints and bite marks from the man.
Her soft, chubby belly, which she had been complaining about gaining weight lately, was covered in cum.
From her pussy, cum was still leaking out, creating a puddle on the bed.
There was no part of her body that wasn't soiled.
Yet, despite all that...
What I couldn't bear to watch anymore was Mary's expression.
It was one of overwhelming pleasure, so intense that it completely covered her shame and humiliation.
She was breathing heavily, unaware that her husband had entered the room, and unconsciously brought her fingers to her pussy, as if comforting herself with the afterglow of the sex.
"Ooh♡ Oooh♡"
In my mind, the image of Mary's bright, smiling face remained. A warm smile that made the surroundings seem brighter.
But that image was shattered one by one.
With the sensation of my brain collapsing.
I immediately pulled down my pants, knelt on the floor, and sat down again.
Then I grabbed my throbbing erection and started stroking it.
Throughout the middle, I had seen that bastard's cock through the gap in the door.
It was much thicker and larger than mine.
The veins on the surface looked hard. The mark of a superior male that any ordinary man would feel inferior to.
Feelings of defeat, frustration, despair, and depression.
Mixed with all these emotions, I came to my senses and continued masturbating.
Mary still hadn't noticed that I was in the room. Whether her husband was masturbating obscenely in front of her or not, she was lost in the afterglow of the sex and comforting herself.
In the same space, the loving couple was masturbating for different reasons.
Throb-throb
Within minutes, the cum shot out.
It was different in density and quantity from the bastard's cum that had stirred inside Mary's pussy.
Humiliation. An overwhelming humiliation.
I jerked off painfully for a long time, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of something trapped inside.
Finally, when I came to my senses, I simply began cleaning the messy room silently.
After that day, my husband and I almost stopped talking to each other.
We sat at the same place every day and ate together, but we couldn't find anything to say.
Except for the few obligatory words we exchanged, we didn't even look each other in the face.
Although we couldn't erase the past by pretending it never happened, we all needed time to think. I decided to respect her.
However, after that, Mary would sometimes stare blankly out the window with a blissful expression.
* * *
"Haam... I must have used too much energy... I'm hungry, though."
This bastard's belly didn't have room to grow.
Perhaps because he had fucked so many women. He ate four or five meals a day and snacks with high sugar content, yet he didn't gain weight; instead, he seemed to be getting slimmer.
'It's been four years since I reincarnated into this shitty world.'
A legendary adult game with only NTR routes, no happy endings at all. At the same time, it was highly praised by some users for its female characters and story that were arousing.
I had reincarnated into the final boss of that game, Martin, who had the highest proportion of all bad endings.
At first, I didn't know the game's story, only that it was a very difficult game and that the reason was because of this bastard Martin.
I still didn't know why I had come here.
Anyway, I had reincarnated, and for a while I had been confused about my identity, but once I was sure that both were essentially me, I could accept it.
'Having the memories of that bastard Martin, and living my life, I feel that I am Martin. Yeah, I am a crazy bastard.'
Despite being just a priest, he lived in a huge palace with a private room, and all the people in the palace, excluding the guards, were women.
All of them were extremely beautiful and had outstanding figures. And there were many 'stolen' women as well.
Even the Emperor of this country, the highest dignity, Empress Christina de Valois and her relatives had already been turned into female traitors by Martin...
I never imagined that.
Anyway, despite the overly luxurious life, I was adapting smoothly.
Bringing dozens of the best women I could find in my previous life to the palace and having wild sex with the women I wanted every night was a life that any man would have thought about at some point.
In this world, I was something more than could be described by the word 'harem master'.
Because the Empress was deeply attached to me, pleasure was infinite while responsibility was as small as an ant's leg.
So, enjoying it was perhaps one of the most natural things to do.
After that, when I had a satisfying release, I returned to the palace in scholar mode.
"Your Holiness."
"Yes?"
...It was still a bit awkward using such speech patterns, since Martin was a character who used honorifics in the original work.
"His Majesty the Emperor has ordered that if His Holiness enters the palace, he should be summoned immediately."
"Ah... His Majesty the Emperor said that? I see. I'll go up right away."
Slap
"Haaah♡?!♡"
Grin,
The maid who was delivering the Emperor's message to me yelped as her butt was slapped.
Soon, the maid's expression changed lewdly, she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, closed her legs, and trembled.
I gave the maid a shallow glance and moved to the audience hall.
"Where... shall we go see our cheeky Empress? She must be very angry."