The Emperor Says, Hongryeon's Pussy Stirring is Second to None
Tanned skin healthily bronzed from battle, short-cropped black hair—Luis, the leader of Hongryeon, knelt before the emperor.
"I have a report to deliver."
"Can't it wait until later? I'm stressed from dealing with these idiotic nobles."
"It's about the spy we sent to the Magic Department Minister."
It was too intriguing a tale to brush off. Morris Dmitry. The name alone brought a chuckle.
I wonder how he toyed with the spy I sent.
Did he kill her? Or turn her into a raving lunatic with horrific torture? Or maybe brainwash her completely with magic to dig into me and Hongryeon's secrets?
Whatever it was, it would satisfy the emperor. That's the kind of man he was.
"What is it?"
I asked, anticipation bubbling up.
"She reports successfully infiltrating the mansion. Surveillance is underway, with further updates soon."
"Suc...cess...ful...ly?"
The emperor's brow furrowed, murderous intent flashing in those blue eyes.
"Dare you mock Us?"
His expression screamed disbelief at Luis's words.
"Why would I lie before the Sun? You heard correctly."
"Successfully surveilling Morris?"
"Yes."
For a moment, he glared at Luis with killing eyes, then fell silent.
"Strange. Most strange."
"What do you mean?"
"Morris Dmitry is the continent's greatest mage. And he missed a single spy's intrusion?"
The emperor's eyes curved into crescent moons.
"Do you truly believe that?"
"……."
Luis had no reply. The emperor's words rang partly true.
The empire's top combat mage. Specialized in battle or not, his magic prowess was unmatched.
"If I may be so bold, it's possible."
The agent she sent was that capable. A woman who could resist any seduction, endure any torture.
"Luis."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Do Hongryeon's assassins always swear loyalty to you?"
"They do."
"And if one betrayed you, how would you... educate her?"
"It has never happened. They undergo special training, surgery at headquarters, and mental conditioning. Elites among elites."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Indeed, you mentioned assassins' secret arts. Probably... that technique of yours that ensnares any woman?"
"……Yes."
"Lesbian sex, huh. Amusing."
The emperor laughed, unable to contain himself.
"Hongryeon's ancestral techniques must be worthless, then."
"I don't understand."
"Verify if your infiltrator has betrayed you. It's crucial."
"Understood."
The emperor gazed down at the prostrating Luis.
"Hongryeon's secret is women sharing intimacy. They call it 'stirring' in the back alleys, right?"
Tsk. It grated on him.
"Women exist to be conquered. Not to conquer each other. Don't you agree?"
"I don't understand."
"Even the woman who claimed countless Hongryeon agents will fawn like a bitch in heat under a man."
The emperor seized Luis's breast.
Luis showed no reaction.
"It won't work. As Hongryeon's leader, I've had surgeries to remove all pleasure nerves. If you desire a corpse-like woman, my body is yours."
"Is that right?"
Luis sensed the emperor's smile was more wicked than any other's.
"Fucking a corpse... I've wanted to try that sometime."
The emperor licked his lips and stripped Luis piece by piece.
"But you're still useful, so today I'll settle for this lifeless body. Show me that technique you used to satisfy those women."
In the audience chamber, the emperor's hands stripping and claiming Luis's body were rougher than any man's. No consideration whatsoever, yet Luis didn't flinch.
"Remember this. No woman leaves my grasp sane. Not even you."
She simply surrendered her body to his touch in silence.
Emir visited after a long while.
Clink.
I set down my cup.
"The weather's... nice today."
Emir tucked her hair behind her ear, forcing out the words.
A lily scent wafted from her locks.
"Is it?"
I glanced out the window.
Rumble! Rain poured, thunder cracking.
But I didn't correct her. I could see how much effort that one line took.
"New perfume?"
To ease the mood, I asked about the lily fragrance from her.
"Yes, the one you picked for me, Lord Morris."
"It suits the young lady well."
Short review done, I sipped my tea.
"R-really?"
Emir's ears flushed red. She cupped her cheeks with both hands.
I found the sight... adorable.
Good thing I cast the spell in advance.
I'd told her to notify me before coming—for this reason. Mental magic beforehand. Around her, my sense of self blurred, so I reinforced my mind on myself.
Without it, her actions just now might've made my head spin.
Oblivious to Morris's thoughts, Emir struggled to calm her pounding heart.
He said it suits me.
Morris had never been affectionate before. Except when he'd promised to pick perfume himself at the shop.
I sprayed it just right.
Long-overdue visit to Morris's mansion. As promised in Rolang, I'd sent word ahead.
How thrilled she'd been at permission to come.
What dress today?
Which earrings?
Will he dislike this color?
Endless worries. Fearing dry skin from lack of sleep, she'd gone to bed early.
Feels like the right choice.
Emir was pleased.
Then.
"Dessert is served."
Seria entered with a tray.
If not for this vixen...
Emir shot jealous glares.
She resented this maid who'd done what she couldn't in this house.
Slept under the same roof, shared meals, seen the minister's morning face every day, and...
Thoughts chained into midnight visions of Morris. In translucent silk underwear, elegantly tilting a wine glass.
That image made Emir's face burn.
Imagining him approaching her...
Kyahhh!
Forgetting her jealousy toward Seria, she swallowed a scream.
Wait.
She looked at Seria again.
She sees everything.
But no matter how Emir glared, Seria ignored her. Like a true maid. As if nobles were beneath response. Or deliberately dismissive.
The old Seria would've flipped the tray by now.
Emir was shocked by the change.
What the hell.
Perfect maid posture on the surface.
Morris seemed unfazed, accustomed to it.
What happened between them?
No way.
Emir's pleasant fantasies chilled her chest. Her heart raced for a different reason.
"Lord Morris."
"Something on your mind?"
"Have you... slept with that young lady—no, the maid?"
Morris looked at Seria, whom Emir pointed to.
Seria, arranging dessert, flinched at the words, hand trembling.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes. It does."
"If I said I did, would you end our engagement?"
"No. I can accept mistresses. But..."
"But?"
"It annoys me that I wasn't your first."
"I see."
"Yes."
I fell silent.
Telling me it's fine with teary eyes—what did she expect?
This body hated seeing her cry.
Her pout made my chest ache. The air grew heavy, like I was becoming someone else.
I couldn't chase her away.
I spoke with difficulty.
"Then let's say I haven't."
"R-really...?"
Emir nodded.
"Understood. We're not engaged yet, after all."
"Change the subject before you get gloomier."
I ate Seria's dessert and asked.
"I heard you've resumed training at the drill hall."
"Oh, you heard?"
"Why?"
"Well."
Emir glanced at Seria.
Seria's maid outfit clung more revealingly than her noble attire. Her voluptuous, smooth curves on full display.
Even as a lady, Seria's beauty and allure were famed.
Compared to that body, Emir's was lacking.
I train with the sword too... why's her figure better?
Body management. Admitting jealousy was embarrassing.
"Just... to get stronger."
"Stronger. Because of what I said?"
"Pardon?"
"In Rolang. That I hate forced glamour hiding frailty."
"Training suits you, but don't ruin your beauty overdoing it."
Forcing kind words to soothe her.
Exercising because of me?
A bit self-conscious, maybe.
Emir's lips curved up hearing it.
"Hehe, hi-hi. Hmph."
Sudden weird laugh.
"What's so funny?"
Nothing amusing.
"N-no, sorry. I lost composure for a moment. Just remembered that time and laughed."
Emir hid her mouth with a fan, composing herself.
What do I do? He called me beautiful! Kyaaah!
Morris's sudden compliment burned her face. Her prior annoyance and gloom lifted a bit.
"Don't overdo it. You don't look well."
"I'm fine. Really."
Silence briefly.
"Lord Morris, if it's alright, shall we go out together soon?"
"Where to?"
"For you, really. I heard you've been all work lately."
"I'll consider it."
"Yes."
Her bright expression melted my heart.
She's dangerous.
To Morris, she was like a drug. Addictive, inescapable. Best kept distant.
Yet again, I couldn't firmly refuse.
"Sure."
"Hah, hah."
Squelch, squelch.
Two women, stark naked, embraced and writhed together. Pussies grinding, slick sounds filling the air.
"Haa, Leader... feels so good. Too good."
"Here? Or here?"
Hongryeon's leader, Luis, stroked the blue-haired subordinate panting in her arms.
"There! Leader, haaah!"
The subordinate shuddered with a moist scream.
"Enough?"
"Ah, aaah..."
The subordinate convulsed on the bed like dancing.
Luis licked her spasming body with a scarlet tongue. Salty sweat from their acts.
Licking neck, collarbone, to perky breasts.
"Your weak spot, right?"
"Hyut!"
She lavished the crimson nipple.
Just before climax, she pulled away.
"Lea...der?"
"What did I say to do if you want to cum?"
"Aaah, Leader."
The subordinate's eyes lost focus.
This was Hongryeon's secret art. Fatal technique making ensnared, overwhelmed women obey only her words. Exclusive to women, Hongryeon's core.
"Lick my feet, you said."
"Yes. Your turn now."
The subordinate knelt slowly, licking Luis's toes.
Licking her body, she fingered her own pussy.
"Who said you could touch?"
"Sorry."
"Slowly."
The subordinate's tongue reached Luis's most intimate spot. Licking hidden clit amid folds, hands caressing ass and thighs gently.
"Good. Very good. You're doing well."
"Thank you, Leader."
Rewarding the devotion, Luis twisted her nipples hard.
"Aack!"
Pain mingled with intense pleasure; the subordinate climaxed.
Luis embraced her through the waves.
The warm yet stern gaze vanished.
"Cute."
Her eyes stayed cold.
With pleasure nerves deadened, Luis felt nothing from ticklish words or soft touches. To Hongryeon, this was professional duty, work.
Same with the emperor.
He even liked my corpse-like reactions.
An incomprehensible man.
Hongryeon's arts are flawless.
No longer worried about flawed technique, her cold eyes glared out the window.
At Morris Dmitry's mansion.
I need to meet Elise and confirm.