Whip Torture is the Best Kind, After All
“Did I arrive too early?”
The emperor asked as she entered the mansion.
“I just couldn’t wait any longer. I came to your home without even telling you. That’s all right, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t stop the emperor from coming inside.
“It’s fine, Your Majesty.”
“Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease. By the way, where’s Seria?”
The emperor’s eyes darted around busily.
“There she is.”
She beamed brightly upon seeing Seria bowing her head in the mansion’s lobby.
“Morris, I haven’t eaten anything and came straight here, so I’m starving. Could we have a meal?”
“I’ll order the chef to prepare something.”
“Good. But for serving the meal... I’d like her to do it. That all right with you?”
The emperor pointed at Seria.
“I’m curious to see just how well you’ve trained her.”
“Understood. Seria.”
I crooked my finger to summon her.
She approached me without a word.
Seria was trembling violently.
With her head bowed deeply, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at the emperor’s face.
“Assist His Majesty with his meal.”
“......Understood.”
Seria’s head drooped even lower.
“Hm, that maid’s in rough shape.”
“My apologies. I’ll give her a quick lesson before I go. Why don’t you wait in the dining hall in the meantime?”
“Very well. Where is it?”
“Sebastian, please guide His Majesty.”
At my words, Sebastian bowed gracefully and led the emperor away.
Once I confirmed she was gone, I gently wrapped my arm around Seria’s shoulders.
If the whip is harsh, the basics of training demand a fitting carrot in return.
I spoke to Seria, who was shivering like a leaf.
“Seria, lift your head.”
No response.
Was she in a full panic?
The emperor’s sudden visit—the very culprit who’d stripped her of everything—would naturally terrify her.
I gathered mana and infused it into her body.
I could feel Seria’s subtle tremors gradually calming.
It was a basic cure spell to restore abnormal conditions.
“Can you hear me now?”
“M-Minister?”
“Don’t worry too much. The emperor didn’t come here to kill you.”
On the contrary, she’d be delighted that Seria was still alive.
“And if it gets too much, I’ll step in. So resist if you must, but don’t be afraid.”
“Understood.”
Seria nodded slowly.
“Good, you seem to get it. Now go.”
“......Yes.”
Seria’s expression had eased compared to before.
Her steps toward the dining hall even looked somewhat lighter.
“Training over already?”
“Yes, she’ll behave now.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
Soon enough, the food arrived.
Maid Ellis set trays before me, while Seria did the same for the emperor.
“Such smooth movements carrying those trays. Is it the lingering grace of a noble lady from her past?”
The emperor looked up at Seria as she served and remarked.
“I thought you’d suit a maid outfit perfectly, but I never imagined it’d fit you this well.”
“You overpraise me.”
“Back in the day, you would’ve grumbled and resisted me here. You’ve become so obedient, Seria Siegfried.”
Seria’s pupils shook violently at hearing her full name, which she’d thought forgotten.
Unable to respond, she glared at the emperor.
The emperor met her gaze with a smile.
To divert the emperor’s attention, I interjected.
“Such cruel jests, Your Majesty. Didn’t you yourself order the status execution of Seria Siegfried?”
“Haha, did I? I’ve got so much paperwork these days, it slipped my mind.”
The emperor’s lips curled slightly upward.
“Did I ever tell you about my first night with the empress?”
“Private matters of the imperial family are not to be discussed, per imperial law.”
“Feels like you shut me down with that excuse before too. That woman moaning and writhing under me in delight—she was exquisite. Just looking down at her was pure ecstasy. An unforgettable sight.”
The emperor spoke of past memories with a detached gaze.
Was that really the look of someone reminiscing about his beloved empress?
Finishing, he glanced sidelong at Seria.
Was he hoping to stir jealousy?
“It should’ve been your first night too, originally, Seria Siegfried. But that bitch was too arrogant. So I killed her.”
“Your Majesty.”
“What’s it matter? These maids don’t have ears anyway. They should pretend they heard nothing.”
The emperor turned to Seria.
“Right? Seria Siegfried? You’ve lost the mouth and ears you deserved too, haven’t you? All because that damned sly fox abandoned his own daughter.”
The emperor spat insults at the Siegfried family.
I glanced at Seria.
She clenched her fists as if she wanted to strike the emperor right then, biting her lip and barely holding back tears.
She glared at her with pure hatred.
The emperor, looking up into Seria’s eyes, grinned ear to ear.
“Ahh, Seria Siegfried. A pitiful woman consumed by her own beauty. That’s what I wanted to see—knowing your place, unable to act despite the humiliation.”
The emperor trailed a fingertip across Seria’s face.
“With no family to protect you, what can you even do?”
Clear pleasure lit the emperor’s face as she stroked Seria’s cheek.
“Kneel here and beg forgiveness now. Lick my feet like a dog, and maybe I’ll consider it.”
But Seria only glared, refusing to kneel.
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
She spat each word like it was poisoned, brimming with rage and hatred too intense to measure.
“Kukuku, yes. That’s it. The reason I once loved you—that noble stubbornness unbroken. Though watching you kneel would’ve been just as fun.”
“Your Majesty, enough now. Push her further, and my maid might make a mistake.”
I reined in the emperor.
I feared Seria might truly break if this continued.
The emperor, gazing up at Seria with fervent eyes, nodded.
“You’re right. Delicious meals should be savored slowly.”
She dabbed her mouth with a napkin.
“I’m full. Truly satisfying.”
She hadn’t touched the food.
Of course, no one thought she’d come here to eat.
“Morris.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Why don’t you make her kneel once?”
“Me, sire?”
“Yes. I want to hear Seria’s screams under your hand. Make her wail in agony, if you would. Personal taste, you see.”
“It’s not a pretty sight.”
“That’s what makes it good. I’ve been dying to see how you train her. Finally get a live show?”
I eyed the emperor for a moment.
She showed no intention of backing down.
“Sigh, very well. But if I think her body can’t take more, I’ll stop on my own.”
“I leave it entirely to you.”
“Understood. This way, then.”
Before leading the emperor, I called Sebastian.
“Sebastian.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Clean Seria thoroughly and bring her to the torture chamber.”
“Understood.”
“The whip?”
“Yes, a leather whip made of multiple bundles.”
“And what’s this at the end?”
“Blades. Tiny ones, smaller than fingernails, hanging from the leather tips. They’ll slice the victim’s skin on impact.”
“A tool for inflicting pain, then.”
“Exactly. Sometimes they even tear clothing.”
The emperor burst into laughter at that.
“Kuhahaha! What a exquisite tool. I want one too—possible?”
“Watch and decide. If you still want it then, it’s yours as a gift.”
As I introduced the tools for tormenting Seria, there came a knock.
Seria entered with Sebastian.
“Ho, Seria smells divine.”
“Special soap from the Dmitry household.”
“Fitting for a capable mage’s estate.”
Seria flinched at the grim torture chamber.
Rough stone walls, similar floor.
Dried blood crusted everywhere.
As Seria entered, the emperor took the ornate seat at the room’s far end.
A white marble chair, made for viewing the tormented.
Who knew it’d come in handy like this.
“Begin, then. Ignore me.”
“Understood.”
I told Seria,
“Stand against that wall.”
I pointed to the shackled manacles.
Lip bitten, she complied.
The emperor’s presence before her must have amplified her humiliation.
I bound her arms and legs in the manacles.
Clank.
Her limbs spread wide in a X.
No covering herself. No dodging attacks.
“Let’s begin.”
Today’s session was purely to inflict pain.
Nothing like our past bedroom play.
No affection from here on—just torment.
“Brace yourself.”
I swung the whip.
Snap!
“Kyaaak!”
The struck spot flushed red.
The sharp blades at the end scratched her pale skin.
Blood beaded up.
Whoosh!
The leather tore through air, echoing menacingly.
Snap!
“Kyaaak!”
The woman’s screams and impacts harmonized.
The leather whip left countless marks on Seria’s body.
Arms, legs, shoulders, torso.
Red welts everywhere.
And with each pass,
Riiip!
Her clothes tore.
The maid outfit’s shoulder ripped, sliding down.
Her right breast exposed.
No undergarments—bare, pink nipple prominent.
Snap!
Each whip strike made her breast jiggle.
The rippling bare flesh was mesmerizing.
Continued lashes shredded the fabric barely covering the other breast.
“Hahk, hahk.”
Seria shuddered, breathing ragged as she endured.
Lips clenched tight.
But her initial defiance was gone.
Helplessness crushed her entirely.
I can’t do anything.
At first, she’d resented Ryuclid.
Trembled at the cruelty that made her this way.
But no lingering love-like feelings remained.
Only fear.
She’d felt it at their first reunion here in the mansion.
Terrified.
Wanted to flee.
But her feet wouldn’t move.
As she shivered then,
Don’t worry.
Morris’s warm mana enveloping her fear came to mind.
Right. I have Morris.
But.
Will he protect me to the end?
No.
Will he even want to?
Like her father, abandoning kin for the family.
Morris would be no different, she thought.
Just like now, whipping me on the emperor’s orders.
She didn’t resent him for striking her.
The deepest resentment had come earlier.
Baekseol.
He’d slept with Baekseol, he said.
Seeing those two about to kiss in the office hurt more than these lashes.
Her body trembled in pain.
To forget it, perhaps, she let her mind wander with each strike.
Her head grew foggy.
Will Morris marry Baekseol?
To empire nobles, a night together meant eternity.
Sleeping and coupling was a lifelong vow.
But I slept with Morris too.
Because she was no longer noble?
Is that why?
Just something to enjoy and discard...
Nobles kept mistresses aplenty.
Even more raped maids.
To them, maids weren’t people.
Now she was one such maid.
The emperor’s visit made her feel it again.
As long as this man lived, no return to Siegfried.
Only here remains.
Cast out, her fate was obvious.
Even naive noble ladies knew life beyond these walls was brutal.
Thoughts chained endlessly.
Always centering on Morris.
Body torn hurt less than him abandoning her.
Snap!
The whip struck her breast.
Less than his impassive gaze.
Task performed without emotion.
From her chest’s depths, Seria unleashed a scream.
“Kyaaak!”
As if begging him to see her.
With that final cry, she exceeded her limit and lost consciousness.
I checked Seria’s fainted state.
Good.
Not critical.
Just asleep.
It worked.
I inhaled the floral scent wafting from her body.
That’s why I’d ordered Sebastian to bathe her.
Soap from pain-relieving herbs.
Prepped for eventualities like this—useful.
Of course, side effects too.
Encourages stray thoughts.
I didn’t know what ran through her mind while lashed.
But if it dulled the pain even slightly, fine.
“Your Majesty, how was it?”
I turned to the emperor, who’d watched from her seat.
Her eyes wide, breathing ragged.
“Hah, hah.”
Grip on the armrest whitened knuckles.
Eyes bloodshot, unblinking, body twitching faintly.
A sigh-like laugh escaped her half-open mouth.
“Perfect. Truly, you’re the best.”
The emperor cried out in a half-dazed voice.
No way.
My gaze dropped lower.
The emperor’s pants.
Wet.
Insane.
Ah, Seria. Seria.
How beautiful.
Body quivering with each whip strike.
The screams she let out then.
Her breathing growing ever rougher.
And those eyes, glaring resentfully at me and Morris.
Each sight made my heart race.
The arrogant woman backed by Siegfried power, who once pressured me.
The one I’d targeted endlessly before becoming emperor—now tormented by my most capable subordinate.
Morris was defiling Seria.
“Hahk, hahk.”
The sight of purity shattering.
How noble, how exquisite.
More than a diamond breaking.
More than first footsteps ruining virgin snow.
Her body and mind slowly crumbling—it was divine.
“Heh heh heh.”
Silly laughter leaked out.
I’d once thought to break her myself.
But smashing with my own hands lacked thrill.
I’d already done it.
Best leave it to the expert.
The emperor gazed down at Morris.
That utter detachment, no emotion even as he destroyed her.
Seria, trembling in agony, gradually dirtied, shone brighter in contrast.
Morris’s presence maximized her beauty now.
If it were some other guy?
I’d snap his neck.
But Morris was different.
The man I acknowledged.
“Hah, hah.”
Excitement swelled in my chest; my body shook.
Fists clenched, blood trickled from bitten lips.
I wouldn’t close my eyes—missed no frame, leaned forward for every detail.
“Kyaaak!”
The instant Seria screamed her last and blacked out.
I bulged my eyes.
Body jerked.
Intenser pleasure than ever surged.
Untouched, yet my member throbbed and released.
“Hah, hah.”
The emperor swallowed hard, gazing at Seria—the source of peak ecstasy.
Beautiful. Truly beautiful.