Director Morris, Starring Seria, Emperor as Sole Spectator: Even a Drop of Water Can Kill
“Why have you come without any notice, Your Majesty?”
“Haha, what notice do I need to visit the home of a close friend like you?”
The emperor burst into booming laughter. Knowing full well why he'd shown up, I could only smile back at him.
“Where is Seria?”
I'd figured he'd ask about her first.
“She's cleaning the bedroom at the moment.”
“Is that so?” The emperor kept his smile fixed on me, his eyes implying whether I understood his meaning.
“I'll have her ready shortly.”
“Ah, and one more thing.” As I bowed my head, the emperor asked, “They say the Minister of Magic can craft glass that lets you see one side but not the other. Is that true?”
“Yes, it is.”
The glass he meant was a magic mirror. One side reflected like a normal mirror, while the other allowed a clear view through—like transparent glass. A product of magical science.
“I'd like to borrow that mirror of yours for a bit.”
The reason was obvious. He didn't want to show his own disgraceful state, but he did want to watch Seria break.
“It's possible, but installation will take some time. Is that alright?”
“Of course.” The emperor's smile was more benevolent than ever.
“Then please wait in the drawing room for a moment.”
“Very well.”
As Sebastian escorted the emperor to the drawing room, I headed to the room where Seria was hiding.
“Haa, haa.”
Ragged breaths echoed inside.
“This is serious.”
I opened the door, and Seria looked up at me, sniffing the air.
“Master……”
Was it my imagination, or did hearts flicker in her pupils? She crawled toward me on all fours and clung to my leg.
“Master, my lower belly's burning hot.”
Just as she said, her body was scorching like fire.
“Please…… Master……”
She begged, hanging desperately from my leg. For a moment, I considered satisfying her while the emperor waited in the drawing room.
But with the curse of the yin gate fueling her lust, there wasn't enough time.
“Sorry, but I can't.” I sighed and continued. “Get ready. The emperor's here.”
“Pardon?”
She didn't grasp it right away and asked again.
“I said the emperor's here.”
Her face twisted in shock. Seria's mouth fell open as she stared up at me. The glazed look in her eyes sharpened.
“W-what should I do?”
“Don't worry. I'll handle everything.”
I stroked her head, infusing mana to calm her arousal. Her expression eased.
There's a way.
***
To install the magic mirror, I renovated two guest rooms. I demolished part of the connecting wall and embedded the mirror in the gap. One side mirrored the room perfectly; the other offered a clear view like transparent glass.
“Whew.”
Mana drain left me exhausted, my heart sinking. For an ordinary mage and workers, this would have been a week-long project.
But one hour sufficed for me.
“Impressive as always.”
The emperor admired the installed magic mirror.
“It reflects me like a massive mirror……”
Then, peering into the opposite room, he clicked his tongue in wonder.
“From here, it's completely transparent glass. So this is the magic mirror the minister invented.”
The emperor's laughing gaze shifted to Seria standing behind me.
“Seria, you're even more beautiful than usual today.”
He praised her appearance.
“I hear Duke Siegfried has lost his spirit and secluded himself. Seeing your face might revive him. Or perhaps he'd rage at the fact his daughter's become a sex slave?”
The emperor mentioned Duke Siegfried. As if he didn't know why the duke had secluded himself. His laughter was wicked.
“Shall we enter?”
I gestured to the room with the magic mirror to cut off further provocation of Seria.
“Of course. I'll watch from this room as you torment Seria.”
He grinned like a child brimming with anticipation.
The emperor entered the magic mirror room. Seria and I stepped into the opposite one.
“M-Master…… Do I just stand here?”
Seria fidgeted, glancing at me.
“Yes.”
Today, I'd torment her to the max. To keep the emperor's eyes glued to her. To prevent stray thoughts. And to stop Seria from doing anything foolish to me.
Riiip!
The mirror reflected me forcibly tearing Seria's clothes. Today, I'd go extra harsh.
“Kyaaak!”
Seria let out a shrill scream. She couldn't resist as I shredded her clothes mercilessly. Only after ripping away even her underwear covering her precious parts—
“Kuhk.”
She sniffled, hands covering her breasts and crotch. She stole glances at her reflection.
Her body trembled faintly.
“Oh? What kind of training today, Master?”
Clutching her chest in confusion, she looked up at me.
“Do I need to spell it out?”
I stepped closer. Sensing fear instinctively, Seria backed away—glancing at her reflection. Completely stripped and subdued by Morris.
The mirror amplified her shame.
“You're not getting excited just from being stripped, are you?”
No need for an answer; she writhed as if her lower body burned hotter.
“You've fallen completely. But today, I won't even give you time to feel pleasure.”
“W-wait, Master……”
I traced my hand through the air. Mana swirled, forming a blob of water—slightly larger than a fist.
Today's torture tool. Endless ways to kill or torment with mere drops of water.
Especially targeting mouth and nose. Deny breath, control it at will—that's mastery over life.
This tiny water showed the hierarchy. I held her life in my grasp. No escape. Break her will with overwhelming dominance.
That was today's lesson.
Did she sense it?
“W-wait, Master. This is……”
Seria spun desperately to flee, but no chance. The door was locked; nowhere to run.
The water surged, sealing her nose and mouth.
Bubble bubble.
“Mmph!”
She flailed, hands swiping to dislodge the water. Futile.
“Mmph!”
She thrashed limbs wildly. Face reddening from lack of air. Just before her eyes rolled back—
The water dispersed, granting breath.
“Haaah!”
Seria gulped air deeply. No long relief.
“Hmmmph!”
Bubble bubble.
Water sealed her again. Today, no restraints on her actions—just block nose and mouth with water.
Seria approached me, grabbing my leg in plea.
“Mmmph mmph!”
Water muffled her. Kneeling desperately, shouting—but sound unreachable.
“Sorry. We're just getting started.”
The water torture continued. Let her breathe on the verge of blackout, then seal again. Oxygen deprivation set in. Eyes glazed, gaze distant. Movements sluggish.
But one thing crystal clear: survival instinct.
Bubble bubble.
Each seal, she flailed apologies. No sound, but lip-reading sufficed.
Bubble bubble.
Her naked body writhed alluringly in struggle. Soft curves dancing bare. Desperate survival moves—so beautiful.
This should be enough.
I glanced beyond the mirror. Emperor's mana surged wildly—proof of his massive arousal.
His blazing eyes fixed on us, craving climax.
Is this really the novel's protagonist I used to like?
I hate it.
But to survive. To solidify my power.
I'll perform any act for you.
Until even you can't touch me.
Then this farce ends.
I vowed, staring at my reflection.
But not today.
I'll give you the climax you crave.
I mounted Seria. The magic water vanished; she gasped desperately.
“M-Master?”
Her dazed eyes looked up as I clamped her nose and mouth with my hand.
“Mmph!”
Tears welled; she stared in horror. Terror of death. Limbs thrashed violently.
I gazed down emotionlessly.
Seria struggled to escape me. Insufficient.
Simple truth: my strength superior, hers weak.
She understood her place perfectly.
Her struggles slowed, strength fading, eyes unfocusing.
As she went limp, losing consciousness—the emperor's raging aura calmed beyond the mirror.
I released her nose and mouth. Secretly cast healing magic on her.
“Haa, haa.”
Seria lay half-delirious, gulping air—fearing suffocation anew. Gravity heaved her exposed breasts up and down.
Bang! The door flew open.
“Kuhahaha! You're the best! How did you think of blocking her nose and mouth with water?! Truly…… ecstatic.”
The emperor's face was lost—mouth agape, flushed crimson, pupils dilated, shoulders heaving with ragged breaths. Pathetic, like he'd taken drugs.
“Good call leaving it to you. I hoped you'd fuck her today, but this was no letdown.”
Fuck her? Seria?
I eyed the emperor, gauging truth in his words.
No lie—he meant it.
“But it's a gift from Your Majesty. How could I presume to fuck her at will?”
“Kukuku, humble too. That's why I like you as minister. She's a lowly bitch without status—surely her master can do as he pleases?”
“……”
“But I want to be there the first time you take her.”
His eyes burned sincere. He craved witnessing Seria lose her first to me.
What if I told him she's no virgin?
Not foolish enough to voice it.
“Understood. Next visit, I'll prepare for that.”
“I'll look forward to it.”
The emperor glanced at Seria, panting on the floor. He reached out—hand trembling, breaths heavier, pupils narrowing on her.
“Haa, haa.”
He clenched his fist.
“Almost slipped. Reaching for a subordinate's woman? How could I touch unripe fruit?”
“Is that so?”
“I'd love more of your show, but duties pile up. Such a pity.”
The emperor eyed me.
“Can you continue this at the palace? To relieve my work stress.”
“Impossible. Can't bring a statusless one into the palace.”
Empire law barred the existence-erased from the palace. Even the emperor couldn't easily defy it.
“Haa, my sole regret is erasing her status.”
He sighed.
“Can't delay duties for more here?”
I nodded.
“Her mind could break. Her unstable state requires caution.”
“If it breaks, you can rebuild her.”
“She'd change from before.”
“That'd be a problem. I don't want Seria Siegfried altered.”
He chuckled darkly.
“Pity. Truly.”
He eyed me briefly.
“Must head back. Oh, in two weeks, a harvest festival at the palace. You'll attend, of course?”
“The palace?”
“Yes. Palace party for the harvest. Inviting all nobles. Grace us.”
The last place I'd want to go: the palace. Mana rift crippled magic there. Where I felt powerless.
Oblivious, the emperor handed an invitation.
“Come. Expecting you. Need counsel too.”
“Counsel?”
“The empress. She's troubling me lately.”
“I see.”
“Never wanted to air imperial family matters, but you might fix it.”
“Understood.”
I bowed.
“Delightful. Truly. Next time, something more intense.”
The emperor departed. After seeing him off the estate, I returned to the room and checked collapsed Seria.
Snap!
The perception-blocking spell lifted; her form shifted gradually. Platinum blonde, pale purple eyes. A woman resembling Seria more than anyone.
Lilith.
I'd knocked out real Seria, cast perception block on Lilith to mimic Seria. Similar looks minimized mana needed.
Had it been someone unrelated, the emperor would've noticed. He was mana-sensitive powerhouse.
“Whew, you alright?”
“Yes…… Master. So you'll reward me now?”
Before I answered—
Bam!
“Master!”
Seria burst in, glaring.
Ecstatic naked Lilith gazing at me. Me. Vanished emperor.
“Awake?”
She ignored, processing the scene.
While fooling emperor with Lilith, I'd slept real Seria to avoid detection. Spell wore off.
The yin gate curse lingers.
Her face flushed. Seria scanned room, repeating.
“How…… how……”
Her gaze held complex emotion.
Jealousy.
Jealous I kept her from emperor?
Impossible.
“As you know, emperor came. In your stead……”
But I couldn't finish.
Seria closed in, yanked my shirt, kissed me.
Stunned, eyes widened.
“What the—?”
“Why not me?”
“What?”
“Why use a substitute instead of me?”
“Look at your state. Think you could handle it?”
“I could! I know what he wants. Think I'm clueless?”
“……”
“I'm not stupid. Curse or not, I can endure that much.”
Seria glared jealously at Lilith.
“So don't use that woman as my stand-in.”
She kissed again. I saw it—the yin gate on her lower belly glowing.