Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Switch
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I burst out of the bedroom and sprinted down the corridor. Walls adorned with gold, red carpets, expensive artworks placed here and there.
All of it now felt repulsive, like rotten fish guts. At the end of the corridor loomed a massive iron door.
The continental conference room that only recognized the emperor's fingerprint and magic power, also known as the Oath Room. A place I'd never entered even once during gameplay—and now here I was, using it right on the brink of death inside the game!
I pressed my palm to the door. A red light flashed, and the iron door slid open smoothly.
The inside was pitch black. A round table sat in the center of the room.
I took the head seat and placed my hand on the enormous crystal orb at the table's center. As I channeled magic power into it, the orb began to glow faintly.
'Summon.'
A command of just two syllables. Yet its impact would shake the entire continent.
The Oath of Submission that past emperors had forced upon the kings of neighboring realms. When I called a meeting, they had to log in on the spot, even if it meant jumping out of bed in the dead of night.
Of course, it only compelled attendance—nothing more. So all that came back my way were sneers and mockery.
Queen Helena had said, "Spare you? Considering the atrocities you've committed, even drawing and quartering wouldn't be enough!"
The king of a minor western realm had declared, "Long live Duke Karls! The tyrant must abdicate! Hahaha. Does that rile you up, Your Majesty? Tough luck—nothing to be done about it."
That humiliation surged up in me once more. But not this time. I had zero intention of begging for my life.
Whumm— Whumm—
Semitransparent, hologram-like images materialized in the air.
The first to connect was the bearded king of the north, King Gras. He gnawed on a chicken leg, glaring at me with utter dissatisfaction.
"Chomp chomp. What's the commotion in the middle of the night?"
Next came Elder Sage King Eldric of the eastern magic kingdom. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned.
"What nonsense are you about to spout now..."
Word of the emperor teetering on the edge must have spread far and wide—not a single one bothered with polite tones.
This foolish emperor I played was a textbook tyrant, utterly incompetent; the setting bible laid it all out.
And though I'd pieced it together from breaking the story's walls, how could I alone be oblivious to a rebellion every neighboring king knew about?
Anyway, I snorted as the kings' faces popped up one by one. I didn't summon you lot to gawk at your mugs. I had one goal.
At last, amid a flourish of ornate rose patterns, a red-haired woman appeared.
The queen of the southern great kingdom, the crimson beauty Helena.
She looked fresh from bed, clad in nothing but a thin silk gown. Tousled red locks cascaded over her shoulders, barely veiling her voluptuous cleavage.
Flawless pale skin, eyes arched in haughty elegance, crimson lips. The woman I could never claim, not even in the game.
"Batanias, I heard the news this afternoon—you must be in one hell of a mess right now, huh? Calling a meeting like this anyway? It's pissing me off."
Helena's irritated voice rang through the conference room.
She crossed her arms, parting the gown just enough to make her breasts stand out even more.
I swallowed hard. There it was. Exactly what I'd come to see. Before dying, I had to at least drink my fill of those massive tits—anything less would be too damn unfair.
"Hey, Your Imperial Majesty. Cat got your tongue? Gone mute or what?"
Helena scowled and shoved her face closer to the screen.
Her cleavage filled the display in glorious close-up.
The deep valley plunging from her collarbone, the soft-looking flesh, the faint outline of nipples pressing against the gown.
I undid my belt buckle.
"Crazy... what the hell are you doing?"
Gras dropped his chicken leg in horror. The other kings gaped, frozen solid. But I paid them no mind and yanked my pants down to my knees.
Then I pulled out my already rock-hard cock.
"Helena von Arius Roselia."
I murmured her full name.
"Wh-what? Have you lost your mind?"
Helena's eyes went wide. Her face flushed crimson with fluster.
But she couldn't log out of the meeting. Attendance itself was oath-bound.
As long as I didn't end it first, they all had to stay connected!
I blurted out in a frenzy.
"Spread that gown wider! I can't see shit!"
I wrapped my hand around my cock and began stroking slowly. Squelch, squelch. The obscene sounds reverberated through the silent room.
"Y-you fucking psycho pervert!"
Helena shrieked and fumbled to clutch her gown shut. But her panicked hands tangled, flinging it open even wider instead.
Bounce. Her heavy breasts swayed, searing into my eyes like slow motion.
"Nngh... yeah. Perfect. Fucking perfect."
I pumped my hand furiously, eyes locked on Helena's image.
Her look of contempt, lips quivering in shame, those ripe fruits dangling beneath. It all drove me insane.
Thud—!
A familiar noise echoed from beyond the conference room door.
"Batanias! Where the hell are you hiding?!"
Duke Karls' voice. Faster than I'd figured. This room was buried in the palace's deepest bowels—at least five minutes away, I'd thought.
Didn't matter. I was a dead man walking anyway.
I stroked faster, fixated on Helena's face, her tits burning in my mind.
"Helena, just once. Show me. I'm dying anyway. At least tell me your nipple color before I go."
"You lunatic! Die! Drop dead already!"
Helena bellowed. But she couldn't sever the link.
She knew the 'Forced Summon' oath trapped her until I cut it first.
Thud! Crunch!
The door began buckling. Karls' sword strikes hammered it.
"Show me! Come on, show me!"
No! Gotta finish before I die.
I bucked my hips, howling in desperation.
Boom!
The door exploded inward as Duke Karls charged in. His silver armor flashed. Soldiers swarmed behind him.
"Tyrant, your end has..."
Karls hoisted his sword high—then froze. His eyes locked on me, pants down and jerking off, and the floating, half-nude hologram of Queen Helena.
Silence.
Battle clamor vanished in an instant. Karls' pupils quaked like in an earthquake. The soldiers' jaws dropped; they turned to stone.
I didn't waste the opening—final sprint.
"Grrgh... cumming! Helena! All over you!"
Spurt—!
White ropes arced through the air toward her image—right onto her face, precisely.
Of course, a hologram couldn't be hit, but visually? Perfect bukkake.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Helena's scream hit as I crumpled to the floor, gasping for air.
Karls stared down blankly. His sword tip quivered faintly.
"You mad fuck... what the..."
Panting raggedly, I let out a bitter chuckle.
"See that? Pretty impressive, right?"
As my heaving breaths ebbed, a bizarre, crushing silence settled over the room.
The white splatter on the floor gleamed under the chandelier's light.
It stained the carpet in an alien blotch, proof that the frenzy here wasn't some hallucination.
A briny, night-bloom stench cloyed the dusty air.
Duke Karls' mithril blade hung frozen midair. The blue aura cloaking it flickered restlessly.
His gaze darted between my crotch, the floor's mess, and Queen Helena's hologram.
For a man steeped in chivalry and honor his whole life, the sight of a doomed emperor jerking off to a foreign queen's video feed—and climaxing no less—was light-years beyond grasp.
"…"
Even the soldiers arrayed behind him held their tongues. Eyes peering from beneath helmets shook with raw dismay.
Someone swallowed a fake cough; others stared at the floor, lost on where to look.
The bowstring-taut killing intent shriveled like a deflated balloon.
I tucked my spent cock back into my pants.
The ziiip of the zipper rang out deafeningly. Post-nut clarity crashed over me like a tsunami.
The dumbest stunt imaginable right before death. Guess this is it for real.
Then an unexpected screech pierced my eardrums.
"Hold it!!!"
The crystal orb's speaker screamed bloody murder. On-screen, Queen Helena huffed and puffed, shoulders heaving.
Her silk gown hung askew, heavy breaths making the tops of her full breasts jiggle lewdly.
Her scarlet-flushed face looked fit to burst with shame and fury.
"You pathetic sack of shit Batanias von Atria! You... you have to die by my hand! I won't let this outrage—this disgrace—slide and let you go out easy!"