Chapter 829
Chapter 829
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 829
Chapter Title: The Tyrant for You
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“Your Majesty the Emperor! The mages from the Magic Tower and the Black Magic Society seek an audience!”
Onyx was stunned by the sight inside the Great Hall.
The vast Great Hall was filled with women.
At the center of the hall, dancing girls were performing. Nearly naked, they swayed to a slow, sultry tempo. Their movements emphasized shaking breasts, hips, and crotches. It looked like nothing more than a dance meant to seduce men.
Onyx could understand this much. Emperor Eugene Bellakaros, the usurper, was infamous as a tyrant with a notorious weakness for women.
But that wasn't all.
Along one wall of the Great Hall, women were bound in chains. Every one of them was a stunning beauty who could make anyone's eyes widen. Naked as they were, they made no attempt to cover themselves even under the gazes of the imperial guards and nobles.
Are they criminals? Some have mana restraints etched into their bodies. Mages... or perhaps witches.
He recalled that Emperor Eugene had declared a witch hunt across the entire empire. Capturing a single witch alive earned a bounty of 3,000 gold.
But there were rumors that you weren't supposed to violate a captured witch... Well, Emperor Eugene does have an excessive fondness for women.
And among the restrained women, there were a few who exuded nobility.
...Treating noble ladies like that? No wonder the Magic Tower Master fears the Emperor. He's a mad tyrant beyond my imagination.
As Onyx walked behind the imperial guard, he glanced at the opposite side. There were ornate sofas and tables, surrounded by more beauties.
These beauties, with their languid eyes, were mostly nobles. Not fully naked, but scantily clad all the same. Some lay sprawled on the floor as if dead to the world, while others shamelessly fingered their crotches in masturbation. Among them was a woman thrusting a phallic toy into her pussy.
Onyx caught a sour yet chilling scent wafting from that direction.
Having lived in the underworld as a crime lord, he knew the smell of drugs all too well.
Openly using narcotics banned by imperial law... Insane. Not that I, the Black Magic Society's leader, have room to talk, but how is the empire even functioning like this?
Onyx's mind raced. At this rate, the empire would collapse soon. Days of despair lay ahead for the empire. Aligning with the corrupt nobles could mean making a fortune.
...No. Even in this state, information from the palace reaching me has been scarce. Hard to believe, but the palace tightly controls all internal intel. A tyrant like him wouldn't... so there must be someone competent advising the Emperor.
The dancing girls at the center of the Great Hall stopped and dispersed the moment the imperial guard approached. Thanks to that, Onyx could finally see the throne at the far end.
The throne was empty.
Instead, beside it stood a massive bed. Around the bed, deranged beauties lay slumped as if passed out, while the Emperor was engaged in intercourse with a woman atop it.
Onyx instantly understood why the Emperor had summoned black mages like himself. The left side of the Emperor's body was blackened by a curse. It seemed suppressed by something, but it was slowly, steadily eating away at his flesh.
An extraordinary curse. I heard the great witch of Witch Island assaulted the capital and died by the Emperor's hand... Is this her parting curse?
Even under such a curse, the Emperor fucked on without a care. Perhaps thanks to the power of the Holy Grail he was said to possess.
The imperial guard knelt and prostrated at a distance from the Emperor. Onyx and the other black mages and Magic Tower mages followed suit.
“Your Majesty.”
“Perfect timing. Wait.”
The Emperor, thrusting from behind, began moving his hips even faster. Slap slap, squelch squelch.
Embarrassingly lewd sounds echoed.
“Haah, ah! Aaang!”
The woman cried out in ecstasy.
Onyx stole a sidelong glance at the coupling. The Emperor was impressive. His massive presence was breathtaking.
The woman being pounded like a bitch was incredibly beautiful. Flowing golden blonde hair, clear blue eyes, full red lips, snow-white skin like it had never seen the sun, bountiful breasts jiggling wildly with cherry-red nipples at the tips.
She looked young on the surface, but her aura was profoundly mature. Instinctively, Onyx guessed she was at least in her thirties. In this world, vibe was a better judge of age than appearances.
“Ahng, ahng, ang! Ah, no...! Not inside, please... Your Majesty...!”
“Shut up. You'll get pregnant with my child and bear it. Of course, your spawn will never sit on the throne, so don't even dream of it. Not that you'll birth a son anyway—probably another wench, ripe for me to fuck...”
“Hic, haak... guk, kuhk!”
The Emperor gripped the woman's nape and thrust deep. His body shuddered in pleasure. A flood of semen leaked from their joined pussy, dripping onto the floor. The woman arched back as if fainting.
...Wait. Golden blonde hair, blue eyes. The beauties passed out around the bed... They all seem familiar... Holy shit! That blonde is the late Emperor's Empress!
The late Emperor's Empress.
In other words, the Emperor's mother—by pedigree, at least, even if not by blood. Taboo was unfolding openly in the heart of the palace.
“Fuu. Decent pussy.”
Smack.
The Emperor slapped the fainted Empress's ass and stepped off the bed. He grabbed a chain he'd bound to the bed and yanked.
It was a leash. But not for a dog—it was on a human. A naked beauty with pale purple hair was dragged over by the collar. The Third Imperial Princess, Ophelia. She gazed at the Emperor with lifeless eyes.
“Heel, bitch.”
“Woof, woof...”
The princess crawled on the floor, barking feebly like a dog. The Emperor sat on the throne, and Ophelia naturally licked and took his cock into her mouth.
Slurrrp. Slurp. Smooch.
Vulgar sounds rang from the throne.
“Imperial guards, withdraw.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The guards left. Onyx tensed up. He knew the Emperor was no ordinary madman. From here on, he had to be extra careful.
“Rise, Black Magic Society Leader and Magic Tower Master.”
“Your grace humbles me.”
“...Your grace humbles me.”
Onyx mimicked Roderick. The Tower Master's response was curt. He'd drilled court etiquette to death, but the Emperor seemed unconcerned with formalities.
“Magic Tower Master. Do you know why I summoned black mages to the palace?”
“...I am ashamed.”
“Because you and that High Priestess bitch are incompetent.”
“But... but black mages are a line we cannot cross. Black magic draws from demonic power; they are blasphemers who betray all creation...”
“Too wordy. I summoned you to give you a chance. Lift the great witch's curse eating at my imperial body. Succeed, and I'll personally exterminate the black mages for you.”
Onyx felt the hairs on his body stand on end. So it was a trap.
“But fail, and you die. What's your choice?”
The Tower Master prostrated fully, forehead to the floor along with limbs.
“...Your Majesty. I... lack the ability to lift the great witch's curse.”
“Incompetent fool. You're alive only because of your witch detector invention.”
“I am ashamed...”
The Emperor's eyes turned to Onyx. Onyx couldn't meet them and lowered his head. Slurp. Smooch. He glimpsed the princess sucking the Emperor's cock. He looked down further.
“Black mage.”
“...Yes, Your Majesty.”
“I bear the great witch's curse. Lift it.”
What happens if he couldn't? No need to ask—the Emperor would kill him. Onyx steeled his mind. As a black mage, he'd faced death countless times and survived. He'd pull through this too.
Crisis is opportunity!
Seize this, earn the Emperor's favor, and black mages' status in the empire would change.
“Your Majesty, forgive me, but may I approach closely to examine your imperial body?”
“Permitted.”
Onyx cautiously neared the Emperor. Between the Emperor's legs, the princess wore a lewd, vulgar expression as she mouthed his cock.
He carefully avoided looking at her, focusing on the curse.
“...This curse... was activated by the great witch sacrificing her soul. A normal human wouldn't last ten seconds against its intensity, yet it's being suppressed by some power.”
“As expected of a curse expert. The suppression comes from my sword's ability, the Lake's Blessing. With it, no magic can touch me. But... the great witch's curse is different.”
“Even we black mages don't underestimate the great witch's curse prowess.”
“So you can't lift it?”
His voice was indifferent, laced with annoyance. Chills ran down Onyx's spine as he hurried to reply.
“N-no, Your Majesty. I can.”
“Instant answer? More competent than the Tower Master. Lift it. ...Wait.”
“...?”
The Emperor furrowed his brow. Onyx's heart sank, but the Emperor ignored him. He pressed the princess's head down hard, body shuddering. He'd ejaculated into her mouth.
“Gulp...! Nghlp.”
Gulp gulp. The princess swallowed massive loads, white semen dribbling from her nose instead of snot. But there was so much it overflowed. She pursed her lips, sucking the cock clean, devouring even the remnants in the urethra.
“Continue.”
For a moment, Onyx wondered if it was to the princess or himself. Conclusion: both. The princess rose, squatting over the Emperor. Squelch. Her pussy engulfed his cock.
“Haang... Ang... Aah...”
The princess rhythmically bounced her hips. Her ample breasts jiggled. The Emperor smirked, groping her tits and toying with her nipples.
“Hik...! Insolent! Ang!”
Onyx desperately averted his eyes from the princess. Staring longer would heat his loins. Such irreverence would not go unpunished by the tyrant.
“...This curse eating your left side contains the great witch's soul.”
“Oh? You can see souls too?”
“I am a black mage, Your Majesty.”
“Right. To wield magic over corpses and souls, you'd need to see them. I was briefly dense.”
Slap slap slap slap!
The princess's hips suddenly sped up.
“Hoot, hnggg... Aaaaaah!”
The princess screamed abruptly. Startled, Onyx glanced over instinctively. Her body convulsed as she lifted her ass high.
Pop. With an embarrassing sound, his cock slipped from her smooth, hairless pink pussy. Fluids gushed from her pussy, soiling the Emperor's cock and body.
Onyx was aghast.
Th-this crazy bitch! Pissing on the Emperor...! ...Not piss?
No imperial wrath came. The Emperor looked at the princess amusedly.
“Aang! Haang!”
The princess resumed moving her hips with a slutty, pleasure-drunk expression.
“...Your Majesty. I'd like to begin the lifting immediately, but I need preparations.”
“Preparations?”
“Black magic requires not just mana, but life force as well. Give me time, and I'll prepare sacrificial livestock.”
“Livestock... Aren't sentient lives like humans best for sacrifices?”
“True, but...”
Onyx trailed off, gauging the Emperor. He remained impassive.
“Imperial guard. Bring them.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The guard left the Great Hall. The Emperor yanked the princess's hair.
“Eek!”
Her sloppy face was revealed. Eyes half-rolled back, tongue lolling. Still gripped by her hair, she bounced her ass even faster. Slap slap slap. Pussy juices splattered onto Onyx's clothes.
“Kukuku. This bitch's pussy is top-notch, at least. Kukukuku.”