Chapter 835
Chapter 835
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 835
Chapter Title: Tyrant for You
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I yanked on the elf's pubic hair—or pussy hair for short.
"K-Kyaaah?!"
The startled elf trembled violently.
I grabbed her regular hair and her pussy hair, comparing them. The pussy hair was just a tad thicker. Their smoothness felt about the same.
'Pussy hair's tougher.'
A superstition about elf hair in this world came to mind. Elf hair was said to be mystical and elastic, capable of holding mana, which made it useful in all sorts of ways.
Most famously, they made bowstrings from it. They even wove handkerchiefs and clothes from elf hair, or so I'd heard. Studying pussy hair seemed plenty worthwhile.
I lifted up the pussy hair. I wanted to get a look at her pussy, but it was so long that it took forever to find.
'Tch. Hard to spot the pussy.'
I summoned an aura blade on my index finger and roughly chopped off the pussy hair. I split the cuttings evenly between Onyx, the black mage lord, and Odin, the magic tower master.
"Your Majesty?"
"This is…"
"Elf pussy hair. In my eyes, it'll be even more effective than regular elf hair. Look into it."
They immediately prostrated themselves before me and glared at each other. I'd unintentionally stoked the rivalry between the mages and black mages.
"Leave it to us, Your Majesty!"
"We'll deliver meaningful results."
I shoved my cock back into the elf's pussy.
"Magic tower master. The hair growth tonic you offered was excellent. Like the breast enlargement potion, supply it exclusively to me. I'll pay a fair price. It was worth it."
"I am eternally grateful for your imperial grace!"
Still, it wasn't as valuable as the breast enlargement potion. That one was legendary.
I took another dose of hair growth tonic from Odin and sprinkled it on the elf's armpits. Her 50cm underarm hair swayed luxuriantly. I cut some off and handed it to the mages.
"Investigate this too."
The mages hid their reluctance, bowed, and replied. Once they withdrew, the next person approached.
"Your Majesty, it is an honor to have this audience."
"You are…"
He was a man with red hair and copper skin. Broad shoulders and sharp features. A handsome guy.
"I am Marquis Yorhan Melcos, in charge of the empire's seas."
"So you're the admiral."
"I spend most of my time at sea, so I'm only now able to pay my respects."
Admiral Yorhan of the empire. He was handsome and, unusually for his rank, in his mid-to-late twenties.
Handsome and holding a high position beyond his years.
He was one of the original story's sub-male leads. Though his role wasn't huge compared to the others. He showed up briefly to shake up the heroine, then later became her ally, supporting her in every way.
"Yes. You've done well."
I'd been nonchalant, but my eyes suddenly widened. A few servants had hauled in a massive tank. Inside swam a woman with long orange hair. Human from the waist up, complete with tits, but a fish's body below.
A mermaid.
"A mermaid tribe member I caught personally for Your Majesty. We caught twenty originally, but this was the only one worthy of your eyes."
"…She's stunning."
I kept pounding the elf's pussy with my cock.
In this world, mermaids were rarer than elves. Elves had their own nation, and you saw them around the empire now and then. Plenty traveled the continent as adventurers or tourists.
Mermaids, on the other hand, lived tribal lives. Scattered across the vast seas in small groups. Aside from sea monsters, they had no enemies, so they never felt the need for kingdoms.
I wasn't all that interested in mermaids because fish pussy wasn't my thing.
"Mermaids have a special trait."
"Special trait?"
"Yes. Allow me to demonstrate."
Yorhan ordered his servants to drag the mermaid from the tank. She just wore a sad expression. Then the servants dried her fish tail with towels. At some point, her lower half had turned into human legs.
Sleek, shapely legs and a pink, hairless tight pussy. I was stunned.
"Her lower half turns into human legs…?!"
"Without moisture, a mermaid's tail becomes human legs, entering a human state. In this form, she can accept human seed and get pregnant. However… she can't speak."
"Kukuku. Is that so? A fine gift! Admiral! Bring the mermaid to me!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
I touched the mermaid. She smelled of the sea and felt a bit cool, but otherwise just like a human. Her pussy was virgin tight. Her tits were B-cups, bigger than average.
"I'll have to build a lake in my garden. Kukuku."
A pool-sized one would be fun.
The nobles' gift barrage continued. Not one came empty-handed. They had to impress me at least a little to keep their houses alive.
"Your Majesty. I am Vermere Skellogg, head of the Vermere Merchant Guild."
A man with dark green hair and glasses prostrated himself before me. He looked impeccably neat.
He was another sub-male lead from the original. The Vermere Merchant Guild—the empire's richest, or so they said. In the story, they boasted the top fortune, but now they couldn't hold a candle to mine.
They'd been hit hard by my recent tax reforms.
He smiled before me, but inside, he probably wanted to tear me apart.
"As if I wouldn't know the head of the Vermere Guild. Fifty years ago, your grandfather founded it, and it became the empire's greatest. Quite the feat in just half a century."
"Compared to Your Majesty's achievements, it is nothing but shameful."
"And the women behind you?"
"Gifts for Your Majesty. Considering your tastes, I've brought thirty beauties, each with her own unique charm."
"Hoo."
I inspected the thirty women he'd brought. All gorgeous. Humans, dwarves, elves, harpies, witches, beastkin—diverse races.
"One catches my eye."
The thirty wore flashy dresses, makeup, and styled hair to look their best. But they all gave off an awkward vibe, like ill-fitting clothes.
Except one: a blonde with her hair pinned up. She exuded noble grace.
"As expected, your eyesight is impeccable. This woman is the daughter of a viscount from the Grand Kingdom."
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
A noble. From the Grand Kingdom, no less, which wasn't on good terms with the empire. The surrounding nobles buzzed.
"Interesting. How'd you acquire her?"
"It was five years ago."
Vermere began his tale. A true merchant—he had a knack for storytelling. The nobles got hooked on his thrilling yarn. In summary: a fraudulent trade deal.
I wasn't listening. I was too busy fucking the elf and mermaid pussies.
"And that's how it happened."
"I heard you out. I won't forget the viscount's gift."
Even the merchant withdrew.
Today alone, I'd received over two hundred beauties. Most virgins, which I loved.
'This banquet's getting stale.'
No one would complain if I left the throne now. They'd probably be thrilled without my uncomfortable presence.
"Grand Duke Raist enters!"
The servant's voice boomed. All eyes, including mine, turned to the entrance. The doors opened, and three figures entered.
At the center was the middle-aged Prinz Raist. Black hair, pale complexion. The current Grand Duke of Raist. In the original, he died of illness and passed the title to his son. His red eyes lacked luster.
He entered with feigned composure, but he couldn't fool my eyes. He'd die soon.
To Prinz's right stood his heir and son, Abel Raist. Glossy black hair, cold red eyes. Tall and muscular. Taciturn and blunt, he was a sub-male lead and the original hero's rival.
To Prinz's left was a stunning woman. Long silver hair cascading to her thighs, serene red eyes. She exuded icy elegance, fanning her face partially as she entered.
Ernel Raist.
Officially the continent's greatest beauty in the original. I'd dismissed her from the webtoon, but seeing her now, the title fit perfectly. If I'd known she was this gorgeous, I'd have fucked the north starting with her.
'…She reminds me of Yuria somehow.'
My gaze kept drifting to Ernel.
All three wore black. Prinz and Abel in uniforms, Ernel in a form-fitting black dress. The Raist house was famous for black attire—no surprise there.
They approached the throne and prostrated.
"The House of Raist greets His Imperial Majesty."
Prinz Raist spoke.
Until now, House Raist had stayed silent. They'd refused my invitations to the palace citing illness or northern monster surges. But they never rebelled. They accepted everything I demanded, even the 30% tax hike without protest.
"First time seeing you in person. You look truly unwell."
"Forgive my rudeness in not visiting…"
"You graced my birthday banquet, so you're forgiven. No gift?"
I stared openly at Ernel. She'd make a fine gift, but Prinz wouldn't offer his daughter.
Prinz had a servant carefully present a ornate box radiating magic. I ordered it opened. Inside was a fist-sized blue gem. I narrowed my eyes at it.
"I sense mana waves. Not a mana stone, though. What is it?"
"The heart of the Frost Worm that appeared in the north ten years ago."
Frost Worms. Two massive monsters that razed three villages and damaged a northern city.
'I know from the original. Abel ate one heart, gave the other to the heroine… Trying to impress me? Or protect Ernel Raist from me?'
I accepted it anyway. A Frost Worm heart was top-tier elixir. It boosted physical abilities and mana.
"Thank you. I'll treasure it. The man beside you—heir to House Raist?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. My sole successor."
"I am Abel Raist of House Raist."
"He's my son, but his talents are exceptional. As long as he lives, northern monsters won't threaten the empire."
I nodded. Abel was genuinely protagonist-level competent.
"The woman beside you—your daughter? They say Raist's lady is the north's top beauty. Seems true."
"…Yes. My daughter."
"Ernel Raist of House Raist."
Ernel met my gaze steadily without flinching. Poised. Most noble ladies averted their eyes, trembled, or even pissed themselves under my stare.
'If Abel's the hero's rival, Ernel's the heroine's.'
Ernel was a mid-story villainess who met a pathetic end. Incurring the tyrant's wrath, betrayed by her brother, exiled north. Powerless unlike him, she became monster fodder. Her corpse pieces scattered the snowfields.
"I'm tired. I'll retire. Enjoy the banquet at your leisure."
I rose from the throne and left the great hall. The prime minister hurried after me.
"Y-Your Majesty. Was the banquet not to your liking?"
"The banquet was splendid. Gifts too. Just got tedious."
Reading my mood, the relieved prime minister confirmed I wasn't upset.
"Prime minister."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Ernel Raist seemed like she had words for me. I'll meet her alone. Bring her later."
The prime minister's face stiffened.