Chapter 857
Chapter 857
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 857
Chapter Title: 857. Tyrant for You
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Having returned to my original world, I set foot on the soil of the Mailroad Kingdom.
The Mailroad Kingdom was a land where over 90% of its territory consisted of mountains and forests. Some called it a nation that was nature itself.
'I have to agree. This place is basically one giant jungle.'
It was a jungle even more vast than the Amazon in the real world. One so dense that even an army would struggle to advance.
'Even when it bordered the continent, the Mailroad Kingdom was always isolationist.'
A kingdom of elves.
Its population was small compared to other nations, yet it was a superpower that even the Empire couldn't underestimate. The elves, who wielded the power of spirits, rivaled the Empire in culture, economy, and military might.
'Of course, that's the story without me around.'
I gazed straight ahead. Dense trees and vines blocked the way. It wasn't suitable for over 2.6 million Imperial troops to advance.
"Grand General."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Do you know where the capital of the Mailroad Kingdom is? Where their queen resides? All I see are trees."
"...I apologize, Your Majesty. Mailroad is under the protection of the forest, so it's impossible to locate from the outside."
"It's not the forest's protection. It's the Earth Mother God's."
"I believe so as well."
Before coming here, I'd captured an elf and tortured them for information on the Mailroad Kingdom. But the gains were minimal. Even the elves didn't know much. What they said was all much the same.
'Those without permission wander the forest forever...'
I thought for a moment, then made my decision.
If there's no path, make one. I had mages at my disposal, and 3 million—no, about 200,000 died crossing the bridge, so 2.8 million troops.
"Grand General. We won't advance like this. Burn the forest."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Lutheon ordered the battle mages to set the forest ablaze. Rain and wind fell, but the flames conjured by magic roared to life. The fire spread rapidly, black smoke billowing as the surrounding area burned.
Then, a tree engulfed in flames uprooted itself. It lumbered toward the Imperial army, swinging its thick branches. The troops responded, but casualties were inevitable.
The blaze was halted.
"Burn it again."
The Imperial army diligently carried out my orders. Crimson flames surged through the forest once more. Again, trees moved to attack the troops.
"Monsters? No mana signature. Not spirits either—no spiritual presence."
"There are monsters that resemble trees, but not like that, Your Majesty. They're simply massive moving trees."
"The Earth Mother God's handiwork. What a nuisance."
I drew Arondite. Blue aura blade shimmered along the sword, growing enormous. I swung it toward the forest. Trees blocking the path were sliced by the aura blade and shattered by the shockwave.
Roughly 50 meters of path cleared.
'Not efficient.'
If I and the mages went all out, we could carve a path quickly. But the enemy hadn't shown themselves yet. Facing the Earth Mother God, I wanted to conserve strength.
"Keep burning it."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The Imperial army advanced slowly, torching the forest as they went.
Deep into the night.
The Imperial army halted and pitched tents for camp. Having crossed the bridge, there was no rush. Supplies were ample. They could advance steadily.
"Aang! Ah! More...! Thrust deeper into my pussy! Haaang!"
Morgana cried out lewdly. She was on all fours on the bed, and I gripped her ripe, plump ass, pounding into her from behind. Slap, slap. Her flesh crumpled against my lower abdomen.
"Hngh, huaaang!"
Her upper body collapsed onto the bed, her body convulsing. Her pussy clenched tightly. I didn't stop, driving my hips forward.
"Huuueeeh, aaaahhh!"
Morgana howled like a beast. I grabbed her collapsing ass to hold it steady. My own body shuddered as I exhaled. Everything inside me surged out. Pleasure raced up my spine, electrifying my brain.
Sex never got old, no matter how many times.
I looked down languidly. Morgana, drenched in sweat, lay basking in the afterglow, breathing heavily. The lamplight reflected off her smooth skin, making it glisten. As I slowly withdrew my cock, semen gushed out as if waiting.
"How about some anal this time."
I prodded the pink pucker just above. It was tightly shut, but yielded as I pressed. Just as I was about to go for full anal, something stirred in the shadows beneath the bed.
A dagger flew from the shadows. No sound, no sense of unease. A master assassin. But far too lacking to kill me.
I casually raised a hand and snatched the dagger midair.
"...!"
I felt bewildered eyes from behind. I slowly turned to confirm the assassin.
A female assassin cloaked in black garb and mask. Her womanly curves gave her away. Tall, with large breasts and hips. Her figure alone screamed top-tier beauty.
"Sent by the Mailroad Queen?"
"..."
"Heh. No need to speak. I know."
No fools in the Empire would dare assassinate me. They knew better than anyone it was pointless.
"...2. 1."
The assassin counted down—a signal. Hidden killers lunged from all sides. From the ground, even the ceiling. Every one a master assassin.
Their blades gleamed menacingly, coated in black poison. Laughable to me.
I sneered and unleashed telekinesis.
Time seemed to stop. Assassins falling from above, striking from behind, charging head-on—all froze like mannequins. Only their eyes could move.
I surveyed slowly. Thirteen assassins. Terror in their eyes.
'Ten men, three women.'
The best was the woman who'd thrown the dagger. Likely their leader.
'Kill the men.'
I pointed at a male assassin. An invisible force ripped his head off. Blood sprayed, but none touched me.
One by one, I slew them in various ways.
They couldn't resist. Too weak against my telekinesis.
Three female assassins left.
I pointed at the leader. Her silver-gray eyes widened.
"Heh."
Telekinesis again. Her clothes didn't shred—yet. Instead, her assassin garb tore away, leaving her stark naked.
I scanned her body from top to bottom.
"A dark elf."
White hair, coffee-brown skin that smelled of temptation. Perky breasts like water balloons, taut muscles sculpted like a statue. I flicked my fingers. She floated up, legs spreading toward me.
Her pubic hair matched her head—snowy white, stark against her dark skin.
Pussy and anus overall dark. I parted her labia. The inner flesh was vivid pink. No longer a virgin, regrettably.
I beckoned; she floated closer. I gripped my erect cock, aiming at her pussy.
"I didn't seal your mouth. Speak if you wish."
"...Do what you will. We stay silent."
No point prying for info.
Master assassins, trained against torture. Ordinary methods wouldn't work.
'Not that I plan to torture anyway.'
Kill the queen and Earth Mother God hiding somewhere in Mailroad, and it's done. No need for hassle.
"I'm inserting. The dark elf I tasted before had such a tight, chewy pussy. You're exceptional even among them—can't wait to feel it."
"..."
"You should stop."
As I moved to thrust, Morgana rose and grabbed my cock. It glanced off the dark elf's mound.
"Morgana. What is this?"
I glared. Legendary pussy or not, interrupting my fuck crossed the line.
"Calm down. I'm helping you. That pussy's coated in poison."
"Poison?"
Intrigued. I used telekinesis to spread her pussy wide. Elastic folds and cervix exposed.
"No poison visible."
"It's right there."
"Just wet. Love juices?"
"Curse poison. Made with curses, not magic—the lake's blessing won't trigger."
"Think such trivial poison can harm me?"
"Not ordinary curse poison. Elves sacrificed spirits for this special brew. Even you might struggle."
I stared into the dark elf's eyes. She looked panicked. It was curse poison, alright.
Squelch.
I plunged into her poisoned pussy.
"...Gasp!"
The impaled dark elf's eyes bulged; she swallowed hard. I groped her breasts—perfect handfuls. Black areolas, nipples erect. Unmatched elasticity.
Squelch. Squelch.
I pistoned leisurely. Morgana sighed beside us.
"I warned you. If you get cursed, not my fault."
Morgana flopped onto the bed, fingering magic to toy with another dark elf—stripping, prodding anus with a stick. Harmless fun, so I ignored it.
"So arrogant... Emperor, your guts will rot."
The silent dark elf smirked coldly. Sweat beaded on her; she controlled her breathing to stifle moans.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
But her pussy was honest. Sticky friction sounds with each thrust, juices drooling out.
"Definitely stings a bit."
The curse poison seeped in through my cock, prickling. But the sensation faded over time.
"Enjoy your leisure while it lasts, Emperor. Rape me all you want. It'll be your last pleasure."
"Why pretend? You already came once."
I mocked her. She was convinced the poison would kill me.
I'd worried a bit—Morgana's fussing. But I had Complete Recovery. Even dying once was fine.
'Curse poison can't harm me.'
Ten minutes passed.
Squelch, squelch, squish.
"Haa, haa, ngh... haa..."
The dark elf panted hotly. Our junction soaked in sticky fluids. Half-lidded eyes stared in disbelief.
"Impossible...! Why isn't the curse poison working?!"
"Pathetic. You thought this weak poison could kill me? I'd have died long ago."
"Made from five high-grade spirits... Should kill on contact!"
"Your mistake. To kill me, it'd need top-grade spirits."
I lay back on the bed.
The telekinetically held dark elf mounted me. Her legs lifted high past her head. Dark elves were incredibly flexible.
I'd planned telekinetic propeller sex for old times' sake, but her pose wasn't quite right.
I eyed her and muttered.
"...3. 2. 1. Go!"
Spinning like a top, she descended. Her rotating pussy struggled to engulf my cock. Intense friction.
"Aaaaaah!"
She screamed. The spinning made it hilarious.
"Heh heh heh."