The Foolish Mad Emperor (3)
Chuuup… Chuuup… Chuuup… Chuuup…
In a dimly lit room bathed in soft, hazy light—the emperor's bedroom. On the vast bed draped with a canopy at the far end, the emperor lay. Not alone, but with Mine Hwangnyeo, now reduced to his slave. Of course, the one present was merely a fake, a doppelganger crafted in her likeness by Mona—but the emperor, oblivious to this, had simply welcomed her into his bed as Mine.
"Mmm… Haa… Ah… Father… This is…"
"What's wrong, my daughter? Let's kiss a little more. It's just a kiss with your loving father."
"……Yes… My beloved father… My husband… My master…"
Churuup… Churuup, churuup, jurrup… Schluup… Chuuup…
Mine Hwangnyeo—or rather, the slave puppet perfectly mimicking her—obeyed the emperor's command, pressing her lips to his. The emperor had utterly shattered the stern dignity he'd displayed in the banquet hall moments ago, now reduced to the lecherous face of a lust-addled old man, kissing a doll that resembled his own daughter. In truth, those lips, the softness of her flesh, her body heat and scent—they were all several grades inferior to the real Mine Hwangnyeo's. Yet this "shadow puppet," a minion of the pureblood succubus Mona, read the emperor's desires and constantly adjusted its own state to satisfy him.
In other words, the "Mine puppet" here was little more than an illusion born from the emperor's own imagination. To a man like him, who had never tasted the real Mine's body, there was no way to discern the vast gap between this doll and the genuine article. It was a phantom of his own making, a dream fragment woven from his fantasies. A perfect deception from a succubus, the dream demon herself. If you don't know the real thing, you can't even recognize the fake. And this fake granted every wish, fulfilled every fantasy: becoming his slave, his toilet, doing anything he commanded, showing him reverence, elevating him while debasing herself to the lowest depths as a worthless, lewd sow.
A meat hole. A simple flesh toilet slave. The daughter who had once looked down on him so arrogantly, who earned the trust and praise of so many he coveted, like an untouchable statue. But now, she had become his possession alone. He had no desire to deny this reality that felt like the fulfillment of his dreams. He wouldn't even consider that the daughter before him was fake, a figment of his imagination. Of course, Mona's Illusion Spell also clouded his mind, preventing him from grasping the truth… but anyway.
"Haaah… Daughter, will you suck it now…? Like yesterday… With your breasts…"
"Yes, Father."
The emperor proudly lay back, exposing his rigidly erect cock, while the fake Mine approached his crotch, drool dripping from between her lips. She enveloped his shaft with her voluptuous breasts, so like her mother's.
"Beee…"
The fake Mine stuck out her tongue, letting saliva dribble down between her cleavage, slicking the cock nestled there. The clear, sweet-smelling drool flowed smoothly, and she rubbed her breasts together to coat his shaft completely.
"Ugh… Ahh… Good… So good, my daughter…! Better than your mother…"
"…An honor, Father."
With a seductive smile, the fake Mine spoke those words, then lightly licked the tip of the glans peeking from her soft cleavage. First with the tip of her tongue on the urethra, then wrapping around the head and nibbling gently with her lips in a teasing blowjob. Then back to pressing her breasts together, blissfully servicing the cock trapped between them.
"Grr… Ohhh…!"
Lewd. Lewd. Lewd. It felt so good, so ecstatic. The best part was seeing that arrogant daughter's face twisted into the utterly submissive expression of a bitch in heat. The vulgar face of a common whore. It proved she was no different from him, her father—just another human. It showed that his daughter, who always seemed so lofty and flawless, had weaknesses like anyone else. It brought him immense relief, immense joy.
—If I can't rise above others, I'll drag them down instead.
A pathetic mindset, to be sure, but for an emperor with no other means, it was his sole lifeline. A position unfit for one's abilities was nothing but torment…
"Father. Are you going to cum… inside my breasts…?"
"Yes, yes. Good girl…! I'll cum all over my daughter's tits…!"
The emperor nearly slipped into a melancholy akin to self-loathing, but the fake Mine's words snapped him back to blissful, dreamlike happiness. To the sticky-sweet, lust-drenched moment sweeter than honey.
"Grraaah… Ohhh…!"
Spurt… Spurt, spurt, spurt…!
From between her glossy, saliva-slicked cleavage—where his cock was half-buried—thick white semen erupted. Like a fountain, squirting up to defile her breasts, splattering across her beautiful face and the tops of her ample tits.
"Kyaa…♥"
The fake Mine, wearing Mine's face, expressed delight at the sensation of semen dirtying her features. At that expression, at the sight of her lovely face soiled with white, the emperor's chest burned with an uncontrollable dark crimson desire.
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The emperor continued devouring the fake Mine's body. After her breasts, he used her mouth and throat for another load, then her ever-ready anus—enchanted to be perpetually prepared—for yet another. Still unsatisfied, he commanded the fake Mine to get on all fours and present her ass.
The plump cheeks he'd groped and slapped raw during the anal pounding were flushed red, and she shook them teasingly before him, as if begging him to admire. The hole near her ass still quivered, remnants of his recent cum lingering inside.
Haa… Perfect… My cock's still raring to go. I could do five more rounds easy.
He'd indulged so sloppily yesterday, and already three times today. Yet his cock stood rock-hard. The reason lay in the special incantation etched at the base of his shaft and around his balls. Crafted by Mona and offered by Melrn Count, it stuck on like a sticker, granting potent virility enhancement. Trusting them, the emperor tried one—and so impressed by the results, he slapped another on his sack. Already fairly potent, he now boasted stamina surpassing any man in the empire. His cock felt harder than ever, brimming with vigor even after multiple ejaculations. And with this gloriously erect tool, he would now plunder that pussy wiggling invitingly toward him. Plunge into his daughter's cunt, her womb, with this confident cock…!
This is happiness…! This is true bliss…!
"Father. You'll put it in here too… right…?"
"Yes, yes. Of course. I'll check how well my loving daughter has grown today—with this father's cock."
"Ahh, I'm so happy…"
As the emperor spread the fake Mine's pussy lips, honeyed nectar drooled from the lewd hole. He savored the sight, bringing his cock close. Then, she asked again.
"Father, but… what was that today?"
"Hm? What?"
"Lady Emilia… marrying her…"
It was the first time this doll-like puppet had asked such a question. But the emperor didn't think deeply, simply charmed by her innocent curiosity, and answered readily. It wasn't hard.
His golden eyes could see people's talents, their potential. He hadn't wanted to lose the hero shining with pure, radiant light—and he'd envied her potential to eclipse him as the empire's pillar.
"It was when she was seven, I think… I saw it even then…"
With nostalgic reminiscence, he murmured to the air. His glans was half-buried between the fake Mine's hot labia.
Having spotted Emilia's potential as a child, he'd coerced her father, Edgar Edenberts, into a marriage promise. When the Edenberts family was attacked and Emilia vanished, he'd felt regret—but confirming the contract's magic tool still active assured him she lived. And today, verifying her survival at last, he'd swiftly promised marriage. Snatching her before Melrn Count could, like a thief in the night. Melrn was an ambitious power-grabber; he'd hardly rage over one or two women. If offended, toss him another nobleman's daughter. Incompetent or not, he was emperor. Who would refuse offering a woman to him? Even his own daughter or fiancée—they'd weep with joy to be accepted into imperial blood.
Yes, so—
Ahh, I can't wait. Wonder what that hero bitch's body will taste like…
His anticipation boiling over, the emperor began easing his shaft between her labia, where he'd been teasing with just the tip.
"Ah… Haaah…!"
The fake Mine let out a sweet moan, feeling the thick rod stretch her lewd hole and burrow inside. Trembling with eager anticipation, she arched her back, preparing her body with slutty poise for the cock to come. The emperor gazed down in satisfaction and thrust his hips forward—
"So that's how it was, Father."
And then.
As the emperor tried to bury himself to the hilt inside the fake Mine—
He froze at the voice of the real one from behind him.