The Foolish Mad Emperor (4)
A delusion gripped him, as if a cold hand had seized his heart in an iron vise. That degree of sternness and chill infused the voice echoing from behind him.
“Uh… uh…!”
“Don’t turn around, Father. You don’t need to know who’s here.”
An inexplicable power laced that voice, rendering the emperor utterly unable to look back. His pupils trembled like the earth in an earthquake, his face flooded with terror, yet he couldn’t bring himself to turn. The moment he did, he sensed a threat as if his throat would be slit and his heart pierced.
Even amid this, his meat rod remained buried deep in the fake Mine’s pussy right before his eyes, reveling in ecstatic bliss from its slick, lewd pressure.
——Heaven and hell coexisting.
In such a situation, the emperor floundered in panic, his mouth gaping as he finally spoke.
“M-Mine… my… daughter…?”
“I told you, Father. You don’t need to know who I am. Even if I call you ‘Father,’ that doesn’t make me your daughter.”
“What are you….”
“I’m being considerate. Please understand. Your daughter is that vulgar meat puppet right in front of you. Nothing more. …That way, you can stay happy, Father.”
The female slave who had endured his violations, fulfilling his desires. To him, lost in dreamlike happiness, the real Mine was offering mercy—not shattering that illusion.
——Your Mine is the meat puppet before you.
——Your wishes have come true; there’s no need for doubt.
——Be content with what’s right in front of you.
She asserted as much. That way, the emperor wouldn’t wake from his dream. He could revel forever in that satisfying fantasy.
But alas, such consideration was already futile. No matter how exquisitely crafted the fake, it paled before the real thing. Just hearing the real Mine’s voice—imbued with intellect, sternness, and charisma—the emperor instantly distinguished truth from forgery.
Mona’s magic had clouded his golden eyes, but now they pierced the facade: the thing before him held no spark of potential, merely a simple meat doll. His one true talent, his sole ability, had become a heavy shackle dragging him into despair’s abyss….
And the real Mine behind him saw it all at a glance.
“Father, Father. Poor Father. If only you’d had no talents at all, if you’d just been a petty, narrow-minded man, there might have been some way to save you.”
“If you’d been born not as king, but as some farmer’s son or a grubby merchant’s heir, things might have turned out better.”
“That ill-suited throne, that mismatched ability—it’s twisted you beyond redemption.”
“I… I find it so heartbreaking….”
Indeed, her voice—stern and cold—held a faint trace of sorrow. Princess Mine gently embraced the emperor from behind. Not a hug to stir lewd desires, but a simple daughterly one for her father.
She, too, might have avoided such a fateful decision had she not been born into this imperial house. Born to merchants, her innate brilliance could have multiplied profits, earning her fame as a shrewd businesswoman. In an ordinary family, she might have lived a modest life of simple labor, routine days, a humble home, raising upright children in quiet joy.
Of course, such a life held its own misfortunes, impossible to predict. But at least, she wouldn’t face the tragic end she now chose.
The emperor stiffened, feeling the warmth and softness of Mine’s body pressed against his back. Clinging to her father, she felt their hearts pounding in unison and continued.
“You were incompetent in so many ways, Father, but I could have overlooked the rest.”
“But Lia… even coveting the Hero—that was greed too far. So heartbreaking.”
Emilia was Mine’s friend. She couldn’t simply stand by as that foolish father claimed her. The Hero wasn’t just the empire’s asset, but humanity’s light. To let such a beacon fall into this idiot’s hands, be defiled—it was intolerable.
Of course, provoking Count Melrn’s wrath was his gravest sin. In the end, the emperor had turned his greatest ally into an enemy, if only temporarily.
The emperor floundered, trying to speak, but words failed him; he merely worked his mouth.
And to him, Mine posed another question.
“Father, you unleashed that demon to claim Lia, didn’t you?”
“But not just for that. You also eliminated nobles unfavorable to you.”
The emperor swallowed hard, freezing at her words. Even now, his cock throbbed rigidly inside the fake Mine.
——What Mine pointed out was the banquet hall incident.
The emperor hadn’t merely unsealed the “Black Knight”; knowing it would target the hall, he’d fled with only his close noble allies. Taking too many would arouse suspicion, so he’d selected only the vital ones and slipped away briefly.
Thanks to that, over half the thorns in his side—those he despised—perished with their families. Tragically, they were the empire’s true patriots, devoted to the nation.
Mine burned with rage. Not just for her friend, humanity’s light. But for this emperor treating those loyal lives like trash, sacrificing them so casually. She was utterly disgusted by his decision.
This emperor was the empire’s poison. Her own father, a malignant tumor on the realm.
The empire’s doom was inevitable, but to save even one more soul from its fall, this cancer had to be excised first.
“Say nothing, please. Let me believe it’s all a misunderstanding and send you on your way. I beg you, Father.”
“S-Send… Daughter? What are you….”
“Forgive me, Father. This is all for the empire’s people… as many as possible. And for Count Melrn.”
“Count Melrn? Why him?”
Mine’s eyes, steeped in sorrow and vacant, twisted into a bewitching smile at his question. She drew her lips to his ear and whispered.
“Count Melrn… my Master, Father.”
“……?!”
The emperor couldn’t comprehend her words. It was bizarre. Her master should be him alone. Why declare his vassal, Count Melrn, as her lord?
To the emperor, clinging to misunderstanding, Mine elaborated. What she’d endured. What Count Melrn had done to her.
Her abduction. Defiled, subjected to every humiliation, bound by spells, forced into submission. And later, prostrating herself before him, begging his mercy.
Only then did the emperor’s eyes shift, scrutinizing the Mine beside him. She looked identical to his daughter—yet her hair was silver-white, her eyes crimson. Just as she’d described.
Proof of her enslavement to Count Melrn.
“I-It can’t… be… impossible….”
“Oh, it makes perfect sense, Father. I’m far happier as a slave to a capable man like Count Melrn—even if he’s wicked—than to you, so utterly incompetent.”
“Don’t say such things! Stop!”
“How ugly. It’s fine, Father. You’ll always be my father. I can’t be your wife or slave, but be content with that.”
“No! Nooooo!!!”
The emperor thrashed his head in denial, but it was rigid as stone beneath his jaw—he couldn’t even shake it. Embracing him gently, Mine invoked her succubus kin Mona’s power, stripping his bodily freedom.
His body, long prepared, fell under her control with ease.
And so, the emperor slowly thrust his hips, withdrawing from the fake Mine’s pussy and plunging back in, over and over. Slap, slap—her ass met his thighs in obscene fleshy echoes.
“Father, how’s the doll you imagined me as?”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
The emperor whimpered, begging her to stop, please stop. But ignoring his pleas, Mine whispered on, words carving into his heart.
“Master’s—my lord’s—cock was magnificent. I can’t forget when he took my virginity. …So ecstatic.”
“S-Stop… stop…!”
“His touch was rough yet tender, reaching deep inside, making me feel so good. …Tell me, Father. Does yours reach the end now? Surely you won’t claim it’s too short?”
“St-Stop iiiiiit!!!”
Mine’s gaze shifted to one of pity, as if beholding the wretched. Watching it from the corner of his eye, the emperor kept thrusting by force.
Even now, the pussy engulfing him felt incomparably blissful, beyond anything before. The fake Mine’s hole had transcended his fantasies.
Succubus Mona’s final gift to him: otherworldly, illusory pussy perfection. Heaven and hell alternated as he writhed in pleasure.
As an absurd climax loomed, Mine whispered her last taunt with scorn.
“——Father, I’ve been watching from the shadows.”
“Yours is fine for a king… but compared to Master’s, it’s utterly pathetic.”
“I’m truly relieved I don’t have to take something like that inside me.”
The emperor cried her name in rage-filled fury, voice thick with loathing. But Mine ignored him, lightly shoving his back.
With that, he slammed deep one final time, spewing semen in eruption.
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spuuuurt, spurt
“O-Oh… ooooooh…!!!”
An unprecedented volume of ejaculation, unlike anything he’d known. The succubus Mona’s spell etched on his cock and balls glowed, forcing out essence beyond his limits.
“G-Gah!! Stop… stoooop… guh!! Uwaaaaaah!!”
His body withered, drying out at an eerie speed, in an unnatural form. Truly, every drop of his vitality was siphoned into the fake Mine where he remained buried deep.
Foolishly lured by the “vitality boost” bait, the incantation he’d inscribed himself now rapidly consumed his life.