The Foolish Mad Emperor (5)
Endlessly milked by the fake Mine's pussy, the emperor spewed forth his semen, vomiting it out. With no clothes on him, the only proof of his imperial status was his glittering golden hair and golden eyes—but even those were rapidly fading, losing their color.
"Grh... ugh..."
It wasn't just his vitality being drained; he looked as if something precious was being stolen from him. As time passed, his body gradually withered like a mummy, soon turning into a pathetic stick figure. His once robust and imposing physique deteriorated in an instant, transforming him into something like a centenarian elder.
Yet even in that state, his dick remained erect, still buried inside the fake Mine's pussy. It was being sucked out. Sucked out. Sucked out. His vitality, his life force, and his very existence itself—stolen, stolen, stolen away.
Watching her father—the emperor—with cold eyes, Mine Hwangnyeo still clutched his throat.
And moments later.
"........................"
From the completely desiccated emperor's mouth came only the rasping sound of his breath: sssshh... sssshh.... Nothing more would come out. Having lost everything that sustained his being, even his faintly beating heart would soon stop.
As a final act of filial piety, Mine Hwangnyeo kissed her father's cheek one last time—as his daughter.
That was the end.
With that final farewell, the emperor's body began sinking into the shadow at her feet—more precisely, into the fake Mine's shadow.... Glrrrp... Accompanied by a sound like sinking completely into a swamp, the emperor's form vanished.
The fake Mine, who had been bent over with her ass raised the whole time, slowly rose to her feet. Her body remained the same as before, but her head—no longer resembling Mine—had transformed into something like pitch-black darkness or shadow.
A shadow puppet, kin to Mona, which he had seen plenty of back at Melrn Count's mansion. But this one, used for a different purpose than the ones unleashed to train her, had been infused with far more elaborate sorcery.
"...Is that it, then?"
Mine Hwangnyeo addressed the shadow kin that had devoured her father. The shadow kin's body writhed grotesquely for a moment, then began transforming from head to toe into an entirely different form.
What emerged was an exact likeness of Melrn Count, who by now should have arrived back at his own territory far away. Not some imaginary fake like the emperor's, but a meticulously crafted doppelganger mirroring the real Melrn Count himself.
In truth, Melrn Count was remotely linking to this kin, projecting his entire self onto it—so naturally, every minute detail of the body matched the original perfectly.
"Good. Well done, Mine Hwangnyeo."
"...I can't believe it. To make me commit such filial impiety."
"A hopeless emperor like that had it coming. And didn't you enjoy it too, Princess? I was listening in, and that line of yours was downright chilling. A masterpiece."
Melrn Count was referring to Mine Hwangnyeo's remark comparing the emperor's dick to his own. Her face flushed at his attitude, and she averted her gaze as she replied.
"It's that demon... Mona's fault. Strange knowledge and impulses keep popping into my head... How could I say such vulgar things...?"
Having been under Mona's long-term conditioning and domination, the princess's knowledge, reason, and even parts of her soul had been tainted by the succubus. A noble woman like her would never utter such filth.
...But of course, she never would have said it aloud to begin with—though her true feelings were exactly as she had declared. Mona's implanted impulses had merely given her the push.
Melrn Count had seen through that fact but saw no need to point it out. He was simply satisfied watching her, once so loftily untouchable, fall into vulgar whorishness at his hands like any other slut.
"Now, then, next..."
Melrn Count stepped down from the bed and tapped his foot on the floor. From the shadow where the emperor had just been sucked away, a new shadow kin began oozing up: blorp... blorp....
Rising to the height of Melrn Count's waist, the shadowy mass kneaded itself, stretching and wriggling grotesquely, gradually taking on a human shape.
What formed was the emperor's likeness. From head to toe, an exquisite replica of the emperor. Not just a simple puppet—it moved, spoke with his voice, and even replicated the golden hair and eyes proving his imperial bloodline.
A sophisticated shadow golem crafted by usurping everything from the emperor. The blood flowing through its body, the power in those golden eyes—everything matched the original. Along with his knowledge and secrets known only to him, all implanted into the golem. Melrn Count could access that knowledge through it.
Whether it contained the information he needed would be something to review slowly later.
The emperor's corpse was gone.
In its place stood an exquisite golem possessing everything the emperor had.
Starting tomorrow, this golem would impersonate the vanished emperor.
However, creating golems this refined was limited, so the shadow kin's body that Melrn Count was borrowing would crumble by morning.
But with the real Mine Hwangnyeo replacing the vanished fake, it wouldn't matter.
"Now, from this moment, you live as the living emperor. Await my orders."
Melrn Count instructed the freshly made emperor golem, which nodded and slipped into the emperor's bed, lying down. Mimicking the emperor's usual posture as he entered slumber. Of course, it was mere imitation—not true sleep.
With that, the groundwork was complete.
It was a plan originally meant to unfold over years, but for something rushed so hastily, everything had gone smoothly. Of course, the road ahead was still long, but he'd take it slow and steady.
For Melrn Count, there was no more business here—but
"Hmph. In heat, are we? You shameful imperial bitch."
"Ah... nngh..."
Melrn Count—more precisely, his doppelganger—looked down at Mine Hwangnyeo writhing on the floor at his feet, her hips squirming, and muttered with contempt and mockery.
Her face flushed red, her entire body emanating the lewd scent of pheromones from unbearable arousal. She'd been fine with the emperor right in front of her. But facing Melrn Count, inhaling his scent, the memories of all her conditioning flashed back, plunging her instantly into a cursed heat.
And with the naked Melrn Count before her, that groin instrument that had always tormented her loomed so vividly in her vision.
She could no longer control her body. She could no longer handle her desires....
"I... I worked hard... on the comforting, Melrn Count... no, Master... please... reward me...!"
A vulgar, obscene sight utterly unworthy of her noble, lofty status as princess. Her breaths were sultry, desperately fawning to please him however she could.
Melrn Count—or his likeness—gazed down at her appraisingly, then sat on the edge of the bed with a cold smile.
"Very well, sow princess. It won't match the real thing, but this body should provide some comfort. ...Shall I reward you?"
"Ah, aaah... thank you. Thank you...!"
"Then start by licking my feet. You can do that, right?"
"Of course... aaah, to lick Master's feet... aaah... I'm so happy... so happy...!"
Having lost every trace of her intellect from moments before, Mine Hwangnyeo stripped off her thin negligee, going fully nude. She wiggled her lewd ass as she took his toes into her mouth and began sucking.
His toes, between them, the soles, the tops, even up to the ankles—she licked them all meticulously and reverently, cleaning every inch. Her eyes soaked in lust, simply blissful, blissful....
* * *
—The worst.
—The worst.
—The worst, the worst, the worst.
To Mine Hwangnyeo, Melrn Count was the trashy bastard who had dragged her lofty self into the swamp of lust. And though he was a poison to the nation, he was still the vile enemy who had driven her to murder her own father with her own hands.
Pathetic or not, a parent was a parent. With her soul harboring noble justice, how could she commit such filial impiety and remain at peace?
Undeniably, hatred and rage had taken root in her heart. That much was true.
But...
Ah, ah, nngh!... Nnght... ugh... hnnngh...!
Emotions that made such hatred and rage seem laughable by comparison. Overwhelming pleasure and electric bliss filled her chest to the brim.
Still in the emperor's bedroom from just before. Beside the golem mimicking the emperor, sleeping soundly on the bed, Melrn Count lounged arrogantly, watching with amusement as the naked Mine Hwangnyeo rose and fell on his lap.
Squish... squish... squish... squish... splurt... splurt... splurt... splurt...
"Nngh... ah, haa...♥ Hnngh... s-so... goooood...♥"
Drooling obscene saliva, shaking her heavy-looking breasts with every movement, Mine Hwangnyeo writhed in ecstasy. Pure joy. Pure joy.
Melrn Count—her parents' enemy, a betrayer of humanity. Willingly taking his imposing, thick cock into herself, she trembled with joy.
"Hey, put some real effort into it, Princess. I can still tell you're holding back."
"Eek... hiiik...♥"
Pinch... twist...
As Melrn Count pinched and twisted her nipple in reprimand, Mine Hwangnyeo nodded with a lascivious moan, trying to move her hips more skillfully. To serve him better. To please her parents' enemy—the man she ought to hate—fawning desperately, clenching her pussy to keep him satisfied.
Even with the emperor golem lying asleep beside them.
'Ah, aaah... in front of Father...'
Though she knew it was fake, Mine Hwangnyeo felt an extra-special thrill unlike usual, and she rocked her hips again. Devouring Melrn Count's cock with her lewd, premium pussy....
