Chapter 193
Chapter 193
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 193
Chapter Title: Desperate Measures for Survival
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I was desperate to survive.
‘If I make a mistake, I die.’
Thanks to that damned magic circle's sudden outburst, I had suddenly become a usurper plotting rebellion.
A usurper who had brought peasants along, shattered the empire's entire order, stormed the imperial palace, and replaced the emperor.
The situation had already unfolded.
Right now, I only had two choices.
One was to drop to my knees and beg immediately.
But that choice was no different from offering up my own neck.
The magic circle had already done the deed.
Even if I claimed here that it was the magic circle's independent judgment, would the Empress believe me?
–The rebel is desperately denying his crimes.
–Isn't the magic circle's will your own will?
She would surely brand me a traitor like that.
That left only one option.
‘Somehow, I have to satisfy the Emperor.’
No matter what method it took.
‘Fine. Since you did it, I'll play along.’
But as its master, afterward, I'd have to discipline it thoroughly.
I looked at the Empress, her dress partially torn, her breasts exposed, helplessly being fondled.
“Haa, haa.”
I couldn't tell if it was from anger or arousal.
But her face was clearly flushed red.
I met the gaze of the Empress glaring at me, her cheeks rosy.
Atop the peaks of her breasts, her nipples stood erect and prominently protruding.
I used my fingers to lightly tease the tips of the Empress's breasts, scratching gently.
Focusing solely on her breasts obsessively.
“Nggh! Hnggh!”
She trembled, forcibly suppressing her moans.
Her eyes, tightly shut with tears welling up, glared at me with fury.
“I'll... kill you. You dare to covet my throne...”
If this line had been delivered by Yuris, I would have smoothly followed up with the next one, as if I'd been waiting.
Yuris was the type of woman who immersed herself in her role within the illusion more than anyone.
The Empress didn't seem immersed in her role.
‘She's serious.’
Those were eyes determined to kill me no matter what.
–Satisfy the Empress to avoid becoming morning dew on the execution ground.
Ahh, the threat of execution was feeling more and more real.
No way in hell.
I tapped the tip of her nipple with my finger and pressed my lips to her collarbone.
“Ngh!”
She let out a whimpering moan from the unfamiliar pleasure.
I kissed her nape and whispered into her ear.
“Is the noble Emperor getting excited from exposing her bare body in front of the peasants?”
“...You... bastard...”
“You shout in indignation with your mouth, but your body is reacting honestly?”
I lightly nibbled her earlobe and gripped her nipple a bit harder.
“Hnnggh!!!”
When I tugged her breast, the Empress's back arched.
Zing.
I could feel her body trembling.
It must be a masochistic thrill she'd never felt before.
She had always lorded over others, dominating them.
Who would dare attempt to dominate her?
Never once.
And I knew better than anyone how profoundly unfamiliar sensations left their mark on the human mind.
‘I have to make this emotion she's never felt before something she can get used to.’
That was my way to survive.
Make her enjoy the masochism, swept away by it.
I had to push the Empress relentlessly.
It wasn't just about backing her into a corner.
Teetering on the edge, making her thrill from the brink without quite falling.
Not an easy task by any means.
But one I'd done many times before.
“Right now, you can't do a single thing properly on your own. Emperor? Do you think that empty title will protect you? That position that's ultimately going to be taken from you by me?”
“I am the Emperor of the Empire. The insult you've inflicted on me... Hnnggh!!”
Tickle, tickle.
Stimulating her erogenous zone with nipple play.
As I tormented her with stimulation akin to torture, I guided her gaze toward the peasants filling the area below.
“Your proud Imperial Majesty is being watched by the empire's subjects as she feels it?”
“St-stop... Hnnggh!”
Haa, haa.
Her breathing grew increasingly ragged.
Now was about the time.
‘It's only been a short while since I obtained it, so I don't know how effective it'll be, but...’
Still far better than using nothing.
I pulled out the slime I'd collected(?) from the dungeon.
Ecchi Slime.
–Slimes properly infused with drugs are absolutely safe.
–However, overuse may lead to addiction to that slime, so use with caution.
Originally meant for initiating a sturdy hero.
‘But the situation is urgent right now.’
No helping it.
Squeak!
The Empress's eyes widened at the sight of the pink slime.
“Wh-what are you trying to do to me...”
“I'm going to attach this slime to your sensitized nipples. It'd be embarrassing to keep showing the peasants Your Majesty's noble nipples, right?”
“...”
She stared at me like I was insane.
I split the ecchi slime into two while looking at her.
Squeak!
I attached the halved slimes to her breasts.
Then.
“Hnnggh!”
It covered her nipples like a pink nu-bra.
“Hah! St-stop! Wait, th-there!!”
Instead of acidic fluid, it secreted aphrodisiac, with nubs inside.
The slime sucked on her nipples like a baby nursing milk, rubbing the nubs in circles.
It was the slime's way of securing itself to the nipple, but it only stimulated her more.
Far more sensitively than fingers could.
‘Plus the aphrodisiac effect.’
As soon as the slime nu-bra was in place, she squirmed her hips while seated, sweating profusely.
“Hnggrrgh...”
Several times better than fingers.
Her breaths, deeply inhaled and exhaled, grew much hotter than before.
“Haa, haa. You...”
The Empress reacted with exceptional sensitivity.
“Be grateful you didn't flash your titties to the peasants.”
Her eyes turned toward the peasants below the steps.
“I helped make sure they didn't see Your Majesty's noble nipples.”
“You bastard...”
The Empress ground her teeth.
But her voice lacked its initial strength.
Of course it did—she was already moistened by pleasure.
Even the sturdiest brick loses its strength when soaked.
The Empress's breathing grew rougher.
Her gaze fixed below.
She started staring piercingly at the nipples tormented persistently by the slime.
Curious about what was happening inside that pink slime.
“Ooooh!!!”
Even vulgar sounds an emperor shouldn't make slipped through her gritted teeth.
That's how it always was.
The first pleasure.
The first humiliation.
The first masochistic thrill.
When everything was new, just crossing the threshold of awkwardness...
‘It can't help but feel fresh.’
Especially for an emperor overwhelmed by work, craving respite.
With nothing to soothe her heart, it would hit even harder.
“Doesn't it feel good? Admit you're a pervert who gets off on showing such a disgrace in front of all these people.”
That was when it happened.
“Aah, n-no... don't...”
The Empress's urgent voice.
Her face flushed red, staring at the ecchi slime nu-bra covering her nipples, she stamped her feet.
“M-Max... st-stop now, I beg you... I'll forgive what you've done to me, please...”
The Empress, face crimson, pleaded with me desperately.
I knew what that meant.
Climax.
And incontinence.
And how that would wound the Empress's ironclad pride.
“Please, stop...”
I slipped my hand into her dress as she stamped her feet.
My fingers entered the Empress's panties, soaked wet.
“Release it all.”
The moment I rubbed the little bean protruding atop her drenched slit.
“Nnggh!!!”
The throne grew wet with the Empress's juices.
Transparent fluid the panties couldn't absorb trickled down, soaking the throne.
Incontinence, of all things.
A sight the Empress must never show.
Looking at her, I said,
“Wetting your own throne with piss. Could anyone serve a woman like this as Emperor?”
I tore the remaining dress with my hand.
Rip!
The dress symbolizing the emperor tore away, leaving her in just her underwear, exposing her intimate flesh.
Noble slime nu-bra above, urine-soaked panties below.
The slime clung to her breasts, sucking her nipples.
Each time the nubs rubbed her breasts, she trembled from unbearable pleasure.
Pleasure racing up her spine made her body move on its own.
Her waist tensed rigidly, her hands gripping the armrests tightly.
There was nothing she could do.
She had no knowledge to cope with this first-time pleasure.
Trembling, she looked up at Max.
At the usurper who sought to steal her throne.
He smirked down at her.
As if he were the victor.
As if she couldn't escape this slime's touch.
It was just an illusion.
Just sensations from an illusion, yet they felt too real.
Even knowing it was an illusion, the humiliating situation made her grit her teeth.
When this illusion ended, she would punish him somehow.
Drag him to the execution ground for the crime of insulting the emperor.
She was furious.
Blood rushed to her head from rage, her heart pounding fast.
Fear and fury.
Her racing heart from that.
“Ooooh!!!”
Began to twist into pleasure bit by bit.
Rage into excitement.
Fear into pleasure.
The Empress didn't know.
That the ecchi slime's aphrodisiac and caresses were dragging her deeper into the valley of bliss.
Her breasts tickled intensely.
Her body wouldn't obey her.
This was the first time.
The first time her own body rebelled against her will, moving on its own.
No matter how hard she gritted her teeth to suppress it.
“Hnnnggh... Nngh...”
Moans kept spilling out.
Even beastly whimpers.
Sounds too vulgar for an empress.
The realization that it was her own voice shocked her to her core.
And just before reaching climax.
The Empress felt it.
‘No. If this keeps going...’
A sensation building in her lower abdomen, about to burst forth.
Something swollen full.
Pressure building.
A crisis sense that she absolutely must not release it.
As an empress—no, as a human, she mustn't.
It burned hot.
This sensation from below was too hot.
No.
If she let go like this.
The Empress desperately begged Max.
Not to do it.
To stop.
“M-Max... st-stop now, I beg you... I'll forgive what you've done to me, please...”
Some line she mustn't cross loomed before her eyes, so she pleaded desperately.
But Max.
Rip.
Slid his hand into her dress.
Dared to soil her most private place, forbidden to anyone.
“Release it all.”
His voice struck her eardrums like a command.
Her body went slack from the voice pounding her skull like a hammer.
Bladder contraction from climax.
And the resulting incontinence.
It burned hot.
The place that shouldn't get wet grew hot and soaked.
It was the moment one human's dignity crumbled.
The moment her lifelong pride as emperor was scarred.
As the saying goes, the sturdiest tree doesn't bend—it breaks.
The Empress's iron pride didn't bend; it shattered.
Rip!
When even the last symbol proving she had once been emperor—her dress—tore away.
“Hngh!”
The Empress bit her lower lip.