Chapter 194
Chapter 194
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 194
Chapter Title: The Defiled Throne
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The former Emperor pointed to the throne and said,
-This seat is where you acknowledge and realize that you are the absolute ruler of the Empire, the one who must govern and rule over all its people.
This throne was the Empire's pride, even before it symbolized the Emperor.
-Sit on it.
The Empress remembered.
That moment when she first sat on the throne.
The view she saw when she was led by the Emperor's hand and seated upon it.
The entire throne room lay spread out below her.
'So this is the view.'
She, who had always gazed up only at the Emperor, could now look down upon the entire throne room from the throne.
From the decorative walls to the shapes of the windows, and even the chandeliers on the ceiling.
She could never forget that sight where everyone looked small beneath her.
-Don't think of it simply as a seat for you to occupy. You must cherish it more than anything else.
The former Emperor, who had passed the throne to her, implored her repeatedly.
-More precious than your own body. You must show a perfect image to everyone to earn their recognition.
That throne had been defiled.
And by her own urine and squirt, no less.
The Empire's pride had crumbled.
The Empress stared at the soiled throne.
Once a beautiful seat with pure white cushions and a red carpet laid beneath it, now dirtied by the Empress's urine and transparent squirt.
Yellow liquid seeped in, dripping down beneath the carpet.
'No.'
She blamed her own frail endurance for failing to hold back her desperate urge to pee.
And she blamed the man before her who had reduced her to this state.
The most important place in the Empire, where she must always remain pristine and noble.
Had been defiled by a single man.
It was all Max's fault.
The throne, symbolizing the Empire's glory since the time of the founding Emperor...
"Aaah..."
The Empress's expression twisted as she gazed at the defiled throne.
Not content with toying with her body, he had dirtied even the throne, the symbol of the Empire itself.
This was an act that mocked not only the Empire's Emperor but the Empire as a whole.
She could not forgive it.
She could not forgive it, yet...
Why was her heart pounding like this?
Why couldn't she tear her eyes away from that pure white throne, now so thoroughly defiled?
The Empress gritted her teeth.
This was wrong.
'This isn't... rest.'
She had wanted a rest that would soothe her mind, but not one that would destroy the Empire in the process.
'I am the Empire's Emperor.'
She could not forgive the man who had insulted her and the Empire.
As the Empress gritted her teeth, Max's hand touched her body.
"Hiiit!"
A wave of pleasurable sensation flooded her.
Ecchi slime on her breasts, Max's fingers on her clit, his lips and tongue on her nape...
His touch grazed her sensitive spots.
And when his finger lightly brushed the inside of her thigh.
"Haaung..."
The Empress trembled.
"You like it when I scratch you here like this, huh?"
Max grinned lewdly as he crooked his finger and stroked the inside of her thigh.
It felt like being struck by lightning magic—her entire body buzzed and tingled.
Tension surged through the Empress's body.
Her breath caught, and her head spun from the unfamiliar sensation.
Her body, hypersensitive from the slime's aphrodisiac.
In that state, Max's finger touched her most sensitive spot.
A pleasure she had never felt before.
Grab!
The Empress, unable to resist, instinctively seized Max's wrist.
And immediately regretted it.
As she resisted, Max, who had been admiring and caressing her body, lifted his face and met her eyes.
Meeting Max's gaze, the Empress felt sweat beading down her spine.
'He's found all my weak spots.'
A victor's smile played on Max's lips.
The Empress's legs clamped together.
Twitching under his touch, whimpering moans escaped her.
The one seated on the throne now was not the Empress.
Just a pathetic woman who had soiled the throne herself and trampled the Empire's pride.
"Th-that... stooop..."
She sank into despair, realizing there was no escape from this situation.
The pleasure kept coming relentlessly.
She tried to use the imperial family's power to find a gap in the illusion, shining her eyes with effort.
But no matter where she looked, she found none.
No, the proud imperial power wouldn't manifest at all.
Instead, what came was the pleasure from Max's caresses.
Max began rubbing her body with his fingers, gradually pushing deeper inside.
She twisted her body in futile resistance, but Max's strength was too much for her to break free.
Her legs were spread by Max, exposing the Emperor's drenched slit.
"Stop... it."
She resisted in a powerless voice.
But no matter what she said, Max didn't listen.
He brought his face between her legs.
"Wait, that's dirty...!"
It was the pussy she had just wet herself with.
The liquid coating her slit wasn't mere water.
A mix of squirt, love juices, and urine.
"A true ruler doesn't shy from filth."
Max licked her pussy.
"Huuuht!!!"
Her most private body part, never permitted to anyone, was toyed with by a man.
Max's hot tongue lapped between her folds, his lips nudging her clit.
The sensation was incomparable to his fingers.
And the moment his tongue slipped inside her entrance.
"Uuuht!!!"
The Empress's womanhood opened wide.
To Max, it might have been routine foreplay, but to her, it was a monumental first experience.
Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.
The flood of ecstasy was too much even for her, the Empress, to endure easily.
Feels so good...
No thoughts filled her mind.
"Hng! It feels good, I don't want it thoo..."
Her voice alone.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The sound of her bodily fluids splashing against skin filled the throne room.
No other sounds reached her.
A state where all sounds and sensations existed solely for her.
It was unfamiliar.
Something she had never experienced.
The Empress had lived her entire life for the Empire and its people.
Even as a princess before becoming Empress, she lived for the throne.
She had never once spent time solely for herself.
This was the first time the world's information poured only for her.
Unable to contain the surging pleasure, she looked at Max serving her.
Just as she had always served to reign over her subjects.
This man was now serving solely for her, to reign over her.
"Aaaah..."
Never before had she felt this.
When was the last time she felt this good?
Had she ever?
The ticklish sensation teasing her body.
The burning heat rising within.
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and nothing moved by her will.
Yet strangely, her body felt at ease.
Nothing was under her control, so why did it feel so relaxed?
Simple.
'I don't have to think about anything...'
No need to think for the Empire or its people—just feel the pleasure.
As she moaned and savored the ecstasy, she began to understand why this man called himself a usurper.
Right now, he was lifting every burden from her shoulders.
In this moment of the throne being usurped, she didn't need to think at all.
His tongue stimulated her insides, fingers plunged in, poking her G-spot repeatedly.
"Huuuuht!!!"
Pssshhh!
Squirt sprayed once more beneath the throne.
Having squirted, the Empress somewhat understood why she had called this situation "rest."
"Haa, haa."
After several climaxes.
Her body slumped limply on the throne.
Legs spread wide, pussy leaking fluids profusely, mouth half-open, eyes unfocused staring into space.
In her torn dress, steeped in pleasure, the Empress looked nothing like the mighty Emperor of a great Empire—utterly ruined.
Tremble, tremble.
She forced her quivering legs to stand.
No, she tried to.
"Hng..."
Her legs, too spent, refused to hold strength easily.
"Still trying to resist?"
"M-Max..."
It had felt good.
It aligned somewhat with her desire for rest.
But the insult was real.
As Emperor, she couldn't overlook such humiliation.
She had no intention of punishing him.
He had given her emotions and experiences she had never known.
Weighing merits and faults, she planned to let this incident slide.
So she tried to rise and confront Max somehow.
To end this illusion and resolve it through dialogue.
Then she could swear never to visit his shop again after this experience.
'A dangerous place.'
She didn't know what illusions Yuris, Niki, and the other women had seen, but for an Empress untouched by men, it was too much to bear.
She struggled to rise, but it was difficult.
Watching her, Max chuckled and stepped closer.
"What good is it if only you are satisfied?"
"...What?"
What did that mean?
Her thoughts couldn't continue.
Thud.
Max, pants off, revealed his massively erect cock.
The hot, throbbing shaft twitched up and down, precum beading at the tip.
Seeing the grotesque thing, the Empress instinctively knew.
'N-No, not this.'
If she smelled this cock...
It felt like crossing an irreversible line.
It was the instinct not of the Empress, but of a woman.
"M-Max..."
Looking at Max with his cock out, she forced out words.
"T-Today, I think this is enough. I-I'll return..."
Her final struggle to end it.
To snap him back to reality, make him realize it was an illusion, and conclude.
However.
"This is your true Emperor's cock. Suck it."
Max didn't seem satisfied yet.
The Empress looked satisfied.
Her eyes, gazing blankly into space with ragged breaths, bore the telltale expression of a fulfilled woman.
Eyes chasing nothing but pleasure and excitement, devoid of other thoughts.
Her legs stiffened straight from my tongue work, shuddering repeatedly.
She squirted and pissed herself.
After soiling the throne she cherished so dearly, she lost all will to resist and surrendered her body to my touch.
'Should I end it here?'
Perhaps I could bury this incident.
[As expected of Master, splendidly done. The desire for rest filling her mind has been partially resolved.]
Wait.
Partially?
'What do you mean? Partially?'
[Her desire for rest is still incompletely satisfied. She needs a bit more pleasure to fill it completely. Don't you need to satisfy her down to the depths of her consciousness?]
Should I trust this?
No.
I couldn't.
To begin with, this magic circle had floored the accelerator alone, escalating things to this point.
[If you stop here, the only place Master will end up is the execution grounds.]
You bastard.
You knew and led me into this mess?
[I judged Master had the ability to fully satisfy the Empress. This is the most effective way for her to rest quickly.]
[If you satisfy her, you won't end up as morning dew on the execution grounds, right?]
Brazen magic circle.
What process turned it into this reckless thing?
'Did the mere calculator magic circle develop a sense of self?'
But I couldn't dwell on it.
"Huuht..."
The Empress, slumped in the chair, twitched as she forced herself to rise.
Her eyes had returned.
Not the dazed look of pleasure intoxication, but sharp, spirited eyes glaring at me.
The same eyes from when she invited me to the palace before.
Eyes looking down on people.
'Still not satisfied?'
If the Empress wasn't satisfied, my fate was sealed.
'Execution grounds dew.'
Damn it.
I guess I have to bring this out after all.
"T-Today, I think this is enough. I-I'll return..."
Before the Empress trying to stand on wobbly legs like a newborn fawn, I pulled out my cock.
"Aaaah..."
Legs giving out, the Empress collapsed.
Splat.
Her knees hit the floor wet with urine and squirt, her pupils trembling.
To her, I said,
"This is your true Emperor's cock. Suck it."
Words I could never say in reality.