Chapter 180: The Symbol of Dictatorship (9)
Chapter 180: The Symbol of Dictatorship (9)
At that very hour, while a festival—or something like it—was unfolding in Fermaton over the succubus first night rights...
Somewhere in the Imperial Palace of the Empire’s capital, a burly old man was drenched in sweat.
"Ack, aaah...! Your, Your Majesty! Please, gently...!"
"Huff, hrrngh...!!"
The old man, his hair stark white, was like a wild beast.
"Finished already? I’ve still got plenty of fight left in me!"
"Your Majesty, please, hngh...! I feel like I’m going to die...!"
"You won't die!"
With the spirit of a lion, he flaunted his unrivaled vigor against the three women prostrate before him.
"Ugh..."
The last woman who had managed to stay conscious finally let her head drop forward.
All three were concubines, women often compared to flowers in high society, but on the Emperor's bed, they were nothing more than females steeped in pleasure.
"Phew."
The Emperor withdrew himself and lightly shook his hand.
Even after finishing off three women, his member remained gallantly erect, restoring the Emperor’s pride.
"It really is the real deal."
The Emperor reached for a white candy sitting on the table, then hesitated.
"...Hoo. That was close. I almost overdosed."
His old friend had warned him.
Two a day, at most.
He said that taking three or more could lead to side effects.
The Emperor had taken two at once, and with just those two doses of Penisilin, he had exhausted three concubines who were three times younger than him.
There was no Empress.
She had passed away long ago.
The Empress had died while giving birth to a single daughter.
Since then, the Emperor had kept the seat of the Empress vacant.
Despite the protests of his ministers, he always left that position empty.
These concubines were women brought in by the ministers after the Empress's passing, arguing that the palace still needed women.
There was no particular reason to elevate any of them to Empress.
The late Empress had already given birth to a Crown Prince, and the Crown Prince, now nearly thirty, was effectively acting in the Emperor's stead.
"This is a bit of a problem."
The Emperor lamented as he looked at his still-energetic member.
"It’ll be a disaster if I accidentally make a child."
An Emperor was a being who couldn't even use his own cock as he pleased.
The Crown Prince was already firmly established as the successor, but there were several other princes following behind him.
In such a situation, what if a younger brother—especially a male one—with a massive age gap was born?
It would be fine for now.
But after the Crown Prince became Emperor, and when the currently newborn grandson became the next prince...
If his own son were to display significant political talent then, the uncle and nephew could end up in a bloody power struggle over the throne.
An Emperor must not play with his cock just because he feels like it.
He must always consider political ramifications; he must never wield his member recklessly.
However.
Ten years.
It had been ten long years of being unable to have sex, merely staring at a limp, shriveled organ.
Though he had taken in concubines several times, he hadn't been able to satisfy them at night. One concubine had even been purged after being caught having an affair with a knight.
But now, things were different.
The Emperor had regained his pride; he had regained his vitality.
"Fermaton..."
The Labyrinth City across the border, Fermaton.
The Young Lord there had created a very clever little item, and through the hands of an old friend, it had found its way to the Emperor.
"This alone proves his worth. He’s a talent too great to be left as a mere Count of the Kingdom."
Greed began to stir.
The fact that the 'Fist King' himself was keeping a close eye on the boy was enough to make one's mouth water, but to develop an item like this as well?
"I wonder if that fraudulent whore of the Kingdom has her eyes on him. Or if the Shadow is trying to move in for a taste. Tsk. There is nothing more foolish than trying to cut open the goose that lays the golden eggs."
The Emperor raised a glass.
A round glass, notably wider than the others.
"What to do..."
Dark Jeanne.
"Well, I suppose I'll leave things as they are for a while."
The Emperor looked down at himself and flashed a satisfied smile.
"At least until I find out how to manufacture Penisilin."
* * *
At that same hour, in the Queen's bedroom of the Kingdom's Royal Castle.
"O-ogok, oh-ogok...!"
"......."
Looking at Queen Messalina’s rolled-back eyes, the maid squeezed her own eyes shut.
"It seems Her Majesty requires rest. You may leave."
At the maid's words, the dark-skinned slaves scratched their heads and filed out.
Until just a few days ago, Queen Messalina could have easily squeezed three men dry on her own, but thanks to the influence of 'that item,' she had been reduced to a bitch steeped in sex.
"Your Majesty."
"Ah, ah-hok, hueeegh."
"...Sigh."
She had reached a state where normal thought was impossible.
"Cure."
The maid finally reached toward the Queen's face and cast a spell. Soon, the Queen's vacant eyes began to regain their focus.
"Uh, where am I...?"
"Are you back to your senses?"
"Ah..."
Queen Messalina hurriedly shook her head.
Her hair was matted with the cloudy semen scattered by the southern slaves, and her body bore the raw traces of the men's rough handling.
"How much... time has passed?"
"Five hours."
"...It was the best five hours of my life..."
The Queen gave a faint, satisfied smile.
"Truly, the best."
"Even after all the sex you've had until now?"
"Of course. The absolute best."
"......."
The maid clicked her tongue with a look of utter incomprehension, while the Queen collapsed back onto her pillow with a sigh.
"Ahhh, I wonder what kind of cock Ruji Fermaton, the man who made this, must have... I heard rumors that he even made Countess Zenith his personal fucktoy."
"...It's likely not just a rumor."
The maid frowned.
"There's a high probability it's true. Zenith didn't restrain the Young Lord and even eliminated the royal spies."
"Wasn't that because the Young Lord found undeniable evidence against her?"
"Even so, Zenith is moving too proactively for Ruji Fermaton. Her actions so far haven't been those of the Countess of Fermaton... but rather those of Ruji's woman."
"Hmph. So you're going to Fermaton yourself to check?"
"Yes."
The maid touched her own face.
"...While I am away from the palace, I will leave the management of the Kingdom to my 'nephew.' Understood?"
"I just have to stay still here anyway. What kind of trouble could I possibly get into?"
"...If you start making a fuss about bringing you more Penisilin or anything of the sort, I won't let it slide."
The maid stood up gracefully and headed for the door.
"Be careful not to give anyone a reason to catch me off guard. Understood?"
Creeeak.
The door closed.
The maid avoided the people nearby and pressed a specific spot on a wall. Soon, a section of the wall slid open, revealing a secret passage.
Step, step.
The maid entered the room naturally and came face-to-face with a blond youth.
"Crown Prince."
"...I came quickly upon the emergency summons, but how should I address you?"
"For now... well, use my real name."
"In that case..."
The blond youth, the Crown Prince, bowed deeply with elegant etiquette.
"I greet Her Majesty, Queen Claudia."
* * *
Mana Milk.
Dark Jeanne.
Breast-Shaped Magic Stones.
Penisilin.
Virgin Succubi.
Ruji Coin.
There was still so much I could do, and ideas were overflowing.
However, there was one point I needed to address.
"I think I've pretty much milked the succubi for all they're worth."
"Is that so?"
After having sex in the bathtub, Laura and I were lying in bed, both wearing robes.
"I've milked their breasts and taken the business this far; I've basically extracted everything I can. I'm even selling their pussies now."
The businesses utilizing the succubi had reached a certain level of stability.
Now, I just had to let the rest flow according to plan.
"To expand the business further and make Fermaton even wealthier, I need a new venture."
Even if I continued with the existing planned businesses, I needed a new spark.
I couldn't afford to stagnate.
Seeing Fermaton's sex industry, someone would surely try to imitate it, and eventually, a competitive rival would emerge.
Therefore, I had to move quickly to keep pace.
I had to be several steps ahead of everyone else and be able to run faster.
In other words.
"I need to look for something other than succubi."
I had essentially finished conquering up to the 20th floor, the labyrinth region.
"The price of magic stones is going through a stabilization period, and now there's no reason to worry about what others think when I enter the Infinite Labyrinth."
"Then is the Knight Order finally moving again?"
"Yeah."
For Ruji Coin to sell even better in the future, I had to create another business item.
Something related to sex would be good.
Something unrelated to sex would be even better.
"Do you have something planned?"
"I've drafted a rough plan based on the data, but I need to see the site for myself to make a final judgment."
I toyed with Laura's breast as I met her gaze.
"I need to actively utilize resources that Fermaton doesn't have."
Things that didn't exist on Fermaton's surface.
But things that existed within Fermaton's Infinite Labyrinth.
"From the 21st to the 30th floor, there are rivers and oceans. I'm going to use those."
As it happened...
Summer would be arriving soon.
"The Breast Festival was just a stepping stone for the next phase. Hehehe."
Summer.
An essential season for gacha games.
An event that could never be missed.
"It's swimsuit season."