The Empress Dowager's Submission
So she means to use her rank to turn me into her sex slave. Sharp woman—I'll give her that. Lust should have melted her brains by now, yet she's still thinking this clearly.
Jincheon smiled at the proof that his opponent still knew how to use her head. A mind like that would be useful in all sorts of ways once he made her his bitch.
"You've already figured it out, but nothing cybernetic—including Bio Devices—works inside this room."
"I don't have any of those, but you've prepared thoroughly, haven't you?"
If Jincheon had been an ordinary lecher, he would have been scrambling for an escape right now. A precision search had left him weaponless. Her bio-modifications outclassed his, and she was armed. Even if he somehow overpowered her, the turrets would open fire in the interval. By every measure it was a crisis—yet Jincheon simply steadied his nerves and offered Eirin a leisurely smile.
"You intend to make me your slave?"
"Yes. There's no implant station here, but I'll formally register you as a slave in Duke Hamilton's territory so you can never run."
"Heh. And then I'll become Her Majesty the Dowager's personal sex slave."
"……."
She offered no denial at the words sex slave.
So this entire mess really is just her lust boiling over.
Having deduced exactly what Eirin wanted, Jincheon took a single step closer.
"There's just one problem. If I become a sex slave, the things Your Majesty actually wants will never happen."
"What?"
"A sex slave has to give pleasure whenever the mistress demands it. But if I'm forced into it as a slave, do you really think you'll feel proper pleasure?"
He closed another step and explained more carefully.
"It would become nothing more than an obligation. You'd never taste the pleasure you felt before. Sex only reaches its peak when both bodies are hungry for each other."
Another step.
"Stop! One more step and I shoot!"
Eirin raised the high-voltage pistol, yet Jincheon neither flinched nor slowed.
"Does Your Majesty want dutiful, obligatory sex… or does she want her body plundered and toyed with until she breaks?"
"Nngh…!"
The phrase plundered dragged the memory of that day's ferocious pleasure across her nerves; her body flinched and trembled.
Exactly as he said, that day Jincheon had treated her like prey to be devoured, stripping away every shred of dignity while flooding her with every kind of ecstasy. Even when she begged him to stop he had slammed into her like a beast, until her mind went white and the Dowager Empress vanished, leaving only a screaming woman.
She swallowed hard without realizing it.
If she made him a sex slave, would he still devour her body the way he had then? No. Free people turned into slaves gradually lost all drive. The image of Jincheon dutifully, listlessly caressing and stimulating her made her realize how badly she had miscalculated.
His hand closed around the wrist that held the pistol and lifted it high.
"Kyaa!"
She cried out, unable even to resist as her arm was forced upward. At a glance the difference in build made it look inevitable, yet Eirin's bio-modifications meant she could have casually overpowered a man of Jincheon's apparent strength with one hand.
"Why aren't you resisting? Your Majesty could brush my strength aside and pin me without effort."
"Ah…."
But the scent of him, now close enough to fill her lungs, was already turning her thoughts hazy.
Not showing my real strength was the right call.
If Jincheon had revealed his true power, Eirin could have rationalized that she had been overpowered simply because he was stronger. Instead he had repeatedly demonstrated nothing more than the strength of a well-trained soldier, leaving her no room for self-justification—only honesty toward her own desire.
"I… I…."
"Do you want it?"
"What?"
"Shall I dig my fingers into your cunt until the insides tear? Shall I put my whole weight behind my cock and pound you raw?"
"Sh-shut up… How dare you speak such filthy…."
She was angry on the surface, yet no one could have mistaken it for genuine rage aimed at escaping the situation.
His free hand plunged into the front of her commander's uniform and seized one of the heavy, swollen breasts.
"Kyaah!"
"What are you doing? You still have another hand and both feet—why not just hit me?"
"St-stop…."
He squeezed harder.
"Hiiit!"
Only the arm holding the pistol was restrained. Everything else was free, yet she offered not the slightest resistance.
"I noticed it last time too—a woman who's given birth has soft, heavy milk-bags that feel wonderful to hold."
"M-milk-bags…?"
"Your tits. Your breasts."
"I know what you mean! How dare you call my breasts something so vulgar—!"
He kneaded them mercilessly through the uniform until the shape deformed under his fingers.
"Hhhhaaang!"
Eirin could only moan, utterly unable to counterattack while her breasts were crushed in his grip.
"If I go any farther the turrets will open fire on me."
"Hnn… nngh…."
Eirin cut power to the turrets linked to her Bio Device. The folded weapons sank back into the walls and vanished.
"Heh. Good girl."
Jincheon released her wrist only to stroke her hair the way one praises a child.
"I am… not a child…."
"Quiet. Kneel."
With the turrets gone he dropped the pretense, shoved her shoulders down and kicked her ankles out from under her until she was forced onto her knees.
"How dare you make me kneel—!"
The last shred of Dowager pride flared; she tried to bark an order—
Whoosh—
Jincheon stripped in a single motion and freed his cock. The heavy shaft swung free with a dull rush of air and hung directly above her eyes, fully erect. Words died in her throat.
"Ah… aah…."
Her bio-modifications had never increased her height or bulk; she had kept her feminine proportions. The cock therefore loomed above her head. Looking up at a length greater than her own face, Eirin's strength drained away and her eyes glazed with rapture.
"Heh-heh-heh. Look at those eyes. From Dowager Empress to bitch in one second flat."
"Bitch…? How dare you call me—!"
Smack!
"Hnn!"
She tried to protest, but Jincheon simply rolled his hips and slapped her face with his cock.
"Y-you bastard…! After doing something like—!"
Smack!
"Hhaaang! Stop… I said stop…."
Smack!
"Hiihnn~~!"
Every time she grew angry he struck her face with the hot, rigid shaft that reeked of pure male musk. Far from anger, she could not even manage resistance; the intoxicating scent and heat left her helpless.
I am the mother of the Giranlek Empire… and I'm being disciplined by a cock….
The woman feared and revered by every noble and commoner in the empire was being lectured by the cock of a lowly mercenary. A humiliation she had never imagined since the day she was born. If she wished she could tear the cock off, crush his balls with one punch. Hundreds of ways to subdue him existed—
Then why does it feel so good…?
Each slap of that cock sent a shiver of pleasure through her; she could not fight it.
"Hey. Want me to ram this cock into your cunt?"
"Th-that… I…."
The thick scent pouring from him was already preparing her body to take it. Proof: the leggings beneath her skirt were growing wet.
"If you want my cock…."
Savoring the fun of shattering her pride, Jincheon lifted the shaft and presented the heavy balls already heavy with the seed ready to flood a woman's cunt.
"Kiss these. Then I'll use my cock on you exactly the way you want."
"Wh-what…!?"
The demand snapped her out of the haze of cock-scent in an instant. Kiss his balls—his filthy balls?
"Y-you're insane! I'd rather kill you than do something like that!"
"You refuse? Fine. Then we're done here."
"Huh?"
When she resisted fiercely, Jincheon simply pulled his underwear back on without a shred of regret.
"I've already got two personal cock-sleeves of my own. An Orobece woman's insides are soft and springy; a Zabalcan woman's cunt clamps down tight and stays at the perfect temperature. Either of them will spread her legs for me anytime, anywhere. Why the hell would I chase after a middle-aged woman like you?"
"What…!"
Humiliation made Eirin tremble. The two women who had been in his arms earlier rose in her mind—young, beautiful, always ready to receive his lust. Meanwhile her own body could no longer find satisfaction without Jincheon's cock.
"I'm completely disappointed in you. Once we're outside I'll delete every recording we made and go back to a simple employer-employee relationship. Keep that in mind."
"!!"
The threat to erase the recordings and return to a cold professional distance struck her heart like a physical blow. Deleting the videos meant he intended to cut all interest in her completely.
"W-wait!"
Desperate, Eirin grabbed the arm of the man who was dressing. Naturally she overpowered him; the clothes he had been pulling on slid off again.
"What?"
"I'll do it! I'll do it, so don't leave!"
In the end pleasure won; she discarded the dignity of the Dowager Empress.
"Then I'll give you one last chance."
This time there was no sly smile—only a blank, cold gaze as he lowered his underwear once more, gripped the erect cock, and lifted it out of the way.
If I refuse again, that look says he'll truly cut me off forever.
Seeing the last spark of lust vanish from the eyes looking down at her, Eirin's heart raced with panic.
What do I do? Do I really have to? My pride as Dowager… no, that isn't the issue right now….
Her thoughts fractured; the blood of a great noble house, the pride of the Dowager Empress, and the raw sexual hunger of a woman fought for control of her mind by the millisecond.
"Looks like you don't want to. We're finished—"
"Wait! I was just about to do it!"
When Jincheon moved to dress again, Eirin surrendered her pride as noble and Dowager for the sake of a woman's happiness. She pushed her face between his thighs. The male scent rising from there was several times stronger than the cock itself and stabbed straight into her nose.
I'm sorry….
She offered a final apology to the husband who had died by assassination, then pressed her lips to the heavy balls.
Smooch—
Soft, yielding flesh met her mouth. Whether from the shock of having crawled between a man's legs to kiss his balls, or from guilt toward her dead husband, tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Haa…."
When she finally pulled away, a clear lipstick print in the perfect shape of her lips remained on the skin. Seeing the undeniable proof of what she had done, Eirin's face flushed crimson all the way to her ears.
"Good girl."
The hard edge left Jincheon's voice; he stroked her hair gently, then gathered her shoulders and waist, lifting her from her knees into a full embrace.
"Let's go to the bed."
He guided her there and stripped the commander's uniform and skirt with practiced ease—he had watched how they came off before, so his hands never faltered.
"Ah…."
Thump!
He pushed her onto the mattress. Left in only soaked underwear and leggings, Eirin collapsed with a soft, helpless moan like a fragile bitch in heat.
This time I'll be gentle… at first.
When conquering a woman Jincheon always alternated brutal assault with sudden gentleness. Especially with someone like Eirin—who had only just discovered a woman's happiness and still had no emotional room to spare—he needed to be tender between the moments of rough pleasure. That rough pleasure was the very root of her addiction to him.
He peeled the leggings away, then the last scraps of underwear, and stood looking down at her body. Even though she had borne a child, her figure was almost unbelievable. A slender waist maintained by ruthless self-discipline. Full E-cup breasts that had grown heavier after childbirth. Perfectly shaped hips. Flawless skin and long, elegant legs that displayed every line of beauty. Except for personal preference about breast size, any man would call the body beautiful. The slight imbalance between the widened pelvis of childbirth and the still-narrow waist proved she had kept the figure by pure willpower rather than bio-modification; otherwise the proportions would have been perfect.
Jincheon stripped completely, settled against her side, and drove three fingers straight into her cunt without warning.
"Hnnngh!"
The sudden invasion tore a startled cry from her throat.
"First I'll give you the pleasure you wanted."
"Haa… haa…."
At the words the pleasure you wanted her face flushed even hotter and her breathing turned ragged.
Schlick! Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick!
"Ahiit! Hhaaaaang!"
The fingers moved like separate living creatures, scraping and stimulating every different direction inside her. Her legs, already spread in an M, lifted off the bed and kicked at empty air, yet Jincheon's hand never slowed.
"Hiiit!"
Sploosh—
"Already coming? Your body was burning up that badly."
She climaxed at once, squirting like a water pistol; Jincheon only noted how desperately aroused she had already been—and therefore scraped even harder.
Sploosh-sploosh-sploosh-sploosh!
"Agaaaah! Khhggguuh!"
Even after she came he refused to stop, digging deeper.
"Deeper—farther inside! Ahaaaang!"
Sploosh— sploosh—
No matter how frantically she had masturbated alone she had never reached climax; now two violent orgasms in rapid succession filled her with overwhelming satisfaction. Yet Jincheon kept stimulating the deepest places without pause.
The… the pleasure… won't stop…!
No matter how many times she came, the chain of ecstasy never broke. Pleasure that exceeded all limits was indistinguishable from torture—yet feeling that torturous pleasure made Eirin experience simultaneous terror that her body was breaking and pure, helpless happiness.