The Tyrant Queen Tears Apart the Semen Thief
Perhaps it was thanks to a lesson so thorough it wrung the tears right out of her.
Beatrix firmly resolved never to cross that line again.
Kristia, Wilhelmina, Maria.
The three dick sleeves left the Eastern Royal Palace obediently, though not without regret. All of them looked thoroughly refreshed thanks to the unexpected rewards they had received. Their only slight disappointment was missing the chance to see Beatrix wearing her chastity belt.
Happiness begins with abandoning greed.
Beatrix mulled over her newly acquired lesson and tilted her head. Right now she sat upon the throne in the great hall, gazing down at the ministers lined up before her.
“The Magic Tower is sending someone?”
“Yes. They have sent word that they will pay a visit soon.”
Rose, head of the Intelligence Bureau, placed a hand over her chest and bowed. Maintaining contact with the outside world was also part of the Intelligence Bureau’s duties.
Tap. Tap.
Beatrix’s finger lightly drummed the armrest of the throne. Albert sat beside her, quietly holding his place. As always, simply shutting up and keeping his mouth closed was the most comfortable course.
“Hmm……”
When Beatrix hummed in thought, the other ministers bowed their heads as if they had been waiting for the cue. Their faces showed clear fear of what might happen if they locked eyes with her now.
The Magic Tower—an association and organization of mages—was sending an envoy. It was not unheard of, yet rare enough that Beatrix had no choice but to deliberate.
“And you don’t know the reason?”
After some consideration she asked, and Rose cautiously lifted her head.
“Yes. As it is an important matter, they say they will reveal it upon personally meeting Your Majesty. And… I apologize, but the Magic Tower is so closed-off that even background investigation is difficult.”
“I see.”
As if saying she already knew, Beatrix’s expression turned uninterested. Rose had been worried she might be punished for incompetence. She patted her chest and let out a long inward sigh. It felt as though she had just been dragged back from the brink of death.
“The size of the envoy?”
“It’s not even enough to call an envoy. One mage who can use spatial leap… teleportation, and one more mage. Two people.”
“So just a request for an audience. But… teleport?”
Beatrix’s eyes took on a curious gleam. Mages who could use teleportation were few even in the Eastern Magic Tower—few enough to count on one hand. The same held true for the Magic Towers of other nations.
“Treat them appropriately when they arrive. No need to prepare with excessive care.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
As Beatrix’s gaze settled, the ministers answered in unison. As long as the reception did not feel like a cold shoulder or outright indifference, there would be no major problem. Mages were people far removed from empty formalities, after all.
“Then I’ll adjourn for today. Everyone may leave.”
When Beatrix dismissed the court, all the ministers filed out of the great hall. The once spacious chamber felt terribly empty once vacated.
“This is unusual.”
Albert rose belatedly and spoke. Mages who lived in the Magic Tower were sedentary and reclusive; mages who spent their entire lives holed up inside the tower until the day they died were not even rare.
“Indeed. We’ll know when we meet them.”
Meaning there was no answer for the moment. Albert nodded as if he understood. He was worried, yet at the thought of seeing a mage for the first time in his life, his heart pounded. Beatrix herself was an excellent mage, but her impression was far more that of a monarch than a mage. She merely regarded magic as a tool; she had never devoted her life to it.
“By the way.”
Beatrix moved her feet, glancing sidelong at Albert walking beside her. She looked as if she had something she wanted to say.
“Yes. Please speak.”
When Albert smiled and invited her, Beatrix’s hesitant mouth slowly opened.
“I hear you’ve been getting a lot of contacts from people around you lately? Isn’t it annoying? If it’s bothersome, shall I get rid of them for you?”
In that instant Beatrix’s eyes flashed sharply.
“Huh? Uh… No. You don’t have to do that.”
As Beatrix showed excessive enthusiasm, Albert shook his head looking awkward. The way she tried to dispose of people simply because they were annoying was very much like a tyrant, but…… As for Albert, he wanted to decline this bloodthirsty kindness. They had not done anything wrong; they were merely trying hard to get on his good side.
Two days after receiving word of their arrival.
Beatrix and Albert were once again engaged in intimate acts inside the office. Having only recently been forgiven by Albert, she was extremely devoted—so much so that “extreme” was no exaggeration.
“Mmm… put it in a little more.”
Beatrix stroked her bulging belly and laid bare her desire. Even though she could feel the semen vividly through uterine sex, it still seemed insufficient. Albert slowly nodded and reached with both hands to grip the thighs of Beatrix, who was perched on the desk. Or rather, he tried to.
“Your Majesty. Forgive the interruption, but the mages have arrived. I have guided them to a side chamber first……”
If only a maid had not knocked lightly on the door.
Grind!
Beatrix ground her teeth with an expressionless face. The light had vanished from her pupils, leaving them empty to the point of feeling like an abyss.
Whoa… she’s genuinely terrifying.
Watching the woman silently radiate fury, Albert broke into a cold sweat inwardly. His aroused body cooled in an instant, going past lukewarm all the way to cold.
“Please wait just a moment.”
Albert raised his voice in Beatrix’s stead and pressed his lips to the swollen lower belly of the female. Thanks to that, Beatrix’s gaze softened considerably.
“We’ll finish the rest this evening.”
He cast a purification spell and fumbled his pants back on; Beatrix slowly climbed down from the desk as well. She straightened her clothes and flattened her previously swollen lower belly. Her lower abdomen, marked with her sex, sparkled as it completely absorbed every last drop of the semen that had filled her womb.
Snap!
When Beatrix lightly flicked her fingers, a dry aura began to circulate through the once-steamy room. The milky mist thick with sweat and heat, the beastly stench that had filled the chamber—all of it vanished cleanly.
“Take them to the reception room. I’ll head there myself.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
When Beatrix spoke the short command, the maid waiting outside hurriedly withdrew. Even as she walked down the corridor she kept sighing and patting her chest, still feeling as though she had barely escaped with her life.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
Beatrix and Albert left the office a little later and made their way to the reception room. When they reached the door, the maid standing guard hastily bowed her head.
“Your Majesty, you have arrived.”
“Mm. Are they inside?”
“Yes.”
When the maid quietly stepped two paces back, Beatrix opened the reception room door with an uninterested expression.
They’re real mages, all right.
Clean yet somehow slovenly appearances. Faces worn with fatigue. And the black robes that could be called the typical attire of mages. Albert’s eyes sparkled as he watched the two women rise from the sofa together.
“Thank you for granting us an audience.”
The mage who seemed a little older bowed first. She looked older, yet there was not a single wrinkle on her face—merely the difference between a young married woman who had borne a child and a maiden who had not.
“Sit.”
When Beatrix strode into the reception room, the two mages slowly took their seats. Albert followed behind Beatrix and sat on the sofa beside her. Ordinarily Beatrix ought to have taken the seat of honor, but she deliberately chose the opposite side. It made it easier to meet each other’s eyes while talking.
“What’s your business?”
Straight to the point the moment they sat. The married-looking mage, Jenny, thought that was convenient and opened her mouth.
“I have come regarding a matter that requires Your Majesty’s approval. In a manner of speaking, it involves laying hands on the common people.”
“What?”
Perhaps because of the words about laying hands on people, Beatrix’s eyes sharpened. Her face remained expressionless, yet it was clear her mood had soured. Albert’s kiss had calmed her anger somewhat, but that was all—it had not fully dissipated. Hearing someone talk about touching her people on top of that could only grate.
“To be precise, I mean those who commit crimes in the shadows.”
Perhaps because Jenny added the clarification quickly and calmly, Beatrix’s gaze returned to indifference.
“Specifically?”
“The sort of bandits Your Majesty personally subjugated, the ones who made a living from human trafficking. There may also be loan sharks who have gone too far.”
“And what do you intend to do with those you’ve caught?”
“Exactly as it sounds—use them as experimental subjects for magic. They have already committed crimes worthy of death, after all.”
And doing so would inevitably catch Beatrix’s eye. Jenny swallowed the rest of her thoughts and merely smiled faintly.
“What kind of experiment?”
When Beatrix showed a subtle flicker of interest, Jenny opened her mouth as if she had been waiting.
“While researching body-enhancement magic I tried changing the method. But I’ve never actually used it, so I want to verify a few things—whether the formula proceeds as calculated, and if errors occur, what side effects appear.”
“Playing with people is a bit much, isn’t it?”
“Uh… um……”
Jenny’s eyes widened in surprise. Hearing such words from the mouth of a tyrant who treated human lives like flies was startling enough.
“Killing and playing with them are different.”
As if she had read Jenny’s inner thoughts, Beatrix frowned. The voice that answered was ice-cold.
“I apologize.”
Jenny immediately bowed her head. Even if she was one of the finest mages on the continent, she was nothing before a tyrant. Moreover, the current Tower Master of the Eastern Magic Tower shared a sister-disciple relationship with Beatrix, which made it all the more true.
“Raise your head.”
“…Yes.”
When Jenny slowly lifted her head, a short sigh escaped Beatrix’s lips.
Using people for experiments…
Even in the modern world clinical trials happened, but how was one supposed to feel about this? Albert kept his mouth tightly shut and tried to sort out the thoughts that threatened to grow complicated. He stayed quiet because he had nothing to say, yet he already guessed that permission would ultimately be granted. If they had intended to use ordinary people he would have opposed it without hesitation, but targeting the rotten sort who needed punishment made it hard to voice an easy opinion.
“Even filthy scum, so long as they live on this land, must not be touched without my permission. You lot must not simply snatch them away as you please.”
“Does that mean…?”
When Beatrix offered her opinion obliquely, Jenny tilted her head. It was hard to judge whether it was permission or refusal.
“I’ll select suitable ones and personally organize a subjugation force. I’ll go along as well.”
“Your Majesty personally?”
Talk of organizing a subjugation force was the same as saying she would hand them over. Yet Jenny tilted her head at the mention of Beatrix going herself.
“Of course. What am I supposed to trust if I send only you lot?”
“Ah… yes. That is true.”
When distrust was laid bare so openly, a hollow smile tugged at Jenny’s lips.
“First, one question. Is this the will of the Magic Tower?”
When Beatrix posed the question, Jenny straightened her expression and answered.
“No. This is my personal will. This experiment is my personal affair.”
“Meaning that under ordinary circumstances you would not even have needed to come.”
“Yes. Had people not been necessary… I would not have behaved so rudely.”
Even if they were scum, snatching people according to her own taste would offend Beatrix’s eye. Jenny had moved precisely to avoid that outcome.
“You seem well aware that you are being rude.”
“I apologize.”
“Enough. In the end I am the one who accepted the audience. Both you and I value our time, so we should settle this as quickly as possible.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Jenny smiled faintly and nodded. If possible she would have preferred not to leave the Magic Tower at all and simply research, but people were necessary, so she had no choice but to waste time like this. There was no need to voice that inner thought.
“Well then, what will you offer as payment?”
“As soon as this magic is completed I will present the formula, and beyond that I intend to pay twenty magical items as compensation. Will that be insufficient?”
A magic formula plus twenty items. Even if the items were nothing special, twenty of them would still be worth a fair sum. Factoring in the benefits gained from the subjugation itself, it was a reasonably attractive proposal. Beatrix finished her thoughts and slowly opened her mouth.
“Very well. And for the time being, stay in the palace.”
“Understood. That will be more convenient for Your Majesty as well.”
“Don’t try anything foolish.”
“Of course. I would not dare defy a monarch’s command. Then, I shall take my leave.”
Jenny rose slowly with her disciple, offered her respects, and left.
So that man is the famous male everyone’s talking about?
Just before stepping out of the office, Jenny turned her head slightly and took in Albert’s face. Then she immediately turned away again and left the room.