How Does Brother Namgung Know About the Femboy Concubines…?
“True happiness lies in living without labor or purpose.
Yet I am not a man without a sense of duty like my father, nor am I a man who possesses only duty and no ability like my grandfather.
Once I have built a system that runs perfectly well even if the Emperor does nothing for ten years, I shall never work another day in my life.”
These were words the Emperor often spoke in private to the eunuch he trusted most—Baek Sojin, who would one day come to harbor an utterly twisted affection for him.
In truth, the late Emperor had boasted prodigious stamina, yet after the late Empress—the Emperor’s own mother—passed away while giving birth to him, the late Emperor’s excessive emissions with dozens of concubines a day—regardless of whether those concubines were male or female—led to his early demise. The Emperor before that had devoted at least seven hours a day to state affairs, yet far from achieving any notable results, he had only eroded the nation’s strength rather than preserve it.
Immediately after ascending the throne, the Emperor spent ten years seizing absolute power with the formidable force of over a hundred Peak Masters under Baek Sojin’s command—every last one of them a eunuch, of course—then carried out sweeping, high-intensity reforms. He opened relations not only with the European continent, whose people practiced the heretical arts called magic, but also with the American continent, which possessed advanced technology yet had never properly formed itself into nations. By letting the foreign tribes and vassal states taste the overflowing silver and abundant goods of the Central Plains, he brought them under control.
Thus the faltering empire righted itself, the Mandate of Heaven that had been slipping away was reclaimed, and the greatest prosperity and peace since the founding of the dynasty arrived, ushering in the empire’s age of revival.
It must be added that the reforms did not succeed because the Emperor was some immortal sage who could read the will of Heaven, as the world claimed. Summarizing the factors that allowed the reforms to succeed: the Emperor’s own brilliant mind, the powerful legitimacy of being the late Emperor’s legitimate eldest son, the existence of a personal armed force capable of physically removing the heads of any who resisted, and finally an enormous stroke of heavenly fortune that accompanied every stage of the reforms—fortune on the order of rolling three twelve-sided dice and having all three come up twelve.
At any rate, what was the Emperor who had led that era doing now…?
“Mmm… everything went so well, yet to think it would end up like this…”
He sat leaning against a vast, magnificent bed large enough for ten people to lie upon with room to spare, letting out a soft groan. A faint trace of weariness showed on the Emperor, who from early morning had diligently engaged in vigorous congress until four of his concubines had rolled their eyes back, tongues lolling, and fainted.
“Well, what’s done is done… I suppose I’ll just read a light novel today. That book called Fist of Flame looked interesting.”
The light novel the Emperor mentioned told the story of a man whose entire body had been set eternally ablaze for some reason and who sought revenge; it had only just begun serialization. Its popularity was still low enough that only dedicated readers of light novels would know of it, yet the Emperor—who had nothing but free time thanks to his life of leisure—was thoroughly familiar with every form of entertainment in the Central Plains, including all manner of miscellaneous light novels.
“Ahaa…♡ Your Majesty, please give this humble concubine some attention too…♡”
Bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window beside the bed, a concubine in racy undergarments perched on the edge of the mattress and sent the Emperor a coquettish smile.
“…….”
At that lovely voice, the Emperor quietly regarded the concubine—a peerless beauty of Western origin with golden hair, a palace maid(?), a loyal expert who had mastered the martial arts of the imperial palace, and a capable official…… a eunuch.
“Haa……♡ When you look at me like that……♡”
Receiving his gaze, the concubine twisted his body and let a rapturous smile bloom across his lovely face. When the Emperor stared blankly like this they were delighted to be looked at; when he grew irritated they apologized yet still found his angry face handsome and loved it…… such were his concubines. Outside the bed they showed restraint while serving him, yet the moment they faced him upon the bed, all brakes came off.
“…Mmm…”
The Emperor did not dislike these beautiful concubines who adored him like puppies no matter what their master did, yet looking at them sometimes made him wonder, How did things end up like this?
Contrary to the Emperor’s thoroughly complicated inner thoughts, the soft sensation of flesh wrapped around his arm made his yang member surge upright once more.
“Ah…♡ Seeing such a majestic sight right before my eyes, this humble concubine would die without regret…♡”
Since the Emperor wore not a single thread, the moment the concubine saw the imperial member stiffen he clung to the Emperor’s arm and began to act coquettishly. The innate stamina the Emperor had inherited from his father remained abundant even after rendering four…… femboy concubines unconscious since morning.
Having ascended the throne in his mid-teens and spent the following decade sleeping as little as one hour and at most three hours a day while handling state affairs, the Emperor had never even had time to embrace a woman. Once he began embracing his concubines, the restraints on his lust had come undone, and there was no way an Emperor devoted to a life of leisure would restrain such desires.
Before long the Emperor decided to embrace one more concubine before reading his light novel; he pulled the slender body close and pressed their lips together.
“Heup… chup… chuk……♡”
Covering the concubine’s soft lips, a hot sigh escaped. With one hand he kneaded the plump buttocks, feeling his fingers sink into the soft mass of fat.
“Hoop… op… jjoook♡♡”
In truth buttocks were mere flesh and ought to produce no sensation from mere kneading, yet even that caress alone threatened to turn the concubine’s sighs into fiercer moans of pleasure. Because the concubine’s mouth was sealed by the Emperor’s, however, they ended only as faint whimpers.
Among the femboy concubines some possessed voluptuous figures like Baek Sojin, while others had soft yet androgynous bodies. The one currently locked in a kiss had a massive rear that filled the hand perfectly, yet a chest that was only slightly rounded—what Westerners would call an A-cup.
“Your Majeesty… bestow your imperial grace upon this girl…♡”
When the long kiss ended, the concubine turned and lay face-down, spreading his buttocks to display his rear entrance. Past the chastity belt dripping with pre-ejaculate, above the plump perineum, the vertically split anus greedily fluttered open and closed; its interior writhed like some other living creature, hungrily demanding the imperial member.
“Eunggo, ot………♡♡♡”
Thrust— thrust—
Deliberately inserting only the glans to torment the concubine, the Emperor savored the fresh reactions of the rear flesh while slowly pushing deeper. In the mirror he had installed specifically so he could watch their faces during rear entry, the concubine’s beautiful features twisted as he clenched his teeth and endured the pleasure.
In the course of training in the Femboy Divine Art, their bodies had been developed to a degree that could only be called extremely hypersensitive; they had been conditioned so that the first insertion and the reception of the Emperor’s seed always forced them to climax. Even now, milky fluid rather than clear liquid was streaming from the concubine’s chastity belt—proof that he was desperately struggling not to lose consciousness.
As the Emperor enjoyed that sight, Baek Sojin’s explanation rose in his mind: the fainting concubines were not weak; their brains were simply shutting down the nerves to prevent overload from excessive pleasure.
At last the Emperor buried himself to the hilt and savored the sensation of a thoroughly developed, moist, snug rear hole wrapping around him with springy pressure rather than the fierce constriction of an underdeveloped one. He praised the concubine who had not fainted.
“You endured well. What a good boy.”
“Manggeuk, haopnidyaat………♡♡♡”
Looking at the half-dazed, panting expression of the concubine, the Emperor deliberately recalled how they appeared when serving as his escorts. The strength of those who(?) had mastered the martial arts of the imperial palace. Compared to himself—who had only lightly studied martial arts by carving out scraps of time while handling state affairs for the sake of health (these days he simply lacked time because he was playing)—the concubines, who were at minimum Peak Masters, became utterly helpless and fainted the moment his cock was thrust into them. Merely comparing them in his mind filled him with a male’s sense of conquest: the true overwhelming of a female(?) stronger than himself.
To plunge the concubine thrashing in a river of climax even deeper into climax, the Emperor put strength into his waist—the part of his body most thoroughly trained by countless emissions.
“Ohok…!! Ogok…!”
He pulled out until just the entrance, then slammed forward until his pubic bone struck the buttocks; the belly bulged slightly in the shape of a cock. Fully pressed together flesh to flesh, he bent at the waist and used the hand that had been gripping the buttocks to press firmly on the cock-shaped lower belly. The Emperor watched the concubine squeeze his eyes shut and clutch the bedsheets.
“Ho… ook………!!”
The moment he saw that face, the Emperor decided how he would finish the concubine off.
“Hoo, so this is the best spot, is it?”
As though giving a massage he pressed down on the lower belly and stroked upward; pressure registered on the Emperor’s own cock at the same time as the concubine’s hips jerked forward in little flinches. Eyelids fluttering with spasms until tears of pleasure overflowed, the Peak Master was physically fleeing the touch of an Emperor far weaker than himself, unable to endure the pleasure.
“Eunghook!! Ogoook!!”
The concubine’s moans had now become something almost bestial. Yet the Emperor had no intention of showing mercy; he continued to use the hole like a masturbation tool, stroking the belly to stimulate it. Power entered the muscles inside the perineum and around the entrance; the interior of the hole alternated between soft envelopment and sharp constriction, and the Emperor also felt the direct pressure on his cock from pressing the concubine’s lower belly.
That sensation slowly raised the Emperor’s urge to ejaculate. Continuing to press the belly until the urge nearly peaked, he pulled out to the entrance for the finishing blow, then thrust all the way in once more.
Burrrrt— burrrt— burrrrrrt—
Whether this was the fifth or the fourth ejaculation of the day, even if it was the fifth the volume was enormous—thanks to every tonic, ointment, pill, herb, and spiritual creature Baek Sojin had procured that was said to be good for the body (and stamina). Receiving nearly half a hop—almost ninety milliliters—of seed inside the hole, the concubine opened eyes that had been squeezed shut and gaped without even managing a moan.
After a few breaths, the pupils of the concubine frozen with seed inside him rolled back and vanished completely; his limbs gave way and he collapsed face-down onto the bed.