Chapter 14
Count Tulion liked having his member called a ‘chili pepper,’ and his knight, Chris, was a foul-mouthed bastard.
Unlike the shy Count Tulion, who did his best to be pretty and loved, Chris would regularly talk back to the author with a stream of profanity.
Reading those parts about Chris sometimes made Jeina’s eyes roll back in her head. The more she thought about it, the more infuriating he was.
‘Well, I have to admit, it was all the more entertaining later when he was reduced to a writhing mess, trying to become the author’s plaything…’
Next were Run, Ryun, and Han, the Emperor and Princes of the Eastern Empire. The Eastern Empire was a place even Jeina, who had snooped around many lands, found unfamiliar, which piqued her interest even more.
Unusually, in this family’s case, the two sons sought out the author first. Ryun and Han begged the author to cure their father, who suffered from impotence. Their filial piety was so profound that even those arrogant, stiff-necked royals bowed their heads.
The author told them to show her just how sincere they were with their bodies. It just so happened that the second prince’s pants were already tented. The sight of them, their pride wounded and not knowing what to do… it must have looked so pitiful that the author quietly agreed to go to the imperial palace.
However, dealing with their father, Run, was a different story altogether. When she visited the Emperor’s bedchamber late at night, Emperor Run flew into a rage, scolding his sons.
[“Do you not feel ashamed before your dead mother!”
“Your humble son was still unweaned when Her Majesty, my mother, passed away. I beg your pardon, but I have no memory of her. I simply… could no longer bear to see you, Father, suffering in loneliness night after night.”
“How could you be so foolish! Even if you have cast aside the pride of the royal family, this is beyond the pale…!”
Run, who had only just noticed her presence, halted mid-sentence.
“…Do you think the royal palace is some kind of brothel? Get this wanton woman out of my sight at once!”
“Father, this woman is not a courtesan……”]
The squabbling dragged on and on, until the author, who had been waiting impatiently, finally took matters into her own hands. Ignoring the sons’ filial devotion and the Emperor’s continued fussing, she clamped a hand over his mouth and swiftly began to loosen his garments.
[“M-Mmf… Mmmph…!”
“You think I’d even bother with you if it weren’t for these magnificent b*****s?”
“What is this… F-Father…!”
“Stop this at once! We never intended to cause you distress… Right now! What are you touching?!”
“Ugh…!”
“What’s the matter, Your Majesty? Care to perform in front of your grown sons? Should I continue? Or shall I leave?”]
The option to stop had never truly existed from the start. Fortunately, the Emperor’s ample chest and perky, petite n*****s were very much to the author’s taste.
The author began by greedily kneading and squeezing the Emperor’s plump b*****s. Then, she flicked the two pert tips, before settling into a rhythmic suckling, demanding an answer with her mouth.
[“As she gently channeled magical power into the pair of fruits she so desperately wanted to pluck, the Emperor shuddered, his body twitching. Could he really have been insensate? The outline of his arousal, swollen and straining against the fabric, became clearly visible.”]
In the end, the Emperor turned his face away in shame and begged the author for forgiveness, while his two devoted sons were chased out of the room.
He had boasted and rebelled, vowing he wouldn’t just take this lying down from a wicked sorceress, swearing he’d use all his power to get his revenge.
But in the end, the Emperor was conquered far too easily.
[She twisted his n*****s until they bruised, prodded his u*****a, and spanked his rear until it was on fire. Though he would always squirm in shame, Run, the Emperor of the Eastern Empire, found himself from a certain point on counting down the moments until his next time with her. In the end, he cast aside any royal pride and eagerly presented his b*****s to her.]
And so, there were two pairs of eyes that quietly watched the spectacle of the Emperor, steeped in pleasure, groveling at a woman’s feet…
The two Crown Princes, who had peeked into the Emperor’s bedchamber out of filial concern, were utterly shocked by this new side of their father, who had always been so strict with them. But shock was one thing, and its final destination was quite another…
[“Hah! And here I thought you were just dutiful sons. Turns out you’re nothing but a pair of perverts.”]
…Right in front of the author. Run and Han had thrown the bedroom door open, looking utterly frantic, while Run, unable to hide his panic, clasped his hands over his flushed chest. Confronted with the Emperor—striking a ridiculously modest pose as he tried to hide behind the author—the two princes could only stammer before fleeing the room. Yet, they began secretly seeking out the author whenever their father was occupied with state affairs…
In the end, the author let out a deep sigh at the depraved imperial family and doled out the “treats” to them all. And so, the author ended up devouring the entire family.
Their backsides were strikingly similar, yet each possessed its own unique charm. Jeina was in a constant state of awe.
“Wow. Spanking is such a turn-on… Honestly, they all love getting their butts punished so much…”
Even if that was a misconception, there was no one to correct it, and even if there were, she wouldn’t have heard them.
Jeina was utterly engrossed in the excitement that electrified her entire body.
“Mmgh… It’s so lewd, so dirty.”
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