Chapter 118
There was no explanation other than that she had been blessed by magic’s love—the current Emperor was an exceptionally gifted mage, even among past emperors. When his talent became known, the temple had gone into emergency meetings to devise countermeasures.
Even the Pope had resigned himself to holding his breath while the Emperor remained on the throne. But as they say, even the darkest hole sees the sun—and now that proud Emperor had bowed his head and walked right in.
The Pope was seized by the impulse to force those stiff legs to bend, to make him kneel and beg just once. But he held back, knowing crossing that line would be unforgivable. Instead, he solemnly declared:
“The ritual cannot be witnessed by outsiders. Even the Emperor is no exception.”
Meaning: Wait here.
The Emperor’s eyelids twitched, but he did not object.
The Pope and the priests led Jaha, who wore a dazed expression, into the sacred chamber. They stripped her clothes off, leaving her completely bare, and laid her on the altar. Jaha offered no resistance and remained still.
“They said she was an idiot—seems it’s true,” the Pope chuckled. In truth, there was no need to undress her for the ritual. They simply wanted to see the famed Emperor’s woman for themselves.
“What a lewd body. Look at these b*****s—they’d swallow most c***s whole,” one priest groped her chest. Another pried her legs apart to inspect her most private place.
“Smooth as silk down here, not a single hair. And such a pale color.”
He dragged a finger along her slit, then rolled her c**t between his fingers. When her n****e was pinched, Jaha’s back arched at the sensitive stimulation. Watching her hole quiver and glisten, he licked his lips.
“Look how fast she gets wet—seems the Emperor trained her to be very sensitive.”
Another priest pushed a finger into her a*s.
“This side… No parasitic demons, but judging by her reaction, it’s well-trained. Did he keep something in here before pulling it out?”
“Look at all this juice. It’s so slippery, it’d be hard to even push in properly.”
A priest inserted his middle finger into her slit, then gripped her mound with his remaining fingers and began shallow thrusting. When he twisted the inserted finger gently, Jaha let out a pained moan, her back trembling.
“Aren’t her n*****s quite plump? The Emperor must suck on them daily—look how lewd they’ve become.”
The priest fondling her chest tugged on her thick n*****s to show them off. One after another, they took turns putting them in their mouths.
“Mmm, they’re tasty to suck.”
“It’d be even better if milk came out.”
As the men incessantly bit and sucked on both peaks, Jaha whimpered weakly, her body writhing.
The same happened elsewhere.
“As expected of the Emperor’s toy—her hair is so well-maintained. I could rub my c**k here.”
“Seems she hasn’t done hard labor. No calluses, just softness.”
“Look, her waist is so sensitive. Just stroking it makes her squirm.”
“When her b******s are slapped, she clenches and drips. Our Imperial Majesty has taste.”
Lustful hands roamed every part of Jaha’s body—her sides, stomach, thighs, b******s—nowhere was left untouched. Under the relentless groping, she grew thoroughly aroused.
“Nn, ahh…!”
“Know your limits. What if the Emperor notices?”
The Pope, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. Gripping his e***t member, he rubbed it against Jaha’s lips—a blatant contradiction of his words that drew stifled laughter from the priests.
After striking Jaha’s lips with the tip, the Pope commanded:
“I shall bestow holy water. Open your mouth wide and receive it, Emperor’s w***e.”
Jaha, who had been motionless no matter what was done to her, stared at the flesh hovering near her face.
Having endured this countless times, she knew what it demanded. But something felt different. It was starkly unlike the usual.
“Small.”
The Pope froze. The priests, busy violating Jaha in their own ways, also halted mid-action and instinctively glanced at the Pope’s.
Flustered, the Pope’s face flushed red as he sputtered:
“S-Small?! By any measure, it’s above average!”
“Short.”
Jaha was merely stating her honest observation. She had no intent to insult—it was just shorter and thinner than the ones she knew.
The Pope turned crimson, then pallid, protesting:
“S-Short?! The length is above average too! Look—aren’t the other priests worse off than me?”
The priests reflexively hid their bulges or shifted their hips back, for the Pope spoke true. But Jaha didn’t bother inspecting the others as instructed.
Except when chasing primal pleasure, Jaha barely reacted even to the Emperor’s repeated orders. Why would she heed the Pope?
“Thin.”
The Pope was struck dumb by the triple hit. His half-e***t member completely wilted, shriveling in defeat.
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