The Scum Emperor's Redemption System

Chapter 69 Duty (NSFW)

"ah!" fialova cried out, her hips bucking up involuntarily.

the feeling of argider's hot, wet mouth engulfing her was almost too much to bear. it was so wet and slippery inside that her veins throbbed even more as the blood kept on pumping. obviously, she still wasn't used to the sensation of having a penis. it was weird. not the good kind of weird. just overall weird.

but it was undeniably good that she wouldn't have it removed.

their tongue worked its magic, together with slippery lips to drive fialova to the brink of madness. it was a bit painful everytime her sensitive shaft made contract with argider's teeth that she would slightly jump. it seems that the emperor wasn't as experienced either.

although, just when fialova thought she couldn't take anymore, the sensations halted. "not so fast, my love. we have all day."

argider crawled back up on her fifth's body, positioning herself above her. she felt so needy after all that coldness she felt. she needed something to fill her up and reach her tingly depths as relief. of course, those thoughts would never come out from her lips. there was some lingering manhood inside heart.

finally, she sank down onto fialova's cock, enveloping her in tight, slick heat. they both groaned at the exquisite feeling of joining.

seting a languid pace, her hips rolled in sinuous waves while the other tried to match her movements, thrusting up to meet her. the room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - the creak of the bed, the slap of flesh on flesh, their mingled moans and gasps.

"oh... hngh... aah..."

"ah! a-argider..."

as their pleasure built, they lost themselves in each other, chasing that perfect peak. the riding became harder, faster, that argider's nails dug into fialova's shoulders while her hips were gripped.

in the end, they came together in a blinding surge of ecstasy, crying out each other's names. argider collapsed onto fialova's chest, both of them panting.

after their session of lovemaking, argider flopped into the fur-lined coat like a bird reluctantly nesting for the winter. the crown sat awkwardly on her head, its weight more symbolic than physical, but still heavy enough to remind her she had responsibilities.

ugh.

she glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusting the crimson imperial gown that hugged her frame like it had been tailored for someone far more majestic.

uzak's face grew serious, and he gestured toward the towering double doors at the end of the hall. "and besides that subject... throne room is... full. citizens from all three districts are here, but most are from the downward district."

argider groaned. "oh, great. nothing says 'good morning' like a full-blown parade of grievances."

but curiosity tugged at her as she pushed the doors open. the sight that greeted her made her falter. continue your journey on empire

the throne room was packed. it wasn't just the usual gaggle of council members and wealthy elites. no, this was different.

there were farmers with dirt still clinging to their boots, mothers clutching wide-eyed children, merchants with worn ledgers tucked under their arms.

the poor were the majority, their patched clothing and weary faces a stark contrast to the gilded room.

"whoa," argider muttered, scanning the crowd. "when did this place turn into a festival market?"

"they've come to see you," uzak said quietly. "some are from upward, midward... and many are from the downward district. they..." he hesitated. "they need you."

the downward district. just the name brought back a flood of memories she'd rather leave buried.

as a child, she and her mother had hidden there, scraping by in the shadows to avoid her father's wrath.

it wasn't a place of noble suffering or romanticized poverty. it was survival at its rawest, where corruption and desperation reigned.

she took a slow breath, adjusting the crown on her head. "let me guess. they want miracles, money, or magic solutions."

"some of them," uzak admitted. "but not all."

argider strode toward the throne, her boots clicking against the polished floor. "well, let's see what flavor of complaints i'm dealing with today."

as she ascended the steps to her throne, she cast one last glance at the sea of faces before her. there were so many. too many.

she plopped onto the throne with far less grace than the council would approve of, draping herself dramatically over one armrest. "alright, let's get this over with. who's first?"