The Scum Emperor's Redemption System

Chapter 1 Impossible Promise (NSFW)

[Warning: NSFW Scene. Read my Question & Answer Auxiliary Chapter]Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Y-Your Imperial Majesty! It won't fit!"

"Relax," Argider whispered, his hand caressing the whore's face. "I wouldn't want to cause you pain." He applied a thin layer of salve on the tip of his cock.

With a firm grip on their hips, he slowly pushed himself inside the woman, feeling their muscles involuntarily tighten around him as his large shaft stretched the whore almost painfully.

"Hngh!" She whimpered, her lungs heaving up and down as tears spilled from her eyes.

"That's it, whore. Just breathe," Argider coached, his pace maddeningly slow, savoring the feel of their's body conforming to his. Then he thrusted his hips forward, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside.

As he continued to slam himself, Argider angled his hips, searching for that special spot inside the whore that would drive her wild. When he found it, he was rewarded with the girl's sharp intake of breath and an increase in the tightness of her walls.

"Found it." Argider growled, milking the woman's pussy. "Now, be a good girl."

It had been a week later after his ascension to the throne and he was still whoring his way in life.

As the hours wore on, Argider lost count of how many times he came, while the whore's body was pushed to its limits by his relentless fucking. She was used in every position imaginable, her holes stretched and filled until she was nothing but a limp, cum-soaked mess.

Night finally arrived and Argider was sleeping soundly on his sprawling, plush chamber that was tucked away in the corner of the Imperial Palace.

His white-blonde hair caught the light just enough to give him that effortlessly glamorous, — 'I woke up like this' look — like he was born to shine and break hearts all in the same breath.

The night, supposed to be like every other evening where the maids would clean the room from his nightly activities, felt strangely adrift.

The air was a little too still, the dust bunnies a bit too smug. Even the maids seemed to be giving him the side-eye, as if they knew this night would be one for the books.

Why? This wasn't the first time. Argider had never so much as consummated his marriages; instead, he sought out the company of whores.

Thus, his appetite for debauchery was no secret.

It had been the talk of the court ever since he was legitimized as the Emperor's son.

He was a bastard, but a fortunate one.

The late Emperor had been utterly smitten with his mother, unable to resist her charms that she became a favorite consort.

This meant that he had all the favor and protection from his father.

Except his love.

"It's because of that wretched scheme of his cunning mother, isn't it?" The other maid responded in a hushed whisper while her nimble fingers folded the silky, rich fabric of the dress into one.

"His lust is insatiable. Even the throne could not possibly heal it," The other mocked, eliciting a snicker from her companion.

As always, the palace buzzed with endless gossip, and, admittedly, much of it was well-deserved.

But this was precisely what he loathed about palace life.

Schemes lurked in every shadow, each person eager to tear another down.

In a world so drenched in deceit, even the simplest physical pleasures offered a rare and welcome escape.

And... Well, he needed a lot of it.

He laid there, trying to look nonchalant, but the shivery breeze from outside had other plans, teasing his embarrassingly unmuscular arms.

Just as he was about to roll over and curse out the pillows, a loud slam from the bedroom door nearly jolted him out of bed.

Clearly, even his own room had declared war on him. Typical, he thought, with a scowl.

He was born a bastard, produced bastards, and died a bastard.

The blade sank deep into the muscle of his organ that pumped blood causing his breath to grow short.

He was in a state of shock that his body warmth was swept away with a cold flare. "W-Why?..." Argider muttered his last words.

His senses began to fade. The light in his eyes became dim, his scream morphed into a hollow gasp, and the burden on his mind slipped away as he fell onto the granite tiles of the floor.

There was still consciousness flickering that he could see the men kicking his body one last time and carrying him. Afterwards, it was all blank.

"...."

"...."

"Ar....""

Death, it seemed, was surprisingly gentle and empty, offering Argider a soft respite from his mortal existence.

Strangely, the absence of sound should have accompanied the end of his physical body.

No longer tied to his physical form, he pondered why he could hear echoes in the boundless void.

"Ar...."

The echo again. What is it trying to say?...

"...."

"Ar...."

"ARGIDER! WAKE UP!"

A jolt of life entered him, his gaze instantly fixated skyward, his tunnel of vision having a bluer, subdued appearance. It was blurry and hazy.

The weight surrounding him was light and he couldn't decipher where he was until his nostrils felt constricted by liquid.

This instantly triggered a reflex to exhale forcefully, resulting in burning irritation.

He was underwater. How was he here? And most of all... why is he alive?

His arms extended to let the waters guide him to the shore. He swam, his arm stroking and leg kicking gently to reach the other side, salvation almost within his reach.

As the tip of his fingers brushed against the edge of the ground, he jumped from the water and caught it with his bare hands, forcing out a cough and vomited water.

His lungs were inflamed, and there was an unbearable discomfort in his nose.

"Didn't I die?... What kind of sick joke is this?" He groaned, half-coughing, half-laughing, a twisted chuckle caught in his throat, just barely muffled by the ache radiating through him. Somehow, the whole thing was unbearably hilarious, like the universe had pulled off the world's cruelest prank just for him.

However, those feelings were abruptly interrupted as his hand checked his chest because he remembered that a dagger split his heart into two. A sharp exhale escaped Argider's lips.

Instead of a flat surface, there was plumpiness that no man would have. Could it be?...

Argider glanced down, his grip tightening to confirm one more time. Boing. Boing. He had breasts, a woman's breasts. Between his legs, the manhood that he proudly carried as a gifted burden could not be sensed.

The arm of this man also became more slender and sharp, like a stem of flowers that could be plucked with no haste. Then he looked beyond his big bosoms, seeing his reflection.

It was himself - except his white blonde hair now cascaded over his shoulders as it grew longer and his head smaller. There was only one conclusion.

"I... I became a woman?!"

How will he bed his wives and fulfill his promise to his mother?!