Dictatorship of the Labyrinth City 423

Chapter 423 – Blood Is Thicker Than Water (4)

Instead of blood.

A man whose name was ‘Clarence’ when he came down from the Empire.

Although he still uses the name Clarence, he has one goal.

Killing Rouge Permaten.

Why do we have to kill the person who is now the emperor?

That’s because his family fell because of Rouge Permaten.

As he swallowed up the empire, his family, which had been supporting the emperor, fell.

Even his older brother, a knight, was taken away by the Permaton system, and the story he heard after that was truly the worst.

-Oh, no…! Me, when you see me, hehe!!

Meeting his older brother he was the worst.

He had become a succubus, clinging beneath men’s dicks.

How can you turn a human being, especially a man, into a succubus?

It might have been better if he had killed with honor, but Rouge Permaten probably thought that ‘life is the strongest punishment’, so he almost never killed anyone.

Instead, they turned both men and women into succubi and then turned them into prostitutes to be sexually desired by men.

What a terrifying human being.

Among those who left the continent and moved to other places, including myself, there must have been those who left because they could not accept such actions of the empire.

So he chose.

He crossed the sea, arrived in the south, and tried to use his brains to the fullest to find the strength to oppose the Fermaten.

That place is the desert warriors.

Although the ruling system was at a barbaric level, ruled by a powerful tribal chief and warrior chief called the sultan, their power was clear.

One thing I don’t like is that there was a perception that the ruling class had families and children, meaning that the less blood was mixed, the more noble the lineage was maintained.

It wasn’t a big problem to use it as a blade for revenge.

Especially if it is Sultan Hamar Abdul, who took away Serazade, a princess of noble lineage whom he was trying to take.

“Wow…”

Every time he thought of the morning, Clarence’s whole body trembled with excitement.

“I can’t believe you want Serazade that much. They’re incestuous. Hehe.”

Hamar Abdul fucked women who looked like Serazade until dawn.

Hamar Abdul’s semen was flowing from underneath the women the Janissaries had kidnapped, and Hamar Abdul had completely pushed the women he had kidnapped during the night into his harem his.

“I can’t believe you satisfied all the women and still had your dick erect that stiff in the morning.”

If someone were to ask Clarence to hug more than ten women at the same time, he would say it was impossible without using Fermaten’s sex tools.

If it were an ordinary criminal, he would have put bitch necklaces on the women, turned their sensitivity to max, and stuck his dick in them.

Then, no matter how many times you hit the dick, the woman will leave with a lot of creamy juice.

If you are a man who is not confident in your genitals, you will strengthen your stamina by taking Permaton’s special genital enhancement supplement.

Then, you can squirt out semen as many times as you urinate.

Although Clarence himself hated Rouge Permaten, he sometimes used the sexual tools he created.

That’s why I know better.

“Hamar Abdul, is he the god of sex…?”

He must make full use of those tools to be able to fuck more than ten women, but in reality, Hamar Abdul sent them all away with only his well-trained body and hard penis.

It is even kidnapping and rape.

No matter how much they resigned themselves to crossing over here, they would not be able to sleep so comfortably lying down in front of the Sultan’s legs.

Nevertheless, Hamar Abdul’s expression was somehow unsatisfied, displeased, and full of the expression that ‘I had no choice’.

Although women may be disappointed and lose affection when they see that face, they bow their heads right in front of him because of the magnificent cock and the ecstatic experience of sex.

“He must have been sad that he couldn’t eat the real Serazade.”

Clarence twitched the corner of his mouth.

“If someone is willing to go to war just to get Serazad… Cough, cluck.”

Clarence quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

His hands were smeared with red blood, but he gritted his teeth as he glared northward with bloodshot eyes.

“I will definitely avenge you, Rouge Permaten…!”

“What?”

“Ah, Sultan.”

Clarence hurriedly bowed at the sound of a low voice coming from behind him.

“Don’t sleep any longer.”

“I slept enough. More than that, Permaton…?”

The Sultan came out, barely dressed, and glared at Clarence with half-sunken eyes.

“Do you want revenge on Fermaten? Minister.”

“Well, of course…”

Clarence felt puzzled as he answered.

Don’t you already know?

Of course, the person who accepted him as a member of this desert was none other than the Sultan-

“Me too.”

“…Ah!”

“I declare. I will definitely get revenge on Fermaten.”

“W-As expected…!”

“So.”

The Sultan approached and held Clarence’s shoulder tightly with his hand.

“Come find me tonight.”

“Yes, yes…?”

“I would like to talk closely with you about how to get through this.”

“…!!”

A strong hand holding my shoulder tightly.

“Yes, my king—!”

Clarence exclaimed with greater joy than ever before.

And that night.

“Quaaaaah, Sultan, Sultan!!”

Clarence is dead.

* * *

Three days later.

Lambert settled down safely as Hamar Abdul’s doppelganger.

“Is there any problem, Lambert?”

[Yes. We solved it ourselves.]

“Specifically, what?”

[A noble from the empire was acting as a trickster. I called it as an excuse to plan an invasion against the empire at night, and it was delicious.]

“I see.”

Over the course of three days, he killed a nobleman from the continent who was plotting in the south.

“Did anyone notice?”

[Fortunately, there were none. After eating, he cut off his head and threw it outside, telling the warriors, ‘I dared to covet the sultan’s woman.’]

“You begged to my face to let me eat the king’s woman with you?”

[Yes. Since it was Serazade’s fake, he asked me to taste his back his hole his, so I repaid him just like that. The warriors did not notice.]

“Good job. A bastard who wants to covet his master’s woman must be punished.”

Just as Hamar Abdul did, Lambert was able to carry out his mission safely and faithfully.

“What else? The kidnapped women may be dissatisfied and not cooperate.”

[…

“Lord Lambert?”

[That.]

Lambert said.

What sacrifices did he make for the mission?

“…Thank you for your hard work. As soon as I return, I will prepare a special dinner for you.”

As someone who gives orders to others, I ended up forcing Lambert to do something he shouldn’t have done.

“I never thought you would do that. If I can, I will do as much as I can for you.”

[Then…]

“…Dildo, I’ll allow it to some extent.”

[Ah, ah…!!]

Even though it is beyond the crystal ball, it sounds like someone is having an orgasm.

‘Did they give me permission for no reason?’

To be honest, it’s a bit creepy, but shouldn’t a knight who does his best in his mission be given the most appropriate reward?

[Thank you for your words, but I cannot bear even an imitation of your Majesty’s things. I’m sure His Majesty will continue to pay attention. I will only accept your heart.]

“Gyeong.”

[It’s a bit hard to say it’s a substitute, but is it okay for ‘us’ to eat all the warriors in this desert?]

“…”

Ah.

What a great article.

“Good.”

I had no choice but to give orders.

“Go ahead.”

Probably by now.

On the southern continent, men with suspiciously agile movements would have arrived in the desert.

* * *

“Hwaam.”

The desert warrior and Janissary, Zamar Tamahan, looked up at the night sky while trying to suppress a long yawn.

“It’s war.”

He turned his head back.

There are many angular buildings unique to the desert, but their appearance is shabby compared to the city beyond the sea –

“It’s desolate.”

Literally, it was desolate.

To put it positively, it can be said that it is a form of adaptation to the environment, but objectively speaking, it can be said that it is living a truly harsh life.

“We also want to live in a place with lush grass and a lot of water.”

The desert is difficult to live in.

The sand is blowing and it is difficult to even drink a sip of water.

So when Meradin and Serazade left for the north, more people than expected followed them to the north.

I understand.

Zamar had visited the empire several times on his missions, and it was a really nice place to live, even on the coast.

So, if a war is started and the land is taken over, at least those who contributed-

“…”

In the dark.

“Who…Ugh?!”

Something appeared and swung something towards Jamar.

“Whip?!”

It’s different from what the Janissaries use, but its traces can be seen somewhere even in the dark –

“Rose…Rose?”

It was the flower I saw in the bush beyond the sea.

“This can’t be…?”

“Baby…”

Jeopuk, Jeopuk.

“If you stay calm, you won’t get hurt.”

In the darkness, a man appeared holding a whip full of rose scent.

“Who are you…!”

“I, um, don’t need to know.”

Grinning.

“I came to pick peppers.”