Chapter 845 – 845. A Tyrant For You
Linda felt nauseous.
Unpleasant memories surfaced. Memories from her past life. Back in high school, she had experienced a similar situation. A dirty drink she was forced to swallow. The mocking gazes of the girls watching her.
Squeeze.
It was Myura who grabbed Linda’s trembling hand.
Myura, with tears welling up in her eyes, said,
“It can’t be helped, Linda. Just this once… Just get through this once.”
It can’t be helped.
This was something that couldn’t be avoided. The other party was someone who had the power to assault a Marchioness and receive an apology from the Marquis and Marchioness instead of being condemned. It was incomparable to the situation in her past life.
The daughters of a Baron and a declining Count could be killed with a flick of a finger.
Step, step.
Among the five debutante ladies, the first to move wasn’t Linda or Myura. It was a lady with black hair and a somewhat broad face. She grabbed the end of her shoe and dipped it into the glass. She filled her shoe with the drink mixed with Princess Ernel’s urine. She hesitated for a moment before gulping it down.
Giggle, giggle.
Ernel smiled with satisfaction. A few other ladies besides her also laughed. The only good thing was that there were few who laughed.
“Congratulations on your debut.”
“…Thank you, Princess Ernel… May I put on my clothes?”
“The debutante is just beginning. Have her stand next to me.”
“…Yes.”
Ernel’s gaze turned to the remaining four ladies. Another lady moved towards Ernel.
Linda felt a sense of pressure.
What should she do?
If she gave in here, it would be easier. She knew this from her past life.
This was a kind of initiation ceremony, a ritual to weed out the impure. If you didn’t follow, you became an enemy. And being marked by Ernel meant certain death.
‘I don’t want to. Why should I abandon my dignity for that woman’s pleasure…! But if I don’t…’
Linda’s gaze turned to Layla. Because they shared the same blood, because they used the same surname, she would also be marked by Ernel.
Linda could see why Layla was different from the original story. She had already given up, succumbed, and compromised with reality.
Layla was saying with her eyes. Just endure it. Calmly kill your emotions and don’t go against Ernel.
Myura’s hand, which had been holding Linda’s, fell away. Before she knew it, Myura was the fourth to approach Ernel. Myura wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. Her brave attitude seemed several times stronger than her own.
Tears welled up in Linda’s eyes. She was scared and resentful of the situation, but there was nothing she could do.
-Shall I help you?
A man’s voice was heard. A voice with a strange weight. It was the voice of the picky ancient spirit who only asked when he was bored or wanted to.
-The barrier here is suppressing my power, but there’s no way a spirit like me would be defeated by something like this. Even if my power hasn’t fully recovered, I can help you. I can kill the women here, or I can take you and run away.
Neither option was a good choice.
If Ernel died, she would turn the Emperor and the Grand Duke of the North into enemies. If that happened, she would be captured, tortured, and killed.
Run away? She would be marked by Ernel. The Valentine family would be ruined, and she could be tortured to death as well.
“You’re more spirited than you look, Miss Jurand.”
“T-Thank you, Princess Ernel.”
Myura’s turn was over.
Now there was only one left, Linda. Everyone’s eyes turned to Linda. Linda walked forward with trembling legs.
-You’re so stupid. I said I’d help you?
‘…You’re the stupid one. You can’t end this situation with your power alone. If I resist… not only me, but even my sister Layla will die.’
Three weeks.
During that time, she had grown fond of Layla.
Layla, who seemed cold, took good care of her. Even if it was for her own sake, she had grown fond of her, so there was nothing she could do. She didn’t want to see Layla being tortured, or see her resent her.
-Hah… I can’t understand it. Why are you trying to endure humiliation?
‘You don’t know the human world.’
-…Tsk. Just know one thing. I’m disappointed in you.
‘……’
Linda grabbed the end of her shoe and put it into the glass, lifting it up. The liquid, which had turned slightly yellow, smelled strongly of alcohol instead of urine.
Enduring Ernel’s mocking gaze, she brought the shoe to her mouth. The drink entered her mouth. It was strong. In both her past and present life, it was the strongest alcohol she had ever tasted.
It was a relief. Thanks to that, she couldn’t taste the urine.
“You’re Layla Valentine’s younger sister, right? You sisters are beautiful.”
“…Thank you, Princess Ernel.”
Ernel clapped her hands. Following her, all the ladies in the banquet hall clapped.
“Well, the debutantes’ initiation ceremony has taken its first step. Shall we move on to the next stage?”
First step.
It was just the beginning.
Ernel wasn’t so easy to get past with just this.
Linda and the other five debutante ladies turned pale.
After that, they were forced to sing and dance according to Ernel’s orders. It might seem normal, but all five debutante ladies were naked. Even if they were all women, it was embarrassing to be naked among so many people.
And as time went on, the level of intensity was increasing.
Crawling on the floor on all fours for a race, Myura falling out of the race and licking Ernel’s feet, drinking penalty shots. Or losing a verbal fight with Ernel and getting whipped. Especially in games with Ernel, they had to lose no matter what.
“Haa. That was fun.”
Ernel said. She ordered the maids to bring incense burners. The hazy smoke from the incense burners crawled across the ceiling. It was a drug.
Then, the maids didn’t just leave, they took Myura with them. Ernel didn’t stop the maids. Linda was envious of Myura, but also relieved.
“Next, let’s move on to the second part. Ah, Miss Linda is an exception.”
At Ernel’s gesture, the other ladies moved. They grabbed the other three ladies except for Linda and put them on the table.
Ernel smiled wickedly and picked up something.
It was a thick, black dildo shaped like a man’s genitals.
Kiss.
Ernel kissed the tip of the dildo. It looked familiar and very lewd.
“Unfortunately, you all are not up to par, so you’ll have to be satisfied with this dildo. Hehehe.”
Ernel approached one of the ladies. She forced her way between the legs of the other lady, whose legs were forcibly spread apart, and rubbed the dildo against her vulva.
“N-No… Please, please don’t do this, Princess Ernel…!”
“How insolent. But I understand since it’s your first time. But I’ll only let it slide once. If you say anything insolent again, your family will fall, and your partner will become a pig.”
“Hiiiik…”
Thwack.
The dildo pierced the lady’s vulva. Her hymen was torn, and blood flowed onto the floor.
“Aaaah! Aaaah!”
Ernel didn’t care and shook the dildo back and forth. The more the lady screamed, the more Ernel enjoyed it.
‘She’s crazy…!’
Someone grabbed Linda’s shoulder as she unknowingly took a step back. It was Layla.
“S-Sister!”
“You did well, Linda. Now you just have to do well in the last part. Then everything will be fine.”
“L-Last part…!”
“You and Myura are different from those ladies. You’re lucky to have been born with beauty.”
Layla closed her mouth.
Ernel pierced all the ladies’ virginities with the dildo and smiled with satisfaction.
“Let’s end the debutante initiation ceremony with this. Miss Linda, please wait a little longer. Now, shall we start our banquet?”
“Yes, Princess Ernel.”
The ladies answered.
The maids started doing something, and the center of the banquet hall split open, and something appeared on the floor. It was an arena blocked by glass.
Inside the arena was a woman. She was a muscular female barbarian with a height of over 2 meters. Her voluptuous breasts also seemed to be made of muscle. Her abs were clearly defined, and her thighs were incredibly thick. She was comparable to a horse.
Linda was shocked when she saw the female barbarian’s crotch. It had a large man’s genitals attached to it.
“Don’t be surprised. The dark mages made her like that.”
Layla said calmly.
Then the maids moved. They put four women who looked like commoners into the arena. All of the commoner women had one thing in common: they were ugly.
“Begin.”
Ernel’s command was given. The battle between the female barbarian and the four commoner women began. The numerical difference was meaningless. The female barbarian overwhelmed the commoners and won. Then, the female barbarian began to rape and kill the commoners.
Ernel laughed as if it was fun, and the other ladies watched with interest. Even Layla, whom she had trusted, stared intently at the arena.
Madness.
This banquet hall was full of madness.
“Miss Linda Valentine.”
The maids approached Linda. Linda was startled. She looked at the maids with fear-filled eyes.
“Linda, go. It won’t be dangerous. If I were to give you advice… just enjoy it. It’ll feel good. With this, our family is guaranteed for 30 years.”
Layla said with a smile. Linda, who was being held by the maids and leaving the banquet hall, couldn’t understand.
Linda walked down the hallway with the maids and entered a room alone. The maids didn’t dare cross the threshold.
“You’ve come.”
There was a man with black hair and black eyes there. Linda recognized him at once. He was the Emperor, known as the Tyrant. Eugene Bellacarus.
Linda’s gaze turned to the side of the Emperor. Myura, in a disheveled state, was collapsed on the bed. Myura, who was breathing heavily, had her tongue sticking out of her mouth and had a blissful expression. There was a white liquid between her buttocks.
“Your Majesty…”
Linda understood the situation.
“Don’t just stand there, come to me.”
“Y-Your Majesty. I…”
“Enough with the greetings. I know about you.”
The Emperor gestured. Linda, overwhelmed by his charisma, slowly walked into the bedroom. On the wide bed, not only Myura but also other beauties were sprawled out.
“You’re even more pleasing up close. Hehe.”
His hand grabbed Linda’s voluptuous breast. Linda’s mind snapped back to reality. This could be an opportunity.
“Ugh, Y-Your Majesty.”
Linda felt her body gradually heating up as her breasts were being fondled. The reaction of her body was bewildering.
“What is it? Do you have something to say?”
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty. I have good information that might interest you. With that information, the Empire can develop faster.”
The Emperor stared at Linda’s face for a while before lowering his hand that was fondling her breast.
Just like she had worked for the Empire in the original novel, mentioning the Empire worked as expected.
“The development of the Empire, you say. You speak interestingly. I’ll give you exactly three minutes.”
Linda racked her brain. The three minutes the Emperor had given her. She couldn’t say anything trivial here. She had to bring out information that would make the Emperor’s eyes pop out.
“…Your Majesty. Do you know that there is a mana mine buried somewhere in the Empire?”
“I know. I’ve already had slaves developing it. It’s a top secret that’s not known to anyone. How do you know about this top secret?”
“Ah, you already know?!”
“To raise your voice to me… How disrespectful.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“I’ll forgive you.”
“……”
Linda rolled her eyes. Why did he know? Information about the mana mine would only be revealed a few years from now.
Linda continued. The treasure of the lake, the ruins of the plains, and so on. All of them were huge pieces of information. But the Emperor was indifferent.
“Those are all information I already know.”
The Emperor said in a bored voice. Linda knew that his words were not a lie.
‘What should I do? What should I do? The Emperor’s reaction is different from what I thought.’
As Linda was panicking and unable to say anything, the Emperor’s hand moved. He fondled her breasts, which had become voluptuous with the help of breast enhancement drugs, and then stroked her thighs before touching her vulva.
“Hngh!”
The Emperor’s fingers touched her vulva. Linda felt a pleasure that made her head spin just from that. Soon, his fingers caressed her vagina.
“Y-Your Majesty. Wouldn’t you like to know the weakness of Marquis Copsten? I know Marquis Copsten’s weakness!”
Marquis Copsten. If it was the weakness of a political enemy who was constantly picking fights, he would have no choice but to be interested.
“Marquis Copsten? That guy died a year ago.”
“…Huh?”
