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III.

“They’re too small.”

The Emperor clicked his tongue as he toyed with her n*****s.

“Your hole down there and your mouth are tight, but even these are so tiny. How am I supposed to enjoy playing with them? They should be a decent size and plump—that’s what’s nice to look at and fun to touch.”

His thick fingers pinched her n*****s as if scolding her. The sharp pain made Jaha’s hips tremble.

The Emperor, as if soothing her, rolled them gently between his fingertips, then began tormenting the sensitive nubs again, rubbing, scratching, pressing, and pulling. Overwhelmed by his overly skilled touch, Jaha couldn’t hold back the accumulated tickling sensation and let out a moan.

“Hng!”

“I’ll help them grow into something usable from now on. So they won’t be embarrassing no matter where they’re shown.”

Though he had no intention of actually showing them to anyone, the Emperor said it purely to humiliate Jaha. In fact, if anyone were to see, he wouldn’t let them live.

As his thick index and middle fingers moved up and down, rubbing the n****e trapped between them, Jaha bit her lip. The more the friction repeated, the more a strange sensation mixed with the heat. Her n*****s hurt, they were sore from being rubbed, yet she wanted him to touch them more.

“I’ll grow them big enough to fit a ring, then squeeze both n*****s together.”

“Ah, ngh, ah!”

“Just gently twisting the rings will make you tremble and come. When your n*****s brush against your clothes, you’ll drip down below.”

Jaha, trembling as her hips twitched, flinched. Even if she didn’t want to imagine it, the image of her body becoming exactly as the Emperor described automatically came to mind. She didn’t know if such a thing was even possible, but if it did happen, she wouldn’t be able to live a normal life. She didn’t want to return to Earth in such a state.

While she was caught in a faint sense of fear, the thick s***t pushed into her below.

The monstrous flesh pressed down on every point that could feel even the slightest pleasure as it invaded. At the same time, his nails scraped sharply against the sensitive sides of her n*****s. The sensation, which should have been painful, instead felt oddly refreshing. A flash of light burst before Jaha’s eyes.

“Hng!”

“I’ll have to grow your b*****s fuller too. So you can properly take my c**k.”

The Emperor cupped Jaha’s chest as if gauging its size. It was still far too small to fill his large hand.

“Even though I touch them like this every time, they’re still this small. They’d need to be at least twice this size to wrap around my c**k. How are you supposed to use your tits like this, huh? At this rate, I’ll have to rely on magic tools and potions.”

As he crushed her chest, he began thrusting slowly but fiercely. Each time their hips collided, her pelvis buzzed.

With each of his movements, water splattered, soaking the bedsheet.

Jaha, tilting her head back, clenched her teeth. Anger surged at the thought of him doing whatever he wanted with her body, but she couldn’t hold onto it, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

At some point, the Emperor had started touching every part of Jaha’s body. At first, it was just the marked lower abdomen, but he gradually expanded his territory to her sides, her back, and now her chest.

It hadn’t been that long since he would silently thrust to satisfy his desires with minimal contact, but that past felt distant now.

Why is he doing this?

Jaha shuddered at his touch. It felt like a snake slithering all over her body. She preferred the past when he hadn’t touched her anywhere else. But regardless of her mind’s disgust, her body faithfully responded to the stimulation. Especially when her n*****s were teased to the point of pain or when he rolled the most sensitive nub between her legs, it became unbearable.

The Emperor was incredibly skilled. Once he started using his hands, she couldn’t help but realize it. Though she had no one to compare him to, even without expertise in the field, it was clear he knew what he was doing.

The intensified trap of pleasure overwhelmed Jaha even faster and more thoroughly than before. Despite the humiliating vulgarities, her heated body reached climax after climax.

She hated it. She hated the oversized member hammering inside her, the hands that gently squeezed her chest before mercilessly pulling her n*****s. She hated it so much it made her skin crawl. So why did this pleasure exist within her?

“Ah!”