”Ugh… ngh… ah, ah, aaaaaaah…!”
Stifled moans echoed through the dark room. Ney thrashed against the sheets, her bound wrists straining.
On a canopy bed big enough for five grown men to lie down side by side, a young boy and girl were tangled up naked together.
The girl’s knees were spread wide apart by the boy—by my hands—showing off her bare, hairless privates. I’d been ramming my cock into that pretty slit over and over, pounding away hard.
Every time a wet, nasty sound shook the air in the room, the girl’s face twisted up and she gasped in pain.
Anyone could see this wasn’t something she wanted.
Of course, I noticed that too, but I still wasn’t about to stop. Not just stop—the whole situation of forcing myself on someone who didn’t want it had me completely fired up. I grinned, curling one side of my mouth up, and slammed my hips into her even harder than before.
That face twisted up with cruelty and pleasure—nobody would guess he was eleven.
And that made sense. My body might be an eleven-year-old kid, but my mind was almost four times that age.
To put it plainly, add eleven years in this life plus thirty-five in my last one, and that’s how old I am upstairs.
Even if I look like a pretty little boy on the outside, there’s a dirty old man past forty in my head, so of course, my face twists up with lust no eleven-year-old should have.
While I was thinking about all that, my hips kept moving.
Smack! Smack! Smack!—the sound of hitting her like I was spanking her rang through the room, and the girl’s screams joined in.
Her voice cracked as she twisted beneath me. “Agh!? Guh!? S-stop—hyaaaaaaah!”
Her high-pitched screams tickled my cruel streak, and a shivery pleasure ran up my spine. On top of the physical pleasure, the fact that I was violating a girl young enough to be my daughter made it two, three times better.
—If I did this in Japan, I’d be arrested as a sex offender on the spot.
That thought made a low chuckle rumble in my throat.
In my last life, I was just some boring office worker, but in this one, I’m an emperor who rules a whole country. And the girl I’m pinning down has a collar around her neck like a dog’s, showing she’s a slave.
Emperor and slave. There’s an absolute gap in status between us. Whether she lives or dies, whether I screw her or knock her up—it’s all my call.
With that fact in front of me, the morals I picked up in Japan melt away easy as snow in spring.
As I moved my hips while her sad cries tickled my ears, the urge to cum came rising up from deep in my balls.
I didn’t hold back. I just told her straight, following my lust.
”Ney, I’m gonna cum!” I growled, driving deeper.
”—!”
The moment I said it, the girl—Ney—clamped her insides tight around my dick. Her body went rigid, inner walls clamping down.
It wasn’t the kind of squeeze that milks out cum—it was the kind that tries to push out something foreign. If you put Ney’s real feelings into words, it’d be “Don’t cum! Pull out right now!”
But Ney can’t say that out loud. If a slave talks back to their master, they can’t complain if they get killed. And I’m the emperor. Talk back and it’s treason—not just Ney, but her whole tribe back home would pay for it. Ney understands that, so there’s no way she could go against me.
Looking down at Ney’s pained face with a proud smirk, I came inside her without mercy.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!—cum shot out fast from the tip, and my sperm swarmed toward her womb to get her pregnant.
”~~~~~~!” A choked sob escaped her clenched teeth.
Ney, hit with cum hot as boiling water, squeezed her eyes shut tight and bit her lip hard. Like she believed staying quiet was the only resistance she had left.
She probably never dreamed that even her desperate struggle against unfair violence was just fuel for my excitement.
Five times, six times, seven times—every time my dick pulsed, a huge load of cum got packed into Ney’s womb, but this was just the beginning.
I’ll keep going without pulling out—two more rounds, three more—and fill Ney’s womb so full of my cum it’s bursting.
With that decision made, I looked down at Ney again.
Her black hair, long enough to reach her waist, was glossy like silk, and her skin was a dark brown, almost black.
Her thin eyebrows curved gracefully, her red eyes reminded me of rubies, her nose was high and straight, her cheeks were smooth and nice to touch, her lips were full—everything about her was neat and beautiful.
But there was something that stood out even more than her facial features.
Her long ears, shaped like bamboo leaves.
From my past-life knowledge, the word “dark elf” popped into my head, but dark elves don’t exist in this world. Elves don’t either.
Ney’s race was called the Silku. The Silku are believed to be tree spirits, just like the name suggests, and apparently, some of them really do live for hundreds of years like trees.
For a long time, humans in this world had been trying to control the Silku and take the secret of long life for themselves, so the relationship between the two races was, to put it mildly, terrible.
Ney was the daughter of a chief of a powerful Silku tribe, but that tribe was destroyed when the empire invaded. Ney was taken prisoner in that fight and sent to the emperor—to me—as spoils of war. That’s how she ended up here.
I don’t know Ney’s exact age, but her skinny body with ribs faintly showing, her breasts just starting to grow, her bare crotch with no hair—all of it showed how young she was.
And here I am, putting a slave collar on a girl like that and trying to force her to get pregnant. Even I have to admit I’ve become a total piece of garbage.
Having lived more than thirty years in Japan, I should probably feel my conscience biting at me, but like I said before, what I’m feeling is cruelty and pleasure.
Using my power to mess with a girl however I want—doing what I never could in my last life feels amazing. I had zero intention of giving up that pleasure for something like a conscience.
Even after cumming, my dick showed no sign of going soft, and I pushed up into Ney’s womb again.
Ney realized the violation wasn’t over, and a pained sound slipped from her mouth, but I didn’t care and started thrusting again.
They say it’s hard for humans and Silku to have kids together, but if the odds are low, you just make up for it with more tries.
I licked my lips and climbed on top of Ney to enjoy every inch of this girl from another race.
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Translation Notes:1 ↩ The process by which the emperor’s soul from his previous life in Japan is transferred into the body of an 11-year-old boy in this world, Urgalia.
2 ↩ A race believed to be tree spirits, known for their long lifespans and hostile relationship with humans due to historical attempts by humans to control them.
3 ↩ A physical symbol of Ney’s enslavement, marking her as the emperor’s property and reinforcing his absolute power over her.</glossary.map>
Trivia:
1. The emperor’s internal conflict between his Japanese morals and his current actions highlights the psychological impact of reincarnation and the erosion of ethical boundaries in a position of absolute power.
2. Ney’s status as a Silku, a race believed to be tree spirits, adds a layer of cultural and racial tension to the story, emphasizing the emperor’s exploitation of her.
3. The slave collar serves as a constant reminder of Ney’s subjugation, reinforcing the power dynamics between the emperor and his captive.