The Charlsharl Kingdom Royal Castle.
The New King, Nine.
His epithet is “The Usurper King.”
The Throne Room.
This is where nobles from other countries and those serving the kingdom offer their audiences.
Since Nine became king, the audience chamber has been filled with many items.
It’s like a laboratory.
Ten crystal screens are installed, along with magic tools to supply the magic power to activate them, Mato (magic communication devices) for conversing with those far away, and devices to gather mana from the air.
There are also other inexplicable items connected by the blood vessels of monsters.
“Good morning, everyone ♪”
“Good morning, Your Majesty ♪”
Nine is having a video call with five important figures via Mato.
Some of the relays are not complete, with images not appearing or voices arriving a few seconds late.
There are still not enough relay towers.
And there is a shortage of people to maintain these towers.
After finishing their morning announcements, Nine and the others end the video calls.
“Someone. Someone.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. What is it?”
Nine summons someone, bringing in a lady-in-waiting.
He begins his duties.
One hand holds a pencil, while the other is on the lady-in-waiting’s chest.
After finishing each document, a new lady-in-waiting replaces the old one.
At that time, Nine caresses her thighs and buttocks.
By the time all the documents are finished.
The lady-in-waiting, aroused to the point of being unable to hold back.
“Quickly… me… ♥”
She pleads with him, looking up at him.
Nine, feeling that his work is done, becomes like a beast devouring its prey and pushes the lady-in-waiting down.
He doesn’t care that magic tools are occupying most of the floor.
Nine and the lady-in-waiting continue to seek each other until they are asked about their lunch.
They exchange saliva.
They lick each other’s important parts.
The lady-in-waiting urges him on, and Nine responds.
“Your Majesty. Your Majesty.”
“Hm, what is it?”
“It is lunchtime.”
Is it noon already? I was about to resume the fifth round.
“Understood. I will eat in my room.”
“As you wish.”
The King’s chambers.
The furnishings have been sold to the Merchant Guild.
Thanks to that, it’s quite spacious now.
I’ve placed props that will enhance the women’s appearance!
It’s like a dressing room behind a theater.
There are several full-length mirrors and hand mirrors, and even more if you include spares.
He shows his reflection in the mirror and seduces them with words.
The lady-in-waiting who was here until just now has been given time to let the fluids on her body dry.
All the women in this castle are my concubines!
There are only a few men left who survived the recent siege warfare.
I don’t let my subordinates who are more interested in money work than women.
I’ve taken measures to ensure that the survivors don’t think of taking my head, so there’s no need to worry.
“Well then, until lunch arrives. Shall I look at the detailed documents that weren’t discussed in the workplace (Throne Room)?”
Hmph hmph ♪ The program distribution from the relay towers is on the rise ♪
Most of the programs are male-female pornography.
If the population has decreased, let’s reproduce and increase, sex! ♪
Then there’s deceptive information.
The Information Officer processes the lies from the Northern and Eastern countries as if they were true and disseminates them by region. In between CM-like pornographic videos.
Flip.
Next is the shallows (sea) of the south.
The harvest volume of the Ama divers who collect shellfish is as usual.
The women of the south gather shells.
The men go far away to find work.
The men who remain are volunteers who also act as adventurers, protecting women from monsters and bandits.
In the south, no matter who becomes king, they remain non-interfering without complaint.
If they had resisted, I could have asserted royal authority.
And it would have created a lively festival when I purged other regions.
If that had happened. I might have had a former Ama diver as a maid in the castle. Haa.
Flip.
Next is the school.
Just as I instructed.
Children whose parents, or at least one of them, work in a brothel.
Starting with those children.
The schools are infiltrated and contaminated with sexual knowledge.
After graduating from school.
The women become sluts, and the men become dogs of the state, loyal only to their desires.
“Kukukuku, things are going smoothly, following the first day’s class assignments. I can see them showing their love by embracing each other in the deserted shadows ♪”
Rather than virginity. I’ll increase the number of promiscuous women.
Women’s bodies have value. If you want virginity.
You can hire someone who can cast excellent healing magic.
Flip.
“~~h ♪”
Nine flips through the reports until lunch arrives.
In the afternoon, he will inspect the Royal Capital.
The refugees remaining in the shelters.
He will summon the women among them to the castle.
“Now then, I’ll be counting on you guards ♪”
” ” “Yes, Your Majesty.” ” ”
He leads his heavily armed subordinates and heads towards the shelters.
Upon finding the desired women, they return to the castle.
A ritual to welcome them.
To the subordinates who acted as guards this time.
They will be asked to check the condition of the women.
A sacrifice to see if they have any illnesses.
The official reason is to protect the king, who has become royalty, from danger.
The real purpose is to spice things up for intense sex with the ladies-in-waiting, by hearing the women’s screams during cuckolding and rape, and getting their dicks hard.
Only the five important figures and a portion of the ladies-in-waiting know this fact.
The King’s bedroom.
“You are wonderful for being so perceptive, kiss.”
“Mmm… a kiss… over here, okay? ♥”
Until dinner, he pounds their uteruses vigorously and savors their bodies with his tongue.
“His Majesty’s tongue… is long… Ahh ♥”
“Mine is long too, you know ♪?”
“Geez, no sneak attacks ♥”
“It’s your fault… there ♪”
In a few months, she is scheduled to give birth to a healthy baby girl.
Nine’s semen will not miss an egg!
After dinner, a little exercise.
In the castle’s courtyard, playing soccer with the subordinates.
There are bets involved.
If they win, they get to spend the night with one of the ladies-in-waiting.
Since the number of spots is limited.
Minor injuries are part of daily life.
“Here I gooooo!”
“Take thisss!”
They trip each other to prevent them from participating.
Nine watches this scene with enjoyment.
When playing the match.
Titles like King or Boss are not used.
It’s serious, hardcore soccer.
“Set! Play start!”
*Peey!*
Waaaaaaa!
UooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
An intense match begins, with attackers and defenders fiercely vying for control in the center.
“Tonight, we’re the ones who will win ♪”
“Dream on!”
“Pass, pass!? If it were me, I’d score one point!”
“You the other day!”
“I was just injured in the leg!?”
Waaaa, Waaaa, Waaaaa.
“Shoooooooot!”
“Too eaasssy!”
*Bapin!*
*Beep beep beep—!*
“Corner kick!”
“Damn it.”
“Hehehe ♪ I won’t let you score even one point. Attack, you guys—!”
Ooooooooooo.
*Peey!*
The main bathhouse.
The subordinates have their sweat washed away by the hot water and the hands of the women.
They promptly leave with their partners.
” ” “Excuse us, we’ll be leaving now ♪” ” ”
“Make sure it doesn’t affect tomorrow’s work ♪?”
” ” “Yes ♪♪ We know ♪♪” ” ”
Meanwhile, those who lost the match by one point.
They are in mourning mode.
They wash the sweat off in the hot water and gaze at the bathtub the women were in until just a moment ago.
” ” “Haaa…” ” ”
They let out sighs of discouragement, thinking they will win the next match.
When Nine and the women are gone.
Even looking at the naked bodies of men is just empty.
They return to their rooms with heavy steps.
” ” “……” ” ”
