After a pleasant moment with Aisha, I decided to skip my usual training session. Khione was still recovering from our intense time together, and I needed to meet someone else.
I had stopped by to check on Aisha as usual. It was a relief that I didn’t need to instill doubt in her about the Empire of Light—she was already wary of it. My subtle words, enhanced with the Deep Voice ability, likely worsened her opinion of the empire, which was precisely what I intended.
Next, I needed to influence Amelia, my two stepsisters Courtney and Gwen, if possible. Convincing the first four would be easier since Amelia and Courtney already trusted me to some extent. Amelia knew me well, especially after our encounter yesterday morning.
As for Courtney, ironically, despite my daily threats and forcing her to kiss me, I hadn’t violated her boundaries, which made her start to trust me. She was probably puzzled why I threatened her if not for her body, but that doubt was good. Her uncertainty had turned into interest and frustration.
Courtney had never asked why I didn’t take things further—she’d be too embarrassed to ask that—but the curiosity served my purpose. If I told her to be wary of the Empire and never to trust them, she would likely believe it.
The most problematic one was Gwen. I had a special liking for her because she was one of the rare girls who didn’t care about popularity, appearances, or superficial things. She often ignored Jason’s advances, showing her strong character. She was naturally cautious, but I wanted to ensure her safety since I appreciated her.
Winning Gwen over would take much more time and effort than with Courtney or Amelia but I might still be able to say a few words to her.
Except for Amelia, Courtney, and Gwen, there were three critical individuals I needed to win over, and they were deeply embedded within the Empire, making the task extremely challenging. These individuals were Cecilia, Empress Helana, and Princess Adelia. But I had my own plans for them.
I intended to cuckold the Emperor and Jason once again, using the Emperor’s own arrogance against him.
Activating my Stealth Cap—a Rank C Skill and the very first one I had obtained—my body became shrouded in an invisible cloak. This skill consumed a significant amount of mana, so I typically avoided using it. However, tonight was different. The Emperor was likely engaging in one of his secret night sessions again, and I needed to act.
I swiftly moved through the darkened corridors, reaching the stairs and descending them in a series of agile jumps. Once I arrived on the ground floor of the castle, I navigated through a dimly lit alley on the opposite side of the training field.
Ahead, two guards were stationed at a door.
I picked up a small stone and threw it at a window on the first floor above, slightly shattering the glass.
“What was that?!” one guard exclaimed.
“You heard it! Check it out!” the other commanded.
The two guards abandoned their post and rushed towards the noise. Seizing the opportunity, I approached the door and pushed it open, slipping inside. The room appeared to be a storage area, filled with old supplies and forgotten items. My eyes quickly locked onto a hidden trapdoor beneath a pile of crates.
I quietly flipped open the trapdoor and descended, closing it behind me with a silent click.
“Ahn~”
“Hnn!”
As I descended the stairs, moans of pleasures rang in my ears.
Light soon reached my vision as a regal room came into my vision. Anyone would have been surprised to see such a room below in a dark place of the castle but there was indeed a bedroom here.
“Ahn❤️, yes!” A girly moan reverberated through the room, a symphony of illicit pleasure and desperate need. Taking a cautious peek, I saw her straddling a man, her body moving up and down with wild abandon, her face a mask of ecstasy.
Nancy Miller—a classmate whose average looks and mediocre grades hid a venomous personality. She wasn’t as striking as Aisha, Gwen, or Siara, but she more than made up for it with her spiteful nature. On Earth, she was the quintessential bully, spreading rumors and tormenting anyone she perceived as a threat or beneath her.
I was often the target of her malice, and more than once, I thought about killing her for good. However, her powerful connections always stayed my hand.
When we were summoned to this world, fate dealt her a blow she could not escape. She was given a D-Rank skill, relegating her to the bottom of our class hierarchy. I still remember her expression of horror as she realized her old tricks and connections meant nothing here.
Since then, Nancy hadn’t participated in training or expeditions. She claimed she wasn’t ready, or she was too scared to fight. Amelia often defended her and other scared students, allowing them a relatively peaceful existence within the palace walls.
I thought Nancy was too pathetic to be of any concern, but I had underestimated her cunning. A week ago, before leaving for night training, I noticed her slipping out of the palace. My curiosity piqued, I followed her and discovered her scandalous secret.
Nancy was fucking the Emperor himself.
“Oh, yeah! Move faster!” Emperor Philip groaned, his hands gripping Nancy’s hips, urging her to ride him harder. His voice, thick with lust, mingled with Nancy’s high-pitched moans.
“AHNNNN! YES! USE MEEEEEE!” She cried out with a lust-driven face. Her breasts weren’t that big but the Emperor still reached out his hand and massaged them with a face and expression completely different from the ones he was showing us.
The Emperor, seemingly kind and understanding in front of us, now revealed his true nature. He was fucking a girl the age of his daughter—a Hero he had summoned and promised to protect, especially to Amelia, without a trace of shame.
“Come down, little bitch!” Philip commanded, pulling Nancy’s arm down and forcing her onto her knees, her butt raised provocatively toward him.
“Ahn, yes, Emperor! Han!” Nancy complied, resting her hands on the bed, looking back at Philip with a lustful smile.
Philip grinned wickedly and thrust into her dripping pussy with force.
“AHNNNN❤️❤️!!!” Nancy’s loud moan echoed through the room, filled with pleasure and submission.
In his defense, though, I was pretty sure it was Nancy who seduced him. With her newfound charm from her awakening and her inherently manipulative nature, she quickly ensnared him. The Emperor likely saw no harm in indulging himself with a young Heroine offering herself so willingly.
But Nancy’s motivations were clear. With no real assets and a weak skill, she sought protection and safety. She offered her virginity to the Emperor, and now she fucked him every night in secret, ensuring her position.
I could have told Amelia about this, shattering her faith in the Emperor and the Empire. But I chose not to, for several reasons. Firstly, because I knew Amelia well enough to understand that she would be devastated. She would blame herself for failing to protect one of her students, believing she had driven Nancy to such desperate measures. I didn’t want to see her suffer like that.
Secondly, if Amelia learned that the Emperor had violated one of her students, she would undoubtedly react rashly. Her anger and sense of betrayal might lead her to make dangerous decisions, and I couldn’t afford to let her jeopardize herself or our precarious position.
So, I let the Emperor continue to fuck Nancy. From the way she moaned and writhed beneath him, it was clear she was satisfied with the arrangement. She had secured her place in this world, albeit through morally dubious means.
Not like I cared anyway, rather I was grateful because she occupied this Emperor while I’d do his wife and daughter.
I started recording this incident with a rectangular device that Khione had specifically gotten for me. Even though my phone is dead, there are still ways to record things in this world. This is the benefit of having the Goddess on your side: you can get the majority of what you desire. Even if I would have gotten more if it weren’t for the Gods that are watching us.
Keeping my relation with Khione secret was essential as long as I’m weaker than the Gods