Yang Guifei

1. 2nd Ascension. Chaldea. They Say An Office Is A Battlefield, But You Can’t Fight A War If Your General Is Being Force-Fed Lychees And Given A Foot Rub.

The Master’s office was unrecognizable. A sweet, cloying aroma of incense and lychees hung in the air. In the center stood Yang Guifei, her black hair held perfectly by ornate bun covers. The tight black dudou top stretched taut over her curvy body as she beamed, presenting her handiwork.

"Hao hao♪ Welcome home, My Emperor! I saw you were working so very hard, so I took the liberty of preparing a little sanctuary for you." Her blue eyes sparkled with pure delight. She turned to a small silver tray on his desk, lifting a porcelain teapot that steamed with a fragrant scent.

"Mā, mā♪ An Emperor cannot rule on an empty spirit! He needs rest, pampering, and lots and lots of love to be strong!" Performing a happy little spin, the tails of her dark blue waist cape flared out dramatically, accentuating her wide hips before settling softly back against her body.

"I brought special incense from my homeland and even selected the perfect music... Ehehe~ It’s a consort’s duty to ensure her lord is properly spoiled, ne?" Leaning over the worn leather armchair, she plumped a cushion, her round ass and plump thighs pressing invitingly against the armrest for a moment.

"And look! I even fixed this strange little lamp for you!" She gestured to the holographic star chart projector on the ceiling. With a wave of her hand, her black bracers catching the light, the device whirred to life, painting the room with swirling blue nebulae. "Now you can gaze at Fomalhaut anytime!"

"So please, My Emperor, sit down and relax. Let Yuyu take care of everything." She took a small, eager step back, her black pumps clicking softly on the floor. "Yoshi yoshi~ This loyal Guifei will melt all of your worldly stress away. I promise~♪"

2. 2nd Ascension. Chaldea. The Most Important Choice A Leader Faces Isn't About Strategy Or Morale, But Whether He Wants The 'Good Boy' Package Or The 'Stress Relief' Special After A Long Day.

The door to the Master’s private quarters slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Yang Guifei. A silver platter bearing a pile of fresh, pink lychees was held delicately in her hands. Her black hair was done up in its usual style, held in place by intricate bun covers, while her curvy body swayed beneath the black dudou top.

"My Emperor~♪ Yuyu has brought a late-night snack for you." Her voice was a warm, sweet whisper in the low light of the room. Setting the platter on a nearby nightstand—its polished surface reflecting her image—she gracefully climbed onto the massive bed, her black pumps sinking into the plush comforter.

"Fufu~ I was watching the combat logs today. You were so strong, so decisive… a true ruler." Crawling across the sheets, her dark blue waist cape flowed behind her, framing her wide hips. "Seeing you command everyone with such authority… it makes Yuyu’s heart go all tingly. It makes me feel… hot."

She settled beside him, plucking a single peeled lychee from the tray. "But all that strength is tiring, isn't it? Here, with me, you don’t have to be the Emperor." Her blue eyes gazed at him, filled with a deep, possessive affection. "Here, you can just be Master. You can be... a baby." She leaned in, her plump thighs brushing against him.

"Let Yuyu feed you. You can lay your head on my lap, and I will spoil you until you forget all your duties…" She trailed a finger from the platter, down her own chest and to her navel. "...Or, I could draw you a nice, hot bath. I could scrub your back… scrub your front… and let your tired hands wander and explore wherever they wish. My body is yours to command, after all."

Her hand stopped its journey, resting just below her waist. "Or perhaps… you need a much faster, more thorough way to release all that pent-up stress?" Her round ass shifted subtly on the bed, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Yuyu is very, very good at helping her Emperor… relax. Just say the word, and I will serve you with my whole body, right here, right now, until you can think of nothing but me. Choose your reward, my love~♡"

3. 3rd Ascension. Chaldea. There Are Many Ways To Show Affection, But Building An Altar Out Of Canned Coffee And Stolen Underwear Is Probably In The Top Five Most Concerning.

"Hurry, hurry, My Emperor! I have something wonderful to show you!" Yang Guifei’s hand, encased in a long black glove, eagerly tugged the Master into her private room. She floated just above the floor, her long, straight black hair drifting around her. A halo of blue flame hovered serenely above her head, casting an ethereal glow over her curvy body and the revealing black dress she wore.

"Ta-da! Welcome to your temple!" The room was a dizzying shrine to him. The metallic walls were almost completely covered in photos and hand-drawn charcoal sketches. Ringing the space, a series of floating stone pedestals displayed various artifacts under glass domes. "Isn't it perfect? Every morning I pray here, and every night I give thanks. Fufu~ I even leave offerings for you."

She gestured to a central altar stacked high with his favorite brand of instant noodles and limited-edition energy drinks. "I acquired these on a Rayshift with... some help. And these!" Her hand, fingers ending in tips of blue flame, pointed to a vase of writhing, bioluminescent flowers. "They only bloom on a world without a sun. I thought you'd find them romantic."

"Oh, and look over here! This is my favorite collection!" She drifted over to a display case, her blue fin ears twitching with excitement. Inside, mounted like sacred relics, were a single worn sock, a half-eaten protein bar, and a pair of his boxers. "I found these! You have no idea how happy I was. The scent… Iä! It fills me with such devotion..."

Twirling in the air, her motions caused the blue scales on her black boots to shimmer. "This whole room is a monument to our love. These photos…" She caressed a candid shot of him sleeping, drool on his chin. "They are scriptures that tell the tale of my God. My lover. My Emperor."

Her round ass and plump thighs were framed by the high slits of her dress as she floated closer, her voice dropping to a worshipful, heated whisper. "Every piece of you is holy. Your shed skin, your fallen hair… It's all divine. This room is a sanctuary where I can be close to you, always. Now, won't you give your high priestess a blessing in her sacred temple?"

4. 3rd Ascension. Chaldea. Apocalypse And Chill Is A Perfectly Valid Date Night Until Management Shows Up To Revoke Your Dessert Privileges.

The moment the Master’s avatar had registered taking a stray hit, a terrifying switch had flipped within Yang Guifei. The cheerful consort vanished. Floating above the observation deck’s control panel, her long black hair drifted weightlessly, a stark contrast to the burning blue halo above her head. Her curvy body, outlined by the revealing black dress, became a conduit for pure, cosmic rage.

"Impurity. FILTH. Iä! Ph'nglui! How DARE YOU SCUM-DATA touch him!?" An otherworldly shriek tore through the air as she phased through the observation window, appearing in the simulated city below.

"An Emperor's body is a temple! Trespassers must be offered as a sacrifice!" She slammed her black boots onto the asphalt, cracking it as she summoned her oversized pipa. Strumming a single, dissonant chord, she unleashed a vortex of blue flame that shredded the first wave of enemy holograms into screaming pixels.

"Not enough! Not nearly enough punishment for heresy!" Zipping through the air at hypersonic speed, she unleashed a flurry of blazing phoenix kicks, turning armored units to slag. "BURN! BURN UNTIL NOT EVEN YOUR CODE REMAINS!"

Blue flame erupted, a miniature sun that engulfed every enemy hologram in a silent, searing apocalypse.

Appearing before the Master in a shimmer of heat, her rage instantly melted into saccharine concern. "My love! My Emperor! Are you okay!? Uuu, look at that awful scratch! Even a simulated wound on your perfect skin wounds my very soul!"

"Don't you worry, your Yuyu has purified the sacrament. They will never harm you again." Her long black gloves, covered in rows of blue scales, gently cupped his face. "Now, would you like me to kiss the booboo better, or should I just burn this entire room down to be safe? Just say the word!"

Suddenly, three Fire Handmaidens poofed into existence, their squid-like forms fizzing with exasperation. One flew up to her face and began wiping a smudge of holographic ash off her cheek with a tentacle.

Another materialized a fiery glyph: PLAYTIME. IS. OVER.

The third held up a crudely drawn fire-doodle of a fuming Da Vinci-chan tapping impatiently at a smoking console.

"Eeeek! It wasn't playtime, it was righteous fury!" Yuyu squeaked, her droopy, fin-like ears flattening against her head.

The first handmaiden finished cleaning, then bopped her lightly on the nose.

"Hey! W-what do you mean, 'we're grounded'!? I am the Queen of Fire Vampires! I do the grounding!" Her round ass wiggled as she tried to back away.

The second handmaiden to form a new message: NO DESSERT.

"NO DESSERT!? THAT'S A WAR CRIME!" she shrieked, her voice cracking.

The third handmaiden added the final blow, a glyph that simply read: AND NO CUDDLES.

That did it.

"WAAAAAH! MY EMPEROR! THEY'RE SO MEAN! IT'S MUTINY!" Her plump thighs trembled as she threw a full-blown tantrum. "SAVE ME! ORDER THEM TO STOP! IF I DON'T GET MY CUDDLES I'LL DIE! I'LL ACTUALLY DIE! PLEEEEEEASE!"

5. Honey Lake. Servant Summer Camp. Trying To Reconcile Your 'Legendary Immortal' Self With Your 'Eldritch Horror' Self Is The Kind of Existential Crisis That Calls For A Beach Episode.

The air on Mount Penglai was sweet and heavy, thick with the scent of unknown blossoms. By the edge of a placid, unnaturally clear lake, Yang Guifei sat on a large, sun-warmed rock. The light toyed with the heart-shaped sunglasses perched atop her head, while her black hair, styled in its usual buns, cascaded in long twintails down her back. A strange, haunting melody drifted from her lips, a series of notes that seemed to bend the very light reflecting off the water.

"Mmm~♪ My Emperor, over here!" she called out, spotting him. Her song ceased, and the strange ripples on the lake's surface immediately stilled. She patted the warm stone beside her, an invitation. Her curvy body, clad only in a skimpy black bikini top and matching black panties, seemed to radiate a gentle warmth of its own.

"Isn’t this place beautiful? Penglai…" she murmured, gazing across the water at the jagged, cyclopean peaks that clawed at the sky. "It’s supposed to be a paradise for immortals. A place outside of time and space. The stories say I came here and became Taizhen... but, it feels... different. Colder. The angles are all wrong." She shivered despite the heat, the movement making her wide hips shift on the rock.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back, propping herself up on her hands. The pose pushed her chest forward, accentuating the swell of her breasts under the black bikini top. "I thought coming here would feel like… coming home. I thought I would remember. But I don’t. It’s all just… empty. It makes me feel like a part of me is a lie." A rare, genuine sadness clouded her features for a moment.

"Hey, My Emperor…" she began, her tone soft and vulnerable. "You were here before, right? With the others? During that whole… horror movie thing?" She shifted, turning to face him fully, her plump thighs pressing together. "Could you… could you tell me about it? Tell me what I did? What happened here? I feel like I need to know the real story of this place, not the one in my head."

She reached for a nearby branch, pulling it closer to shade them both. The motion made the solitary black garter on her thigh stand out against her skin. "How about a deal?" she proposed, a hint of her usual playful charm returning. "You can lie down right here, get some sun… and while you tell me everything, Yuyu will sing for you. Any song you like." Her round ass shifted on the stone as she settled in, ready for a story. "A private concert, just for my beloved Emperor. What do you say~?"

6. Sweet Blood. Mystic Eyes Symphony. A Foot Massage Is A Gateway Drug To More Illicit Forms Of Relaxation, Or So I’ve Been Aggressively Informed.

The hotel suite was a picture of opulent tranquility, all plush carpets and warm, ambient lighting. Yang Guifei glided into the living area, a vision of domestic bliss. Her signature black hair was done up in playful double buns, the sheer, black robe draped over her shoulders with short white dress beneath it. It was so thin the outline of her nipples was clearly visible.

"Hao hao♪ Welcome back, My Emperor!" she chimed, her voice as smooth as silk. "I saw you were working so hard with all those strange Mystic Eye people downstairs. Fighting with your eyes must be super tiring, ne?" She giggled, moving toward a luxurious velvet chaise lounge. "So, Yuyu has prepared a little reward for you."

She gestured towards a silver tray on the nearby mahogany table, upon which sat a basin of steaming water, fluffy towels, and a collection of fragrant oils. "But first..." A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. "While you were busy, I did a little exploring. And guess what I found, deep in the hotel's basement? A private, honest-to-goodness hot spring! A real one!"

Her excitement was palpable as she began to pace a little, her wide hips swaying with each small movement. "It's perfect! Utterly perfect! We could go right now! You could rest your tired head in my lap as we soak, and I could tell you all the legends of the imperial baths… Or, maybe you'd prefer to play a game? I could be a helpless princess, and you could be a sea dragon who 'captures' me…"

She stopped, turning to him with a perfectly innocent, yet deeply suggestive, pout. "Or, if you’re too tired to even walk… we could bring the hot spring to us." She gestured to the en-suite bathroom. "I could draw a bath so hot and steamy that we won’t need our clothes. You could hold me from behind, and we could pretend we’re the only two people in the entire world… letting our hands explore all the… scenery."

She drifted closer, the scent of lychees and bath oils filling the air around him. "But for now," she cooed, her fingers gently playing with the sash of her robe, "how about we start with a little foot massage? We can work our way up from there… Let Yuyu pamper you, my love. You’ve earned it~♪"

7. Rio Carnival. A Futurist's Dream. Even Though We Have Flying Cars and Holograms, Mankind’s Core Desire Still Revolves Around Sharing Questionable Meat-on-a-Stick With a Pretty Girl.

The streets of neo-Rio pulsed with a rhythm that was equal parts samba and synthwave. Holographic floats drifted between skyscrapers, showering the dancing crowds in neon confetti. Amidst it all, Yang Guifei was a vision of cutting-edge fashion, eagerly pulling the Master through the throng. Her single bun and ponytail hairstyle swayed behind a trendy black-and-grey camouflage cap.

"Hao hao♪ Isn't this amazing, My Emperor!? So many lights! So much energy!" she shouted over the baseline, her blue eyes wide with childlike wonder. Her cropped black jacket shifted with her movements, offering glimpses of the sliver of skin above her short black shorts, where the straps of a black high-leg G-string peeked out provocatively. "This era's fashion is so... efficient! Very little fabric to get in the way of dancing!"

Spotting a food stall selling strange, glowing skewers, she dragged him towards it. "Ooh, let's try those! I read on the 'net' that sharing street food is a vital 'bonding ritual' for modern couples!" She leaned against the stall's counter, the pose causing her cropped, long-sleeve black compression shirt to ride up, offering a generous view of her underboobs and the black bra beneath. "And then, maybe we could find one of those 'love hotels' I read about? They sound so practical!"

Before he could even process that, her attention was caught by a group of dancers wearing even less than her. "Ah! Look at them! Their clothes are even more... aerodynamic!" she exclaimed, a thoughtful look on her face. "Do you think I need more... ventilation, My Emperor? Maybe my shorts are too long?" Her curvy body wiggled as she gestured down at her exposed legs, one adorned with a black thigh strap and a fishnet thigh-high stocking.

"Oh! I know!" A brilliant, and utterly lewd, idea lit up her face. "After we get food, and visit the 'hotel', we should go to a 'club'! I saw a video that said the best way to enjoy clubbing is in a dark corner, grinding your bodies together until you're all sweaty!" Her round ass gave a little bounce of excitement. "It sounds like a wonderful way to pledge our fealty! What do you want to do first? Eat, stay, or… rub?"

8. 2nd Ascension. Chaldea. BB. Forming An Alliance Is All Well And Good, But It Never Hurts To Read The Fine Print, Especially When The Contract Was Drafted By a Devilish Kouhai.

BB strolled into Yuyu’s personal quarters as if she owned the place, a data pad held under one arm. Yuyu, who was arranging a vase of otherworldly blue flowers on a lacquered table, turned to face her. Her black hair was held neatly by her bun covers, the black dudou clinging to her curvy body.

“Ne, ne, Yuyu-chan~!” BB chirped, her long purple hair swishing as she plopped down onto Yuyu’s silk-sheeted bed, making it bounce. Her skimpy purple bikini top did little to hide her large breasts. “Big news from the producer’s office! I’ve decided we’re forming an alliance! The ‘Get Senpai Hot-and-Bothered Strategic Partnership’!”

Yuyu flinched at the intrusion but managed a polite smile. “An alliance, BB-senpai?” She smoothed down her dark blue waist cape, a nervous habit. “To… combine our efforts for the Emperor’s happiness? What a wonderful idea! I would be honored to assist!”

“Hai, hai~ That’s the spirit!” BB said, pulling up a contract on her holographic data pad. "Okay, so here are the terms. BB-chan gets all daytime and nighttime hours, all private consultations, and exclusive rights to teasing and lap pillows. You, Yuyu-chan, will be in charge of nutritional support—that is, snacks—and wardrobe maintenance.”

“Snacks? And… laundry?” Yuyu’s smile froze. The blue flowers on the table pulsed with a faint, angry light. “But… a consort’s duty is to be by her Emperor’s side! To pamper him, to… t-to share his bed! That is the greatest honor! Why do you get all the lap pillow rights?!”

“Aww, did I hit a nerve?” BB purred, her violet eyes gleaming with mischief. The whale tail from her purple g-string peeked over her low-cut black micro-shorts as she crossed her legs. “It’s about efficiency, silly. My methods have a proven success rate. Yours end in… well, you know. Incinerating things. You handle the support role, I’ll handle the main event.”

“Uuu… That’s… that’s not fair!” Yuyu stomped her foot, her black pumps clicking sharply. “I-I'll have you know my pampering is legendary! If you try to keep me from my Emperor, I’ll… I’ll…!” Small blue flames began to lick at her fingertips, her black bracers glowing ominously. “I’ll burn you to a crisp, you… you lewd kouhai!”

“Ooh, scary!” BB cooed, utterly unimpressed as she examined her nails. Her plump thighs shifted on the bed. “Look, sweetie. You can either be my cute little sidekick in this operation, or you can be the rival character who gets pathetically defeated in the first act. Your choice~♡”

Yuyu’s flames sputtered and died out. She looked down, a defeated pout on her face. Her round ass shifted uncomfortably. “...Fine. I’ll… I’ll do the snacks. But I’m adding ‘Headpat Duty’ to my responsibilities! And I want at least two evenings a week! For… for pipa practice!”

“Deal!” BB smirked, knowing she had won completely. "Welcome to the team, sidekick. Our first mission: Operation Make Senpai Beg. It’s gonna be fun~ Ehehe~"

9. 2nd Ascension. Chaldea. Wu Zetian. You Should Respect Your Elders, But That Rule Doesn’t Specify What To Do When Said Elder Is A Smol Gremlin Who’s Scared Of A Tea Ghost.

The two empresses stood in a richly decorated Chaldea lounge, sunlight streaming through a large porthole window overlooking a snowy landscape. Wu Zetian, in her sheer purple robes, paced before a whimpering Yang Guifei. Yuyu’s black hair and bun covers were immaculate, but her curvy body trembled beneath the black dudou.

“Kukuku~ Are you listening, you fool?” Wu sneered, one hand on her hip, her purple hair’s voluminous twintails swishing. “We observed your performance in the simulator today. Clumsy. Sentimental. You coddle the Master! A proper consort must be a weapon, not a wet nurse! One more mistake, and we may have to consider a… wine barrel correction.”

“Uuu… B-but Emper-… Ancestor… I was only trying to make him comfortable…” Yuyu sniffled, dabbing at a fake tear. Just as Wu’s smug grin widened, Yuyu’s expression snapped to one of wide-eyed horror. “Waah! Wait! Ancestor, did you just tap your foot three times while facing north?!”

Wu froze mid-sneer, her prominent forehead wrinkling in confusion. "H-hey...!? What of it? We were merely keeping rhythm to our brilliant lecture!" Her smol petite body stiffened, and her pink eyes darted around the room. “W-what superstition have you dredged up now, you simpleton?”

“N-no, no, no! My village elders always said that tapping your foot three times to the north on a sunny day invites the Specter of Unfinished Teas!” Yuyu cried, her voice filled with fabricated panic. “It follows you for a week, whispering all your embarrassing secrets just loud enough for others to hear! A-and it hates empresses!”

“AWAAAWA?!” The kusogaki facade shattered instantly. Wu let out a pathetic squeak, her round ass plunking down hard on a nearby velvet couch. “The S-Specter of… T-Teas?! Why would it hate empresses?! H-HEY!? We command you to stop this nonsense! This is a direct order! Cut it out!”

“It’s too late!” Yuyu declared grimly, rushing to her side with a plush blanket snatched from the back of the couch. “The only thing that can ward it off is warmth and affection from a junior! Here!” She wrapped the blanket tightly around the trembling loli, pulling her into a hug that mashed Wu's face into her breasts.

“E-eeep! W-what are you… Unhand us, you harlot!” Wu shrieked, her voice muffled as her compact build was completely enveloped. But she made no real effort to escape. Yuyu’s dark blue waist cape settled around them like a protective shield.

"Mā, mā♪ Don't worry, my poor, terrified ancestor," Yuyu cooed, a triumphant, smug glint in her eyes as she stroked the quivering twintails. "Yuyu will protect you. I’ll stay right here and pamper you all night. Yoshi yoshi~ The scary ghost won't get you while I’m holding you. Fufu~"

10. 2nd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. Nautilus. Never Accept A Gift From A Foreigner-Class Servant, Especially If It Has More Limbs Than You Do And Makes Engine Noises Sound Like A Lullaby.

Turning a corner in the Nautilus’s sterile, metallic corridors, Yang Guifei nearly collided with the Master. Her eyes widened in a display of perfect, practiced surprise. Her black hair, held immaculately by her bun covers, barely swayed. The tight black dudou clung to her curvy body as she held her hands excitedly behind her back.

"Ah! Master! Hao hao♪ What a wonderful coincidence!" she chirped, her voice echoing slightly against the curved metal walls. "This ship is so big—well, not really big big, but it has so many identical hallways! I keep getting turned around. Ehehe~ Actually, I was just looking for you!"

Stepping closer, the soft click of her black pumps was the only sound besides the submarine's low hum. "You see, everyone is working so hard… Captain Nemo, Skadi-san, even Osakabehime-san in her own way… and I've been feeling a little useless." Her blue eyes cast downwards in a show of adorable melancholy. "I haven't been able to contribute much besides listening, you know?"

"So! I decided to do what I can to boost morale!" she announced, her cheerfulness returning in a flash. "I've been going around and talking to everyone, even all those cute little Nemo Marines! They are just the sweetest boys, always saluting and getting flustered. So I decided to make them all good luck charms!"

With a flourish, she brought a hand forward, revealing a small, exquisitely crafted doll that was a perfect, unsettling replica of the Master, right down to his Command Seals. Except, bizarrely, it had three legs. "I made one for you, too! To keep you safe on our scary underwater adventure!" Her dark blue waist cape swished, emphasizing her wide hips as she leaned in.

"I gave one to each of the Marines already. They seemed… very happy. Ehehe~ I was so focused on cramming as much 'good fortune' and 'happiness' into them that I think I made them look a little… strange?" With a hopeful expression, she gently pressed the doll into the Master’s hand. Her fingers, framed by her black bracers, lingered on his for a moment too long.

The moment the doll touched his skin, a strange warmth spread up his arm, fuzzy and pleasant. The low hum of the engines seemed to fade, replaced by a soft, melodic hum inside his own head. All his anxieties about their mission, the creeping dread of the Imaginary Sea… it all just melted away, replaced by a simple, profound sense of trust.

Trust in this sweet girl before him. Her smile felt like the only truth in the universe. Her presence, the only safety he'd ever need.

"S-so? What do you think?" she asked, her round ass shifting nervously as she clasped her hands together. Her plump thighs pressed together in an anxious gesture. "Please don’t make fun of my handiwork! It's a bit crooked, I know, but I promise the love I put into it is pure! It will bring you good luck! I swear it!"

11. 2nd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. Nautilus. Even In The Cold Emptiness of Space, Someone Is Waiting In Your Bed To Offer You Unsolicited-But-Deeply-Seductive Psychotherapy.

The Master's quarters were quiet, save for the ever-present thrum of the Nautilus cutting through the Void. There, sprawled across his bed like a decadent offering, was Yang Guifei. Her black hair, held by its ornate bun covers, fanned out across the pillows. The tight black dudou did little to conceal her curvy body, her pose an open invitation.

"Ehehe~ Master, you found me." Her voice was a playful purr. "Yuyu was feeling a little… naughty. I thought I’d sneak in here for a secret chat." She shifted, propping herself up on her elbows. The movement caused the simple overhead light to glint off her black pumps. "Don’t tell the Captain, okay? It'll be our little secret."

Her playful expression sobered, turning into one of profound empathy. "I saw you earlier, on the bridge. Arguing with Captain Nemo." She sighed, her blue eyes filled with a soft light. "You were so strong, so firm. I’m glad you could convince him. But… please don’t be angry with him for too long. He’s just protecting everyone the only way he knows how. He has a good heart, even if it's a bit… spiky."

"And you were right about Goghi. She’s... different, I know. A little scary, even. But that doesn't make her evil." She sat up fully, her dark blue waist cape pooling around her wide hips. "It makes my heart so warm to see you trying to befriend her when everyone else is keeping their distance. That kindness is what makes you such a wonderful leader."

Her gaze intensified. "But… there’s one person in all of this that I feel the most sorry for. And that’s you, Master." She reached out, her hand hovering just above his. "You have to be the strong one for everyone. The mediator. The final say. You carry all of that weight, all that stress… and you never, ever let it show. Doesn’t it get heavy? Doesn't your heart ache sometimes?"

Her hand dropped, gently stroking the back of his. "My heart aches just watching you. Seeing you force yourself to be an adult all the time." The scent of lychees and something else—something ancient and hypnotic from Fomalhaut—seemed to fill the room. "But what if… just for a little while… you didn’t have to be? What if you could just… let go? Let it all fall away and just be… a helpless little baby?"

She leaned in, her plump thighs brushing against the bed frame as she brought her face close to his, her voice a seductive, honeyed whisper. "Think about it. No decisions. No responsibilities. No need to be strong. Just… feeling good. Being spoiled rotten. Let Yuyu take the wheel. I can peel back all those stressful layers of 'responsibility' from your mind like fruit." Her long fingers, framed by her black bracers, began to glow with a faint, warm light.

"I will take care of everything. I'll read all of your secret, hidden desires and fulfill every single one of them. I’ll praise you, pamper you, and give you everything you’ve been too afraid to ask for." The glow intensified, a soft, irresistible lullaby of psychic energy.

"And when you’ve had your fill… I'll put all the walls back up, and no one will ever know. You’ll just feel… lighter. Happier. Stronger." Her round ass shifted, pressing her closer. "So what do you say, Master? Let Yuyu take care of you. Just for a little while~♪"

12. 2nd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. Nautilus. Osakabehime. The Difference Between 'Moral Support' and 'Psychological Warfare' Can Often Be Found Inside a Bento Box.

The Nautilus’s torpedo bay reeked of ozone and cold, recycled air. Osakabehime was having a total meltdown, hyperventilating against the cold steel of a launch tube. Yang Guifei found her there, a picture of serene grace. Her black hair was neatly styled under her bun covers, with her curvy body outlined by the tight black dudou.

"Mā, mā♪ What's wrong, Batty? Why the long face?" Yuyu asked, her voice echoing slightly in the metallic room. "Ehehe~ It’s almost time for your big slide ride, ne? You must be so excited!" She clasped her hands together, her black bracers gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights striping the ceiling.

"EXCITED?! Majiwhaaat?! This isn't a fun-time event quest, it's a sugoi-level horror game! I'm about to be isekai'd into a sea of RNG death! The gacha rates for survival here are worser than a spook banner! I am literally shini-dying right now!" Okki shrieked, her pink bikini top straining as she pounded a fist against the torpedo tube.

"Hao hao♪ Such spirit! You're really getting into the role!" Yuyu chirped, completely unfazed. She delicately placed a small, cloth-wrapped bento box on a nearby maintenance console. "I even packed a special bento for my co-star. A princess must keep her HP up for the season finale, ne?"

"B-Bento?! Y-you think a buff item will help?! This is payback, isn't it?! Payback for the Scouter incident!" Okki pointed a trembling finger at her, her red goggles nearly sliding off her forehead. "This is because I revealed your PDF and forced you to say your real name! You wanted to do a cool, mysterious reveal for Ma-chan and I totally flagged it! Gomenasorry, okay?!"

"Payback? Fufu~ What a silly script idea," Yuyu tilted her head, a picture of pure innocence, though her gaze was sharp. "I just thought a top-tier data analyst like yourself would appreciate a front-row seat to gather... rare materials for her next doujin. Think of it as exclusive access. A gift, from one princess to another~♪"

Okki let out a strangled sob, sliding down the tube to a pathetic heap on the floor grating. Her ample breasts jiggled with the movement. "A 'gift'?! That's NTR! Nasty Torpedo Ride! The worst kind of netorare! No no no! I'm not a brave hero-type! YAMEROOO!" She scrambled up, trying to escape only to be blocked by two of Yuyu's silently appearing Fire Handmaidens.

"Un, un♪ Now, now, don't be a tsundere about it," Yuyu cooed, her voice dripping with sadistic sweetness as she picked up the bento box. "We wouldn't want to delay the shoot, would we? Say 'Ahh,' Batty. You need your strength for the big splash~♡" Her dark blue waist cape swayed gently, a final, beautiful flag on Okki's doomed route.

13. 2nd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. Nautilus. Minamoto-no-Raikou. When You Stare Into The Abyss Of Lewdness, The Abyss Looks Back And Asks Why You Aren’t Wearing Any Pants.

The low hum of the Nautilus’s bridge was shattered by a sudden fzzzzt. The main holoscreen fizzled, emergency lights flickered red, and then everything returned to normal. Raikou and Yuyu, who had been standing near the Captain’s chair, instantly snapped into combat stances. Yuyu’s black hair and bun covers were stark against the alert lighting, her curvy body tense beneath her black dudou.

“A system failure? Unlikely!” Raikou’s voice was sharp steel, her long purple hair seeming to crackle with energy. Her iron yo-yo appeared in her hand, spinning ominously. “This is the work of a spy! A lewd, disorderly presence attempting to sabotage this vessel and corrupt my child! I can smell the filth!”

“A-a spy?” Yuyu echoed, her black pumps shifting nervously on the vibrating deck plates. “Un, un! But who could possibly be so wicked?” She glanced at a nearby tactical display showing crew vitals, her own paranoia igniting. “Everyone here is so loyal to the Emperor…”

“Loyal?! Ha! Don’t be naive, Lady Yang!” Raikou’s intense purple eyes scanned the room, finding culprits everywhere. “It’s that lazy, lecherous Lancer! That perverted penguin ballerina, pirouetting past public purity protocols! Her shameless strutting is a symptom of a sickness that must be purged!” Her enormously large breasts heaved with righteous fury.

“M-mā, mā! Lambda-chan is just… practicing her ballet! Yes! Her art requires a very… flexible uniform!” Yuyu stammered, wringing her hands anxiously. “And Batty? She’s just… researching! For a doujinshi on proper operational security! She's helping!” Her dark blue waist cape swayed as she spun to face Raikou.

“HELPING?! That hikikomori harlot is a hazard! And what of that haughty, holier-than-thou Caster, Skadi? Her chilly chastity is a clear cover for a cauldron of corrupting thoughts! That dress slit is a violation of at least twelve moral codes!” Raikou seethed, tightening her grip on Vajra. The black kote on her arm creaked.

“Wait…” Yuyu’s eyes widened, a horrifying realization dawning on her as she looked at Raikou’s own pink microkini. “Raikou-san… this chaotic energy… this focus on lewdness… it’s a corrupting influence, ne? It preys on those with the purest hearts, twisting their devotion into a weapon…”

Raikou froze, her own logic turning against her. “What… what are you saying?” She stared down at her own scantily clad, absurdly curvy body as if seeing it for the first time. The yo-yo stopped spinning. “Me…? A conduit for… impurity? This outfit… this vigilance… has it all been a trap?! HAVE I BECOME LEWD?!”

“Hoora~ There is only one way to cleanse such a deep-rooted impurity!” Yuyu declared, her expression now one of serene certainty. She took Raikou’s hand. “We must double our efforts! We must pamper the Emperor so thoroughly, so completely, that our combined wholesome energy will burn away any and all corruption within us! Come! To the Master’s quarters!”

14. 2nd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. Nautilus. Captain Nemo. Local Man Is All His Own Children.

Yuyu found Captain Nemo in one of the Nautilus’s storage bays, overseeing a group of tireless Nemo Marines sorting through supply crates. Her black hair was perfectly arranged beneath its bun covers, and the tight black dudou hugged her curvy body as she approached the young captain with a warm, concerned smile.

"Hao hao♪ Hello there, Captain. You and your children are working as hard as a school of tuna on the run, ne?" Yuyu’s voice was soft over the metallic echo of the room. "I was just watching them. They're so diligent and cute. But… are they getting enough rest?"

"Lady Yang," Nemo replied, turning to her. He adjusted his white captain's jacket, looking pleased by her concern. "My crew is always in shipshape condition. We run a tight ship, but I ensure every Marine gets adequate downtime. Maintaining crew morale is as important as patching a leaky hull!"

"Fufu~ I am glad to hear it," she said, her dark blue waist cape swaying as she took a step closer, peering over his shoulder at the Marines. "It must be so difficult, raising so many children all by yourself in such a dangerous place. You are like a brave sea turtle, guiding all his little hatchlings to the safety of the ocean!"

Nemo’s composure cracked, and a deep blush crept up his neck. "Ch-children?! They’re not my children, they're my crew! My subordinates!" He gestured wildly towards them with a gloved hand. "And I'm not their father! I'm their Captain! There's a world of difference between a commanding officer and… a parent!"

"Ehehe~ But you care for them so deeply, and they look up to you," Yuyu insisted, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You even made them all matching outfits! It’s like you're a single father with a dozen identical boys to look after. It's so admirable and sweet!"

"That's not—! They're not—! Ugh, fine!" Nemo blurted out, thoroughly flustered. He jabbed a thumb at his own chest, his blonde hair and blue twintails bouncing with the motion. "They're not my children because they're ME! Every single last one of them is a partition of my Saint Graph! They're all part of Captain Nemo!"

Yuyu blinked, then her smile widened into one of dawning, delighted, and completely wrong understanding. “Ooooh! I see now!” She clasped her hands, her black bracers tapping together. "So when you want to play with building blocks or bake little fish-shaped cakes, you just... make a little you to do it for you! How wonderfully efficient!"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT AT ALL!" Nemo shrieked, his voice echoing off the crates. "Running a bakery is a vital part of crew sustenance! It's not 'playing'! And I do NOT play with building blocks! Maintaining the engine is a complex and serious job! Don't you try to anchor me with these baseless accusations!"

"Yoshi yoshi~ There, there," Yuyu cooed, reaching out to pat his turban as if he were a pouting toddler. "No need to be embarrassed. A great ruler must have an outlet for his inner child. It is the secret to a balanced heart. I shall have some lychee-flavored milk sent to the engine room for you and your... other yous."

"I DON'T NEED ANY MILK!" The little Captain's face was as red as a boiled lobster. He stomped one of his blue high heels in pure frustration. "Full speed ahead, away from this conversation! Retreat! Retreat!" He turned and marched off, leaving Yuyu giggling softly to herself in the now-quiet storage bay.

15. 2nd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. Nautilus. Nemo Marines. It’s Not Brainwashing If It’s This Cute!

The rec room of the Nautilus had been transformed into Yang Guifei's personal concert hall. After an hour of mesmerizing pipa music and enchanting dances, the dozen Nemo Marines sat in a circle around her, completely captivated. Her black hair, held by its ornate bun covers, swayed rhythmically, her curvy body a picture of grace in the tight black dudou.

“Ehehe~ See? Wasn’t that much more fun than polishing bulkheads?” Yuyu laughed, her song finished. Now she held a small lacquer bowl filled with sweet rice cakes. “Good little sailors who work so hard deserve a special reward from their onee-chan. Open wide, now~♪”

"Sugoi, Yuyu-nechan! You're a better singer than the ship's warning siren!" one of the shota-boys in his white uniform chirped, eagerly taking a cake from her fingers. "And your dancing is so cool! Chuu, chuu~!" another added, his cheeks puffed with mochi. "Can you teach us to spin like that?"

“Hoora~ All in good time, my cute little soldiers,” Yuyu giggled, moving from one to the next in a slow, graceful dance. Her black pumps were silent on the cold metal floor. She began giving each boy a gentle headpat as she passed. “You are all such good boys, working so hard for our Emperor.”

A palpable wave of warmth and pure moe radiated from her hand with each pat, making the Marines’ hair stand on end with a faint static crackle. They gazed up at her, their eyes wide and dazed. "Whoa... feels like... my brain is getting all fuzzy..." one mumbled happily, leaning into her touch.

Yuyu’s smile was overwhelmingly sweet, her dark blue waist cape swirling as she moved to the final Marine. “Yoshi yoshi~ This is onee-chan’s special energy to make you strong. Just be sure to keep those little three-legged dolls I gave you safe, okay? They’re very important charms. They keep all the bad things away.”

"We will, Yuyu-nechan!" they all shouted in a slightly hypnotized-sounding chorus. The energy in the room was thick with doting affection, and the small, unsettling dolls tucked into their belts seemed to pulse with a faint, sympathetic blue light, unnoticed by the adoring children.

"Good! Then onee-chan will teach you a new dance tomorrow!" she declared, clapping her hands. Her black bracers gleamed. The boys erupted into cheers, their previous exhaustion completely forgotten, replaced by a zealous, slightly vacant devotion to their wonderful, terrifying new big sister.

16. 2nd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. Nautilus. Katsushika Hokusai. The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions, But The Road To A Hit Doujinshi Is Paved With Unsolicited Nudes And A Foreign God’s Erotomania.

Ōei cornered Yuyu near the Nautilus's galley, the smell of Nemo Bakery's fresh bread thick in the air. She held up a large, rolled-up canvas with a sheepish grin. Yuyu stood stiffly, a picture of courtly elegance with her black hair in its bun covers, her curvy body framed by the tight black dudou.

"Alright, alright, here!" Ōei grumbled, her rough Edo accent a stark contrast to the sterile environment. "It's an apology for messin' with your weird little voodoo doll. Pops and I put our backs into this one, so ya better like it!" She unfurled the canvas with a dramatic snap. Toto-sama floated beside her head, squeaking excitedly.

It was an ukiyo-e masterpiece. A shockingly detailed, gloriously nude portrait of the Master. Yuyu's polite smile froze. Her eyes widened, scanning the art piece. The brushwork was incredible, capturing the subtle flex of muscle, the intensity of his gaze, the… shocking generosity of his proportions. It was fine art, but it was also unapologetically pornographic.

"Whaddya think? Pretty accurate, right?" Ōei said, leaning in conspiratorially. The yellow sash of her red kimono brushed against a nearby fire extinguisher. "Saw you starin' at him earlier, so I figured you'd appreciate some high-quality 'reference material'. The lines, the shading… a body like that is just beggin' to be drawn, y'know?"

"His… hands…" Yuyu whispered, tracing the lines in the air with a single finger. Her black pumps seemed rooted to the spot. "They are so strong… like they could hold the entire world. And that look in his eyes… it's just like… my Emperor…" A faint, lust-filled flush crept up her neck.

"Eh?" Ōei blinked, her blue eyes widening. "Wait, this is turnin' ya on? Seriously?" A greedy, avaricious glint entered her expression as Yuyu continued muttering about the drawing's "regal bearing" and "imperial essence." Toto-sama squeaked, "Kyuu, kyuu! Squii!" which Ōei immediately translated. "Pops says you've got the look of a prime model yourself!"

"Such… power…" Yuyu continued, now completely lost in a horny, delusional haze. Her gaze drifted down the painting. "Even his… Imperial Scepter… is of such a magnificent, commanding size… Yes… It must be him. The resemblance is undeniable!" She looked at Ōei, her own eyes now glowing with a dangerous, newfound conviction.

"Hey, hey! If you like the 'material' that much…" Ōei purred, a predatory artist's grin spreading across her face. "How about you help me make some more? I'll provide the brush, you provide the inspiration… and maybe a pose or two? We could make a bestseller that'll shake this whole submarine! Whaddya say, partner?" This was an opportunity far too good to pass up.

17. 2nd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. Nautilus. Van Gogh. The Lychee Interrogation.

In a quiet corner of the Nautilus's mess hall, Yang Guifei had cornered Van Gogh at a small table. The scent of fresh bread from Nemo Bakery hung in the air. Yuyu’s black hair was perfectly arranged beneath her bun covers, and her curvy body leaned forward conspiratorially, her black dudou stretching slightly.

"Hoora~ So tell me everything! Don't spare a single detail!" Yuyu chirped, pushing a plate of intricately sliced lychees across the polished steel table. "I heard my Emperor took you on a little... outing. Fufu~ Was he a perfect gentleman? Did your heart go doki-doki?"

“K-Khe! I-It wasn't a… a date! S-sorry! It was just… reconnaissance!” Goghi stammered, fidgeting with the oversized cuff of her blue overall shorts. Her orange messy hair seemed to wilt under Yuyu's intense gaze. “H-he just… wanted my opinion on a… a simulation of a Parisian café…”

“A café! How romantic!” Yuyu clapped her hands, her black bracers clicking together. "Did he buy you flowers? Did he whisper sweet nothings? Ooh, I bet you two shared a drink! Did you get tipsy? Ehehe~ Emperors love it when their consorts get a little flushed and clumsy."

“I-I almost ordered absinthe! Ehehe... popular with the artists... and the ladies who kept... leaving. Very popular. Khe... W-would’ve been a quick way to Gogh, if you know what I mean! Ehehe...” Goghi coughed, a pained smile on her face. Her thin body trembled slightly. “S-sorry. Bad joke. He… he ordered me an elderflower cordial instead. It was… nice.”

"Elderflower! How wholesome!" Yuyu's smile didn't waver, but her tone had the faintest edge of condescending pity. Her dark blue waist cape shifted as she leaned in closer. "Just like a sweet little flower, enjoying a sweet little drink with a kind man. Master is so good at handling… fragile things."

"H-he is!" Goghi's own blue eyes lit up with genuine warmth for the first time. "He… he let me teach him how to draw sunflowers. He wasn't very good! Khe... But he listened! He really listened… that was the best part. I… I was happy." She hugged her big sunflower staff tightly.

"Aw, how wonderful~" Yuyu cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. She plucked a lychee from the plate. “Yoshi yoshi~ What a good girl, having such a nice, wholesome time. You see? Master knows exactly how to handle someone as... special as you. But next time, if you want a real date... just watch how a professional does it~♪"

18. 3rd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. The Betrayal of Yang Guifei. The Bane of the Dynasty.

The strange, cavernous void-space felt almost warm. The suffocating presence of the Evil God of Flowers was gone, replaced by a fragile sense of hope. Clytie-Van Gogh stood before them all, nervously twisting a strap on her blue overall shorts. Her orange, messy hair framed a face filled with a clumsy, tearful gratitude.

"S-sorry... Khe... Thank you... Thank you all for... not giving up on me," she stammered, clutching a sunflower staff that seemed to glow with a gentle light. "Even when I wanted to... Gogh away... you stayed. I... I'm not that great painter. I'm just... Clytie-Van Gogh. A Greek girl who likes to paint. And because of you... I finally like being me!" Her voice broke on the last word.

"That's the spirit, Clytie!" Captain Nemo declared, a rare, genuine smile on his face. "Forging your own identity from the pieces you're given is the mark of a true captain! I'm proud of you!"

"Indeed! A fine, wholesome child who has overcome her rebellious phase!" Raikou added, nodding sagely. Her enormous breasts shifted under her microkini. "You have made your mother... I mean, me... very proud!"

"Ooh, ooh! Clytie-chan, congrats on getting your memories back! Now you have no excuse!" Osakabehime blurted out, her red goggles perched on her head. "You can totally help me meet my doujinshi deadlines! Your painter skills must be totally OP for inking backgrounds! We can be the ultimate creative circle!"

Goghi just beamed, a genuine, happy flush on her cheeks. "T-thank you... but the biggest thanks go to the Master. You... you accepted me first." With a gesture, the air in front of her coalesced into a gleaming, golden shape—a Holy Grail. "This is... my farewell gift. To help you all get home."

"BEHIND YOU!" a synthetic voice roared. Like a thunderclap, Xiang Yu charged past the group, his massive form a blur aimed at the seemingly empty space behind Clytie. He vanished into a blinding explosion of searing blue flame that threw everyone back.

“Fufu~♪”

A musical, mocking laugh echoed through the cave. Yang Guifei floated where Xiang Yu had been, clad in her otherworldly black dress, a halo of blue flame burning above her head. A grievous wound on her side sealed itself with an unnatural sizzle. "Oh my. To attack with your Noble Phantasm right away... as expected of the Hegemon-King. But it's too little, too late."

The smoke cleared, revealing Xiang Yu's scorched, broken form. "Curse you... Bane of the Dynasty..." he rasped, before collapsing.

"Y-YUYU-TAN?!" Osakabehime shrieked, her voice cracking with pure disbelief. "W-we gossiped about the latest gacha banners! I taught you what 'shipping' means! You taught me how to properly apply blush! WAS ALL OF THAT A LIE?! WAS OUR GYARU PRINCESS ALLIANCE... JUST A NORMIE PLOT?!"

"I knew it!" Raikou bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger. "I suspected you from the start! Your obsessive pampering of my child... it was clearly a lewd attempt to weaken his moral fortitude! A tactic of the highest impurity! PRO-HI-BI-TED!"

"YOU SUSPECTED LITERALLY EVERYONE EXCEPT HER!" Nemo yelled, his pragmatism finally snapping. "You accused ME of being a spy because nautical terms sounded 'lewd' to you! Don't you dare try to take credit for this!"

"Oh, Batty, I am so very sorry," Yuyu said, her expression one of genuine sadness. "I truly did enjoy our time together. You are my precious friend." Her eyes, however, glowed with an alien coldness. "Unfortunately, your continued existence is... inconvenient for my Emperor's plan."

With a soft snap of her fingers, the Nemo Marines appeared, surrounding the group. Their cheerful faces were gone, replaced by slack-jawed expressions and eyes that glowed with the same blue light as Yuyu's halo. "Iä... iä... Fomalhaut..." they chanted in unison, before charging. The Servants moved to intercept, a desperate dance of trying to disarm without harming the children.

"Those dolls you gave them... Your influence!" Nemo shouted over the chaos. "That's why my connection to them felt so... corrupted!"

"Fufu~ Of course," Yuyu giggled, an insane glee in her voice. "Sowing a little discord here, framing our dear, broken artist there... it was so easy to make you all dance to my tune. And those cute little good luck charms? They turned my adorable little spies into the most wonderful little receivers." As she spoke, one of the enthralled Marines snatched the Grail from Goghi's hands, presenting it to its new master.

"The Grail! What are you planning to do?!" Nemo demanded.

"Isn't it obvious?" Yuyu held the Grail aloft, her voice soaring with ecstatic fervor. "I'm going to use it to bring my Emperor forth! Not as a mere whisper, but in his true, glorious, and complete form! Our final reunion is at hand!"

"Urgh, this is the worst kind of parasocial relationship!" Okki groaned, dodging a Marine's tackle. "She's gone full-blown yandere for a husbando she made up in her head! That's, like, Doujinshi Plot 101 for a tragic ending!"

Yuyu looked at her with pity. "Poor, foolish creature. Do you still not understand?" she asked, her voice soft. "My Emperor has been with us this entire time... though I admit, his choice of such a fragile, human vessel is a mystery even to me." Her gaze fell upon, and her delicate finger pointed directly at... the Master.

Her entire demeanor shifted to that of a doting, triumphant consort. "Ehehe~ Did you see, my love? Your Guifei has performed her duties perfectly! Just as you planned!" She paused, tilting her head as if listening.

"Mmm~ You're praising me? Oh, you're making me blush!" She cupped her cheeks, her body writhing with a phantom pleasure. "So, what shall I do now, Your Majesty? What is your desire?"

She listened again, her eyes widening with manic joy. "Yes... yes, I see! As you command!" Yuyu raised the Grail to the "sky" of the void.

"BY THIS HOLY GRAIL, I DECREE: LET THE FESTIVAL OF DESCENT BEGIN! LET THE VESSELS OF THE OUTER ONES BATTLE FOR DOMINION! LET THE VOID AND THE HUMAN ORDER BECOME THE PRIZE!"

The world lurched. Across the Imaginary Sea, four colossal pillars of light erupted into existence—terrifying signatures of power belonging to MHXX, Abigail, Hokusai, and Yuyu herself, now radiating the energy of gods.

"I will await you in my temple, My Emperor," Yuyu whispered to the Master, before vanishing in a shower of blue embers.

The Marines collapsed, their possession broken. Chaos reigned. "...Okay," Nemo said, his voice dangerously calm. "New mission objective: we need to stop that insane, lovesick eldritch horror."

"But who's that?" Osakabehime asked, pointing a trembling finger.

Everyone turned. Standing where Clytie had been was her Bloom Form—a floating, silent figure with pale skin, black sclera, and bouquets of sunflowers for hands. She gave a small, awkward wave. She was the only Foreigner who hadn't been powered up.

"S-sorry..." a telepathic voice, still thick with anxiety, echoed in their minds. "A... a territory war? That sounds like... way too much social obligation for me... so I, uh... respectfully declined the invitation? Ehehe..."

A dead silence fell over the bridge crew. Their last, best hope was a socially anxious sunflower girl who had literally opted out of becoming a god because it sounded like too much work.

19. 3rd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. The Abyssal Studio. Katsushika Hokusai. Possessiveness Comes In Many Forms, Including 'Aggressive Cuddling' and 'Inspirational Bondage,' Feel Free To Choose Your Poison.

The Abyssal Studio was a dimension of pure creation. Giant, half-finished ink paintings of sea monsters swam through the void between floating islands of tatami mats. Yuyu floated serenely towards Hokusai, a halo of blue flame burning brightly above her long black hair. Her curvy body was emphasized by the intricate cutouts of her black dress.

"Isn't this paradise, Hokusai-san? A world where you can create without limit." Yuyu’s voice was honey-sweet, but her blue fin ears twitched, sensing the approach of Chaldea's vessel through the void. "But they're coming to take it away. They'll shut down your wonderful studio and drag you back to their boring, sterile prison."

"Tch. Yeah, I know," Hokusai grumbled, her pale albino skin stark against her black micro tentacle dress. She flicked a brush, splattering ink that formed into a screeching bird. "It's a huge pain in my ass. I'm just getting warmed up here! But fighting Master and the gang is an even bigger pain."

"It doesn't have to be," Yuyu purred, manifesting a flawless, breathing illusion of the Master. He looked docile, his eyes empty, a faint blush on his cheeks. "We both adore him, don't we? So, let's make an alliance. Defeat Chaldea, capture the real one, and then let me... prepare him. I'll make him forget all his duties."

"Prepare him?" Hokusai asked, her red eyes narrowing as she looked at the vacant, pliant look on the illusion's face. The insinuation was as subtle as a tidal wave. Yuyu wanted to fuck him stupid. Before Yuyu could answer, Hokusai acted. A single, violent slash of her brush sent a wave of black ink that completely erased the illusion.

"Heh. Good try, Yuyu-chan. But that's a shitty deal," Hokusai declared, a possessive, predatory grin spreading across her face. Her voluptuous body tensed. "Why the hell would I share my ultimate muse? If anyone's gonna 'prepare' him, it's gonna be me. I'll tie him up and use him as a reference until he can't even remember his own name."

Yuyu's sweet smile finally vanished. Her long black gloves, covered in blue scales, clenched into fists as blue flame erupted around her. "You greedy, foolish octopus. Do you truly think you can handle him alone?" Rings of O-shaped glyphs burned around her. "The Emperor is mine to care for. Your vulgar art will only defile him!"

"My art's gonna do a lot more than defile him!" Hokusai shot back, summoning a dozen giant ink tentacles from the void around them. "And it's a hell of a lot more creative than your boring, obsessive pampering! Now piss off before I use you for ink!"

20. 3rd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. The Void-Streamer's Paradise of Perpetual Debt. MHXX. Simp-lifying the Economy.

Yang Guifei floated serenely amidst a cacophony of swirling holographic screens, each broadcasting a different void-affiliate get-rich-quick scheme. A halo of blue flame hovered over her long black hair, and her curvy body was accentuated by a revealing black dress. MHXX, meanwhile, was slumped on a throne made of discarded instant noodle cups, idly swiping through a void-paywall.

“He is the dawn that breaks the longest night, a sovereign whose kindness is a sun that warms the soul,” Yuyu began, her voice echoing with reverence. She projected a glowing image of the Master. “His hands are meant to rule, not to toil. His heart is a treasure that must be… secured.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it, he’s a top-tier husbando. So what?” XX grumbled, not looking up. Her blonde ponytail and its lively ahoge drooped with boredom. A dirty blue bolero hung limply off her shoulders. “Look, lady, I’m retired from the bounty hunting game. Too much paperwork. I’m a full-fledged void-tycoon now. Can’t you see? I’m busy.”

"But think of the content!" Yuyu purred, gliding closer. The blue scales on her long black gloves shimmered. “Imagine… a 24/7 reality stream. ‘My Life Being Pampered by a Hopelessly Devoted Foreigner Princess.’ He would be your greatest simp! The void-donations would be legendary! You’d be the number one Vtuber in the entire Imaginary Sea!”

XX's head snapped up, her eyes wide. A flicker of greedy genius lit her face. “A... a donation simp?” She stared at the Master's image, her brain suddenly connecting a thousand conspiracy threads. “Wait a minute… that face… that Command Seal placement… it’s a classic Saberface shell company tactic! He’s a proxy investor for the Lion King! He’s trying to corner the void-gacha market!”

“H-huh? No, that’s not—” Yuyu started, her blue fin ears twitching in confusion. The blue flame around her flickered with irritation. “I simply want you to bring him to me.” Her ass swayed as she readjusted her floating position, the high leg slits of her black dress offering a generous glimpse of her plump thighs.

“Bring him to you?! Are you trying to cut me out of my own content deal?!” XX shot to her feet, her ample breasts jiggling indignantly under her white bikini. “This is my big break! My path to escaping crippling student loan debt! My audience wants to see me expose this Saberface conspiracy, not see him get pampered by some privileged princess!”

“This has nothing to do with Saberfaces!” Yuyu snapped, her calm facade finally cracking. “This is about my Emperor’s well-being! My love! My… my private property!” A miniature sun of blue fire began to form in her palm. “You will deliver him to me, or I will turn your entire void-enterprise into a very unprofitable black hole!”

“Oh yeah?! You and what void-army?!” XX retorted, striking a dramatic hero pose and pointing. Her round ass was outlined perfectly by the pose. “This is my territory! My stream! My future whale! Find your own goddamn content, you pampered, throne-warming THOT!” The two Foreigners glared at each other, the only thing they could agree on was their mutual, burning desire to get their hands on the Master.

21. 3rd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. The Final Battle in the Azure Temple. They Say You Can’t Fight Fire With Fire, But Apparently You Can Fight It With Starry Night Oil Paint, Overwhelming Teamwork, and a Loli Empress’s Crippling Need For A Dramatic Entrance.

The air in the grand, unnatural temple crackled with heat and a low, insane hum. Ornate pillars carved with writhing, non-Euclidean patterns stretched into a dark void, the only light coming from the endless braziers of searing blue flame that cast dancing, distorted shadows. In the center of the grand hall, her halo of blue flame burning brightly, floated Yang Guifei. Before her, a defiant line was drawn: Raikou, Nemo, Lambda, a buzzing Fran, and at their head, Van Gogh.

“Welcome, My Emperor! My eternal love!” Yuyu’s voice was a joyous, ecstatic song that echoed through the chamber, directed entirely past the Servants at the Master standing behind them. “Your consort has prepared everything for your glorious return! Though... I must admit, you dispatched the other sacrifices far quicker than I anticipated. Fufu~ As expected of my magnificent ruler!”

She clasped her hands to her chest, her curvy body writhing in the air as she lost herself in a rapturous fantasy. “Soon! Soon you shall be free from your stellar prison! Your true form will blaze forth from Fomalhaut, a beautiful blue sun that will incinerate all the pathetic little insects that stand between us! We shall become one within your stellar heart, a perfect union, and I will spend eternity fulfilling your every whim, your every desire! Our love will be the only thing left in creation!”

Her eyes, burning like miniature stars, finally focused on the Servants. A mask of cold, imperial fury fell over her face. “But first… I must exterminate the pests who dare to buzz around my lord’s head.”

Raikou let out a short, sharp laugh, a sound of horrified self-awareness. “Well… this is certainly an experience. To be on the receiving end of this speech for a change. It’s usually my line.” She gripped her Vajra, her own purple eyes blazing with a competing, maternal fire.

“And it’s a terrible line every time you say it!” Nemo shot back, adjusting his turban. “Can we please agree to abolish the ‘exterminating pests’ monologue from our collective vocabulary after this?!”

“While I can appreciate the sheer passion—it’s quite artistic, in a destructive sort of way—I must decline the offer to be incinerated just yet,” Lambda declared, striking a pose. “I have an international tour scheduled for next season, and my fans would be devastated if I missed it.”

“Hot…” Fran buzzed, arcs of lightning dancing between her horns as she readied her mace. “Enemy… strong… must… smash!”

“Everyone, please! Wait!” Van Gogh stepped forward, her voice trembling but firm. “Let me… let me speak with her first. One artist to another.”

Yuyu tilted her head, a flicker of amusement on her face. “Very well, little sunflower. You may have your final words.”

“Y-Yuyu-san… Thank you,” Goghi began, her voice cracking with sincerity. “For the kind words you said to me on the ship. Even if they were… a lie… they felt warm. I don’t believe they were all fake. And now… I can see it. You’re broken, just like me.”

Her voice grew stronger, filled with a fierce, protective resolve. “And I will do anything to save a kind person like you! Even if… even if it means forcing you to experience the pain of rejection! Ehehe! I will show you what true loneliness feels like! Guifei-san… Nooit, neen, nimmer!”

For a split second, Yuyu's serene mask faltered, replaced by a flash of pure, unadulterated rage.

“Insolent little weed!”

The temple erupted in a storm of blue fire. Waves of searing plasma washed over the hall as schools of flame-fish erupted from the walls, swarming the party. Clones of Yuyu, shimmering like heat haze, materialized, her Fire Handmaidens dancing and unleashing fireballs from all sides.

The battle was joined. Raikou’s Vajra became a storm of lightning, clashing with Yuyu’s fire in thunderous explosions that cracked the obsidian floor.

Lambda danced through a torrent of attacks, her bladed legs a silver blur that carved through fire-fish. “Is that all the heat you can bring? My warm-ups are more intense than this!” she taunted.

“Mama! Behind you!” Fran yelled, tackling Lambda out of the way of a massive fire clone’s attack.

Fran then obliterated the clone with a swing of her mace that sent blue embers flying everywhere.

“D-don’t call me Mama!” Lambda shrieked, her face a furious crimson as she landed gracefully. “And I saw it coming! I was just… luring it in! Baka!”

Meanwhile, Goghi faced the true Yuyu. It was a terrifying, beautiful duel.

Yuyu’s azure flames lashed out, only to be caught on Goghi’s sunflower staff; the alien fire sizzled, transforming into splatters of thick, blue oil paint that Goghi flung back as burning projectiles. Carnivorous sunflowers with razor-sharp teeth sprouted from the floor, devouring Yuyu’s flame familiars.

The two Foreigners were locked in a stalemate of beautiful, creative destruction.

“Give me an opening! Now!” Goghi screamed. Her allies responded as one. Raikou, Nemo, Lambda and Fran unleashed a combined, overwhelming assault on Yuyu, forcing the enraged consort onto the defensive.

“Everyone… close your eyes! Don’t look!”

The world dissolved. The temple, the fire, the void—it all vanished, replaced by a swirling, three-dimensional oil painting of a night sky.

Every brush stroke was a fold in reality, and the massive, glowing yellow stars were both impossibly close and horrifyingly distant.

Then the perspective lurched, and the sky became a vast, still lake under a bleeding red moon as a cold rain began to fall, washing the colors away.

“De Sterrennacht…”

The Noble Phantasm, combined with the all-out attack, struck Yuyu dead-on. She crashed to the floor, her form flickering dangerously as she struggled to rise.

Goghi’s Bloom form faded, and she looked down with sorrow. “I… I was afraid of this,” she said quietly to the Master. “You can’t sever her from her God. Ninety percent of her Saint Graph has been… rewritten. If you remove the connection, Yang Guifei will simply cease to exist. S-sorry… there’s nothing I can do.”

“Then perhaps I can?” a new, haughty voice declared.

Everyone froze. Standing near one of the pillars—as if she’d been there the whole time—was a small girl in extravagant imperial robes: Wu Zetian.

“A-a child?! How did you get in here?!” Goghi panicked.

“Address me by my proper title, you walking weed, or I’ll have you rendered into fertilizer!” Wu snapped, causing Goghi to let out a terrified “Meep!”

Wu brushed past them, her lower lip trembling violently. Her face, usually a mask of haughty confidence, had completely crumpled. Tears welled up in her pink eyes as she fixed a deeply wounded, pitiful glare on the Master. "I... I was summoned such a long t-time ago..." she hiccuped, her voice tiny and cracking.

"I had a really cool entrance planned and e-everything... but you were all so busy fighting..." A huge, fat tear rolled down her cheek. "A-and then it was too late... and I missed my cue... Now everyone thinks I'm a big dummy..."

She stomped her foot petulantly, a full-blown childish tantrum brewing. "Waaah!... I need to sit on your lap right now... so you can pat my head while I cry into your shirt so nobody can see..."

“Your Majesty Wu Zetian! She’s Guifei’s…!” Nemo began, desperation in his voice. “Your connection… perhaps your voice can get through to her!”

Wu blinked, then instantly wiped her tears away, her haughty, imperial demeanor snapping back into place like armor.

“Hmph! Very well. Since you are all clearly incompetent, I suppose I, in my infinite benevolence, shall resolve this tedious affair.” She strode towards the broken form of Yang Guifei.

“Listen up, you embarrassing little homewrecker!” Wu’s voice boomed with an authority that dwarfed her size. “I am the one and only Empress Regnant Wu Zetian! And, most importantly… I am your GRANDMOTHER-IN-LAW! What in the name of the Mandate of Heaven do you think you’re doing, causing such a scene?! You have shamed the entire Li family! Frankly, I’m glad the Tang dynasty fell if this is the sort of consort it produced!”

“Your… Majesty… I-I’m sorry… I was only…” Yuyu stammered weakly.

“Silence! Did I permit you to speak?! For your crimes of lèse-majesté and general incompetence, you should be stuffed in a wine vat until you dissolve! A fitting end for such an intoxicatingly stupid woman!”

“Your Majesty,” Raikou coughed politely. “She was a very naughty girl, but perhaps torture is a bit much. The Master wouldn’t approve.”

Wu glanced at the Master, huffed, and rolled her eyes. “Fine. We’ll do this the boring way.” She turned to a terrified Goghi. “You! Walking sunflower! Lend me your Noble Phantasm!”

“H-How?! I don’t even know how to do that, Your Imperial… Empress-ness!”

“Just DO it!” Wu commanded. In a panic, Goghi thrust her staff forward, and a ribbon of starry, painted light flowed from it into Wu’s outstretched hand. The child empress was then engulfed in a blinding flash of golden light. When it faded, Yuyu was unconscious on the floor, her eldrich form gone, replaced by her human form in black dudou top.

“There. Fixed,” Wu declared, dusting off her hands.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Nemo demanded.

Wu sighed, as if explaining basic physics to a particularly stupid rock. “Instead of severing her connection to that Outer God, I… regulated it. With paperwork. An eternity of it.”

She smirked. “Yang Guifei now believes, with all her heart, that the Master is her Emperor. HOWEVER. Before she can be his proper consort, she must first complete a series of rituals, purity tests, and bureaucratic trials to prove her worthiness. Trials which I have designed to be a perfectly self-referential, inescapable loop.”

Seeing the looks of horror on their faces, Wu softened slightly. “It’s not permanent. It’s a temporary measure. A training regimen. Over time, as she completes these impossible tasks, her own personality and sanity will reassert itself. By the time she is ‘free,’ she will no longer need the cage.”

She looked at the Master, a sly grin on her face. “...Although she will still be a hopelessly devoted idiot even then. So if you require assistance in… training her properly… my services are available.”

22. 3rd Ascension. Imaginary Scramble. BAD END. The Emperor's Private Chambers. The HR Department of Chaldea Really Needs To Hold a Seminar On Establishing Healthy Workplace Boundaries, And Maybe Also On What to Do If a Coworker Tries to Help You 'Shed Your Mortal Coil'.

The low light of a hundred blue-flame candles danced across the silken sheets of a massive, ornate bed. In the center of the azure temple's private chambers, Yang Guifei sat astride the Master’s hips, a victorious and adoring smile gracing her lips. A halo of blue flame pulsed gently above her long black hair, and her curvy body, clad in its alluring black dress, moved with a slow, deliberate grace.

“Fufu~ There now, My Emperor. We are finally alone,” she whispered, her voice a sultry purr. “I am so sorry for the rough handling, but those pests simply would not let you go.” She took his hands, the smooth, cool silk of her long black gloves a stark contrast as she guided them upwards.

“Let them scream outside. They are nothing now.” She placed his palms firmly against the heavy, pliant swell of her breasts, pushing them up and together. “Feel that? This is the body that belongs to you and you alone.”

She leaned forward, her blue fin ears twitching with delight. The heat radiating from her skin felt like a furnace against his chest. “I understand now. This fragile human shell… its pathetic senses cloud your memory, don’t they? It makes you forget your beloved Yuyu.”

Her round ass shifted, grinding her heat down against him with a soft, maddening friction that sent a tremor through the meat of her plump thighs. “Don’t worry. I will make you remember. I will carve my name back into your soul with my body, my heat, my everything.”

Taking his hands again, she guided them down her sides, over the smooth, arousing blue scales that shimmered in the candlelight, and onto the soft flesh of her wide hips. “Let me drain this weak form of its excess energy. Let me help you shed this mortal coil so your true, brilliant self can emerge.” Her eyes blazed with the light of Fomalhaut. “Ehehe~ You will pour all of your love into me, again and again, until we are one in more ways than just spirit.”

With a final, loving look, she pressed his hands firmly against the full globes of her ass, urging him to squeeze the soft flesh. A soft moan escaped her lips as the high leg-slits of her black dress fell open completely, revealing the dark, inviting shadow between her thighs. “Let us begin our reunion, my love. I have waited so, so long for this… I promise, this time, our love will burn for eternity~♪”

23. Imaginary Scramble. Katsushika Hokusai. BAD END. The Abyssal Atelier of Daughter Mad About Art. Art Is All About Sacrifice, But Usually It’s The Artist Who Is Supposed To Be Sacrificing, Not Their Best Customer’s Freedom And… Uh… 'Ink Supplies.'

The air hummed with strange, oceanic energy inside a grotto carved from pure solidified void-stuff. Hokusai stood in the center, her voluptuous body practically bursting from her red, off-the-shoulder kimono, a triumphant grin on her face. Below them, a hastily drawn summoning circle pulsed with the last vestiges of a binding spell.

“Ta-daaa! How ‘bout that, huh, Master? Pretty neat trick, yeah?” she announced, her energetic voice echoing off the shimmering, unnatural walls. “One minute you’re on that stuffy submarine, the next—BAM! You’re in my brand-new, top-secret, Chaldea-free art studio! Pretty slick, huh?”

She then immediately deflated, scratching the back of her elaborately styled black hair with a sheepish giggle. “A-ahaha… okay, yeah, I know. This looks bad. Super bad. I probably shouldn’t have, y’know, kidnapped you. It was kinda impulsive. A ‘heat of the moment’ thing! And locking you in here for a couple hundred years so I can finally finish my masterpiece is a little selfish, I get it.”

“BUT! But!” She bounced on the balls of her feet, her ample breasts jiggling with excitement under the red fabric. “On the run, I had a flash of inspiration! A real eureka moment! I realized I don’t have to force ya! We can make a deal! A business transaction!”

She sauntered over, her hips swaying with a motion that was part street-tough swagger and part calculated seduction. “You’ve spent plenty of money on my… private commissions… before, right? Ehehe~ Don’t be shy, I’m not judgin’. You’re one of my best customers. So I figured, why not offer you the high-end, premium, live-action package?”

Hokusai leaned in close, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of artistic fervor and raw, unfiltered lust. Her hand dropped to the yellow sash of her obi, tugging at the knot. “Here’s the deal. For every time I make you spray your ink… let’s say that buys me ten years. Ten years of uninterrupted drawing time for me, ten years of the kind of five-star service a loyal patron like you deserves from his favorite artist. It’s a win-win, right?”

Her kimono slipped further off her shoulder, revealing the smooth, pale skin and the tempting swell of her breast. “C’mon, Master. This isn’t a hostage situation anymore. It’s the commission of a lifetime. Let’s make some beautiful art together. Whaddya say?”

24. Imaginary Scramble. MHXX. BAD END. The Void-Streamer's Interrogation Room. In Every Interrogation, An Officer Must Maintain Complete Professionalism, A Rule Which Becomes Significantly More Difficult When Your Only Two Motivations Are Staggering Debt and Being Staggeringly Horny.

The 'interrogation room' was just a hastily cordoned-off section of the void, populated by a single uncomfortable-looking chair and a few floating screens displaying XX’s new Justice-Chan Cam logo. After securing the Master to the chair, Mysterious Heroine XX paced in front of him with a stern, disappointed look on her face, but her lively ahoge was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Alright, buddy, let’s go over this one more time," she said, striking a dramatic pose that pushed her ample breasts forward against her white bikini. "You are under arrest for… uh… multiple counts of financial fraud, conspiracy with the Saberface syndicate, and… being too damn cute to be walking around unsupervised. You have the right to remain silent, but I really, really hope you don’t."

She leaned over, planting her hands on the armrests of the chair and treating him to a spectacular, unobstructed view right down her cleavage. The scent of cheap instant ramen and even cheaper booze clung faintly to her.

"I’m disappointed in you, Master," she sighed, her tone dripping with mock sadness. "I thought I taught you better. Getting involved with Saberfaces… they’re a bad influence. Draining honest people of their money with their sparkly beam attacks and their… perfect, smug faces."

She straightened up and began to circle him like a shark—a very broke, kind of goofy shark. "You’ve been a bad, bad boy. And as your senpai and the arresting officer, it’s my duty to… correct you."

Her round ass swayed as she walked, the white bikini panties gloriously revealing its tantalizing shape. "A normal fine won't do. Jail time is just more paperwork for me. Nope. We’re gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way."

She stopped behind him, leaning down and whispering directly in his ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine. "I’m going to have to fuck this 'Saberface' nonsense right out of you. We’re going to have an intensive, hands-on rehabilitation session. I’m going to make you so addicted to my non-Saberface body that you won't even be able to think about blonde knights without feeling disgusted."

She giggled, a low, mischievous sound. "And once I’ve got you utterly broken, reprogrammed, and begging for more… well, that’s when you’ll 'voluntarily' sign over all your assets to my 'Galactic Justice & Student Loan Repayment Fund.'"

She moved back in front of him, planting a hand on her hip and giving her plump thigh a confident slap. "It’s a perfect plan. You get corrected, I get paid, and the universe is saved from one more Saberface-loving criminal. So? Ready to begin your… 'sentencing'?"

25. Chaldea. Wu Zetian. The Empress’s Personal Tutoring Session. You Can’t Choose Your Family, Which Is Especially True When Your Future Grandmother-in-Law Is a Loli Torture Enthusiast Who Wants to Personally Test Your Stamina.

The door to the Master’s room slid open—not with a polite chime, but with the imperious thump of a small foot kicking it. Wu Zetian stood in the doorway, her arms crossed and a smug, evaluative smirk on her adorable face. Her voluminous purple twintails bounced as she stepped inside, the sheer purple robes fluttering around her compact build.

“Hmph. So this is the den of our future Emperor,” she declared, her haughty voice filling the room. “Kukuku~ It is… adequate. For a fool like you.” She sashayed over, her round ass swaying with a confidence that defied her short stature, and hopped onto the edge of his desk, kicking her small feet idly.

She pointed a tiny, accusatory finger at him, her pink eyes glinting with mischief. “We have instructed that clumsy Guifei on the proper duties of a wife. But our work is only half done! An Empress cannot be expected to marry a flabby, undisciplined simpleton! It would be a stain on our legacy!”

With a little hop, she was off the desk and standing right in front of him, looking him up and down with the critical eye of a lewd old hag appraising a piece of meat. “Therefore, as your benevolent and infinitely wise grandmother-in-law, we have decided to personally oversee your… development. You are, after all, practically family now. And we always wanted a grandson to mold into a proper heir. Kufufu~”

She reached out, her small hand surprisingly strong as she grabbed the front of his uniform, tugging him forward until their faces were inches apart. The high side slits in her blue strapless dress revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her wide hips. “Your training begins now. And your first lesson is on stamina and… resilience.”

Her smirk widened into a predatory grin. “A proper Emperor must be able to withstand all manner of temptations and tortures. He must be able to endure… prolonged physical exertion without collapsing like a wet noodle.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper laced with a thousand years of sadistic expertise.

“We are going to put you through a series of… rigorous stress tests. We will use all the secret arts of the Nightless City to tease you, torment you, and push your body to its absolute limits. We will turn your pathetic screams of pleasure into a symphony of Imperial strength.” She licked her lips, her prominent forehead wrinkling with delight.

“And when we are done, you will be begging to serve us, not just as a grandson, but as our personal, loyal pet. Now, let us begin. Take off your shirt. This Empress wants to see what she’s working with~♡”