NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 131: Bear a child of Corruption

A few years later, the Prime Minister was having an affair with the pregnant wife of the Royal Guard's head. Her moans echoed through the room:

"Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa"

"Aaahaaaaaa"

"aaaahhhaaa"

She was eleven months pregnant, but in the cultivation world, where cultivators possessed extraordinary abilities, such extended birth periods were common. It would take at least one full year, or possibly several years, for her to give birth.

From the day she betrayed her husband with the Prime Minister, hoping to conceive a child, she underwent a profound transformation.

Once a mere plaything of the Prime Minister, a woman who traded favours for sexual gratification, she now embraced his corrupt ideology and willingly submitted to his desires.

Years later, she found herself pregnant. The couple, the Royal Guard's head and his wife, expressed joy at the prospect of parenthood. Stay updated via M V L

The husband was elated not only at the thought of fatherhood but also at his wife's newfound happiness. For her, the source of her joy was the Prime Minister and the child he had given to her.

though it's not confirmed who was the real father but like he owns her, Prime minister will be called the real father of the child everything.

As Prime minister climaxed inside her like usual, she exhaled deeply and murmured, "How long must I wait for you to grow?" She gently caressed her belly.

The Prime Minister smiled, "It will grow soon enough. Just take care of yourself and the child. Remember, I won't tolerate any carelessness."

She smiled, "It's not that I can't wait, but because of it, you've lessened our time together. And I simply can't stay away from your little dragon."

The Prime Minister smiled, "That's what you have to do to have a healthy child. This will soon end in a year's time, and then..." He hugged her and kissed her belly, "Just deliver this, and then soon I'll fill you again with my seed."

The Prime Minister then left her mansion and went straight to the Empress's mansion. She was waiting for him, clad only in a single piece of clothing. As soon as he entered, she greeted him with waiting in her bed wearing visible gown him, "You took your time."

The Prime Minister nodded, "I was preparing something for you, Your Highness." He still showed her courtesy. Though he had begun to corrupt her, the corruption he inflicted on her was different from that of his previous targets.

He didn't corrupt her like his other targets, who were reduced to mere sex slaves, existing solely to fulfil his desires and serve as vessels for his seed. They were devoid of thought, their sole purpose to submit to his will.

The Empress, however, was a different case. While she was also chosen as a vessel to bear a child of corruption, her corruption was of a different kind. He didn't intend to turn her into a sex slave but rather a sex queen. Unlike his other targets who were easily subjugated, he wanted her to retain her rational thought while still obeying his commands.

The Prime Minister saw potential in the Empress, a potential for power and control that surpassed the mere physical. He recognized her intelligence, her ambition, and her capacity for cruelty. By moulding her into a powerful figure, he believed he could create a formidable ally, a queen who would rule in his name, spreading his influence far and wide.

His plan was to corrupt the Emperor by using the Empress as a tool. To successfully corrupt the Emperor, he had to corrupt the Empress in a way that would influence the Emperor within the realm of corruption. He aimed to turn her into a conduit of darkness, a vessel through which he could poison the Emperor's mind and soul.

The Prime Minister understood that the Emperor was a man of principle, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness. To break him, he would need to shatter his faith, to erode his sense of morality. And to achieve this, he would use the Empress, a woman of power and influence, to sow seeds of doubt and despair.

By corrupting the Empress, the Prime Minister could manipulate the Emperor's emotions, exploiting his love and trust. He would turn her into a temptress, a siren who would lure the Emperor into a dangerous and destructive path. The Empress would be his instrument of doom, a pawn in his grand scheme to bring about the downfall of the empire.

He stepped forward, his voice low, "Your Highness, I have prepared something for you. Please keep it hidden from the Emperor." He extended a small container, its contents a curious blend of red and white liquid.

Intrigue flickered in the Empress's eyes. She had never seen such a peculiar concoction. Curiosity overcame her caution as she took the container. "What is it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"A gift," he replied, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear. "A gift that could change everything."

The Empress's heart pounded. Could this be a love potion, a poison, or a magical elixir? The possibilities were endless, each more thrilling than the last. She examined the container closely, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on its surface.

"What do I do with it?" she asked, her voice barely a breath.

"Use it wisely, Your Highness," he replied. "It could be your salvation or your downfall."

With a trembling hand, she opened the container and saw the red and white mixture. Her eyes widened in confusion. "This thing?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "What do you mean by 'salvation and downfall'?" She glanced at the Emperor, his gaze intense and unwavering.

The Prime Minister closed the lid of the container and spoke, "Your Highness, this is made from the blood of the Five-Tails, the Red Moon Fox, and the semen of the Silver Baboon." A look of shock crossed the Empress's face. "What strange thing is this?" she exclaimed.

The Prime Minister continued, "Your Highness, I hope you won't misunderstand. but After that day, I felt you needed this. It can be applied to intimate areas to enhance pleasure."

The Empress glared at him. "You want me to use this?" she asked, her voice stern.

The Prime Minister apologized, "If you don't want it, then-" He reached out to take the container, but the Empress pulled it closer. "Who said I don't want it? I asked if

you

want

me

to use it," she said, her tone shifting.

The Prime Minister nodded, "That's why I gifted it to you."

The Empress, with a knowing look, opened her legs towards the Prime Minister. "I want you to apply it to me and show me how true your words are."

Prime minister made shocked face, "but your highness, this is…"

The Empress spoke, her voice laced with authority, "Stop pretending and do as I say. It's a command."

The Prime Minister, ever the courtier, responded with a practiced smile. "As you wish, Your Highness. Your command is my desire." He opened the lid of the small container and dipped two fingers into the strange mixture. Kneeling before her, he prepared to apply it to her lower lips.

As his fingers neared her, a wave of anticipation washed over the Empress. The mixture, a concoction of mythical creatures, promised an experience beyond the ordinary. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the unknown.

The Prime Minister's touch was gentle, almost reverent. The mixture, cool and smooth, sent shivers down her spine. A tingling sensation spread through her body, igniting a fire within her.

As the Prime Minister continued, his movements became more deliberate, each stroke calculated to maximize pleasure. The Empress's breath quickened, her body arching involuntarily. Her senses heightened, she was acutely aware of every touch, every sensation.

Time seemed to slow as they reached the climax of their encounter. A surge of ecstasy swept over the Empress, leaving her breathless and fulfilled. As the afterglow settled, she looked at the Prime Minister with a mixture of gratitude and desire.

"You have exceeded my expectations," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

The Prime Minister smiled; his eyes filled with satisfaction. "It is my honour to serve you, Your Highness."

As he cleaned himself, a thought occurred to the Empress. "This mixture," she began, her voice curious, "it seems to have a profound effect on one's senses."

The Prime Minister nodded; his expression serious. "Indeed, Your Highness. It is a powerful substance, capable of unlocking hidden desires and amplifying pleasure."

The Empress pondered his words, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Perhaps," she mused, "we should experiment further with this mixture."

The Prime Minister's eyes widened in surprise. "Your Highness, are you suggesting..."

"Why not?" she interrupted. "Are you refusing my command?" Her eyes narrowed, a hint of danger in her tone, he can feel her frustration.

The Prime Minister, ever the diplomat, played his cards carefully. "No, Your Highness, but..." he began, trailing off.

"Ssssshhhhhh"

her voice low and seductive. "Why don't you let me feel that tongue of yours?"

A thrill of excitement shot through the Prime Minister. He had been waiting for this moment, for her to take the initiative. With a nod, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"As you wish, Your Highness," he whispered, his voice husky.