The skies above the Forbidden Empire were grey. Always grey. The sun itself seemed to fear shining too brightly here, as if it might be arrested for indecency. The land stretched in endless plains of iron grass, where even the wind moved like it was being watched. The buildings were rectangular stone blocks—flawless, symmetrical, bloodless.
And at the center of it all stood The Citadel of Purity.
A massive silver fortress, five hundred meters high, wrapped in banners that read in ancient runes:
"Order Before Pleasure. Law Before Flesh."
Kaito stood just outside its borders, his crimson cloak billowing in the unnatural cold. Behind him were his girls—each disguised, each hidden beneath illusion veils cast by Seraphina. To be caught here as a bonded harem would be immediate execution.
Lilix scowled. "Why exactly are we walking into a nest of prudes who'd rather die than fuck?"
Aya's expression was cold, calculating. "Because the empire is expanding. And if they see Kaito's rise as heresy, they'll send their cleansing paladins to destroy everything we've built."
Kaori added quietly, "They're already doing it. Villages that once celebrated fertility festivals are now being forced into 'purity indoctrination.' The queen doesn't allow love. Only breeding under law."
Seraphina clenched her fists. "She has clerics who force women to bind their desire. Magic brands that burn their skin if they moan."
Kaito's eyes darkened.
"We're not going to fight," he said. "Not yet. We're going to melt her. From the inside out."
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The disguise spell wrapped his girls in false identities.
Celestia became a royal historian. Aya, his "bodyguard." Lilix and Nyxa pretended to be twin guards in imperial armor. Kaori wore the robes of a traveling scribe. Seraphina—his court priestess. All unbonded. All without erotic aura.
Kaito?
He became Ambassador Kaito Velharn, emissary from the neutral Crimson Court, bringing trade agreements and political goodwill.
He was let in with little resistance.
But every step into the empire felt like walking into a monastery that had murdered the gods it once worshipped.
No laughter.
No color.
No skin.
Every woman wore a veil that covered the neck downward. Breasts were bound. Men and women did not stand within two feet of each other. Public affection was a criminal offense. Erotic art was illegal. Even humming was banned.
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They arrived at the Queen's Court two days later.
She stood atop her throne of crystal and steel, wrapped in white silk from throat to toe. A circlet of purity adorned her head—no jewels, only iron. Her hair was silver, tied tightly. Her lips were pale. Her skin flawless.
But her eyes—icy blue—burned like a woman who hadn't touched warmth in a lifetime.
Queen Irelia the Untouched.
She stared at Kaito as if he were a virus.
"You bring the scent of corruption into a sacred hall."
Kaito smiled coolly. "I bring trade, information, and diplomacy. The court of Crimson Teeth honors your reign."
"Spare me the seductions of language. Speak plainly. Are you a breeder or a king?"
"I'm both," he said without hesitation.
Gasps echoed through the hall.
Guards shifted uneasily.
But Irelia… didn't blink.
She rose slowly. Walked down her throne's steps with graceful poise. Every motion was rehearsed. Every word, lethal.
"Then let me make something clear, Ambassador. In my empire, moaning is a sin. Climax is heresy. Women do not kneel, and men do not command."
He tilted his head. "What do they do, then?"
"They obey."
She circled him once.
"You have three days. Speak to my council. Show us the value of your court. And then leave. If I so much as feel a whiff of your Seed magic, you and every member of your retinue will be publicly purified."
Aya's hand twitched at her blade.
Lilix was already counting how many guards she could kill before the bell rang.
Kaito gave one single nod.
"Understood."
---
But the game had already begun.
That night, as the halls dimmed and the court's lights lowered into cold blues, a message was slipped beneath Kaito's guest door.
In flawless, trembling script:
> "I watch you through the mirror. I dream of choking on the words I was never allowed to say. My body belongs to the empire, but my soul is already leaking.
If you see me… don't tell me your name. Just whisper: 'You're allowed to feel.'
— I"
Kaito smiled.
Then looked at the mirror in the corner.
A single foggy breath faded from its surface.
The Citadel slept under moonlight that dared not glow. The halls of law were dim, patrolled by silence and steel. Kaito moved without sound, his crimson cloak replaced with a shadow-thin robe, his aura suppressed until even the Seed within him pulsed faintly—waiting.
The note burned softly in his hand as he followed its second half: a whisper of ink that had only revealed itself under candlelight.
> "Tower of Glass. Midnight. Room of the First Silence."
Only three people in the empire would even know where that was. And only one had eyes that cold, lips that soft, and a voice that never trembled—because it had never been allowed to.
Queen Irelia.
He reached the tower entrance, pressed a hand to the crystal door—and it opened for him.
Not with magic.
But with permission.
Inside, the Room of the First Silence was nothing like the rest of the Citadel.
No chains.
No guards.
No tapestries of purity.
Just glass walls that reflected his every movement, and in the center—
Her.
She stood still.
Veil down.
Hair loose.
Body wrapped in silk thinner than mist.
Her shoulders trembled once.
Only once.
She didn't look at him.
Not yet.
He stepped in, slow, deliberate, the door sealing behind him with a soft hiss.
"I got your message."
She said nothing.
Her bare feet shifted, a nervous motion quickly stilled. She was still the queen. But for the first time, she was also something else:
A woman.
Kaito didn't reach for her. Didn't demand. Didn't dominate.
He just whispered:
> "You're allowed to feel."
That broke her.
Her hands clenched. Her breath hitched.
"I am not."
"You are."
She turned, slowly, face illuminated by moonlight through glass. Eyes wet.
"You don't know what I've done to stay pure."
"I don't care about what you were told," he said softly. "I care about what you need."
Her lips parted.
Then—her hands moved.
Slowly, trembling, she loosened the knot at her waist.
The silk robe slid down her arms… then her chest.
Then dropped.
She stood bare.
Unpierced.
Untouched.
But her body told a different story.
Her nipples were painfully stiff. Her thighs slick with restrained heat. Her stomach rose and fell in panic. Her legs twitched inward, shy, resisting the need to open.
"Do you want me to leave?" Kaito asked.
"No."
"Do you want me to take you?"
"…No."
He stepped forward.
"Do you want to be seen?"
Her breath caught.
Then:
"…Yes."
Kaito cupped her face—gently.
She flinched at first.
But then melted.
He leaned down and kissed her.
Not like a king.
Not like a seducer.
Like someone kissing sunlight for the first time.
Her gasp turned to a moan.
Then her arms wrapped around him.
And she clung.
Kaito's hand slid down her back, stopping at the small curve above her ass, pressing her against him as his cock hardened between them. She froze—feeling it. Her eyes widened.
"I've never—"
"You still don't have to."
"But I want to."
Her hand dropped between them, wrapping around his length.
Soft. Careful. Fascinated.
Her body began to tremble harder.
And Kaito kissed her again.
This time deeper.
Longer.
Then dropped to his knees before her.
"Let me show you," he whispered.
She stepped back. Slowly lowered herself into the center of the glass floor, legs folding open, fingers trembling against her inner thighs.
Kaito slid between them. His lips hovered just above her folds.
"Say it," he said.
She bit her lip.
"I… want to be touched."
His tongue pressed to her clit—light at first.
Her entire body jerked.
"No one's ever—!"
He smiled against her, then licked again—longer, deeper, drawing circles that made her hips rise and her breath stutter.
"You're allowed to feel," he said again.
This time, she didn't argue.
She moaned.
She arched.
She begged.
And when she came—her first climax—it was silent at first…
Then uncontrollable.
A scream ripped from her throat that echoed through the glass like shattered law.
And she cried.
Not from pain.
But from release.
Kaito pulled her into his arms, stroking her back.
She kissed his chest.
Then whispered:
"Don't leave. Please… sleep beside me."
He did.
Naked.
Entwined.
And for the first time since the empire's founding…
The Queen slept without chains.
Dawn didn't rise.
It trembled.
The Citadel's cold bells rang out over frost-covered towers. Citizens lined the plaza. Men and women dressed in neutral grays, their eyes dulled by decades of denied passion. They came not to witness… but to obey.
Two stone platforms stood at the center.
On one, Queen Irelia knelt, stripped of royal robes, wearing a sheer veil that could barely hide the fresh glow between her thighs.
On the other—Kaito, arms bound, chest bare, Seed pulsing beneath his skin like a sun trapped in flesh.
Flanking the stage were the Twelve Silent Judges. Priests of purity, mouths sewn shut by magical thread, their eyes glowing with sterile white energy. Behind them, the tribunal—overseer Inquisitors ready to deliver the sentence:
> "For violating the Covenant of Cold, for engaging in intercourse unsanctioned by the Law of Flesh, and for corrupting the sovereign body of Queen Irelia with lustful sorcery… you are hereby sentenced to public purification."
A blade, forged from silver and sorrow, was raised.
Kaito didn't flinch.
Irelia looked straight at him—no tears, no shame, just fire.
> "I'm not afraid."
Kaito smiled. "Neither am I."
Then the air shifted.
A soft hum rose from the crowd.
One woman.
Then another.
A sound banned for decades. A melody.
Pleasure.
The magic veil over the crowd began to shimmer.
And from the front lines, Lilix stepped forward—her illusion spell fading, black assassin silks clinging to her curves like liquid temptation.
Kaori next—eyes glowing violet, her ink-stained skin pulsing with forbidden heat.
Celestia. Aya. Nyxa. Seraphina.
Each appeared, unveiled, divine in erotic defiance.
Together, they walked toward the platform.
The Inquisitors raised their weapons.
> "Witchcraft!"
But they didn't get to strike.
Because Kaito broke his chains.
The Seed exploded in golden-red light, pushing every guard back in a wave of lust-soaked force.
The crowd gasped as warmth rushed through them—spines arching, thighs clenching, nipples hardening under gray fabric.
Desire reawakened.
And couldn't be stopped.
Kaito lifted Irelia into his arms.
Her legs wrapped around him without hesitation.
> "They want to kill you," she whispered.
> "Then let them watch what they were never brave enough to feel."
He kissed her. Deep. Tongue sweeping hers. The entire crowd gasped.
And in that moment—the first public kiss in empire history—hundreds climaxed.
Without shame. Without permission.
The Judges screamed, their mouths bursting open from sewn threads, unable to hold back their own moans.
The purification blade shattered.
Sins became pleasure.
Order became chaos.
And the Harem King took his throne atop the very platform meant for his execution—Queen Irelia riding his lap, her veil discarded, her crown rolling into the dirt as she screamed his name with every thrust.
Law was broken.
But a new order was born.