The Scum Emperor's Redemption System

For the next few days, Esmeralda launched a full-blown campaign to drag Argider to bed—and let's just say, she wasn't picky about the venue. The garden? Sure, who cares about twigs in uncomfortable places? The bathing chambers? Slippery when wet, indeed. The balcony? Scandal in the moonlight, darling.

Esmeralda made it hard for Argider to escape her advances, slipping in and out of her sight would result in a coquettish smile that was impossible to ignore.

But Argider was resolute in her disdain for her. Each time she appeared, she felt her temper flare, her hands clenching into fists.

She hated the way Esmeralda manipulated every situation, the way her eyes gleamed with calculated desire.

She told herself it was all games to Esmetalda, and that it was nothing more than a petty challenge. She wasn't fooled by her charms.

The more Esmeralda pursued her, the more she loathed her, even if a part of her ached with longing that she refused to acknowledge.

She couldn't give in—not to her, not to whatever this was.

Unfortunately, she had no idea how to decline, even if she wanted to. She'd stammer, blush like a maiden on her first crush, and dive in with all the grace of a drunken peacock.

It was terribly awkward for her—she'd always been the one in charge. Always the top. Always the… well, man, in her head.

And yet, as much as she wanted to grumble about her role reversal, it wasn't half bad. Good, even. Not that she'd ever admit it. Pride could be a stubborn thing.

Meanwhile, her intimacy points were racking up. She'd hit a solid forty over one hundred, earning a respectable five points per session. Affection points, however, were dragging their feet at a dismal fifteen, and loyalty? Let's not talk about the measly five. But public perception? Oh, that was climbing. It seemed nothing spread faster in the empire than rumors of steamy balcony shenanigans.

The rest of the wives were flabbergasted. Callista, in particular, was practically vibrating with confusion. Argider—her Argider—had resisted her advances time and time again, only to cave for Esmeralda? What kind of betrayal was this? Sure, she didn't mind sharing, but being relegated to the sidelines was a bitter pill to swallow.

Faeralys preferred to stay far, far away from the juicy details, while Fialova couldn't muster much more than a shrug. "This is just how emperors and empresses are," she reasoned, sipping her tea. Still, even she had to admit, this sudden transformation was the hottest gossip in the imperial palace.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Then one quiet night, the faint hum of wind brushed against the palace walls as Esmeralda and Argider once again shared the same bedchamber.

Both were clad in their respective nightgowns—a strange turn for an emperor, but one Argider had begrudgingly accepted. She lay on her side, back to Esmeralda, hoping silence might ward off whatever smugness her companion had in store.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're starting to enjoy this arrangement," Esmeralda said, her tone light but teasing.

Argider let out a low sigh, her voice clipped. "I'm just… trying to be a good spouse. Or whatever I'm supposed to be now. Husband? Wife? Does it even matter anymore?"

Esmeralda shifted closer, her hand finding its way to Argider's hip as she spoke softly but pointedly. "Well, your… time has passed now, hasn't it?"

Argider stiffened, a gasp escaping her before she managed to stammer, "N-Not now. I'm tired." Her words came out rushed, her face heating with embarrassment. Wasn't she supposed to be the one in charge? How had the roles reversed so thoroughly? Esmeralda's confidence unsettled her, as if she'd claimed the very crown of their dynamic.

"Don't worry," Esmeralda murmured, sitting up slightly. "I'm just curious."

Before Argider could protest further, Esmeralda's hands guided her, positioning her with surprising ease.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Argider as she felt her undergarments being drawn away, leaving her vulnerable.

Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed deeply, but she turned her face aside, unable to meet Esmeralda's gaze.

"Stop squirming," Esmeralda said softly, her fingers brushing delicately against her.

Argider trembled, caught between indignation and something far more disarming. She didn't speak, her voice caught in her throat, leaving the only sound in the room the faint rustle of fabric and her own uneven breathing.

Esmeralda's presence was steady, commanding even, and in that moment, Argider couldn't help but feel unmoored, adrift in a vulnerability she had never expected to show—not like this.

"You're so wet for me already," Esmeralda purred, her fingers reaching and teasing the slick folds of Argider's pussy. "I've always wondered what a woman tasted like."

"W-Wait!"You no longer have your menstruation, yes?"

"Well... N-No..."

Esmeralda lowered her head, burying her face between Argider's quivering thighs. She licked hungrily at the girl's glistening folds, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud of her clit.

"Oh!" Argider's body jolted at the first electric touch, then melted back against the sheets as Esmeralda devoured her dripping essence with slow, torturous strokes. There lewd sounds of slurping and sucking filled the room as Esmeralda feasted on her wife.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," Esmeralda hummed, her voice muffled against Argider's slick flesh. "Let yourself go. Don't hold back your pleasure."

"S-Shut up..."

With each lewd lap of her tongue against Argider's dripping slit, Esmeralda shuddered uncontrollably, her plump lips parted in a silent moan as strands of saliva dribbled down her chin.

"N-No... This is so embarrassing..." Argider whimpered breathlessly between licks. "It probably... it must taste so strange... so dirty and wrong..." Her words dissolved into needy gasps and whimpers as Esmeralda's skilled mouth worked without mercy.

"Hardly. It's a burst of flavors," Esmeralda punctuated her words with a particularly deep lick, her tongue delving into Argider's tight entrance.

The girl's walls clenched around her, drawing her in deeper, and Esmeralda couldn't help but moan at the exquisite flavor.

"You're so responsive," She murmured, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Argider's thighs.

She redoubled her efforts, her tongue flicking rapidly over Argider's clit, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks.

Her lips sealed around the sensitive nub, sucking gently, as her fingers dug into the soft flesh of the girl's thighs.

Argider couldn't believe it, but this was just one of the times of their nightly activities.