The Incompetent Emperor Who Changes the World from the Shadows: Iron, Gunpowder, and the Young Maidens of Favor - Chapter 4: The Emperor’s Daily Life and Honeyed Secrets ☆

Chapter 4: The Emperor’s Daily Life and Honeyed Secrets ☆

Just a few days ago, I was risking my life on the battlefield, but now I’m sipping wine on a palace terrace.

Even as I revel in this contrast, a part of me senses that “this won’t last long.”

Thanks to Sopina’s explanations, I’ve come to understand the country’s territorial disputes, the conflicts they’ve caused, and the reasons behind the war.

I’m also getting used to handling the maids. At first, I resisted, but my body pulls my mind along. Lust triumphs over ethics. Now, I’m having sex almost every day.

My days are filled with satisfying my sexual desires.

All in all, life as an emperor is enjoyable.

The chancellor knows I’m “incompetent” and doesn’t assign me any significant tasks.

Today, I’m relaxing on the terrace, drinking wine since noon.

On the table are freshly baked black bread, still steaming, and fragrant butter infused with chopped herbs.

Thinly sliced aged ham, cheese with a nutty aroma, and a small dish of marinated vegetables glisten with oil, their tangy scent tickling my nose.

A sweet-tart berry tart exudes a faint fruity fragrance.

Biting into the warm bread, I finally feel the “luxury” of this palace life.

The extravagant wine is nice, but simple food feels more comforting.

“Your Majesty, may I change the sheets?”

Agnes, one of the maids, appears. She’s a red-haired girl with a slightly curvy figure, turning 19 this year.

The way her tights dig into her plump thighs accentuates her voluptuous body, you could say.

It might be the former emperor’s taste, but I appreciate that even the maids are provided with carefully chosen clothing.

For this era, it’s rare to supply luxurious silk stockings—a glimpse into the previous emperor’s preferences that makes perfect sense to me.

Of course, some maids in the castle are daughters of nobles, but those girls aren’t assigned to me.

After all, no noble would offer their daughter to be a maid who gets used and discarded.

Nobles want their daughters to become official concubines, bear heirs, and solidify their family’s status.

However, Sopina explained that my personal maids aren’t noble daughters, so I can treat them as I please without issue.

I still have some rationality left… or so I try to convince myself.

“Your Majesty?”

I was lost in thought, so my response comes late.

“Oh, sorry. Do you need to change the sheets right now?”

I can’t help but ask.

The moment she comes near, my lower body reacts intensely—far more than it does with Lily, the other maid.

The sweet perfume rising from her hair, the warmth of her sun-kissed body, and the scent of her skin intertwine, filling my chest.

I feel my rationality crumbling in an instant.

“No… as long as it’s done before I serve Your Majesty’s dinner this evening… there’s no issue.”

Her face flushes as she understands what I’m implying.

In other words, it’s fine for us to take a little break together.

When it comes to touching the maids, my one shred of conscience is insisting on mutual consent.

Even with this insatiable body, forced or coercive acts would weigh too heavily on my mind and kill the mood.

“Come here.”

I call her to the terrace, undo my belt, and expose my lower body.

My penis stands erect, pointing skyward.

Drawn to it, Agnes approaches, kneels, and lovingly inhales its scent, her tongue eagerly beginning to lick with care.

Looking at her up close, the mole near her mouth stands out.

It feels like a mark that enhances her sensuality.

Her right hand grips the base of my penis, while her left hand slips between her thighs, rubbing herself wetly as she masturbates.

“Your Majesty’s big… and mighty cock… I’m completely captivated by it.”

Normally quiet and gentle, Agnes reveals her raw desire once her switch is flipped.

Since the maids are hired with this in mind, she easily accepts situations like this.

As her hand moves more vigorously between her legs, her mouth moves faster in sync.

Taking my penis into her mouth with a kapu, she strokes it gently, careful not to graze it with her teeth.

She sucks, letting her saliva coat it.

A lewd jubo jubo sound fills the air.

It reaches the back of her throat, where a misstep could make breathing difficult.

Yet, with practiced movements, she turns it into her own pleasure.

“…Ngh… ugh… ii… iio… ii… iio…”

“…!”

I thought I was in control, but before I know it, Agnes has taken the lead.

I’m being dragged into pleasure almost forcibly.

Her initially soft moans and the wet sounds grow louder and louder.

“Nn, nn~… chuu… chuu, ru… nn, juu, chuu… chuu, pu, nn, nn~… juu, ku, nju, pu, nmu… chuu, pu… chuuu…!”

I can’t control myself anymore.

The urge to ejaculate builds, reaching its limit.

“I’m gonna come, Agnes.”

All I can do is warn her of the impending climax.

“Guhhh!”

As if a succubus were draining my essence, a massive load of semen shoots into her mouth.

Her left hand stops, her body trembling faintly.

She swallows the thick, white liquid in several gulps, lovingly lapping up what spills from her mouth.

Seeing her expression, my penis doesn’t soften—it grows even harder.

Agnes takes a sip of my half-drunk wine from the table, saying, “May I have a sip?”

She swishes it around like mouthwash before swallowing.

Then, lifting her maid dress, she says:

“May I serve you with my lower mouth as well?”

“Yeah, go ahead and take it.”

Still seated in the chair, I let Agnes straddle me, guiding my erect penis into her vagina.

“Ahh, ahh~…! …Hah… ahh~… hii, ahh~… aahh~…”

We’re almost embracing, facing each other as I enter her.

I kiss the lips that were just wrapped around me.

A faint hint of wine. The raw scent of semen is gone.

Knowing I love kissing, she thoughtfully rinsed her mouth to keep it clean.

That said, wine alone doesn’t fully mask my scent.

But her overpowering feminine aroma overwhelms it, igniting my libido.

“Nnha~… fu, aahh~… ah, ahh~… nn, kuu~…! Hah… aahh, hyauuu~!”

Maybe it’s tied to her scent, but with Agnes, I feel an especially strong urge to impregnate her.

She might be tapping into my primal male instincts.

“Nn, nn~… chuu… chuu, ru… nn, juu, chuu… chuu, pu, nn, nn~… juu, ku, nju, pu, nmu… chuu, pu… chuuu…!”

Our tongues entwine, her upper and lower mouths savoring me fully.

I match her, determined to enjoy her just as much.

My brain feels like it’s melting as I guide us toward the peak of pleasure.

Unlike the blowjob earlier, I can still hold the reins here.

“Hah… nnhah~! Nuu, Your Majesty~… nn, nahh, aahh… nnaahh~…”

Higher still.

“Nnu~… n-no, I can’t… I’m gonna, nnh, come… hah, ahh, aahh, nnh, nn~!”

Surprisingly, Agnes seems to be reaching her climax first.

For me, I want to share this sensation. If we come, I want it to be together.

That’s how I feel.

So, with control in my hands, I carefully read her moans, her expressions, the tightness and wetness of her vagina, and the trembling of her body.

“Nnahh~! That… ahh, nn~… no, I’m gonna… I’m gonna come~…!”

When she shows signs of climaxing, I thrust harder, stimulating my penis and releasing my semen in a rush.

“Get pregnant!”

“Aahhh~! Hiaaahhh~! Hah, aahhh~!”

I gently hold her trembling body.

My thick, white semen pours deep into her vagina.

“Your Majesty~”

Agnes, her face dazed and basking in the afterglow, looks at me happily.

“You okay?”

Right after this exchange, I sense someone’s presence.

“Your Majesty.”

A young woman with silver hair steps forward.

She seems the type to prioritize her duties, even during my intimate moments with Agnes.

“Gerda?”

“Yes. I had a report, but since you were occupied, I waited until you finished.”

Her voice is emotionless, her gaze cold and piercing, as if she’s etched every detail of our actions into her mind.

Gerda hides the left side of her face with long hair, reportedly to cover burn scars from her past.

She’s 22 this year.

“What’s the report?”

She’s the head maid.

Perhaps because of her appearance, the previous emperor never touched her.

Still, she has naturally beautiful features, and I wouldn’t mind her scars… but her background complicates things.

She’s said to be from a lower noble family, but according to Sopina, she’s actually the chancellor’s granddaughter.

In other words, I’m under the chancellor’s surveillance.

That’s likely why she manages my schedule and oversees the maids.

For that reason, she’s the only personal maid I haven’t touched.

“The lunch meeting scheduled tomorrow with Duke Essen has been canceled. Apparently, they’re unwell.”

(Duke Essen? Who’s that?)

My simple question is answered instantly by Sopina, who’s nearby.

She’s a handy guide.

Matilda von Essen, the Duke, is a diplomat. A young female head of house at 32.

She’s part of the civilian faction, so Vogler wants you to get close to her.

(Civilian faction?)

I think I explained this, but fine, I’ll go over it again.

The Empire’s parliament is run by Vogler, the chancellor.

His faction, the civilian faction, pushes conservative reforms, order maintenance, and parliamentary priority.

They officially support the current emperor.

(There’s an opposing faction, right?)

That’s the imperialist faction. They prioritize foreign expansion, military focus, and rank based on martial achievements.

The war’s dragging on because of them.

They don’t like the civilian faction’s emperor—you—so they’re trying to install a new one.

(I see… So this meeting was with a noble aligned with Vogler. Well, if it’s canceled, that’s less hassle for me.)

“Understood. Good work, you may leave.”

But Gerda doesn’t leave.

“No, there’s more. Instead, a lunch meeting with Congressman Kalitz Allenberg has been urgently arranged.”

(Kalitz Allenberg?)

You know what a congressman is, right? He’s also part of the civilian faction.

(I don’t swing that way.)

He probably just wants to strengthen ties with the emperor. He’s not a noble, so…

“Hey, Gerda, can’t we cancel that meeting with the congressman?”

“It’s a request from the chancellor, so that would be difficult. Rest assured, the congressman’s daughter will also attend, for Your Majesty’s sake.”

“How old is the daughter?”

“Sixteen.”

“Alright, fine.”

“Yes. Please don’t forget tomorrow’s schedule.”

This time, Gerda leaves.

“Your Majesty~ you seem to have gotten excited thinking about that congressman’s daughter.”

“Huh?”

Come to think of it, imagining the congressman’s daughter got me hard again, even after just finishing.

“Gerda’s gone, so… wanna go another round?”

Agnes tempts me. There’s no way I could refuse.

“Alright, rematch time!”

But in the back of my mind, the thought of tomorrow’s lunch meeting and the new political games awaiting me lingers.