To be honest, I wanted to run away.
Who would want to wear clothes like this, like a prostitute? Especially since I was originally a man.
It hasn't even been a few days since I transmigrated.
I'm not sure since I fainted, but it's probably the second day.
A uterus tattoo is etched below my navel, and I'm wandering around inside the imperial palace wearing clothes like a prostitute.
For me, who used to just do part-time work in my room corner, this is too harsh a trial.
Of course, I wanted to run away.
But the countless subjects of the Yulisia family territory, the knights, butlers, and maids who worked for the family, their lives depend on me.
Ertel's heart, which usually cherished such people, was forcibly suppressing the desire to run away.
So I had no choice but to walk behind Butler Cern.
The top that barely covered my nipples and constricted my chest was stifling, the thin panties felt like they were digging into my cunt, and the apron attached without a skirt was so precarious that I tightly gripped the apron and tucked it between my legs so Butler Cern wouldn't see my panties.
Knock knock
Having arrived at the Emperor's chambers, Butler Cern knocked on the door.
"Master, preparations are complete. May I bring her in?"
"Uh, come in."
At the Emperor's single word, Butler Cern slightly opened the door and pushed me into the Emperor's chambers.
"Then, please enjoy your time."
Wait, please, please don't leave me alone with that gay-like guy
Forcibly pushed into the chambers, I rolled my eyes around wondering where to look, and at some point, my gaze met the Emperor's.
The gaze that scanned me from top to bottom.
His dark navy hair and amber eyes visible in the soft light were so overwhelming and embarrassing that as I pressed down firmly on the apron that was the only thing covering m lower body, the top attached to the apron seemed to be pulled up and off, about to reveal my nipples.
"Cute."
"...What?..."
"It's the first time I've seen Ertel, who had no vanity, wear clothes like this and be shy; it's fresh and cute."
The state of the clothes I was wearing, the Emperor's comments, and the gaze he was looking at me with were so blatant and overwhelming that my heart pounded. "Ah, by any chance, have you eaten?"
Eaten? Thinking about it, Butler Cern said he would prepare a meal earlier, is he talking about that?
"From what I heard, it seems you skipped a meal."
The Emperor slowly approached and showed me the soup served on a silver plate.
A yellowish soup, warm as if freshly made, with steam rising from it.
It seemed to be corn soup, as the savory scent of corn wafted strongly, looking incredibly delicious.
Come to think of it, have I eaten anything since I transmigrated?
Since transmigrating, all I've done is masturbate, run away, get caught, and get beaten.
Thinking that, I became hungry.
Saliva flowed out as if my salivary glands were exploding, I gulped down my spit, and my stomach screamed that it was ready to eat.
"You see, I think a slave owner should even be responsible for the slave's meals and health."
Saying that, the Emperor placed the silver plate containing the soup on the floor.
"Here, eat."
What is this? What does he want me to do?
"Ahaha, it's as if your eyes are asking how you should eat it."
Isn't that obvious? Is he a crazy bastard?
"As a slave, did you think you would sit at a table like a person and eat using utensils?"
What kind of bullshit is this?
"Ertel. Get down on your hands and knees, and eat the soup using only your mouth, without using your hands."
"..Ha..."
So this is what being a slave means, treating me like a dog or a pig.
No matter how little pride I have, I can't stand being treated like a dog or a pig.
"What bullshit are you!"
"[Ertel] Sit!"
"Ack!!"
Instantly, my body moved, against my will, according to the Emperor's words, his command.
I was clearly standing, but at the Emperor's single word, I immediately changed to a crouching position on my knees.
"...What is this?"
What is this? What did he do?
"[Ertel] Lie down!"
"Eek!"
An unknown force moved my body by force, regardless of my will and emotions, and my knees and palms touched the ground, putting me in a prostrate position, commonly call the doggy pose.
"Oh my, so cute, so cute."
The Emperor stroked my head as I lay prostrate, then stroked my cheeks and chin.
Being stroked by a man like this was unpleasant and made me feel like throwing up.
"You have the face of someone wondering why your body moved according to my words regardless of your will... That face is cute too."
"What, what is this!"
What is this? What is it? How did he do it?? Why did I move according to this bastard's words?
Is it something like the hypnosis apps I saw in hentai? But I don't remember ever seeing something like that? Was it put on me without anyone knowing?
At that moment, I remembered the uterus tattoo etched below my navel, which they called a slave mark.
"As expected of Ertel... You're quick-witted...?"
Even so, does this make sense? Ertel knows that mind or body control magic doesn't exist in this world?? Is it because it's black magic????
In Ertel's memories, black magic did not exist.
That's because it's magic that existed in the distant past and disappeared, not existing in this novel.
In this situation, the Emperor's every word felt terrifying.
I never thought losing the authority to move my body would be this terrifying.
And because of those two words just now, I felt with my whole body how the master-slave relationship worked.
"Ertel, you have to stay on all fours like that until I tell you otherwise, okay? Understood?"
Crazy bastard. Mother-father dead bastard.
"Then, come on~ Ertel, time to eat, isn't it?"
A tone of voice as if feeding livestock.
That tone was incredibly unpleasant.
Perhaps even the Buddha would commit killing if he heard such words.
Thinking about it, what happened to women in hentai who had control over their bodies taken away, like me?
As I recall, their minds hated it, but their bodies listened to the greasy, perverted pig of a male protagonist, and were forced to suck cocks, give up their virginity, and even their holes, thus becoming corrupt.
Fuck.
If I were Ertel in a normal state before transmigrating, I might have tried to resist, but since I am a petty human with even such low self-esteem, I licked the soup on the silver pla
like a dog.
- Slurp slurp
The only sound heard in the quiet space where only the Emperor and I were was the sound of me licking the soup like a dog.
Laughably, my meager pride savored the taste of the soup I was licking like a dog, rather than feeling the shame of being forced to eat food like a dog in front of someone else.
The soup tasted savory with the scent and flavor of corn, moderately sweet, and well-seasoned with salt, truly delicious.
Ignoring the Emperor's gaze watching me, I focused only on the taste of the soup.
How long did I lick it? The soup quickly reached the bottom of the plate.
Since the silver plate itself wasn't large to begin with, one soup wasn't enough for me, who was hungry.
"Come on, come on~ Ertel, look here!"
With my palms and knees on the ground, I raised my head to look at the Emperor, and he held up a long, thin piece of bread and dangled it in front of me.
With a tone and expression as if giving a treat to a dog.
What would Ertel before transmigration have done?
Wouldn't she have immediately lunged at him, trying to stab a knife into his neck?
But I know.
That in a state where the flow of mana is controlled and the slave mark tattoo is etched on my body, I can absolutely not defeat the Emperor.
Carefully crawling, I lightly bit the end of the long, thin bread dangling from the Emperor's hand.
The taste of the bread was.
Soft, fluffy, and delicious.
It seemed he had put a lot of butter and eggs in it.
More than that.
Giving bread like this.
What was the Emperor's expression like?
I raised my head further to look at the Emperor's face.
The Emperor's expression was a sneering one, as if thinking, "Wow, you'll really eat even this."
What is that expression?
For a moment, my head spun.
But I could not resist.
Because he was stronger than me in terms of power, controlled me, and held the dominance over my body.
My meager pride was broken, but I took one large bite, then two, of the bread in front of me, chewed, and swallowed.
"Our Ertel eats really well. I should have just given you a meal first, I guess."
"...You son of a bitch."
Without realizing it, a curse left my mouth in a small voice.
It might have been a small voice, but because the room was so quiet, he must have heard it.
"Yes, yes, our cute Ertel."
The Emperor again stroked my head, touched my cheek, and gently scratched my chin.
Like a dog.
"Ah... Really cute and pretty Ertel..."
Unpleasant.
Being transmigrated and having this done to me.
Also sitting on all fours like a puppy and looking up at a person.
And this hand that rubs against me as if touching a pet.
And the Emperor's expression, as if playing with an interesting toy.
"How did you end up like this... So you shouldn't have rebelled or anything like that."
The Yulisia family was loyal to the Emperor; they did not rebel.
"If only you had a good father, this wouldn't have happened."
Yulisia's father was truly a good person.
Because he embraced Ertel with love.
"Do you know that I've been waiting for this day? Ertel?"
Why does the Emperor only say such unpleasant things?
"Now that you've had the appetizer, you have to eat the main dish, right? Ertel?"
Main dish.
The flower of the meal, the core of the meal.
Although I was being treated like this, laughably, I was looking forward to the main dish.
Since in this transmigrated world, I mainly ate things like steak, smoked chicken or duck, and steamed fish.
If he put a steak in my mouth, I was confident I could eat it deliciously.
But instead of giving me food, the Emperor turned around and fumbled with loosening his clothes.
Huh?
Why is he taking off his clothes?
Are you a crazy bastard?
Soon, having taken off even his underwear, the Emperor came back to me, his sausage dangling between his legs.
Fuck?
What am I looking at right now?
Is that even human size?
The Emperor was on the tall side, but what hung down below his thigh was almost as big as Ertel's forearm.
"Ertel."
Has the Emperor's single word ever made me this nervous?
Please. Please, please.
I prayed it wasn't what I was thinking.
"Suck."
Father-dead bastard.