The Scum Emperor's Redemption System

Chapter 98 Life Inside Her (1: NSFW)

Darkness clung to Argider like a second skin.

She found herself standing in a void, the atmosphere suffocating.

Around her, shadows flew around, whispering incomprehensible things, their voices a chorus of malice and despair.

Her feet felt heavy as if chains bound her, yet when she looked down, she saw only pale skin stretched too tightly over bone.

Before her, light flickered, illuminating a path that seemed endless.

With nowhere else to go, she took a hesitant step forward.

The ground beneath her feet shifted, morphing into cobblestone slick with crimson.

She realized it wasn't cobblestone, it was a mosaic of faces. Faces she knew.

The bullies from her childhood stared up at her with unblinking, glassy eyes, their lips stretched into mocking grins.

Her brother Rhaegor's face was there too, twisted with rage, his mouth moving silently as if choking on unsaid words.

The light ahead grew brighter, but it wasn't warm.

It was cold, clinical, and cruel.

As she stepped closer, the void took shape, transforming into the grand halls of the Imperial Palace. But everything was wrong.

The marble floors were cracked, the opulent tapestries frayed and soaked in dark, sticky blood.

She heard laughter. High, cruel, and biting.

"Argider!" called a voice, sickly sweet and mocking.

She turned to see a figure perched on the throne. It was herself or a version of herself.

Her double sat, her white hair a mess, her eyes burning like molten gold.

She wore the Emperor's robes, but they were tattered and stained with dirt and blood.

Women clung to her legs like vines, their faces veiled, their forms eerily still.

They grinned. "So, you've come to see what you'll become?"

"No," Argider said, her voice trembling but firm.

The other her stood, her movements unnaturally smooth, like a predator stalking its prey. "You say that now. But I know you. I am you."

The throne room shattered like glass, leaving Argider standing in a village square.

But it wasn't just any village. It was her old home, back in Olzar.

The air smelled of smoke and ash, and she saw the whorehouse where her mother had worked.

It was engulfed in flames, the screams of women and children echoing like a symphony of despair.

"Run!" Meloris's voice rang out, distant and desperate.

She turned and saw her mother running toward her, her body battered and broken. Her face, bloodied and bruised, was a mask of pain.

She reached for her, but before Argider could move, her body burst into black ash.

"No!" Argider screamed, falling to her knees.

Around her, the townspeople appeared, their faces twisted with hatred.

These subtle shifts in her body had whispered truths she hadn't been ready to hear.

"I..." she faltered, her voice barely audible. "No..."

It was bound to happen eventually. Argider had been, well... enthusiastic lately. Taking one wife after another, night after night, until the impossible wasn't so impossible anymore. She was pregnant.

The real kicker? She had no idea who the father was.

"Am I... actually a whore?" she mumbled to herself one morning, clutching a pillow like it held the answers to the universe.

The whole ordeal terrified her. She'd heard the horror stories - childbirth was the kind of pain that could make even the mightiest warrior beg for mercy.

And, frankly, she wasn't sure she was cut out for the whole mom thing. What did she know about raising kids?

Sure, she could fight battles and charm a kingdom, but diapers? Sleepless nights? Screaming babies? That was an entirely different kind of war.

And, of course, her schedule was already bursting at the seams. There were fourteen more wives to marry, children to care for, power to consolidate, and, oh right, her endless quest towards redemption and strength.

"Honestly, could the universe have given me a break?" she muttered.

Esmeralda, standing nearby, crossed her arms with an amused scoff. "To think you're the one pregnant between the two of us. That's hilarious."

Argider groaned dramatically before leaning into Esmeralda's shoulder. The taller woman stiffened. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"Getting... comfort?" Argider replied weakly, nuzzling in like a cat trying to be affectionate.

Esmeralda narrowed her eyes, but there was a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. "Comfort? After all the chaos you've caused? After the legion of women you've claimed? You think I'll just forgive you?"

"No," Argider admitted, her voice small. "I just... don't know what else to do right now."

Esmeralda tilted her chin up imperiously, looking down at the now-pleading Argider. "You'll have to pay, you know. You can't keep running from the mess you've made."

"I know," Argider whispered, closing her eyes as if bracing for a storm.

Esmeralda sighed, her initial coldness softening. For all her faults, Argider did look pitiable at that moment - tired, vulnerable, and undeniably human. She hesitated for a heartbeat before cupping Argider's cheek and tilting her head up.

"You're such a fool," Esmeralda murmured, her voice gentler now.

And then, without warning, Esmeralda leaned in and kissed her.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes - of frustration, of reluctant forgiveness, of emotions neither of them could quite put into words. Argider's r arms instinctively wrapping around Esmeralda's waist as if she might float away otherwise.

"You're lucky I'm feeling generous. But don't think this means you're off the hook."

"Noted. I'll get to paying that debt... eventually."

Esmeralda rolled her eyes. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Yeah, but you still kissed me."

"Don't push your luck."

Esmeralda's lips claimed Argider's, her tongue delving deep to dance with the Emperor's own.

They twined and tasted, the kiss growing more heated by the second.

Just as Argider was losing herself in the sensual embrace, Esmeralda pulled back, leaving her breathless and wanting.

Argider gasped, feeling Esmeralda's deft fingers kneading her sensitive breasts, thumbs teasing the stiff peaks until they ached with need.

"?!" At the same time, she could feel the hard, hot lengths of their cock grinding against the soft globes of her ass, the sensation sending bolts of lust straight to her dripping core. This woman is insane... she's so hard right now...

The knowledge that she carried a child only seemed to inflame her wife's lust, their arousal never wavering even as her belly swelled.