Cheat Awakening

"Ohh, yes, b*tch, faster, faster, don't dare to slow down, ohoho, I can do this all day..." A booming voice echoed through the room.

"Master?" A trembling voice however interrupts the man's enjoyment.

"WHAT!" The man yelled out irritated with a furious expression, but he didn't stop his work.

Y... Your food is ready, master. You told me to remind you as soon as it was prepared," A young woman, her skin deep ebony, spoke as if addressing a monster rather than a hume.

"Already? I thought it would take longer. Well, since it's prepared, let's go eat... Hmm, as for you, however, will wait for my return. We haven't finished our game yet," The speaker, who was non other the fatty spoke with a cruel smile on his face while taking out his little brother from the mouth of a young girl, perhaps fifteen years of age.

He then slap hard on the wet vagina of the girl which was right in front of him hard, making her cry in pain.

The girl was tied upside down on a strange wooden device. Tears were falling from her eyes nonstop, and her nose was running, but she didn't dare to disobey her new master's order. He had purchased her from the slave market, and her life was completely in his hands, so she could only nod meekly, despite the discomfort of her contorted position.

A peculiar white collar with a name tag encircled her neck, hinting at a certain dark secret.

"By the way, while I'm gone, help me to stretch her butthole. Put this inside her hole," the fatty said, tossing a peculiar glass object to the black-skinned maid. "Remember, upon my return, I expect her to be ready to take me divine tool, otherwise, you'll be taking her place next time." With a chilling laugh, the fatty donned a robe and exited the room.

"So, what's for dinner tonight?" the fatty inquired, rubbing his hands together as he settled at the dining table. The loli maid beside him, instead of answering, made a cute gesture and quickly lifted the lids of various dishes and pots, filling the hall with a delectable aroma.

"Ohohoh, it seems like you guys wouldn't let me lose any weight. Huh? You dare to laugh at me because I couldn't lose weight?" the fatty playfully grumbled at the loli, who was so frightened that she almost peed in her pants. Thankfully, the fatty wasn't serious.

"As punishment for disrespecting your Master, come and make me happy," the fatty said while pointing at his little brother before ignoring the loli and gesturing for another maid to serve him the food.

The loli, initially terrified, experienced a sudden surge of relief. With a beaming smile, she scurried beneath the table and positioned herself on all fours before the fatty's chair. Unzipping his pants, she revealed his not-so-big little brother.

Disappointment flickered across the loli's face, and since she was hidden from his view, she didn't have to hide it and looked excited and happy after seeing it. Alas, life as a slave offered few comforts, and she swallowed her all negative thoughts. With practised ease, she took his little brother into her mouth and began a diligent performance, trying her best to give the fatty best blowjob ever.

"Ah, this is the life," the fatty sighed contentedly, stuffing a large piece of meat into his mouth.

...

An unknown amount of time later, the fatty opened his eyes and woke up from his sweet dream, drenched in sweat. He looked around and saw that he was still in the same room which disspoint him to the point that he almost gave up, but something had changed which cheered his desperate spirit.

A man, vaguely familiar yet unrecognizable, sat opposite him in a plush chair, rubbing ice on the purple areas of his face, which seemed like injuries from being beaten hard by someone.

The fatty, his fragile spirit shattered by two nightmarish experiences, had relinquished any hope of resistance, especially since he feared death greatly, now even if a pervert with weird tastes asked him to sacrifice his backside for his life, he probably wouldn't hesitate much before giving in.

The fatty wanted to get up from his chair and inquire about his situation, but to his great horror, he found himself bound more tightly than before. Especially his bracelet arm was moved behind the chair and tied to what seemed like an iron pillar from the middle area.

So even if he shot an energy blast, it would only leave scorch marks on the wall instead of the handcuffs or the chair's arm, leaving no room for escape. Not only that, there was a jelly-like substance wrapped around his bracelet and hand, which sent shivers down his spine. Yet, the most panic-inducing detail was the gag stuffed in his mouth with familiar taste and size.

Though he couldn't see it, for intuitively knew it was his own underwear, which he had burned to ashes before.

"Mmmm, mmmmm!"

Muffled moans escaped his lips, desperate to capture the man's attention, the man, who seemed beaten hard, lowered the ice and revealed panda-like eyes with dark circles around them, and looked at the fatty with chilling disdain as if witnessing a grotesque insect.

"So, you woke up? I thought you were going to take your time and sleep longer... You must have been having a nice dream, right? What could you have been dreaming about, anyway? Even in this condition, you still have the energy to release your future bastards.

Compared to you, I still have a lot to learn," The man, who was none other than Myne, said with a disgusted expression while looking at the fatty's wet pants. He swiftly moved his chair further away, not wanting to get infected by this kind of disgusting creature.

"Mmmuu, Mmumu..." The fatty, oblivious to Myne's disgust, remained fixated on his current predicament. His dignity was the least of his concerns, anyway, it was not more important than his life. He tried to speak something but because of his precious underwear, words couldn't get out of his mouth.

"Did you have something to say?" Myne inquired innocently, retrieving another ice pack from his inventory and applying it to his injuries.

The fatty hurriedly nodded his head with a hint of excitement and unknown confidence overflowing in his eyes, as if he believed that once he opened his mouth, he could convince Myne to free him.

Myne also noticed this but remained unfazed. While leaning back in his plush chair, he spoke casually, "Then what are you waiting for? Just remove that gag from your mouth and speak your mind. No need to be so shy. Also, don't complain that you can't do it. I didn't shove that gag too deep into your mouth.

Just manoeuvre your tongue like you would when having fun with beautiful girls, and it will come out in a jiffy... Ouch, f*ck, another tooth. Damn it."

While taking out a tooth from his mouth, now with only ten or so remaining, making him look like an old grandpa, Myne cursed a few more times before continuing to apply the ice to his wounds.

"Next time, I will surely find a girl who doesn't mind me doing this kind of work. It's really troublesome to work alone and also apply ice to injuries by yourself. Sigh, if Gal were here, she would surely love to help me with this matter... Recently, I've been missing her a lot. God knows when we will be able to be together again."

Oblivious to Myne's mumbling, the fatty took his advice seriously and started trying to move his tongue pressed down under the gag, while also trying to throw it out. However, two minutes of frantic struggle yielded no results except to sway his head hard and drink whatever liquid was on it, which squeezed out after his great effort, providing his dry throat with some relief. Enjoy exclusive chapters from empire

"Seriously? You can't manage that simple task? Do you even know anything except eating, shitting, and f*cking?" Myne, who was getting bored because the fatty wasn't entertaining him at all, yelled out angrily while casually throwing the palm-sized ice bag in his hand at the fatty's chubby face. The fatty somehow managed to dodge it, and the ice bag passed by his cheek.

However, just when the fatty was breathing a sigh of relief that he didn't get hit, in a bizarre turn of events, the ice bag, seemingly offended by the dodge, paused mid-air, reversed course with double the initial speed, and slammed into the back of his head.

The great pain made a great man. The fatty, who couldn't take the gag from his mouth, right after he got hit hard on the back of his head, instantly threw it out. If there were an audience watching, they would surely question his earlier struggle.

"See, I told you it was very easy. You are just too lazy to do it and have a tendency to give up easily," Myne said with a smile, giving the fatty a thumbs up while taking out another ice bag and putting it on his cheek. He watched the fatty coughing loudly and moaning in pain with great satisfaction.