Aoi
Stories
3
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56
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Reading
7 h, 30 m
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Chapter 1. Chess King - The White King The biochip was part of the population control policy that emerged with the birth of the city-states. After the Fourth World War, which broke out due to food shortages and resource depletion, the people who experienced the threat of extinction survived by building closed and dispersed city-states, and thoroughly controlled the population to avoid repeating the mistakes of previous generations. In such a city-state, a ‘child’ was a product of…-
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Chapter 2. Ovum We gathered in the gymnasium, but there was no graduation ceremony. I was ashamed of myself for thinking they might make us insert something into our orifices or march around the grounds on all fours while tied together. My mind seemed to have become as depraved as the people on this island. It's not my fault. Anyone who’s been mentally and physically tortured for a week here would think the same way. And this place… what I've been through here… I engaged in…
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Chapter 3. Long Live the King The man Kibbus brought with him was named Morphe. Thirty-two years old. Like all the other C-ranks who arrived this time, he was similar in height, build, and appearance to Kibbus and me. However, he had a flashier style. His light-colored hair, dyed purple and blue, showed dark roots. He had over ten piercings in each ear. A crescent-shaped scar adorned his eyebrow, which, strangely, suited him, almost looking like a deliberate scratch. His most distinctive…
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2. Thump, Thump, Thump Dragged away by the hands of the palace servants. Ashin was washed from head to toe by hands that were soft but devoid of consideration. Bathing with attendants was not unfamiliar to him as a prince, but Ashin, knowing what this was for, fidgeted the entire time he was being washed. “Wait, I don't want this. I don't need any attendants, I'd rather be alone. Ugh.” However, when Ashin said he didn't want it, the palace servants put a gag in his mouth. The servants…-
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1. It's All Futile ‘…Is this how it ends?’ His breaths grew ever fainter, his fingertips colder. His eyelids, losing their strength, revealed Ashin’s fading life. Ashin Freis, the second prince of the Kingdom of Atar, was one of the few capable men in an incompetent royal family. The king, lost to his pleasures, had neglected the nation, weakening its power and inviting the Fran Empire's invasion. Ashin had long been wary of a war with the empire, but because the Crown Prince was wary of…
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Three years later, the Fran Empire's first prince, born of the Empress, died in a sudden accident, and Kyle, the third prince whom no one had paid attention to, began to reveal his genius-level swordsmanship and enter the competition for the succession. And the empire broke its long-lasting peace and began a war of conquest. The one who stood at the vanguard, achieving the greatest deeds in toppling the surrounding weaker nations, was none other than Kyle Elshad. His overwhelming martial prowess,…
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In the early morning, when it was ambiguous whether it was dawn or daybreak, Ashin and Herre woke up to a noise from downstairs. Without even a moment to feel the fatigue from their short sleep, Ashin and Herre, as if by agreement, held their breath and listened to the sounds from outside. “…is…there….” “…no….” “…@&*%” “…It sounds like several people have come. This is ominous…” Herre said in a small voice. It seemed that the innkeeper and several people were…
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The journey from the southern tip of Atar, across the northern border, to the heart of the Fran Empire was long and tedious. Edward, his only conversation partner, only came into the carriage to speak to him once a day during meals, and after their first conversation, he only gave one-word answers no matter what Ashin said, as if deliberately avoiding conversation. With nothing to do, Ashin just slept, as he had done in the mobile prison. His body had always suffered from overwork and lack of sleep…
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The shapely fingers, which I had admired before all this happened, brushed against my sweat-drenched hair. “Remember the rules of the game.” …If I cum, this horrific torture will end. But how can I without being touched? “You can do it. Your body is sensitive, and you have the talent. Most slaves experiencing this for the first time only feel pain. But your cock is so beautifully hard. I know what you’re feeling. Focus on that sensation. Let go of the fear and disgust, and concentrate on…
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I wanted to bang my head against the wall for only realizing it after my pleas to stop were reduced to muffled “Ungh” sounds by the gag. It felt like at least ten minutes had passed. I didn’t have the energy to cry or struggle anymore. My mind was blank. The dull ache in my abdomen was strangely less intense now, offering a small measure of comfort. Seeing me go limp, Yudhis gently tilted my chin upwards and smiled softly, then slid his hand down my body. He touched my stomach. I instinctively looked…
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