[Brainwashing, Concubine, Male and Female Pregnancy, Boy Boobs]

"Aahh... My beloved Emperor... Your progeny, it moved..."

"It moved..."

A cloaked figure smiled as the two ladies at his side trembled. All while carefully caressing their respective gravidities. Not nearly as sizable as the kind that he was used to back in his world, but they were still rather large. Right about to pop if he had to guess, and the continued appearance of several kicks on the surface of said bellies couldn't help but make him smile a little more.

"You have both taken to your role exceptionally well." The cloaked figure said, as he reached towards the two ladies. One much darker-skinned than him, even if it seemed to be fake, and the other much more mechanical despite her very humane look. It did not matter what they were. Just that they were in love with him. And more than ready to carry his brood, even when they were like this...

He had not asked for their names. And nor did he need to know them. Because he knew that they would happily give everything they could for him. All for the sake of having him there. All for the sake of the love that he was able to fill them with. Both literally and proverbially, as the gravidities currently hanging from their stomachs was proof of that love...

To think that allying with that force to not only preserve his world even longer would end up with him finding brand new love within another world. He had to continue to explore this place. See what else it had to offer. All so that he could-

"GET AWAY FROM THEM, YOU CREEP!"

Hm? Was somebody angry with him? Ah, had he triggered the emotions of another once again? Just as he had done when he invited himself into other Kingdoms, so that they could experience the rush of being his lovers?

The cloaked figure turned towards the source of the angry voice, with a bullet firing right past his head. A strong, proud bullet. Interesting. He could feel a certain kind of energy radiating from this bullet. Whoever he was facing was in a different class than the ones that he had met in his own realm.

They had will and whims of their own, yes. But they weren't able to weaponize it nearly as literally as what had just flown past his head. If this bullet really was made of willpower, then perhaps he should be a little more careful. But even so, the one that had shot it at him...

Standing a little further away from the two gravid ladies, currently clad in white and golden robes that looked very much like the cloaked man's own white and gold cloak, was a green-haired young man clad in a red coat. With two very dangerous looking firearms in his hands, each practically radiating with this willful energy that he had used to shoot the cloaked man.

Judging by the look on his face, he was not happy with this development in the slightest. And if he had the opportunity, he would no doubt make sure that the Emperor wouldn't see the light of day ever again...  A pity that he would go so far. Regardless if he knew he couldn't truly fight against the Emperor or not...

"My sincerest apologies, young man. Are these friends of yours? They are utterly beautiful, so I do apologize if I have hurt them in your eyes. That is far from what I wish to do. Far from what I wish to accomplish by arriving in this world." The cloaked figure spoke, his words as soft as one could possibly imagine them to be. In fact, it almost sounded like he was serenading the young man as he spoke, all while taking soft steps to get closer to him.

All while narrowly avoiding getting nailed by a direct hit from those guns. Courtesy of the JõtaiKiller that was trying to end his existence for daring to step onto his territory. "You're with the Darkness, aren't you? Only one of their numbers would dare go this far and still act like they didn't do anything wrong. You turned my friends into your pregnant slaves, you bastard!"

Pregnant slaves? Now that simply wasn't right. No no, that wasn't right at all. He was making sure that his wives were loved beyond all. He wasn't one to hurt or enslave the ones he loved. They followed him out of the love in their own hearts, why would he believe that they were brainwashed?

"Hayato, come on. The Emperor is not a bad man. He simply wants what's best for all of us. And for that reason, he made me one of his wives." The tanned lady said, bowing her head respectfully before her beloved. All while being far, far more formal than she ever usually was. Which just served to annoy the young man that much more.

The slightly red-hued robotic girl stepped forward. "Hayato. Neo understands now. I know what Love is like. And it's what he makes me feel." The girl said, all while wrapping her arm around the Emperor's side. She was always one to go for the most obvious kind of language. Both verbally and physically. That was probably why she was going through the effort of hugging him like that.

"There you have it, young man. As you can see, I haven't done anything to them beyond giving them my love. Surely you now understand?" The cloaked man said, as he came ever closer. Closer, yet closer. Just a little further, and he could give the young man the love as well...

Hayato was not having it, as several violent looking firearms popped out of his coat in response to his flaring will. "You think you can just make Ero and Neo talk like they've always been in love with you, and think you can fool me? NOT A CHANCE!" He screamed, as the tip of every single one of his firearms was starting to radiate with the same energy.

He was going to fire. He was going to fire, regardless of the fact he was blaspheming against the Emperor. Not to worry. He had seen many hotblooded young people like him. Ones that wanted to directly oppose him. Ones that wanted to directly oppose his Empire. But not to worry. He knew how to handle a boy like him. All it would take was for him to carefully strip out of his robe...

"Young man. Nay, your name is Hayato, is it not?" The Emperor said, a soft smile remained on his face as he not only pulled his hood down, revealing his extremely long and flowingly blonde locks, such an ocean of hair that it almost looked like you could get lost in it all...

But while Hayato was ever slightly stunned by just how beautiful the Emperor was, he removed his cloak as well. Allowing the bright glow from the elvish script across his entire body to blind the young man. Leaving him awfully vulnerable to the influence that the Emperor was allowed to exert...

Leaving the young Man to collapse onto his knees. All while his eyes were now gradually laser-focusing on the script-covered cock in front of him. A big, thick cock that was making it harder and harder to think with every passing moment...

"Get... that... thing... away from me..!" He definitely tried to struggle. Even as his head was equally struggling to pull itself closer to that musky mask. Panting and gasping with a need like he hadn't experienced before. All while the Emperor watched over him with a glee like no other...

It wasn't just that he was watching Hayato struggle. The boy's attempts to fight back against his ancient magic was adorable. But the effects that the script had on his body was far, far more important. And it gradually lowered Hayato's head further and further...

"I am so terribly sorry, young man. But your rack is something I find myself gravitated towards. Even to the point of getting aroused, so you will have to forgive this obscene sight. Much as I will forgive yours."

Hayato blinked a few times as he struggled to pull his eyes away from that cock. No matter how absolutely and overwhelmingly pungent it was, he didn't want to look at it. He needed to look elsewhere. He needed to focus. Focus on what the pretty man was talking about...

It was as he followed the words that the Emperor spoke, drawing his sight down towards his bust, that he ended up losing control. When he wasn't looking, the young man had ended up with such an enormous pair of udders. A real set of boy boobs. And not to mention, they were leaking so much milk that he started to thirst after his own lactate.

Hayato wasn't merely lactating. In fact, by the time he had seen his milk like this, it was already too late. This milk that was dripping from his nipples? It contained some of the sensibilities that he was meant to be keeping safe against this Emperor. Which led his eyes to gradually drift back towards the elvish cock, as it looked even tastier... Even more impressive, even more addictive than before...

That was much more preferred in the eyes of the Emperor. He smiled, and carefully motioned for the boy to lay down on his back. Let the weight of his bosom guide him. All so that he could prepare himself in turn.

He did as he was commanded. He could understand exactly what his Emperor wanted. He wanted his fat-tittied partner to lay down like a good partner. All while spreading his legs and wrapping his arms around his thighs. To make it that much easier for his beloved to reach the hole that mattered. All while being far too happy to do so, especially with the other two enthralled lovers watching him..

It didn't matter that the hole that he was presenting to his beloved, the Emperor that had enthralled him with nothing more than his cock, was not meant for the same sort of treatment as what his friends and soon to be concubines had. But that did not matter.

Because the Emperor would take him regardless. Thrusting his impressively mighty thing straight into that hole. Ripping and tearing apart the fabric of his pants in the process, all so that thing could go as deep inside him as it could possibly go.

It happened so fast. Or perhaps Hayato simply wasn't able to keep conscious from how good it felt. But all he could do was cry out again and again as he was made to cum and cum. And before he knew how long it had been, before he knew how many times his lover had thrust into him...

He could feel the flood pouring into him. He could feel that potent seed rushing straight into his hole. Fertilizing the boyish hole, making his boyish body tremble all over. And his boyish boobs start to leak that lovely milk in turn, all thanks to how the Emperor had climaxed inside of him...

Hayato loved it. Just as he loved the way that his stomach rapidly started to inflate. All thanks to the life that was developing inside of him. He didn't know how. He didn't care how.

All that he cared about was how good it felt. All that he cared about was how his Emperor started to feed on the milk that was leaking from his breasts. Because that was all that he needed. That was the only thing that he ever needed...

Of course, his beloved loved the taste of his milk. Of course, his beloved loved how he was developing into a wonderfully pregnant partner, just as his friends had. And of course, his beloved loved his hole...

All of it caused Hayato to eagerly moan and moan. Even as his clothes started to transform into another regal white and golden robe like the one that Ero and Neo were wearing. Transformed into yet another lover, yet remaining male despite all evidence to the contrary.

Ahhh... To serve his beloved Emperor Evigh... That was all that he needed. All that he wanted to do... All besides induct the rest of his friends into his Emperor's harem. So that they could all be together. Serving under one divine man...

Forever and ever...