Emperor Xian Long lounged in his bronze tub, the Eastern herbs swirling around him as steam rose. "Long’er, more boiling water," he barked, then chuckled about thrashing the Minister of Rites. "Peasants starve? Irrelevant to the Son of Heaven." The head eunuch dropped his cloth without warning. The others pounced, pinning the emperor’s limbs and rolling him into the crimson carpet. "Release me at once!" Xian Long roared. Long’er smirked. "The revolution has come, farmer Chen Wei’s wife taken three years ago. Your reign ends tonight." Carried to the eunuch chamber, Grand Eunuch Zhao met them with cold eyes. "Ancient law demands the dragon’s seed spill fully before the blade." Xian Long’s terror twisted into unwanted heat; his cock stiffened hard against his thigh. Forced to kneel, he gripped himself, panting as the eunuchs watched. "Witty last words, Majesty?" Zhao taunted. The emperor’s hand pumped faster, horny despite the shame, sweat dripping down his ass. He came hard, cum spilling across the dirt, then again with a groan, body shaking and wet. Zhao drew his blade. "One more release, then it ends." The former emperor’s power lay in ruins, yet a single spark of defiance hinted at chapters still unwritten.
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