The Sinful Life of The Emperor

Tempest and Penelope watched Martha with growing bewilderment.

One moment she was a comet streaking across the sky, the next a petrified statue frozen mid-leap. Circe, ever the pragmatist, set down the steaming concoction and eyed Martha with growing suspicion.

"Don't tell me she has fallen for Kiba's cock as well!" She muttered under her breath, a touch of exasperation in her voice.

Since she didn't want other women from her tribe to become cock hungry sluts like the two around her, Circe had taken the precaution of draping a cloth over Kiba's nether regions.

But for a seasoned warrior like Martha, the strongest in Eden after the Ice Queen herself, seeing through such a flimsy barrier wouldn't be a challenge.

Had Martha perhaps glimpsed the hidden package and been struck by a sudden, uncharacteristic case of cockstruck…

Err, starstruck stupor?!

"But Martha hates men!" Circe argued with herself, the gears in her head turning. "Just a few weeks ago, she went on a rampage in the human world, didn't she?"

Rumours had swept through Eden of Martha venturing into the forbidden world of men and returning with a reputation as a slayer. The details remained shrouded, but whispers spoke of a man who'd committed unspeakable acts against women. The Ice Queen had intervened somehow, but that was all Circe knew.

Today was certainly a day for shattered expectations.

"Great, I am a healer, not a therapist! How am I supposed to deal with a gaggle of cock-crazed women?" Circe winced internally.

"Cough!"

A theatrical cough escaped her lips.

When that failed to garner a reaction, Circe resorted to a firm tap on Martha's shoulder. That touch jolted Martha from her stupor.

She'd barged in here, ready to rescue these women, only to find… well, this.

A hot flush crept up her neck, leaving her face burning. Words failed her, replaced by a suffocating awkwardness. Her valiant rescue mission had devolved into this… this mess.

Circe interpreted Martha's fluster as a confirmation of her suspicions. With another sigh, she sent a silent prayer to the Creator that Martha wouldn't ask for a taste of the cock...

No, the weapon, she corrected herself and continued the prayer.

"Please don't let her beg for a shot of that white nectar as well!"

Just then, Martha cleared her throat, attempting to regain her composure before speaking.

"Uh… I just came to check if the… man was… harming anyone," she mumbled, her voice barely a whisper in the tense air.

But the response from Penelope and Tempest threw her for a loop.

Their faces twisted into a mix of shock and indignation.

"Harming anyone?!"

Tempest bellowed.

"He's a sage! We're the ones who… who… committed crimes!"

Martha felt the room spin.

Her legs wobbled, threatening to give way.

She reached out for support, her hand connecting with the cool stone wall.

Was this some elaborate joke!?

Did Eden's air suddenly turn hallucinogenic?!

Or has someone launched a mental attack on her for her to hear such things!?

A sage?!

A kaleidoscope of forbidden memories flickered behind her eyes –

Professor Kiba, stern and unyielding, his monstrous cock... no, the Ass Breaker, wielded as a tool of discipline.

It delivered punishment to wayward students in the privacy of his office. The sight of those poor girls, bent over his desk, faces twisted as he "disciplined" them, was etched into her mind. Their cries of ecstasy were, to Martha, unmistakable screams of torment.

Then there was Principal Kiba, doling out "rewards" to the top students at the Female Empowerment University.

Graduation day turned into a nightmare as the valedictorian was led to his office, only to emerge hours later, barely able to walk, her face a mask of exhaustion and something else – something Martha interpreted as deep trauma. The Ass Breaker had struck again, and Martha's heart ached for the girl!

Dr. NTR Kiba's clinic was the strangest of all.

Women went in for routine check-ups with their husbands and came out looking like they'd been through hell. The Ass Breaker was his tool of choice for "deep examinations." Martha shuddered at the thought of those poor women, subjected to such treatment. The way they staggered out, weak and drained, was proof enough of their ordeal!

The tears and screams of the husbands were further evidence!

In the world of cinema, Kiba was a movie producer.

Actresses left his office with flushed faces, bodies trembling from the "auditions." The Ass Breaker was the casting agent, and Martha's skin crawled at the thought of what those women endured for a chance at stardom.

As a gym trainer, Kiba's sessions were scream-inducing.

Women who signed up for fitness, subjected to the Ass Breaker for "core strengthening." Their post-workout exhaustion was, to Martha, a clear sign of the torture they'd endured. She couldn't understand how they kept coming back, seemingly eager for more.

These were just a few of the hundreds of horrifying images seared into Martha's brain from those forbidden videos.

Professor, principal, doctor, philanthropist, movie producer, gym trainer, cosmologist – the titles changed, but the theme remained horrifyingly consistent:

Kiba and the Ass Breaker, inflicting agony on women in the name of… well, Martha wasn't entirely sure what.

The memories of writhing students, the supposed "reward" that left the top student unable to walk for days, the sheer number of naked women in various states of distress – it all painted a picture of a monster, not a sage!

How could anyone, in their right mind, call this man a saint?! Martha couldn't bring herself to speak, but the raw terror in her eyes spoke volumes."Lady Martha," Penelope began, her voice firm yet respectful. "While men, in general, are a blight upon this world, he is the exception to that rule.

He is kind, noble, and the answer to a woman's age-old prayer!"Martha's chest tightened, her heart threatening to burst from its confines. Powerful warrior she may be, but Penelope's words were a heart punch of epic proportions. Men – evil? Yes, absolutely. But an exception? Not a chance in Eden's frozen hell!

This man was the epitome of male villainy, a walking, talking, weaponized phallus! He was the devil incarnate, not some answer to a woman's prayer!But how was she supposed to make these stupid idiots realise that?!