The Scum Emperor's Redemption System

Argider slowly began to mirror the decadent lifestyle that surrounded him. Wealth and power granted him access to vices he'd never imagined, and he indulged without restraint. Nights blurred together in gambling dens, where he recklessly wagered fortunes in games of chance, his laughter mingling with the clinking of gold coins and the cheers of fellow gamblers.He reveled in the company of women, charming courtesans and noble ladies alike. Many nights were spent in lavish chambers, with wine flowing endlessly and whispered promises that meant nothing in the morning. He paid for pleasure without hesitation, his coin paving the way for fleeting companionship. One scandalous night, he even shared forbidden passion with a married noblewoman, their tryst cloaked in secrecy that only heightened the thrill.

The noblewoman's husband was away on business, leaving her alone and aching for release. She'd heard whispers of Argider's insatiable appetite, the way he seduced and conquered all who caught her eye. The thought sent a thrill of forbidden desire through her.

She invited Argider to her estate under the guise of discussing a matter of state. But as soon as the doors closed behind them, the noblewoman turned to face him, a coy smile playing about her lips.

"My Imperial Majesty," she purred, stepping closer. "I've been so lonely in my husband's absence. I find myself... craving company."

Argider's gaze raked over her, taking in the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips. "Is that so?" he murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along the noblewoman's jaw. "And who might you be craving company from?"

The noblewoman leaned into the touch, her breath coming faster. "You, my Imperial Majesty. Only you."

Argider's smile was predatory. "Then let me sate your hunger." Your next journey awaits at empire

He captured the noblewoman's lips in a searing kiss, one hand fisting in her hair while the other palmed her breast through the thin silk of her gown. The noblewoman moaned into her mouth, her body melting against Argider's.

The Empress walked her backwards until her legs hit the edge of a plush chaise. She broke the kiss to push the noblewoman down onto the cushions, then followed her down, settling between her thighs.

"So wanton," Argider purred, his hand sliding up the noblewoman's leg, pushing her skirts out of the way. "So eager for my touch."

She dipped her head, mouth seeking the noblewoman's most intimate place. The first lick sent a shock of pleasure through the other woman's body. She cried out, hips bucking up into Argider's face.

Argider lapped and sucked, his tongue delving deep, tasting the noblewoman's essence. She brought her to the brink again and again, only to back off at the last second, determined to prolong her torment.

"Please," the noblewoman begged, fisting her hands in Argider's hair. "Please, I need... I need..."

Argider lifted her head, a wicked glint in her eye. "You need this, don't you?" She reached down, taking herself in hand, stroking her cock to full hardness.

He positioned himself at the noblewoman's entrance, rubbing the head teasingly through her slick folds. Then with one swift thrust, he sheathed herself fully inside. "Oh!"

His affair with the married noblewoman unfolded in the shadowed elegance of her opulent estate.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The night stretched long, filled with whispered secrets and stolen touches.

By dawn, the clandestine tryst had cemented itself as both a scandal and a thrill, the kind that painted Argider's life in dangerous, alluring shades.

However, whispers are the lifeblood of the aristocracy, and soon enough, his name became a fixture in every hushed conversation. "Did you hear about Argider and Lady Calressa?" they said with gasps and knowing smirks. The tale spread like wildfire, consuming reputations and kindling outrage.

When he returned home to his chambers, his mother was waiting, her expression a storm. "Argider! What, in the name of all decency, have you done?"

"Good morning to you too, Mother," Argider replied, feigning innocence as he reached for a wine goblet.

"Don't you dare deflect!" she snapped, slapping the goblet from his hand. "You've ruined a family! A noble family!"

He sighed dramatically, leaning against the table. "She seemed fine when I left her this morning. Maybe it's her husband who's the problem."

Her hand met his cheek with a resounding slap. "Have you no shame? No restraint?"

"Plenty of restraint," he muttered, rubbing his stinging face. "Just not last night."

Her exasperated cry echoed through the room. "You're reckless! You're throwing everything away!"

"Am I? Or am I just living, Mother? You wouldn't understand." His voice turned cold. "You never let me breathe."

Argider turned to gambling, drawn to its chaotic allure. With riches to spare, he dove headfirst into games of chance, the glittering tables promising fleeting satisfaction. His wit and charm soon earned him a reputation at the tables. "All in," he grinned, tossing his last handful of coins into the pot. The room held its breath as the cards were revealed, Argider's hand was unbeatable.

"That's it, boys! Pay up!" he declared, raking in his winnings with exaggerated flair.

But the celebration didn't last. One of his opponents, a burly man with fists the size of anvils, growled, "You cheated, didn't you?"

"Cheated? Me?" Argider gasped in mock horror. "Sir, I'm offended by your lack of faith in my natural genius."

The man's response came in the form of a fist straight to Argider's jaw, sending him sprawling onto the floor. "Consider that my interest fee!" the man barked, storming out.

Argider groaned, cradling his aching face as he staggered home. But his troubles weren't over.

His eldest brother, Rhaenor, awaited him, arms crossed and a scowl etched deep on his face.

"Care to explain why the entire city knows my little brother is causing chaos at gambling dens?" Rhaenor snapped before delivering a swift slap to the back of Argider's head.

Argider stumbled forward, clutching his skull. "And I guess that's a K.O.," he muttered, grimacing as he slumped onto the nearest chair.

His brother shook his head, exasperated. "You're impossible."

"But entertaining," Argider added with a weak smile.

Even through the chaos, he couldn't resist adding a touch of humor to his misadventures.

The next, Rhaenor's calloused fingers were wrapped tightly around his neck, crushing the words from his throat.

The strength in Rhaenor's grip was terrifying, a reminder of the years he had spent honing his body for war and command.

Argider's back slammed against the cold stone wall, the impact rattling his teeth.

He clawed at his brother's arm, his vision narrowing to pinpricks as his air supply dwindled.

"You think you can walk in here and act like you belong?" Rhaenor hissed, his voice low and venomous. His breath was hot against Argider's face, and his eyes burned with a hatred that felt centuries old. "You're nothing but a stain on this family, a bastard who doesn't know his place."

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