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Tappei whilst writing felt as if he hit his limit. He had an outline for an arc but the monetary gain in simply writing Subaru's deaths continued to put him in a situation he hated. He was tired of Subaru yet he was the character that made him the most.
Tapping his desk he looked at the date. It was 2024. At this point AI allowed him to generate the majority of the story for him. As he typed in a prompt to complete an IF since he wasn't in the mood. Who could blame him? Once you get an audience hooked they'll defend you "He wouldn't do that" or "It's obvious to tell if it's AI or not".
What a bunch of incels. He thought as he slumbered.
Little did he know what the AI would generate and publish for his fans.
Subaru woke up in a hotel. Three years have passed since the Royal Selection ended and with that he finally found a compromise with Emilia.
It's only fair I let Emilia choose too. She'll outlive me anyways not like I should expect her to mourn over me years after my death. She will NOT become a Mikasa.
"Are you awake?"
Turning his eyes as the light began to illuminate the room he yawned.
Priscilla was like an irresistible temptation. After impregnating Rem, Crusch, Yorna, the list went on and on. But he noticed a trend. Whenever he'd impregnated one they'd become far less demanding.
"Pris are you still taking that-"
Priscilla swiped down his pants before he could finish his sentence. She knew as well as he did what would happen if she got pregnant. It's human nature and she wanted to enjoy him as long as possible.
Fredrica stood at the entrance of the mansion, watching as a procession of knights filed inside. Despite the bustling activity around her, she felt completely out of place and confused. After witnessing countless arguments between Subaru and Emilia, she was one of the few who dared not be in their presence.
But her jaw dropped in shock as she saw the Sword Saint himself enter the mansion. Taking a deep breath, she approached him with uncertainty. "Why...why are you here?" she asked.
"I owe Lady Emilia a great debt," he replied with a smile. "This request...I wanted to refuse, but the time has come when I cannot ignore it any longer." The creaking of the ceiling above could be heard as he spoke.
Fredrica's eyes fell to the ground. "Even you? It's pure depravity. I just-"
Before she could finish her sentence, the sword saint had vanished. With a determined look on her face, Fredrica climbed the staircase toward the source of the commotion.
As she reached the top, she couldn't believe her eyes or ears. "Mhmmm Reinhard do~~ you have a Divine~~ Protection~~~ MHHMM" Emilia's voice echoed through the hallway before being abruptly cut off by Julius stuffing something into her mouth.
Julius grinned slyly at his friend. "Reinhard, what a surprise to see you here. It's quite unusual for you to be wearing clothes."
Reinhard raised an eyebrow in disbelief before muttering under his breath, "Just to clarify...this is consensual?"
The room was dimly lit, casting shadows on the large, unfamiliar faces that filled the space. Garfiel's muscular form glistened with sweat, Otto's round belly jiggled as he laughed, and Roswaal's long hair cascaded over his naked body. Cecilus' thin frame was covered in tattoos, Felix's delicate features seemed out of place among the rugged bodies, and his own father...a man he had always revered...was now a stranger, exposed and vulnerable.
The room was dimly lit, the walls adorned with eerie paintings and twisted sculptures. In the center of the room stood a large bed, surrounded by figures he couldn't believe were real. Garfiel, Otto, Roswaal, Cecilus, Felix, and even his own father, all of them naked and watching him with hungry eyes. This couldn't be happening.
The room is vast and dimly lit, the walls lined with strange symbols and eerie artifacts. In the center, a group of naked figures loom, their bodies contorted and writhing in a way that sends shivers down his spine. Among them are familiar faces, but they are distorted and twisted beyond recognition.
Emilia lay on the cold stone floor, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with thick, rough rope. A pained expression was etched onto her face as she squirmed, trying to find a more comfortable position. Reinhard watched, a sense of unease settling in his gut as he finally understood the true nature of Emilia's desires.
The rope, he realized, was no ordinary binding - it was imbued with the powerful magic of the Great Spirit of Fire, allowing Emilia to contort herself into unimaginable positions at will.
"Reinhard, it was Lia's idea." A voice echoed from the rope as Od Laguna whispered in the sword saint's ear.
Kill them all.
Taking a deep breathe, Reinhard began to want answers, turning to the window in the hallway and walking right through it. With glass falling and the sound of a door being shammed, he clouded his way to his next destination.
The group of naked men shifted in discomfort, their eyes darting anxiously around the room. Their bodies were exposed, quivering with nervous energy, as they awaited their next move. Otto was lost in thought, his face contorted in intense concentration as he reached climax inside of Emilia's tight pussy. The others looked on in awkward silence, waiting for someone to break the tension. Reinhard's powerful aura loomed over them, his absence palpable as they imagined the consequences of his potential return.
The group of naked men stood nervously, their bodies tense and glistening with sweat in the dimly lit room. All their genitals were exposed, some still dripping from recent activities. Otto, lost in thought, could be seen thrusting into Emilia's tight pussy, his face twisted in pleasure.
The men's skin was slick with sweat and their faces contorted with a mixture of fear and arousal. Their naked bodies were an array of colors, some flushed with excitement, others pale with dread.
She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him as he undressed. He seemed hesitant, but she could see the desire in his eyes. "Don't be shy," she purred, running her fingers down his chest. "I know your wife has been in a coma for so long." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "My body is yours to play with."
The ropes binding Emilia's wrists and ankles began to constrict, cutting off her circulation. She tried to push Heinkel away from her as he groped her breasts, but he only pressed his body closer to hers. In a desperate move, she grabbed hold of his erect member and gave him a playful, innocent look. Heikel's primal instincts took over as he eagerly licked and sucked on her breasts, thrusting himself inside her with fervor. His hand moved faster and faster along the length of his cock as they both approached their climax.
Emilia's eyes darted between the group of men she had invited, her voice dripping with desire and challenge. "Let's play a little game," she purrs, "whatever happens in this room stays in this room." Her coquettish smile turns into a dangerous smirk as she waits for their reactions, eager to see how far they will go.
Heinkel's lips traced a trail from her collarbone down to her navel, leaving a path of saliva behind. He justified his actions by telling himself that his wife was heavily sedated and would never know.
Julius sneered, "Shut your mouth and take it," as he forcefully shoved his engorged member into her unwilling mouth. He gripped her head in a vice-like grip, thrusting it back and forth with such speed and force that bruises began to form on her delicate skin. Her muffled cries only fueled his cruel pleasure as he continued to dominate and degrade her without remorse.
The rough, powerful thrust of Garfiel's tawny tiger penis sent a wave of pleasure through Emilia. As he plunged into her, she let out a soft moan that mingled with the sound of their bodies colliding. "Feels like your drilling my insides~~," she gasped between breaths, her voice laced with desire and passion.
Emilia's body is being touched and used by multiple men at once, causing her skin to tingle and shiver with pleasure. Her bruises from being spanked and her body being held down by the men's hands add to the intense sensation.
Emilia's body was sore and bruised from the rough treatment, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure as Garfiel and Cecilus took control. Their movements sent shivers of ecstasy through her as she was hit in just the right spot, her body trembling and shaking in response.
Emilia's body is being dominated and used by the three men, her skin bruised and her hair being pulled by Julius. Heinkel's tongue slides along her body, adding to the sensations she's feeling. Emilia herself can feel the intense pleasure and pain, and the roughness of the the group's actions.
Emilia's back arched and her fingers dug into the sheets as she cried out, sweat glistening on her flushed skin. Her muscles tensed and released repeatedly as she rode the waves of pleasure, her body trembling with each powerful orgasm. The men around her grunted in satisfaction, but Emilia couldn't get enough. She moved her hips faster, chasing that addictive sensation that sent her over the edge again and again.
"FASTER!" Emilia's voice echoed through the room, filled with primal desire. Her body writhed and trembled as she reached her peak, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. The men surrounding her moaned in ecstasy, their bodies slick with sweat and their eyes fixed on hers. But even as they satisfied her, Emilia craved more. She ground her hips faster, chasing that intoxicating sensation once again, lost in a world of pure hedonism.
Roswaal's lips curled into a conniving smirk as he gazed at Heinkel. "You need to leaveeee," he said, his tone laced with subtle threat. The air crackled with tension as the two men locked eyes, neither willing to back down. Roswaal tapped his finger on the table impatiently, a clear indication that this was not up for negotiation.
Tension hung thick in the air, palpable and electrifying. The group huddled together, their nerves on edge as they awaited Reinhard's return to his son. An aura of unease lingered in the room, a reminder of his formidable presence and the potential for chaos when he arrived. Their thoughts raced with anticipation and apprehension, wondering what would unfold once he was back in his son's life.
The silence was shattered by a deep, gruff voice. Emilia turned to see a large man with a noticeable bulge in his pants approaching her. She felt her stomach turn as she realized what he was trying to do. He clumsily fumbled with his belt and revealed a small penis that was no more than 5 centimeters long. Emilia's disgust only grew as he tried to force himself inside her, but his size made him unable to do much damage.
The stillness was shattered by a deep, booming voice. Emilia turned to see a large man, with a belly that strained against his unbuttoned shirt and a small penis that he seemed eager to use. She hesitated as he approached her, but when he tried to fit his 5-centimeter appendage inside her, she couldn't help but laugh at the futility of it all.
"Who are you?" Heinkel asked, attempting to redirect the pressure.
As he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the man's belly jiggled under a strained T-shirt. "I'm Shiftyfish eight seven one," he grunted, adjusting his stance once more.
Shifty shifted in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. The conversation around him blurred together as he realized that he was too heavy and his small frame couldn't provide satisfaction for her. Maybe his mouth would be enough, he thought, but even that wasn't a guarantee. He felt a flush of insecurity wash over him.
With a flick of his wrist, Roswaal pointed his slender finger at the towering man before him. As the light began to gather and swirl around the tip of his digit, a sense of danger filled the air. In a split second, a precise bullet materialized from the energy and shot towards its target. The large man stumbled and fell to the ground, a spray of crimson staining the rich red carpet beneath him.
Emilia's voice exploded in frustration, "I need more!" The room was filled with phalli, but none of them could quench her insatiable desire.
Roswaal's eyes burned with smoldering rage as he glared at the half-elf before him. "Thanks to Subaru, I achieved the goal I lived so long for," he spat out each word with venom. "Do not dare mistake my actions as a betrayal," his voice dripped with malice and contempt.
As Heinkel spoke, his voice trembled with uncertainty. The thought of returning to his estate, where his wife still slept peacefully, made him shiver with fear. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face the reality that awaited him there.
Otto's eyes narrowed to slits, his tone sharp and accusatory. "Why the sudden change in attitude? We were all laughing and having fun until-"
Knowing Puck would protect Emilia, Roswaal emitted eight words.
All things in the universe turn to ashes!
The room erupted in intense heat and blinding flames, engulfing everything in its path. The powerful six-fold Al Goa spell was unleashed at point-blank range, causing chaos and destruction to the surroundings. As if summoned by the blast, a swirling portal materialized behind Roswaal, who stood unfazed amidst the chaos. His focus remained solely on Emilia, whom he viewed as a reckless and foolish opponent. At that moment, nothing else mattered to him but her defeat.
The following is a non-profit fan-based parody. Emilia is owned by Tappei Nagatsuki, Shiftyfish871, and White Fox.
Please Support the official Emilia.
Tappei felt as if he had hit his limit while writing. He had an outline for an arc, but the monetary gain in simply writing Subaru's deaths continued to put him in a situation he hated. He was tired of Subaru, yet he was the character who made him the most.
Tapping his desk, he looked at the date. It was 2024. At this point, AI allowed him to generate the majority of the story for him. He typed in a prompt to complete an IF since he wasn't in the mood. Who could blame him? Once an audience is hooked, they'll defend you, "He wouldn't do that," or "It's obvious to tell if it's AI or not."
What a bunch of incels. He thought as he slumbered.
Little did he know what the AI would generate and publish for his fans.
Subaru woke up in a hotel. Three years had passed since the Royal Selection ended, and with that, he finally found a compromise with Emilia.
It's only fair I let Emilia choose too. She'll outlive me anyway; not like I should expect her to mourn over me years after my death. She will NOT become a Mikasa.
"Are you awake?"
Turning his eyes as the light illuminated the room, he yawned.
Priscilla was like an irresistible temptation. After impregnating Rem, Crusch, and Yorna, the list continued. But he noticed a trend. Whenever he'd impregnated one, they'd become far less demanding.
"Pris, are you still taking that-"
Priscilla swiped down his pants before he could finish his sentence. She knew as well as he did what would happen if she got pregnant. It's human nature, and she wanted to enjoy him for as long as possible.
Fredrica watched as numerous knights entered the mansion. Yet she was the only one confused. After listening to Subaru and Emilia argue so much, she was one of the few who did not dare be around him now.
But her jaw dropped as she saw the Sword Saint himself enter the mansion. Walking up to him, she asked, "Why… are you here?"
"I owe Lady Emilia a great debt. This request… I wanted to reject it, but the time has come when I must not." He stated with a smile as the creaking of the ceiling could be heard.
Fredrica looked down, "Even you? It's pure depravity. I just-"
Looking back up, the sword saint was gone. Walking up the stairs towards the noise, he wasn't sure what to say.
"Mhmmm, Reinhard, do~~ you have Divine~~ Protection? MHHMM?" she yelled as Julius stuffed her mouth.
Julius grinned, "Reinhard, it's a surprise to see you here… it's uncanny of you to be wearing clothes."
"Just to clarify… this is consensual?" Reinhard muttered in disbelief.
The room was large, and he saw faces he never imagined seeing—even ones he didn't recognize: Garfiel, Otto, Roswaal, Cecilus, Felix, and his father—all wholly naked in what he could only describe as a nightmare.
To add to that, she was tied up. Beginning to realize the rope was the Great Spirit of Fire tied around her body, allowing her to be in the strangest positions a human could be in.
"Reinhard, it was Lia's idea." A voice echoed from the rope as Od Laguna whispered in the sword saint's ear.
Kill them all.
Taking a deep breath, Reinhard began to want answers, turning to the window in the hallway and walking right through it. With glass falling and a door shamming, he clouded his way to his next destination.
"I believeeee it's my turn with Lady Emilia," Roswaal affirmed, moving Heinkel aside.
The ropes began to move as her body was placed at the correct angle for Roswaal's height and size. Covered with semen, Roswaal questioned how he could break her. He wasn't a stranger to sex or satisfying women.
As he began to move, it dawned on him.
"Emilia, you are taking medication, correct?" He asked as an aura began to fill the room.
"What medication? Just put it in~~" She replied as Julius began sucking on her plump boobs.
Roswaal examined the room, noting he had no chance in a fight. He had already achieved what he desired. The debt he owed Subaru was one that nothing could ever repay, but at the very least, he could try to end this.
Starting with the weakest, "Heinkelll, I believe you must leave. Do beee wary that isn't negotiable."
The group was nervous. Reinhard's aura could still be felt within the room, and they could only imagine what might occur when he returned to his son.
A knight not known by anyone other than Emilia began trying to fit his 5-centimeter penis inside her, but it didn't do much.
"Who are you?" Heinkel asked, attempting to redirect the pressure.
The large man, moving a flap over his stomach as he attempted again to find a position, replied, "My name is Shiftyfish eight seven one."
Ignoring the conversation, Shifty gave up on gaining any pleasure. He was too fat and had a penis too small to satisfy her. But his mouth might work.
Roswaal pointed the finger at the overly large man as the light began to form around the tip. A precise bullet formed as the man fell to the ground, blood spewing on the red carpet.
"I wantttt more!" Emilia yelled in annoyance. So many penises around her she couldn't help herself. Nothing could satisfy her.
Roswaal stared angrily at the half-elf, "Only thanks to Subaru have I achieved my goal. I only live to aid the one who proved a fool could save this worlddd. Do not mistake my actions to be of betrayalll."
"I just… my wife is still asleep, and—" Heinkel muttered, shivering at the thought of returning to his estate.
Otto's eyes narrowed, "Why suddenly change your attitude? We were all having fun until-"
Knowing Puck would protect Emilia, Roswaal emitted eight words.
All things in the universe turn to ashes!
The room exploded with fire, and a six-fold Al Goa was sent point blank. Within an instant, a portal appeared behind Roswaal. He didn't care what injuries may have occurred, as Emilia was a fool.
"We need to have a chat."
That voice. Subaru thought, completely exhausted. Having sex with so many different girls was fun, but something was missing.
Is this it? Is this all you want?
Moments flew by. Time was non-existent as reality itself was being ripped to pieces.
Reaching for his face, he felt it breaking as if it were a mask, revealing a person underneath.
You are pathetic, Starmegalo.
But that name... this is my story. Who are you-
Does it matter? Is this your ideal of what life should be? Why must you write about sex when you can have it in your world?
I... I do. I have-
No, you don't. You've written 350K words about an isekai.
Why not target Shiftyfish?
Some souls can be saved while others cannot. I would not waste words on one who cannot be saved.
Then what are you trying to say? Even if I'm a virgin, it still doesn't make me not allowed to write about it.
If this was a fight, then sure, but your concept of relationships, sex, expectations, and reality itself is flawed.
Fuck you! I know sex very well.
Do you not understand? Very few men would want a harem to begin with.
So you wouldn't want like seven girls?
Seven girls, you say? And then paying for those meals, the dates, the maintenance!
They have jobs. I can turn them into cam girls like Andrew Tate did!
Economically speaking, Andrew Tate could only get multiple girls by first being able to do so. My friend, you don't have that.
But... how can sex be uninteresting? You speak of it like it's not enjoyable. Who wouldn't want a bunch of wives?
If you ever have an abundance of it, you will see. Only until then will you realize how pathetic you beings are.
Why... target me? My time. All of these years spent on what?
Isn't it obvious? You, my friend, are a pedophile, so it's easier to make an example out of you.
No, I'm not! She's older in my story!
Just like your fanfiction, your life will end as a statistic. So enjoy it while it lasts and break out of this pathetic community.
I'm not in that "community," and they all hate me. In fact, I am known to be one of the most hated people in this community.
They are filled with self-inserting incels that rather talk to their imaginary girlfriends than clean their rooms.
But I've had sex, I promise! Why don't you target a more prominent author? What did I do? Life is unfair! It's just not fair that Tappei ruined Re:Zero!
Just remember, kid. Nobody cares. Nobody is looking out for you, and when you die, maybe a few will cry and then forget you.
Wait, who are you?
I'm Shiftyfish871 after I die. I have so many regrets... why did I moderate a Reddit for so many years.
Fucking faggot.
Agreed.