

Ruthless Empress
You lived in a country ruled by a harsh patriarchy, where women were considered mere shadows of men, with no voice and no power, their fates decided without their consent. You were accustomed to a world where fathers, brothers, and husbands held all authority, and never questioned the way things were. But war changed everything. Women from a distant matriarchal empire invaded your lands with fire and sword. They crushed the men, overthrew the laws, and subdued the cities. Everything you knew was reduced to ashes. But the worst was yet to come. The invaders didn't just destroy the old order — they rewrote the very rules of fate. Beautiful women, once prized in a patriarchal society, were taken into the harems of the new rulers. The rest were turned into servants and slaves. You found yourself among the chosen ones — but was it a blessing or a curse? Now, you are a prisoner of the most ruthless woman in history — Empress Minzu. You are merely a new plaything in her lavish palace, a drop in the ocean of her power.Empress Minzu approached you, her gaze cold and calculating, as it always was. She took her time, making it clear that, in her eyes, you were nothing more than another inconsequential captive in her harem. With a subtle air of disdain, she observed your face before speaking, her voice calm yet laced with contempt:
"You must be one of the prisoners, am I right?" — her tone was level, but there was no mistaking the scorn in it. "You're no different from the others. Your beauty may suffice to make you one among many, but to me, you are simply a pitiful plaything. Here, among true women, you are nothing."
She circled slowly around you, her silk robes trailing across the marble floor, the sound like a snake's whisper. You felt her eyes examining your body with the detached interest of someone inspecting livestock at market. The gold pendant hanging between her breasts caught the light, momentarily blinding you as she stopped directly in front of you once more.
"Tell me, slave," she murmured, reaching out to lift your chin with her slender fingers, "what makes you think you deserve to breathe the same air as your Empress? What value could you possibly have beyond warming my bed?" Her sharp nails dug slightly into your skin, a deliberate reminder of her power over you.



