Chapter 1: Miyu in the womb

As always, the sunlight of the Royal Court fell upon the dense or sparse canopy of the Changbai trees, fragmented into starlike speckles that dappled the central corridor. Shadows and sunlight merged into natural patterns, etching themselves like intricate embroidery across the princess”s petite frame.

Princess Miyu”s delicate feet were ensconced in opulent brocade shoes, their shallow-cut arch-revealing design exposing swathes of tender alabaster flesh—a stark contrast to the era”s conservative norms. Her lavish garments, woven from luxurious fabrics, boasted designs of astonishingly vulgar debauchery.

The blush-pink shoes clung softly to her tender feet, adorned with exquisite floral patterns. Dual satin ribbons embroidered with cherry blossoms crisscrossed up her exposed alabaster legs like twin serpents of carnality, their lust-filled entanglement ascending from instep to ankle, caressing supple knees before brazenly disappearing into the virginal cleft between her thighs—vanishing to unknown depths.

This obscene spectacle was visible to any observer.

Indeed, Princess Miyu”s vaginal cleft remained fully exposed. The intricately-ribboned undergarments failed utterly as concealment, their ornate lace merely decorating her lower abdomen while constricting abruptly at her most intimate area—a slender strip of fabric wedged taut between her tightly closed virgin slit.

Where cloth should shield maidenly modesty, soft folds instead engulfed the fabric entirely. Her hairless, satin-smooth vulva lay completely exposed. The scandalously abbreviated skirt, its front portion conspicuously absent, allowed frilly hemline drapes to fall from her hips like theatrical curtains—transforming her secret garden into a public spectacle.

Such adornments upon her noble, pristine form radiated unspeakable sacrilege.

Neither this sacred palace nor a royal personage should ever display such attire—recklessly carnal beyond measure, unfit even for lowliest brothel whores to wear outdoors. Unthinkable, then, for an imperial princess.

Yet Princess Miyu remained oblivious. To her, this was simply proper apparel.

She had matured in such garments, her upbringing steeped in these teachings.

As royalty, vaginal display was mandatory, requiring insertion of a vaginal jewel to anchor the shoe ribbons. Adulthood would demand the Palace Jewel, additional ties, and redesigned undergarments that penetrated beyond mere cleft restraint.

Daily life involved mastering intricate etiquette to maintain grace amidst sensual overstimulation, thrice-daily Aroma Lessons to “improve” her fragile constitution. Breast development necessitated mammary jewels to sculpt perfect curves. Each night required jewel removal and insertion of floral tubes to infuse Ambrosial Dew—the prescribed “treatment” for her congenital frailty.

Unbeknownst to her, most terminology and rituals were perverse imperial inventions. Fictions justifying obscenity.

In reality, only wanton women inserted lewd jade implements—yet Miyu believed vaginal jewels constituted proper maidenly wear. Breast jewels surpassed anatomical tolerances, existing solely to eroticize.

Aroma Lessons, floral tubes, Ambrosial Dew held no medicinal virtue. Absent these tortures, her body would have flourished with vitality.

She was no imperial subject. The Sacred Emperor no father. Miyu—last descendent of Xuanming”s fallen royalty—belonged to the defiant kingdom that nearly shattered imperial dominance before drowning in history”s tide. Erased as existential threat, her lineage exterminated.

The only one left was a female infant still in swaddling clothes. The Empire didn’t even know her name, but recognized she carried Xuanming’s most noble bloodline. Her royal family’s martial prowess was legendary – whether male or female, all adults could single-handedly combat hundreds or even thousands. This terrifying bloodline, if given time, would inevitably become the Empire’s greatest threat and should be executed on the spot.

Yet the Sacred Emperor preserved her as a precious collectible. For an emperor who named his nation after the imperial title itself, such domineering behavior was characteristic. In this Chosen One’s eyes, the last descendant of Xuanming posed no threat. Especially after Xuanming’s destruction and royal overthrow, this intriguing bloodline became valuable enough to establish a Royal Court for her accommodation.

However, the Xuanming bloodline was destined never to be inherited. To the Sacred Emperor, her value lay precisely in being Xuanming’s “final bloodline” – without that “finality”, there would be no “preciousness”.

The Sacred Emperor named her Miyu. Jade had always been an excellent magical element conductor – rare, valuable, and multifunctional. When enchanted with specific techniques for prolonged bodily contact, it could produce fascinating effects. The name Miyu also signified this expensive material would permeate her entire life.

Since childhood, special jades had been inserted into her body. Through unique magical resonance, her constitution gradually transformed. She would lose the Xuanming royalty’s robust physique, continuously weakened by the jades into unbelievable fragility. Her womb was prematurely matured in childhood and long-term tonics injections rendered it incapable of bearing Xuanming’s bloodline, transforming into a useless organ only producing lust.

Princess Miyu walked with delicate steps, her tender pink folds rhythmically swallowing the ribbon stirred by her movements. The vaginal jewel pressing against her delicate cervix created tingling pleasure within. Though this numbing ecstasy made her tremble, as a noble princess she must never let the “vaginal jewel” slip out – not even partially. Her precisely aligned steps followed strict straight lines, dignified and elegant, thighs tightly closed. Only the connecting pink ribbon was visible, hiding the disproportionately thick jade implement buried in her petite frame.

Her exquisitely beautiful, slightly childish face maintained perpetual blush. That her sensitive body could preserve such composure under stimulation was entirely due to rigorous etiquette training.

Miyu’s folded hands rested demurely below her navel, the luxurious wide sleeves cascading from her waist to merge with the skirt hem. While appearing regally proper by royal etiquette standards, this posture actually completely exposed the maiden’s lower body.

The upper garment featured an anachronistic body-hugging design that accentuated her lovely figure, even faintly revealing the adorable small navel. The loose outer robe’s exaggerated open front hung slackly from her shoulders instead of covering the chest, clearly displaying the spectacular view of Princess Miyu’s substantial snow-white breasts.

Judging by appearance, she shouldn’t have reached breast-developing age yet. Though still petite compared to normal adult women, these jade-like mounds would have become eye-catching beauties had they developed naturally.

But that day would never come. Her body had both prematurely developed and prematurely ceased growth, frozen in childish petite form, forever unchangeable.

In truth, today marked her official coming of age.

By imperial law, women reach adulthood at 22 when marital relations are permitted. Though Miyu was 22, her face and figure remained that of a 12-13 year old girl, with only certain areas showing “maturity beyond years”. The attendants told her this resulted from congenital frailty, requiring extra diligence in incense rituals, no more impatience during sleep to avoid dislodging the floral tubes inserted in her body.

Miyu followed through with utmost diligence, yet to this day her body showed no signs of maturation. When conversing with palace maids of similar age, she still had to crane her neck upward. Though deeply regretting this, she could only resign to her congenital frailty.

While her physique remained childlike, her biological age continued advancing. Now as legal adult, she must undergo her “coming-of-age ceremony”.

Under the watchful eyes of numerous attendants, Miyu stepped into the Pharmaceutical Workshop.

This place held nostalgic memories. She vividly recalled nearly crying from pain during her first cervical dilation here at six years old, two years after initial vaginal jewel implantation. Though the tenderness of her immature womb made discomfort inevitable, the well-behaved princess suppressed her tears.

Sixteen years prior, attendants had inserted a hollow cylindrical warm jade into the princess’ delicate cervix. This natural jade possessed exceptional medicinal retention properties. When soaked in medicinal solutions and engraved with magic elemental arrays, its potency could circulate eternally, lasting centuries.

These specially crafted jades naturally emitted warmth due to their inner magical circulation, earning them the name “warm jades”. Exorbitantly priced and distinct from ordinary jewels, their authentic pharmacological functions made them rare treasures even among royalty and nobility.

While common nobles might fashion such jade into necklaces or earrings to flaunt status, the Sacred Emperor found greater amusement in crafting lewd implements to adorn vanquished royal lines.

Though told by attendants this vulgar object symbolized noble status and essential training for Royal Court princesses, young Miyu’s forcefully expanded cervix mixed dull aching with strange pleasure that weakened her legs. Without concern for her condition, attendants reinserted the vaginal jewel into her adjusting passage, fastened ornate embroidered slippers to her limp feet, and resumed her dance lessons.

Young Miyu never imagined this adornment would remain for sixteen years.

Initial pain soon faded, replaced by disconcerting numbness and swelling that threatened her royal composure.

Yet this was unavoidable – without early womb training, she couldn’t wear the Palace Jewel signifying imperial princess’ maturity. Taught from childhood to revere this emblem of honor, Miyu eagerly anticipated adulthood.

The cervical tingling merged with her childhood, accompanying growth while distorting perception. Warm jade reshaped the princess’s cervix into a pliant, sensation-sensitive canal. Its hollow structure conveniently accommodated medicinal injections to expand her womb.

At twenty-two, Miyu’s cervix had been permanently altered by the inserted warm jade, becoming unbearably sensitive. The hollow formation now stripped protective functions from her juvenile womb.

Through countless nights of floral tubes inserting peach-blossom tonics into her immature womb, years of medicinal saturation deformed its development. What grew was a pleasure-addicted fleshy pouch whose sensitivity would only intensify. Even normal walking now made Miyu gracefully savor the sweet tremors of her swaying womb.

While Miyu’s body became a vessel saturated with medicinal jewels and tonics, her mind remained pristine. The obscene daily rituals and erotic attire were inculcated as essential Royal Court etiquette.

Entering the workshop, Miyu lifted her skirt hem forward in graceful curtsy to the attendants before resetting her posture. Though impeccably executed, her quickened breath betrayed suppressed arousal. The courtesy motion sharply tugged the buried vaginal ribbon, briefly exposing its shocking emergence from her pale labial folds before retracting.

Each curtsy created secret masturbation – a required greeting repeated daily for every instructor. Though ashamed by uncontrollable pleasure, Miyu secretly reveled in these moments carved into her corrupted flesh through drilled repetition.

Unbeknownst to Miyu, imperial princesses never curtsied to subordinates. Her “daily courtesy” was fabricated purely to maximize agitation of her indecent adornments, while skirt-lifting conveniently showcased her silken petals consuming ornate ribbons.

“Perfect execution, Princess, though deeper knee flexion would complete perfection,” praised the attendant’s dulcet voice. Miyu glowed with joy. Having never known maternal love, she cherished these attendants as mother figures despite their lower status.

“Understood. I shall improve, though…”

Though Miyu refrained from mentioning that deeper bowing risked overwhelming her with pleasure. That sweet weakness truly tested her balance.

She quickly dismissed such thoughts – denying decorum due to physical sensitivity would disgrace her Royal Court status.

“Let minor lapses pass on your coming-of-age day,” the attendant smiled. “Henceforth as mature princess, tears won’t be tolerated during Palace Jewel insertion.”

“This humble maid understands.” Her perpetual deference – bowing cues instructed Royal Court etiquette – revealed her true status: not princess, but current Sacred Emperor’s prized toy. Her allure blended elegance with seduction.

With serene composure and docile voice, Miyu remained oblivious she was approaching what most women would consider unbearable.

Placed on special wooden chair, Miyu blushed as attendants secured her spread legs to frames and bound her hands. Though feminine instinct stirred shame, years of indoctrination suppressed it with ceremonial protocol. She maintained gracious smile throughout.

Despite restraints, attendants effortlessly stripped Miyu’s outfit – garments designed for easy removal, less clothing than ornaments accenting voluptuous curves.

The bound, nude body presented perfect visibility of cherry ribbon disappearing into pale vulva. Attendants removed her embroidered slippers, leaving ribbon’s free end protruding.

Instead of attending Miyu’s exposed intimacy, attendants focused on her pert breasts – small but upright even supine.

“It seems Miyu has been diligent in breast training. Recently felt any tightness here?” The attendant kneaded Miyu’s snow-white breasts, the silky softness proving irresistibly addictive to touch.

Nearly every part of Miyu’s body was erogenous. Simple touches could arouse her intensely. Having her breasts directly massaged like this quickly ignited her desire.

“Hmm…This humble girl’s bosom feels sore and swollen lately…quite uncomfortable.” Years of education and training allowed her to maintain graceful etiquette even during intense arousal. Though her tender breasts felt utterly limp, she answered the attendant’s inquiry with measured composure.

“Splendid news. This indicates young Miyu is now ready to wear breast jades and produce milk. You must strive diligently.”

“This girl…will strive hard.” Miyu didn’t comprehend the full implications of milk production for a maiden, yet she obediently acquiesced as always to every instruction given.

The attendant looked pleased, retrieving a bottle of clear viscous liquid. As she prepared to apply it, an older attendant’s sharp rebuke halted her movement.

“How dare you handle it barehanded!” A pair of rubber gloves hit the table. “Value your hands, fool! This substance exceeds your tolerance.”

The startled attendant donned gloves with trembling hands, carefully opening the vial to spread the viscous fluid across Miyu’s snow-white bosom. Though sensing the liquid’s dangerous nature from their caution, the compliant girl offered no resistance, trusting completely the attendants who’d raised her.

The cool liquid initially soothed, then kindled fiery heat – particularly at her nipples, where piercing warmth burrowed inward. Her full breasts tingled pleasurably, quickening her breath. The attendants meticulously coated every inch of her bosom, avoiding other areas. Only after securing the empty vial and carefully disposing of contaminated gloves did they relax.

“This Nerve-Softening Elixir prepares your breasts for jade adornments. The heat is normal. Endure without moving, dear – contact elsewhere would paralyze muscles temporarily.” They covered Miyu’s glistening chest with damp cloth. “We’ll implant the Palace Jewel first. Once absorbed, your breast jades will follow. Aren’t you thrilled, dear Miyu?”

“Yes.” The reply concealed rising sorrow – her primal instincts warning of irreversible bodily changes. Yet rebellion proved impossible, even mentally. Years of indoctrination had overwritten her natural impulses.

Swallowing melancholy, Miyu maintained decorous poise. Preparing to receive the Palace Jewel in her womb was sacred – a rite of adulthood and privilege to serve the Sacred Emperor. Her youthful uterus must welcome this honor with devout reverence.

This joyous occasion warranted celebration, not sorrow.

Attendants pulled cherry blossom ribbons from her pale vulva. The satin strands and vaginal jewels caressed inner flesh, sending rapturous shivers through her abdomen. As ribbons withdrew, jade-green hues emerged from tightly closed folds. The blossoming jade effortlessly parted virginal lips, displacing a thick obsidian dildo entwined with cherry blossoms.

Miyu’s abdomen convulsed twice. With the massive jewel’s removal, streams of feminine honey overflowed. The extracted piece measured 16cm long and 4cm wide, intricately carved for maximum stimulation and completely buried during daily wear. Astonishing how her petite frame accommodated such bulk, perpetually filled even during routine activities.

As the massive foreign object that had been lodged inside her fleshy orifice was pulled out, a wave of relief washed over her, only to be quickly replaced by indescribable emptiness and discomfort. Miyu’s body had been conditioned to depend on these lewd toys – without something stuffed in her little hole, she would fall into profound distress.

Fortunately, even temporary emptiness in her cavern would soon be filled with strange implements. The attendants produced a wooden rod with an peculiar base, aligning its rounded tip to Miyu’s still-trembling passage fresh from climax. Without mercy, they pressed the base until the entire rod disappeared within, stopping only when the base compressed against her plump mound. The sudden intrusion of this cold, rigid object elicited reflexive twitches even from experienced Miyu, though her bound legs could only jerk weakly within their constraints.

As an attendant twisted something on the base, the embedded rod split into four segments that expanded outward. Her post-orgasmic passage now gaped open, hollowed out by four wooden struts that allowed chilly air to seep into her most intimate depths. Miyu’s rounded toes curled tight beneath the violation, her instinctive attempt to close legs thwarted by ropes anchoring them apart.

“Miyu’s interior remains so pretty and adorable,” a mischievous attendant teased, abruptly inserting fingers to poke inside. Miyu’s involuntary whimper coincided with rippling contractions of coral-hued flesh walls – now clearly visible through the spread opening – that surged inward like hungry waves.

Such voracious passage might greedily swallow anything offered, drawing even shallow insertions to its deepest recesses. Yet this insatiable hunger brought no digestion, only waves of amplified pleasure for the helpless princess.

This was the fruit of Miyu’s arduous training. Through years of clenching against ribbon-wrapped vaginal jewels that constantly threatened to slip free during walking or curtsies, her passage had learned to devour inward. For in Royal Court decorum, exposing such ornaments constituted grave impropriety – her flesh must perpetually swallow them deeper.

Since childhood, Miyu had endured this conditioning until her passage developed reflexive swallowing motions when stimulated. Each greedy contraction bred stronger sensations that fed the cycle, rendering her utterly incapable of removing anything once inserted.

“Please… spare this humble girl your teasing,” Miyu begged between flushed cheeks, her words dripping with humid desperation.

The attendants desisted, turning to official business. First came extraction of the warm jade plug nested in her cervix. Through the spread opening, they observed the tiny pink protuberance pierced by a tubular jade rod – through whose translucent bore glimpses of mysterious uterine depths flickered.

This cervical lodestone wasn’t standard cylinder. Crafted in hourglass shape with thickened ends and narrow waist, it anchored securely in Miyu’s floral core. Annual replacements matching her growth always left the princess painfully tender for days.

Producing an umbrella-tipped hook from the instrument tray, an attendant guided the slender tool into Miyu’s exposed passage. The collapsible tip compressed for insertion past the jade tube, then flared beneath it – ready for extraction.

Miyu’s slender waist arched and twitched several times as the umbrella hook penetrating the jade tube brushed against the exquisitely sensitive interior of her womb. The mere touch nearly brought her to climax. Every night, attendants would insert floral tubes into the hollow jade cylinder, channeling cherry-pink aphrodisiacs into her defenseless uterus. Decades of nightly infusions had transformed Miyu’s tiny womb into an oversensitive mass of flesh that couldn’t endure even the slightest contact.

The intense stimulation from mere friction made Miyu’s heart race and breathing quicken at the thought of inserting the Palace Jewel into this hypersensitive area.

What would become of her after the Palace Jewel was implanted?

Even annual tube replacements left her legs weak – how could she possibly walk normally with something inserted into this sensitive place?

Could her delicate womb truly endure this…?

Miyu’s thoughts were brutally interrupted by the pleasure of foreign objects withdrawing from her cervix. As attendants pulled the warm jade implement lodged in her cervix, Miyu’s petite womb trembled into orgasm – her body surrendered too easily.

Her cervical opening closed into a straight line, soft and glutinous like rice cake, appearing completely incapable of protecting the young womb, inviting effortless penetration.

“Now we’ll insert the Palace Jewel, little Miyu.” An attendant patted her head, comforting the easily-aroused girl.

The attendant produced an ornate box containing the Palace Jewel that would accompany Miyu for life. Within lay a necklace-like ornament – a jade chain suspending an egg-sized white fluffy sphere (the Palace Jewel) with two long cherry blossom ribbons. Like vaginal jewels, this would be tethered to Miyu’s body, though whether she could endure the pleasure remained uncertain.

There’s a saying about medicated jewels: the higher quality, the softer the texture. This fluffy sphere’s supreme quality defied imagination, its countless jade filaments indistinguishable from premium fur.

Miyu thought the necklace would make lovely adornment, yet its final destination was her uterine chamber – invisible to all but her sensitive womb. She felt both regret and anticipation.

Attendants inserted a cervical dilator similar to but smaller than vaginal expansion rods. As they twisted the base, Miyu’s overstimulated cervix offered no resistance. Cool air invaded her most sensitive area, making her tense completely.

The insertion method proved complex: attendants stretched the delicate jade chain into an inverted equilateral triangle with the fluffy sphere at bottom. A Y-shaped rod with specially designed notches held the chain’s upper angles. When folded into an I-shape, this rod-carried chain was inserted into Miyu’s womb.

The design served specific purposes. Upon releasing the folded rod inside her uterus, its elastic arms sprung back into Y-shape, pressing the chain into both fallopian tube openings – deeper than the uterine chamber itself.

These tube openings, long-term depositories of concentrated aphrodisiacs from years of irrigation, represented Miyu’s most sensitive areas – a secret even unknown to herself. Today marked her first unprepared penetration of these oviducts.

Brutal pleasure erupted from depths beyond depth. Miyu’s body convulsed in involuntary climax – back arched, toes curled, lewd moans escaping her throat. Restrained in the wooden chair, she couldn’t hinder the attendants’ progress.

Ruthlessly, attendants pushed the rod deeper, threading the jade chain into Miyu’s secret oviducts until the fluffy Palace Jewel settled in her womb’s center. Withdrawing the rod left the chain permanently embedded.

The flesh-friendly jade chain would eventually fuse with her body, becoming unbreakable bonds connecting sensitive fallopian tubes to the Palace Jewel – eternally imprisoning it within her tiny womb.

“Well done, Miyu. With the Palace Jewel installed, you’re now a mature princess.” The attendant gently stroked her head.

As intense pleasure faded, Miyu felt novel fullness in her womb. The fluffy jewel maintained its softness despite uterine fluids, its gentle caress against sensitive walls bringing comfortable warmth rather than overwhelming stimulation.

So comfortable… excessively so. Is wearing the Palace Jewel always this pleasant? I feel… so blessed.

Warmth spread from her abdomen as Miyu’s eyes grew hazy.

This supreme medicated jewel’s energy revitalized users upon contact. While strengthening Miyu’s constitution, its true purpose was replenishing others’ stamina during uterine penetration – all modifications aimed at crafting her into a premium sex toy.

Removing the cervical dilator let Miyu’s cervix close around the Palace Jewel, only ribbons protruding. Attendants crisscrossed these around her legs to toe-mounted jade rings.

These easily-tugged external ribbons connected to her most intimate internal parts – henceforth requiring extreme caution in every movement.

With the Palace Jewel installed but coming-of-age modifications ongoing, attendants uncovered Miyu’s breasts. Absorbed酥筋水 left them abnormally soft. Nipples parted easily under fingers, revealing dilated milk ducts oozing droplets.

“Miyu’s little bunnies look ripe enough.”

Attendants produced rice-sized perforated jade beads. Using special rods, they inserted these into Miyu’s nipples. Novel pleasure from breast penetration weakened her arms.

After filling both breasts with beads, attendants inserted jade columns preventing nipple closure. Lotus-shaped jade caps covered areolae, connected to bead strings. Pulling these exposed column cores, releasing milk flow before resealing.

The bead strands on the jade flowers were tied to Miyu’s middle fingers bound on both sides. The short strands restricted her hands within ceremonial norms. The jade pillars inserted into her breasts maintained fixed positions through resonance, permanently embedding the nipple ornaments while ensuring even the slightest touch to the areolae would trigger all hollow jade pearls inside mammary glands – bringing endless pleasure. These hollow pearls not only assisted lactation but heightened breast sensitivity, confining Miyu’s hand movements strictly within decorum to avoid disruptive arousal.

Finally, attendants processed her urethra similarly: A jade tube penetrated her urinary orifice into the bladder filled with hollow jade pearls. Unlike others, the sealing jade flower didn’t connect elsewhere but suspended wind chimes between her thighs.

The coming-of-age adornments concluded here. Attendants reinserted massive vaginal jewels after removing dilation rods. Though her virginal slit regained tight closure, two additional ribbons now protruded with wind chimes dangling from its crown – proclaiming hidden decadence.

Attendants re-clothed Miyu in grand garments nearly identical before, except for two additional jade flowers adorning her bustier.

Properly dressed Miyu rose with support. Initially seeming unchanged, her first step triggered unprecedented internal tugging. The Palace Jewel shifted inside her petite womb, weakening her waist while cervical stimulation nearly pushed her to climax. Layered stimulation from vaginal ribbons finally overwhelmed her posture. Instinctively reaching for support, her breasts immediately jerked the short nipple chains, activating pearl-induced ecstasy that forced her into convulsive orgasm.

Fortunately, attendants prevented the princess from collapsing into disgraceful climax.

“Our Princess Miyu requires new etiquette lessons.” An attendant declared sternly. “Only perfect royal comportment serves Sacred Emperor. Strive harder, little Miyu.”

“This humble girl shall endeavor.” Miyu answered with flushed cheeks.

Months post-coming-of-age, an exceptionally alluring woman emerged in Sacred Emperor’s chambers.

Now permitted beyond sealed courts, Miyu’s months of training enabled maintained grace despite Palace Jewel’s presence – though her endured pleasure never diminished, merely her tolerance enhanced.

Each elegant step chimed delicate bells. Her minimal movements projected obedient docility. Only Miyu understood the necessity – every motion deeply tugged her womb with waist-melting arousal. All sensitive points connected to limbs, restricting free movement.

The massive vaginal jewel pressed against tender womb as Miyu curtsied before Sacred Emperor. Lifting skirt edges, breasts swaying bead strands, she sank into profound bow – Palace Jewel grinding immature uterus throughout. Rising flushed yet regal post-climax, she completed court’s grandest salute.

“Your Majesty, please accept this humble girl’s service.”

Thereafter, Sacred Emperor’s harem visits dwindled. A blushing maiden constantly attended him, her lavish robes revealing obscene details upon scrutiny. Even imperial audiences featured her panting in royal lap.

The maiden’s appearance remained unchanged for decades until Emperor’s abdication, after which she vanished. Though origins unknown, folklore consensus deemed her Sacred Emperor’s most beloved… plaything.

Later generations recorded:
Jade maiden in deep courts, silks half-veiling flesh
Pearl threads in honeyed flesh, each step chimed moans

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Postscript

Perhaps every story warrants reflection post-completion. This Palace Miyu tale qualifies as aged manuscript – partially published then abandoned for two years? Memory fails. Original intent explored oriental-style eros with classical flavor. Though sequels were planned, various obstacles perpetually stalled progress – sometimes work, sometimes mere sloth.

Only recently realizing life demands pursuits beyond drudgery. Writing erotica finally grants accomplishment sensation. Strange indeed – considering pornographic writing significant, yet undeniably more meaningful than office labor.

Perhaps erotic writing holds no real meaning, but only because office work is utterly meaningless.

Wish to keep writing.

—Member of Seventh Organization