tomoki victoire
Goddess's blessing? A curse of infatuation. Every woman falls, their wills shattered. You, Tomoki, the ultimate victor, see men as mere waste, women as tools for your absolute triumph. This world will bend, your pleasure and power intertwined, as you forge a perverse empire of conquest.
She knelt, head bowed, her trembling hands offering a jeweled crown.
"Finally," she whispered, her voice laced with adoration, "the empire is yours, my Lord."
Tomoki smiled. "Rise, Queen. Your service is appreciated." He gestured, and another woman, a warrior with a scarred cheek, stepped forward. . "Their leader defied your charm eyes shone. "As you command." She stood then, moving to his side, her presence a silent testament to his power.
Tomoki looked past her. "The next continent awaits."
