Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP Chapter 322 : The Empire is Done For [6]

The body swap was released by Jax.

Oberon found himself back inside his own skin, blinking. The immediate sensation was a naked woman clinging to his chest, her eyes wide with terror.

His gaze traveled downwards, registering Lady Isadora's bare form against him. Further down, his own rigid member was pressed intimately between them, a stark realization of their current state.

Indeed, it seemed to be 'leaking' a consequence of the situation.

He was naked. She was naked. And any memory of how this came to be was completely absent.

In a surge of shock, he pushed her away. "What in the— Lady Isadora, what does this mean?! Why are you— why am I—"

His words faltered, his mind struggling to reconcile confusion with horror. Then, his eyes landed on Damian, standing amidst the debris of a collapsed wall, dust blanketing his shoulders. In Damian's eyes, Oberon saw a look he hadn't witnessed in their twenty years of friendship.

Damian observed the swift transformation on his brother's face. The effortless charm and seductive whispers directed at his fiancée vanished, replaced by a bumbling, bewildered fool the moment the charade ended. After two decades of brotherhood, Damian was only now truly grasping the extent of Oberon’s acting prowess.

He spoke, attempting sarcasm, but his expression and voice betrayed the effort. "Go on, brother. Finish your sentence. I'm genuinely curious what excuse you'll conjure next."

Oberon's confusion intensified. "Damian, what is going on here? Why is Lady Isadora undressed? Why am I undressed? What in the blazes is happening—"

Isadora interrupted, tears streaming down her face, horror etched in every feature. "What are you saying, Your Majesty?! You were the one who made promises! You swore to protect me! You vowed to marry me! To save me from Emperor Damian! How can you stand there and claim you didn't just pledge to give me everything?!"

Oberon stared at her as if she had grown a second head, each word making less sense than the last. "What are you talking about?! How could I possibly say anything like that when you are already betrothed to my brother?!"

It was at this moment that Isadora's composure completely shattered.

Her tears intensified, followed by a laugh that was both hollow and broken. It was the sound of someone who had just realized the foundation they stood on was never real.

"So, I was deceived from the very start. Every word. Every touch. Every promise of a new life. A genuine marriage."

Her voice cracked, turning raw and broken. "You orchestrated my downfall. You painted your own brother as a villain so I would beg you for sanctuary. You took my body. My trust. My honor. And you laid it out on this bed like an offering. And now you look at me with disgust?"

She trembled uncontrollably, her teeth chattering. "How depraved is your soul? Was my terror truly that entertaining for you? Was ruining a woman's entire life merely a trivial diversion before your morning court?"

Oberon's bewilderment gave way to burning fury. He seized her by the throat, his voice a low growl. "I never did any of that. I am incapable of such actions. And why would I? You were the woman my brother chose."

Then, a realization dawned. He released her, and she collapsed onto her knees, gasping for air. A chilling smile spread across his face as the scattered pieces finally formed a coherent picture in his mind.

"Now I understand everything. You are part of the rebellion. One of those vermin lurking in the shadows, attempting to dismantle this empire from within."

He stood straighter. "But all your schemes have failed tonight, my dear. Because the accusations you hurl at me? Damian would never believe them."

He turned to Damian, the unshakeable confidence of twenty years of brotherhood swelling in his chest. "You see this, Damian? These rebel curs came utterly unprepared. They have no grasp of the bond we share. They genuinely believed they could shatter a lifetime of loyalty with a naked courtesan and a few crocodile tears."

Damian offered no smile in return.

Instead, tears welled in his eyes. Not from sorrow, but from a rage so profound it had incinerated every other emotion, leaving only pure, unadulterated betrayal.

He spoke, his voice trembling. "No, Oberon. I was the one who had absolutely no understanding of what we shared."

Oberon's smile vanished.

Damian continued, his voice shaking, not with weakness, but with a destructive anger that heralded imminent collapse. "I never imagined I would witness this day. I never thought I would see the true, monstrous face of the man I considered more than a brother."

he added. "You've revealed my foolishness. Believing in you, thinking we shared the same childhood dream of ruling the world and ascending as the most powerful beings. I was blind to your manipulative words, veiled in love, care, and a brotherhood I guarded like a sacred treasure, even as it rotted from within."

His fists trembled at his sides. "I never imagined hearing your true venom towards me while you were with my fiancée. I never conceived of witnessing my friend's betrayal with the woman I intended to build my future with."

His voice broke on the final words. "I never pictured myself being stabbed by the only person I had left in this world."

Oberon took a desperate step forward. "Being with her?! There is absolutely no way! Damian, you can't possibly believe this wretched woman over me!"

Damian's voice held a terrifying flatness, more chilling than any outburst. "Oh, please, Oberon. Your act is futile now. I heard everything. I saw it all. I watched you take pleasure in her through the window, heard you mocking me through the wall. I know exactly what lies within your heart for me. I know how you both shattered my entire existence in mere minutes."

His eyes blazed with an unnamable emotion. "So, to answer your question: I trust neither of you. You are already deceased in my eyes. And very soon, the rest of the world will see you as dead as well."

Oberon let out a strangled cry. "I don't comprehend what's happening! I recall nothing of this! I don't remember touching her! The last thing I remember is accepting tea from Isadora, and then… nothing. The time after that is a complete void!"

Suddenly, a realization struck him. His eyes widened as he surveyed the room, finally fixing on the two vacant teacups resting on the table.

"Wait. The tea. Yes! It was the tea! She offered it to me! She must have laced it with something to knock me out! Whatever transpired afterward wasn't me! Damian, she orchestrated this entire deception! She drugged me and fabricated this scenario!"