The Tyrant's Consort Wants to Escape

In the second year of becoming the tyrant’s male consort, he ordered me to bear him a child.

“Only my older brother can bear my child.”

After that, he tried every way he could think of to wear me down.

“Looks like I haven’t been trying hard enough!”

But I was on the verge of death.

The ridiculous thing was that the man who had once taken me by force now had tears streaming down his face.