Crafting the Princess's Weakness
My plan was progressing steadily, but I still hadn't uncovered Yvonah's weakness. She wasn't dumb enough to spill her secrets to just anyone. That went for Melt and a few other nobles too.
So instead, I came up with a new plan. 'If she has no weakness, I'll just make one.' And wouldn't you know it, something perfect to become Yvonah's weakness was right by her side. 'Melt.' The protagonist himself would be Yvonah's downfall.
The plan to create Yvonah's weakness? Simple: capture footage of Melt and Yvonah's secret rendezvous. Blackmail material straight out of those steamy comics. Think of it that way, and it's easy.
Who'd fall for such a stupid ploy? It's only stupid in a modern setting. In the modern world, leaked nudes are a dime a dozen and forgotten fast. But this is the dopamine-free Middle Ages, complete with rigid class structures. Yvonah holds the lofty position of princess. Others might see her romance with Melt as childish puppy love.
'But what if things get... serious?' Then it turns into a political shitstorm. The empire currently has two dukes: the Lionheart family, where Melt is the youngest son, and the Medici family. Their power is evenly matched, so Lionheart would try to use Melt to pull the princess to their side. Medici would interfere. Worst case, assassination attempts.
So if I could snag footage of their secret meetings, it'd be Yvonah's worst nightmare. The orders I gave my slaves—her slaves now—were straightforward: set the mood. Steer conversations toward lewd topics. Stuff like how men have raging libidos, how guys hit up brothels if their girls won't put out, how mind-blowing sex feels. Stoke her anxiety and curiosity about sex.
If my plan worked, Yvonah would summon Melt to a secluded spot. But the spot the slaves suggested—a trap. I'd hide there, gather evidence, and done. Wordy explanation, but short version? 'Gaslighting.'
The plan was in motion. All that was left was waiting.
I told them to approach cautiously on day one. Chat normally, but slip in subtle lewd hints. Keep the heat low: holding hands, maybe a kiss.
Day two: still baiting the hook, but crank the heat a notch. Evening report time.
*Slurp—!* *Slurp—!*
Eberrit was sucking my dick deliciously while reporting. Anyone else could've done it, but she insisted. She loved gulping cum during reports—super eager.
"Yeah?"
Amid Eberrit's report was some good news worth celebrating: Yvonah had shown a spark of interest. They hadn't even progressed to kissing yet, but she'd asked what a kiss felt like.
'So damn innocent.' They could kiss in secret easy enough... Who was purer, Yvonah or Melt?
"Feels good, so here's a bonus. Where do you want it?"
Eberrit loved sex, but more than pussy, she craved swallowing straight from the source.
*Schlurp—!* *Smack!* *Pop!* *Slurp—!*
"Paha—! In my pussy, please!"
She'd drunk plenty from her mouth already, now begging for it in her cunt.
"Good girl. Strip."
My words barely out, Eberrit flung off her clothes.
'Her tits are a wonder every time.' Eberrit's rack—biggest I'd ever seen.
She climbed onto the bed, spread wide in an M-leg pose, pussy fully exposed.
"As a reward, please fill Eberrit's slutty pussy with your cum."
She begged, spreading her sopping slit.
Day three: Yvonah's questions ramped up. What does it feel like getting your tits groped? Are men's bodies really that hard? All sorts, per the report.
She was hooked too fast—trap? Nah.
"Probably pent-up frustration,"
Eberrit and the other nobles figured it wasn't a trap. As princess, Yvonah had zero contact with men. The imperial family likely blocked all sex talk too. Explains the quick curiosity spike.
"That offhand comment on day one landed perfectly."
On day two: 'If your girl won't put out, guys hit the brothels.' Stuck in her head. Yvonah's possessive as hell. Imagining her boyfriend Melt in some whore's arms must've horrified her.
"Good. Time to raise the heat two levels."
"Understood."
Progressing faster than expected. From day four, I'd hide at the lure spot. After classes ended, I slipped in quick. No sooner hidden than Yvonah and Melt arrived.
I whipped out my phone, filming.
"Whoa... An academy spot like this?"
Most wouldn't know this place. Only someone with time like me finds it. Perfect trap.
"Yvonah? Why such a secluded spot?"
Melt voicing doubts. Yvonah approached him. For short Melt, she bent at the waist slightly.
*Smack—!*
Their lips met. My phone captured it all.
'From afar, looks like girls kissing.' Melt's petite, androgynous build could fool you.
"I, uh, wanted to try it once."
Yvonah blushing uncharacteristically. Melt hugged her.
"Thanks."
Grateful for her effort. Don't get suckered by the cuteness. These bitches and bastards are revenge targets. Arrogant shits.
I'd prepped the plan for a year, giving them chances. Group projects—we teamed up multiple times. I approached sweet. Yvonah loathed me. Even faked a mistake to stab me.
'Trauma against commoners at 100%...' No dirt despite digging. Yvonah stayed bitchy over time. Melt was naturally condescending. Spoiled youngest. Saw everyone beneath him.
Melt wasn't bad at first... till the incident. When Yvonah "accidentally" attacked me.
I handled the monster, confronted her. Her reply?
"Got a problem? Settle it with swords."
Citing noble honor duels. I was pissed, drew mine. Yvonah reeked of kill intent, aiming to off me. Then magic from behind.
"How dare you disrespect the princess!"
Melt yelling, hurling a fireball. I spun, slashed it. As it burst, Melt prepped another.
"The duke's baby boy interrupting an honor duel? Quite the show."
I sneered. Melt halted. Silent. Yvonah dropped her killing aura, left. No apology. Swept under the rug.
That showed Melt lumped me with enemies. 'Both trash personalities.' Kind only to their clique.
Flashback over, their kiss ended. Started peckish, ended sloppy deep French.
Day five: Kiss start again. But bolder—Yvonah grabbed Melt's hand, guided to her tits. He hesitated, then followed her lead to not kill the vibe.
Filming every second.
"Crank the heat higher."
Evening report, I ordered them.
"Handjobs..., blowjobs. Those tits? Paizuri too."
Like you. I gazed down at Eberrit, dick buried in her cleavage, shaking hard.
*Schlup♡ Schlup♡ Schlup♡*
Her sweat, spit, my precum mixing into lewd squelches.
"Act natural, no slip-ups or..."
I shook my phone—full of their dirt—threatening. They bowed heads. Eberrit just grinned, jiggling her tits.
"Cumming."
*Spurt—!* *Spluuurt—!* *Gasp—!* *Pant pant—!*
Semen erupted. *Splatter—!* Soiling Eberrit's face and chest.
"Ahh..."
She scooped it before it dripped, slurped into her mouth.
Next day, I hid again. Sure enough, Melt and Yvonah showed.
*Slurp♡ Smack♡ "Haa♡"*
Long kiss. As it ended, Melt turned to leave. Yvonah stopped him, hand dropping low.
"Y-Yvonah!"
Melt startled as her hand brushed his dick.
"We can't!"
He knew their positions, tried stopping her.
"Don't worry. I learned ways to please a man without penetration."
Yvonah yanked down his pants. His cock hit the air.
'Tiny.' Matched his shota build—super small. But virgin Yvonah wouldn't know better.
"I'll make you feel good."
*Stroke—!* *Stroke—!*
She gripped his hardening micro-dick, pumping. Melt smiled, pleased.
"Really? Awesome."
Yvonah beamed at his reaction to her touch. My lips curled at the smoothly unfolding plan.
Three people smiling together. But only one laughing to the end.
Me. I couldn't wait for what came next.