The Princess's First Lesson in Submission
I didn't start any game. I just trudged past.
As I walked, the crowd parted to either side like the miracle of Moses. Stunned gazes followed me. But they couldn't stop me. An honor duel was exactly that—a duel where you staked your name. Even if you lost your life, you couldn't blame the opponent, nor should you.
Before leaving this place, I turned back one last time to look at Yvonah.
Our eyes met, and she quickly averted hers, turning her head away.
This is gonna be fun later.
It wouldn't be long until my promised time with Yvonah. I was going insane with anticipation.
***
As expected, I arrived first.
If she's even a minute late, I'll crank up the intensity.
I was already thinking of using tardiness as an excuse to ramp things up.
But then—
Slide—!
Yvonah appeared right on time.
"Too bad."
She frowned at my mutter.
"Were you planning to use it as an excuse for something if I was late?"
"Bingo! That's why it's a shame. If only you'd been a minute late."
Yvonah sat in the chair in front of me, her face twisted in utter disgust.
"What are you doing?"
She gave me a puzzled look.
"That's not your spot."
I pointed at the floor.
Her body trembled at the gesture.
"Hurry up."
With a sigh, she complied.
"Haa…."
She sat on the floor, legs demurely tucked to one side like a proper lady.
"What are you doing?"
I said the same thing again.
Realizing what I meant, Yvonah glared at me like she wanted to kill me.
Glare—!
"Hurry up."
Again, the same words. The same situation.
Yvonah shifted into the position I wanted—kneeling.
"How dare you treat the empire's princess like this."
I could hear her teeth grinding in rage.
"I'll make sure you pay for this crime."
Is she an idiot?
She knew her situation and still made empty threats.
"You do know your current situation, right?"
Why was I even stoking her anger?
"…."
She just glared in silence, no answer.
"Fine, you don't wanna talk? Got it."
I grabbed her collar.
"I'm feeling merciful, so here's your choice. Option one: strip nicely. Option two: I rip them off."
Obvious choices laid bare for her.
Her pride would pick two, but…
If she chooses two, she'll have to sneak back to her room naked.
Either way worked for me. One let me watch her pride shatter. Two let me see her dodge people butt-naked.
"I'm merciful, but impatient… Pick quick, or I'll do whatever I feel like."
Gritting her teeth, Yvonah slowly spoke.
"Option… one."
I released her and stared silently into her eyes.
She didn't move.
"Don't wanna? Then don't. I'm not forcing you…."
I pulled my phone from my Inventory and dangled it.
"Guess I'll head out."
I turned my back without hesitation.
Pretended to, anyway. Truth was, I was overflowing with lingering desire.
"W-wait!"
As expected, she stopped me.
"I-I'll do it. I'll strip!"
Face burning with humiliation, Yvonah peeled off her clothes layer by layer.
The princess's strip show. Not something you got to see every day.
I crossed my arms and eyed her up and down.
"Ngh!"
Feeling my gaze, she let out a stifled groan but didn't stop.
She thought I'd bolt if I wasn't pleased—and her compromising video would spread.
Ah, this is fucking hilarious.
I was enjoying this so much, I wondered if I'd always been this sadistic.
Top fully off. Well, not quite—bra still on.
Last scrap of pride?
Made sense for her position.
Leaving the upper lingerie, her hands went lower. Trembling but elegant fingers slowly slid off her skirt.
Bottoms followed suit—down to panties only.
"There. I'm stripped."
"…."
I looked down at her silently.
She looked up, eyes brimming with tears.
"Haa… You really think that's fully stripped?"
"….."
No response this time.
"Oh, got it! I'll strip completely."
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Before princess, she was a woman—and the shame was too much.
Crying from humiliation, yet choosing nudity for herself and Melt.
The tragic heroine vibe from Yvonah.
Anyone seeing this would think I'm the villain.
To reiterate, this was all her own doing. If she'd just acted normal, she'd be flirting with me in some dating sim route by now, not getting tuned up.
I admired her naked form. Perfectly sized breasts, sculpted waist. Fit for imperial stock—body maintained to perfection.
Golden hair down to her waist, teary eyes. Every part of her stoked my lust.
My dick hardened.
The bulge tenting my pants caught Yvonah's eye.
Her pupils shook at the sight of its massive size.
"Second time seeing a dick?"
I dropped my pants, bringing it right to her face.
She recoiled, head back.
I advanced to match.
To retreat further, she'd have to stand.
Watching me warily, unable to flee, she ended up…
"Ngh!"
…with her cheek poked by my dick.
Soft, squishy cheek.
The tip felt her skin.
I slid sideways, savoring her face with my shaft.
Finally, her lips.
The glans touched Yvonah's lips.
"Mmgh!"
She clamped her mouth shut, trying to dodge.
I pinched her nose, cutting off her air.
Nose blocked—only her mouth could breathe now.
She'll open eventually.
I just waited.
"Pha!"
Hot breath hit the tip as time passed.
Her mouth opened.
I thrust in through the gap.
"Glurk—!"
No mercy.
Straight to the hilt.
"Guhk! Cough cough!"
Deep in her throat, she dry-heaved, slapping my thighs.
"Just a taste today… that's enough!"
I pulled out.
"Haa… haa…"
Saliva dripping, she panted heavily.
"Can I go now?"
She scrambled for her clothes.
I stomped on them.
"What the hell."
Humiliated by the trampling, she spoke coldly.
"Thought I meant it was over? Let me correct that."
I sat back in the chair.
"'Over' was just for the blowjob. Plenty left to do."
I pointed at my upright dick.
"Come grab it. Oh, crawl."
"Tch!"
Tongue clicking but obedient, Yvonah crawled to me.
Hand reaching for my dick.
Something off in her eyes.
She gripped it.
Thud—!
I kicked her away with my foot.
She tumbled across the floor.
This bitch… tried to crush my dick.
Her grip had tightened maliciously.
I sensed it and reacted fast.
If I hadn't…
It would've snapped.
Chills ran down my spine.
"Hey."
I approached her sprawled form, dick swinging.
Shivering on the floor.
Trauma triggered, it seemed.
I kicked her again, making her face the sky.
Clack clack clack—!
Her teeth chattered on impact.
I kicked off my shoe and stepped on her breast.
Squishy softness.
"Kgh! Nghh!"
She was pissed.
At her body that couldn't even flee.
Got it now.
I'd found her trauma switch: violence from a commoner.
Whatever happened, getting hit by one flipped it on.
No normal commoner could strike an imperial princess.
That's why I can.
Setting aside the thrill of discovery…
"Time for some training today."
I stomped harder on her breast.
"Ngh!"
Pained groan.
Stepped a few more times, then slid down to her legs.
Breasts, stomach… and pussy.
"N-not there!"
Her face darkened.
"Can't move anyway, right?"
I smirked.
To her, it must've looked like a demon's grin.
I teased her pussy with my big toe.
Gently scraping made her shake her head wildly.
Begging me not to.
"Please… stop…."
So unlike her, pleading.
"Too late. This is all on you."
"S-sorry!"
She apologized.
"Told you, too late."
I shoved my big toe into her folds.
"Hngh!"
Lips bitten against the intruder.
Squelch squelch♡
Stimulation made her pussy leak.
Just a bodily reaction, but…
"Ngh… hngh…."
Shame at the wetness itself kept her sniffling.
I wiggled expertly, messing up her insides.
Squelch slurp♡
I was good at toes for a reason.
One client had that kink.
Thought it was useless then.
Who knew it'd come in handy?
Everything had its use.
Squelch squelch squelch♡
Relentless toe torment shifted her groans.
"Hngh! Ah!"
From pain to pleasure.
Right on cue, I withdrew my toe and squatted beside her.
Grabbed her wrist, made her grip my dick.
No thoughts of breaking it now.
"Let's play a game."
She turned to look.
I reached for her pussy.
"Jerk me off like you did for Melt."
Squelch♡
A quick stroke made a loud wet sound.
"I'll torment your pussy till I cum. So if you wanna end it quick…."
…jerk hard.