Chapter 25
Translator - Zofu
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“Heh, heheh... The world's spinning round and round...! It's spinning, Maki! Can you feel it too? The geocentric theory was right, hic!"
Feeling like I'd walked into a lesbian bar wasn't just my imagination. Princess Atlantia didn't want the wine I'd so carefully poured to spill out from between my thighs... And no matter what Princess said, I had to thoroughly fulfill my role as a wine glass. If there was any difference between me and a regular wine glass, perhaps it was that I could 'mimic human speech'?
I'd already forgotten the fact that before being captured by Princess, I was properly a human being among humans. There wasn't much point in dwelling on such things—it wouldn't help me escape my fallen state as a hostess in a pleasure establishment.
When Princess, who had visited the lesbian bar called 'Maki,' personally poured white wine into my cleavage and enjoyed it, there was a subtle pleasure in watching that transparent liquid dissolve my breast milk and gradually turn opaque. But now, having red wine poured on my groin like this, I couldn't help but think that crimson color bore quite a resemblance to virgin blood.
Well... I'd lost my virginity last night, and washed away even the traces in the shower—so unless I went out of my way to use my regeneration to restore my hymen and have it pierced by Princess again—there was no way virgin blood would come from my pussy...
I could see my love juices mixing with the red wine and gradually becoming more transparent—the exact opposite of what happened with the white wine. This couldn't be helped. With Princess's tongue constantly indulging in the wine on my pussy... I couldn't help but produce arousal fluid. And the wine itself was incredibly moist... constantly making my labia majora and minora twitch and react.
"Keh, keh... co-... two bottles... could... make me... pass out... hic..."
The slurred words Princess tried to say after already clearing two bottles of wine were probably something like: 'You think two bottles of valley wine could make me pass out?! Not a chance!' But... for someone saying that... you'd been staggering for quite a while now...?
The silly hair on your crown kept swaying this way and that... and your wings and tail were flapping like crazy. At this rate, I worried you might break the window and fly off with those fragile wings.
Despite clearly struggling to walk, Princess didn't give up and went to the wine freezer, bringing back not one but three more bottles. From left to right: the most famous of sparkling wines, champagne; vodka that easily surpassed 40% alcohol... a-and the last item was 'Atlanty'...?
'Atlanty'—this stuff was far beyond the bounds of normal 'alcohol.' While it was categorized and sold as 'wine,' to be frank, it was just a bottle filled with 100% pure industrial methanol with a fancy brand sticker slapped on. The 40% vodka wasn't a light drink either, but it couldn't compare to ultra-pure methanol.
The ultimate creation of the drunkards from the Atlantis Empire—a macho nation drenched in alcohol and tobacco, and unfortunately my homeland... how had it ended up in Princess's hands...? Ugh... Princess immediately opened the Atlanty and poured it into my mouth. If this passed down my throat while my superhuman abilities were suppressed...
Forcing down methanol—a substance not meant for human consumption in the first place—made my throat and stomach burn as if they were on fire. Grrrgh...! Even downing a whole bottle of vodka wouldn't be like this. Unlike ordinary alcohol, the taste was bizarre beyond measure.
But perhaps Princess didn't want the drops of Atlanty to just slide down my throat either, because she forced the bottle into my hands, grabbed my swollen cheeks, and pressed her lips against mine. Then she slipped her tongue in and gulped, gulped... swallowing the Atlanty that had pooled in my mouth.
As the drops of industrial methanol—which would cause blindness at best, death at worst, for a normal person—flowed down the throat of Princess, who had already downed wine with dinner plus two additional bottles... Princess went completely mad, shook the champagne bottle to the point of explosion, popped the cork, and fired the champagne foam at me.
"Hehehehe! Foam c-cum shot! Get p-pregnant with your whole body! (Foam cum shot! Get pregnant with your whole body!)"
Having already sworn to carry Princess's baby in my womb... I don't know why you're in such a hurry to call champagne 'foam cum, jizz' and shoot it at me... Aah... Those droplets bursting from the champagne bottle... they look exactly like Princess's dildo exploding inside my anal.
Thinking that made me feel sorry for the spilled champagne on the floor, so I started licking it up. Am I finally going mad from chugging stuff like Atlanty? No! I felt like I was really going to die at this rate, so I'd partially awakened my identity as a superhuman. In other words, I was licking spilled champagne off the floor with a clear head.
Now that I say it, that's not something to brag about. Let's pretend you didn't hear that. It's just... if I don't lick it up, Princess will punish me. I'm just getting it over with beforehand so I don't get punished.
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Grrr... Bark bark bark bark!"
Princess, who had ordered me to bark like a bitch, took the lead by squatting down like a bitch and barking at me... That sight was rather cute. Had she finally lost even human language? Then she opened the remaining vodka bottle and sprinkled it all over her body.
T-that's not water, Princess... If you shower with... vodka... you might burn that fair skin. You don't seem like someone who's done rough work... I didn't even have time to warn you.
Having finished her impromptu vodka shower, Princess somehow still remembered how to walk on two feet and open doors with her hands, because she walked up to the firmly locked door, flung it wide open, and barked at the maids outside. Naturally, all the maids ran away at the sight.
"Hey! I told you so! I said we shouldn't come!"
"No, you crazy bitch! When Princess comes running at us as a succubus, a sadist, a lesbian... spouting that nonsense, how could we possibly nod along!"
After driving all the maids away, Princess whipped her head toward me, strode over, grabbed my ass, shoved the half-remaining Atlanty bottle into my pussy and asshole, and poured its contents inside.
Aaagh... Even alcohol would make skin burn... but industrial methanol... And before I could even soothe the pain, I was thrown to the floor and violated by Princess again. I lost count of how many times I was raped after that.
When I came to, I was on a familiar floor. I guess we'd stayed inside. Around us, shattered Atlanty bottles were strewn about by the dozens, and attached to the groin of Princess, who was still drunk and unconscious beside me, was the dildo she'd used to fuck me with last night.
"Waking up before Princess... this isn't... a dream either. It's already noon."
Huh? I woke at 7 and ate breakfast, so despite chugging Atlanty from dawn, I'm alive and awake early? Ah, as expected... this is why a superhuman's body is great. The wounds from Princess's abuse had unconsciously healed cleanly as if they'd never been, and my mind is perfectly clear.
What... happened? I tried to read the memories of objects scattered around the room... but stopped before even a minute passed. Because the memories of myself crying like a bitch while being fucked by Princess's dildo in every position—missionary, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, sideways, piledriver—flooded into my head.
No matter how much I enjoy it, to think I cried my lungs out with the door open... By now, rumors about me have probably circulated several times over to everyone in the palace. Thinking about people cursing me after hearing about what happened makes my face flush with shame while my pussy gets wet. No, don't get wet like this...
After briefly reading the objects' memories, I concluded that Princess had exhausted all the artificial semen, filled the empty dildo with Atlanty instead, and equally violated my front pussy, back pussy, and mouth pussy, shooting methanol cum all over my body.
And... the maids came in to stop her after hearing the rumors, got hit by Princess, and passed out... they're still lying on the floor. That red bob cut over there is probably Carnelian. Everyone... but sleeping there will twist your mouth...
But two are missing, aren't there? My memory reading can't be wrong, but I can't see the buxom black-haired maid and the white-haired loli maid that briefly but clearly caught my eye. Surely... they're not the ones I know? If the ones I know came looking for me and ran away in a panic... that's utterly mortifying.
The last thing I read before stopping was the scene where Princess, after downing Atlanty and going wild, finally passed out after reaching her 100th methanol cum ejaculation in just a few hours. She's... still breathing, and her succubus transformation hasn't released, so that's a relief.
For a Princess who'd decided to develop some patience and stay with Kaldir Astra for a long time after nearly dying twice while using Kaldir Astra's body, this was truly behavior that showed no learning ability whatsoever.
Even if it was her own fault, leaving her collapsed like this wasn't right, so Kaldir Astra thought long and hard for a solution. Finally, after coming up with the best plan, a syringe that hadn't been there before appeared in Kaldir Astra's right hand.
When I closed my eyes and scanned for anything nearby that could work as a rapid alcohol decomposer, sure enough—what mansion would have such a thing... I 'borrowed' one. Now I just need to administer this to Princess and everything will be okay. Th-then I'd be a nurse myself... would that mean nurse play with Princess? Kaldir Astra's face flushed red again at the random thought.