Chapter 27
Translator - Zofu
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Atlantis I, the late Emperor. Fitting his considerable history with women, besides his eldest son and Crown Prince Atline I who would inherit the throne, he had over a hundred sons and daughters. In other words, even if they weren't the eldest son, there were plenty of sons who coveted the throne, but in this country, the principle of primogeniture was absolute, and no one dared oppose his appointment as Crown Prince.
'Atline' was originally a name bestowed only upon those who became Crown Prince of this nation. The eldest son, who had no mental illness and possessed outstanding ability, having easily obtained that glorious name after gaining his father's favor—was it comedy or tragedy that he was a bomb-like existence sharpening his sword behind his father's back, dreaming of a communist revolution?
Atline I, a man who from some point was dyed in red ideology, didn't hesitate to make radical statements even in public places, and earned the nickname 'Red Crown Prince.' Unfortunately, the man's ambitious dream could not be realized because on the eve of his attempted communist revolution, foreign enemies stormed the border.
The Atlantis Empire devoted all its strength against the foreign invasion. Even the eldest son, who had been dreaming of revolution behind the scenes by organizing 'Left-wing Combat Labor Unions' and such, joined forces in this war. However, the Atlantians were defeated in battle, and lost the war. At the final moment, those who had invaded the Empire forced a humiliating armistice and made this country a puppet state.
"Someday... I will return... Definitely...! I will make them pay for the blood of our workers and people who died...!"
In the end, in the Great War against the Lucid Empire that spanned over seven years, even the Empire's capital planet Earth burned up, and the late Emperor chose to commit suicide rather than live in disgrace... The eldest son, who had dreamed of communist revolution, gritting his teeth tightly, barely escaped from Earth and retreated to the Atland region on the opposite side of our galaxy, now dreamed of homeland restoration.
Bilnave Atlas Persephone, originally the Minister of Finance, who was recognized as Prime Minister by the Lucid people in return for stealing the royal seal and unilaterally signing the armistice while the late Emperor was absent, installed Crown Prince Atline I as a puppet to manipulate, under the name 'Atlantis II.'
Though they had held the coronation ceremony without the concerned party, when belated intelligence arrived that Atline I had already fled to the Atland region and had been dreaming of homeland restoration, Bilnave, unable to undo what had been done, announced: 'Regrettably, His Majesty Atlantis II passed away three days after the coronation ceremony. Therefore, we have no choice but to elevate his legitimate heir, His Highness Atline II, as the third Emperor.' Thus he presented the eldest son of the 'Red Crown Prince' as a puppet.
In this chaos, Atline I had no chance to extract his children, including Princess Atlantia, from Earth. The princess—infinitely fragile, though judging by how roughly she's fucking Kaldir in that room right now, she doesn't seem fragile at all—had ended up trapped in the midst of the wicked Lucid people.
"C-Carnelian... I'm... scawed... T-Today too... in bed... l-let's... sweep together..."
"It's alright, Princess. As long as you're with me, no one can harm you. There's no need to be scared."
When she was young, Princess Atlantia was a pure and timid girl, far from SM play, and the only one who stayed by her side—the maid Carnelian—was the only being she could trust and rely on. The Princess spent more time with that red-haired maid robot than with the parents who gave birth to her.
The Princess spent her infancy drinking artificial breast milk extracted from the maid robot's own milk generator and eating baby food warmed by her, and even as she grew older, she kept others at a distance, conversing only with Carnelian, and only smiling brightly in front of her.
I always fall asleep in the same room, same bed as the Princess. I teach her words and letters. Even play and discipline are my exclusive domain. Until the Princess grows up to a certain age, I even bathe her directly, and after she reaches an age where she insists she could do it alone, I still don't hesitate to serve her in bathing.
In Carnelian's mind, that should have remained an unchanging fact for eternity. If only Kaldir hadn't interfered in the Princess's life, Carnelian's thoughts would have been mostly correct, but everyone can't help but overestimate 'the road not taken.' It might be useless to lament it now.
But she couldn't completely forget this and put aside her regret. Before long, the Princess reached puberty and opened her eyes to 'sex' like others, and Carnelian should have anticipated that she might try to secretly attend strange gatherings out of half rebelliousness, half curiosity. She should have... but it was already spilled milk.
During a brief escapade, the Princess participated in a secret lesbian gathering, where she met that strange blonde bitch, threw off the mask of a virtuous lady, and ended up revealing her inner deep, dark nature. If Carnelian had known the Princess was having such perverse thoughts, she could have... prevented... everything that happened...!
"Ha, huh... Princess... Princess... please... save me... *sob, sob*"
Repeating self-loathing and masturbation endlessly, Carnelian somehow reached the wide-open door of the Princess's room, but ultimately collapsed at the shocking sight before her eyes. Even as Carnelian lay stretched on the floor, reaching her arm toward the Princess and trying to speak, her words just swirled in her mouth and disappeared.
No matter what she said, her words didn't reach the Princess's ears. The Princess, having surrendered her body to 100-proof Atlantian liquor, simply placed the fully submissive Kaldir at the window, gripped her slender waist, and roughly pounded away.
Ah... Only now does she see the Atlantian liquor bottles scattered on the floor. Did the Princess drink this much alcohol since early hours? In fact, not much of it had gone down her throat; most of it was being poured as artificial semen into the bio-linked dildo the Princess was wearing, providing Kaldir the pleasure of being ejaculated in by methanol semen, but Carnelian had no way of knowing that.
"Ahh... aah... Now... it's getting bright... People are coming out to the plaza... If this continues... the sight of us fucking... at the window... will be discovered... by the people...♥"
Kaldir's ample breasts were pressed and crushed against the window, and inevitably, the leaking milk soon clouded the window white. At the same time, Carnelian's vision also became hazy from the tears she shed herself. The Princess's figure became increasingly unclear.
"Th-that's... that's definitely the palace where the Princess resides, isn't it?!"
"Everyone, step back from the window! It seems a demon has possessed the Princess's body, so it's dangerous to approach rashly!"
The sound of people murmuring from the plaza direction could be heard. Th-they've discovered that disgraceful state, so hurry over and stop her... everyone... I can't... I can't do this alone... I... can't anymore... somehow, the voices shouting outside are loud, but it seems no one is properly coming to help.
How resentful. She barely made it here, came all this way as the Princess's closest maid to stop her, even if belatedly... and yet she herself could do nothing. Even in this situation, aroused, twirling the nipple that had been so useful when breastfeeding the Princess, only to masturbate—she was so hateful to herself.
Carnelian's nipple, which once touched the Princess's milk teeth and small lips, stood erect no matter how much she rubbed it with her fingers, tormenting her even more. But it wasn't the nipple's fault. It was only natural to be in heat with Kaldir, the source of temptation pheromones, nearby.
Having masturbated without rest, she had no strength left to take off her cumbersome clothes, so even while wearing her tight maid uniform, she slipped her hand inside well enough and stimulated her own artificial skin.
"Haaah... heee... my womb... violated by methanol semen... so... hot... I might become infertile... before I can get pregnant with a baby...♥"
Meanwhile, Kaldir felt something hot bursting deep inside her vagina again, and to not miss a single drop, she squeezed the root of the bio-linked dildo tightly with her pussy and received it all. The Princess's bio-linked dildo responded in kind, and even after ejaculation, as if it had eaten a handful of Viagra, it remained erect and thrust into Kaldir's insides again.
Crawling desperately, Carnelian came before the window room, now heated up by their passion, and could only let out a pitiful sigh as she watched it as live footage. I... even when I imagine having sex with the Princess... I never imagine... such rough sex...
Though Carnelian probably couldn't imagine it, perhaps this intense sex, worth counting on ten fingers even if you searched the entire universe, had already continued for two hours. It was ejaculation of who knows how many tens of times. But she never came outside. In the meantime, Kaldir, now accustomed to this female degenerate sex, only allowed cumming inside herself, and the bio-linked dildo the Princess wore was squeezed to its limit.
Aaaah... I... just came again... watching the Princess thrust the bio-linked dildo into that unknown blonde bitch's pussy... fingering my own pussy... I squirted out love juices again... *sob*... feels good...♥
The shock of the Princess she had loved in secret being stolen by another woman—could this be called 'NTR'? Anyway, Carnelian was now aroused not only by the temptation pheromones but by the very situation of the Princess she had nurtured for so long being stolen by another, and was simultaneously attacking her own pussy and anus with her fingers.
"No... don't... the Princess... is mine..."
Carnelian, who seemed like she would lie there masturbating forever, miraculously stood on two feet at some point, and walked toward the window holding a combat knife in both hands that she had somehow acquired without knowing when.
She had to kill that blonde bitch. No need to think further. Only then can this nightmare end. If left alive like this, she can never return to the life she had before.
"Oh my, even though she looks like that, that person is my master. It would be troublesome if you brought such a blade to her."
Carnelian definitely swung the combat knife at that blonde bitch. She would have swung it. She believed that until she was hit on the back of the head and fainted.