Chapter 3
Translator - Zofu
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While forcing Kaldir to lie down, the moment I first met her flickered past like a lantern in the dark. It hadn't even been a few hours, yet after I'd completely wrecked her pussy and creampied her, looking back on that moment felt like ancient history.
I wanted to fuck her. That was my first thought the moment I laid eyes on this lewd sow. I clearly thought then: A woman beautiful enough to captivate even another woman had descended into reality! For a moment I doubted my own eyes and rubbed them, but even after, that sow still stood there. Not a hallucination...!
Until I reached marriageable age, I lived lost in fairy tales of princes on white horses, and since there were no decent men around me, I figured I'd just never experienced love at first sight. But the moment I saw this sow, I realized I was wrong. I was a lesbian—a woman who loves women...! Only today did I finally realize my own sexual identity that even I hadn't known. It was only natural men wouldn't catch a lesbian's eye—I'd been oblivious to myself all this time. But today, everything became clear.
In that flickering moment, I imagined everything I could do with that sow. First, I'd taste those moist lips, then shamelessly bare ourselves to each other and grind those unspeakable parts together sticky and wet.
What's the law that says women can't do it? Sure, such laws exist, but social taboos exist to be broken, and only when broken can you achieve true pleasure. Great pleasure demands great cost! I'll crush these social taboos that demonize homosexuality underfoot...!
I want to fuck her wildly every day, and someday have a baby too. I heard they'd successfully created embryos from eggs alone without sperm in animal experiments... and humans are primates too—why wouldn't it work for us? With today's technology, we could mix our genes, zap them with electricity to make embryos, and implant one in each of our wombs. Yes, I want so badly to plant my baby in that sow's belly instead of using an artificial womb. And if possible, I want to carry a baby mixed with her blood inside me too.
A daughter who looks like us would be incredibly beautiful, worth carrying in my belly. Already I pictured us holding two beautiful angels, smiling happily as a couple. With that sow by my side, I could endure pregnancy, childbirth, even postpartum recovery... After giving birth, fresh mother's milk would spurt from those luscious breasts of hers. Sorry for the babies, but I want to take a big bite of those breasts and suck on them too. It would be so sweet.
Where's the law that says grown adults can't drink breast milk? Of course, stealing food from babies is wrong, but wasting those delicious fat lumps only on them would be a shame. And I need to taste-test whether it's good enough for the baby—this is unavoidable, I tell you. It's the mindset of a mother, damn right. Of course.
From the moment I first encountered that sow to sketching out sex, breeding, pregnancy, childbirth, and marriage in my head—not even a second passed. Ah... why is marriage after pregnancy and childbirth? Isn't breaking the speed limit even hotter? Why think you must marry before having a baby? True pleasure can only be obtained by breaking free from conventional wisdom and social taboos. Men must marry women, children must come after marriage, sex must only be between married people... only by escaping these shackles can you reach true pleasure...!
The idiot hair sticking up from my crown twisted into a heart shape, as if pleased by her. Idiot hair turning heart-shaped meant I was having lewd thoughts or I'd fallen in love. Usually I only saw it happen when I was masturbating. And right then... it was both. I fell for that sow at first sight, got so turned on my nipples and clitoris stood at attention. Normally I'd hide for fear of being caught... but now I had no hesitation.
First, I checked my surroundings before approaching her. Hmm... where am I, you ask? This was a secret banquet hall on Earth—the capital planet of the Atlantis Empire and humanity's birthplace—where only women from noble houses gathered. The dress code was extremely erotic lingerie, no men allowed, women gathered secretly in clothes that reveal everything... this was a space where noble daughters gathered to enjoy socially forbidden homosexuality.
Bound by my status as a nation's princess, after endless boring days, I heard about this banquet and came out of curiosity for the first time, but others looked like they'd whispered love here many times before, enjoying themselves. The air here felt erotic and sticky wasn't just my imagination. But... today seemed different from what I'd heard before coming. Was it because of the subtle scent of flesh radiating from her body? I'd heard that even though they enjoyed homosexuality here, actual passionate sex was rare—just sharing lewd talk, toasting with wine glasses, deep kissing, light touching—that's all I'd heard it was.
Unlike what my friend told me, there was no light conversation or foreplay—everyone was lying on the banquet floor, clothes scattered beside them, biting and sucking each other, fucking wildly—it was absolute chaos. Watching women who'd already stripped off the barely-covering parts of their lingerie enjoying sex while letting out lewd moans was making me so fucking horny. Ah fuck... I want to fucking do it too... right now with her... This whole mess must be because of the erotic scent of flesh wafting from her body? No doubt. She seems oblivious, but she's definitely the culprit.
Finding such a specimen on my first time at the banquet—what luck. I didn't care about the others—today I was definitely fucking her. Without hesitation, I strode toward that marked sow. Then I nudged aside the fabric covering her ass in those white lingerie and grabbed one plump cheek that looked ready to burst. She flinched, surprised someone appeared from behind and grabbed her ass, but showed no sign of refusal. Good, this will be easy.
I admired her body up close. First, that golden blonde bob... the wave cut suited her perfectly. And those deep blue eyes like the Pacific Ocean that once existed on Earth, red lips glistening like she'd applied lipstick, large breasts and a firm, plump ass... Not a single flaw. That wide pelvis looks perfect for childbirth, and those large breasts could feed babies and me without shortage. I was right, as always. I've felt it many times—I may not know much, but I have an eye for people.
As I kneaded her soft, snow-white ass and felt that lewd sensation, I realized the time had come and whispered carefully in her ear the first words to grace our meeting. Though I was the youngest daughter of the "Red Crown Prince" Atline I (or Atlantis II), sister to Emperor Atlantis III, and had received all sorts of education, trying to talk with her (as if I wanted to talk—I wanted to tangle tongues and exchange saliva right now), only crude words came from my mouth.
"What's the name of our cute little sow? I haven't seen you before today..."
As I said, it was my first time at the secret banquet, but everyone else besides us were noble daughters I was friendly with. So their faces were all familiar... but I'd never seen you before. Well, seeing your face, the others probably got so turned on they ran off to corners to relieve themselves, so they wouldn't be suspicious, but no matter how I look at it, it was a face I'd never seen. But honestly, identity—what does it matter? Even if you were an assassin sent to kill me, I was turned on, so I don't care. Just asking.
"K-Kaldir... Astra..."
She answered in a trembling voice. Her soft, thin voice felt like it was carefully caressing my ear. Up close, her face seemed to radiate light, and her voice was as fantastical as a flute. As I silently listened to her answer, I moved my right hand gripping her ass and started kneading it even harder. Soft and white like flour dough. Truly an ass that became more delicious the more you touched it.
"Kaldir Astra? Hmm... not from a noble house?"
"Yes, I'm a commoner..."
I'd never heard of a noble house with the surname Astra. If we include non-nobles, I felt like I'd heard it before... Colonel Astra... was it? If she was related to that person... was she a commoner too? Coming to a space for noble daughters as a commoner—quite bold. I liked her even more.
"Hush. Noble, commoner, slave, human, alien—as long as you're delicious, that's all that matters. I don't give a damn about any of that."
I placed my index finger on Kaldir's thick lips and declared solemnly. The "Black Cat White Cat Theory"—that if it turned you on, you could fuck it, no matter what it is. These words came from the heart.
"I-Is that so... Princess?"
So cute... trying to confirm my feelings again? No need. Since meeting you, I hadn't told a single lie.
By the way, my father, befitting his title "Red Crown Prince," had publicly advocated since his youth that we must sweep away the corrupt privileged class—the aristocratic clans—confiscate their property, redistribute it to the people, and abolish the caste system to "resurrect" the republic. Dad's favorite sayings were... let's see... proletarian dictatorship, worker's revolution, world revolution theory, Atlantis People's Republic... things like that? Under such a father, I was raised believing royalty deserved no special treatment, and that royal or slave, all were equal. Hehehe... what does status matter anyway, as Dad said? Maybe Dad taught me that meaning "all life forms are equal regardless of birth status"... but from my current perspective, I could only interpret it as: "If someone turned you on, fuck them whether they're noble or slave."
"My name is 'Atlantia Atlenos Atlantis.' 'Atlantia' means... 'daughter of Atlantis.'"
"Then... you're a princess?"
"Yes, that's right. Just call me Atlantia."
"By the way, Kaldir Astra... your name's too long, so I'll just call you 'Maki.' That okay?"
"Y-Your Highness... call me whatever you wish..."
I could feel her voice trembling thinly as she answered, enjoying my kneading. She might not have realized it, but "Maki" means sow. In what language, you ask? I just made it up! Ah, that's a lie... it was actually from an incest manga I read on a foreign adult site. There, a younger brother hypnotized his sister, enjoyed dog play, and gave her the pet name "Maki."
"Heuung... Maki... my pussy feels strange... I'd like you to help me..."
Anyway... my words sounded like a polite request, but inside it was a command disguised as a request. Having resolved to fuck her before tonight ended, I never even considered the option of "her refusing my command."
Kaldir, suddenly given a new name, looked troubled, as if she didn't quite understand what I was saying... What's there to agonize about... surely you wouldn't refuse, right? Hmm? Would you disappoint me?
"Maki... yes, okay... if Your Highness wishes to call me that..."
Kaldir seemed to like the new name I'd given her... but where's the answer to my one-night stand proposal? Answer me quickly! I want to fuck wildly tonight, grinding our pussies together! You're honestly so turned on too, aren't you? You want to tear off your clothes and do it right now, don't you? Lying is useless. I can see you're completely aroused. Anyone who sees your nipples standing at attention like this would think, ah, she's turned on. Ah... screw it... maybe I should just grab her wrist and drag her to my bedroom.