Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Episode 11
The slave seal seared into her back with a red-hot iron proclaimed this dark female slave as an imperial tool for handling sexual urges—the absolute lowest rung among flesh toilets. Few people wouldn't know its meaning, and the moment anyone spotted it carved into her body, they'd eagerly shower her with scornful looks.
Beyond the slave seal in the shape of a triskelion etched inside a round circle, there were plenty of other markers proving she belonged to someone. That iron ring piercing right through the tip of her perky nipple! What ordinary woman went around with nipple piercings like that? Even among lowly female slaves, hardly any sported them.
And what about the heart tattoo on her tongue or the uterus tattoo on her lower belly? What practical use did they have besides arousing the lust of anyone who saw them? Every time she opened her mouth to speak, she lived in terror of exposing the pattern on her tongue. Every moment, she couldn't relax the tension, fearing her barely concealed uterus tattoo under her dress shirt might gleam and give her away.
Then there was the eye tattoo plastered flat on her ass cheek, watching over the whole scene like some silent sentinel. It made it impossible to tell if this woman had come to secure cooperation from one of the biggest players in the resistance movement—or if she was here to seduce a man who might as well be her father-in-law for a quick fuck.
Despite all those glaring red flags, listening to Kaldir made the former seem true. After the touching reunion with his daughter, Secretary-General Atlain had immediately reverted to his role as acting secretary-general, listening to Kaldir's words with a serious expression—not as her father.
Since Kaldir had brought his daughter here safe and sound, any wariness toward this unfamiliar face had long since melted away. Nothing built rapport between strangers quite like saving a family member.
"Though Her Highness has already introduced me, allow me to do so formally once more. My name is Kaldir Astra. Secretary-General..." (Here, Kaldir hesitated for a moment. Was it the communist title? How cute...) "...sir. I've come to see you in the humble hope that I might contribute, however slightly, to the anti-Lucidity resistance."
Even burdened with multiple fatal vulnerabilities that could end her in an instant if exposed, Kaldir guided the conversation with a remarkably steady voice. If you play it this cool, it just makes me curious how long you can hold out... and sparks my competitive streak. The princess, who had yielded a step to give Kaldir her chance to speak, upped the intensity of the rotor attached to Kaldir's pussy via remote control.
Hyaah...! The sound died in Kaldir's throat, barely audible—but had she failed to stifle it, it would've reached the secretary-general's ears loud and clear. Master, that's too mean!
Fortunately, the secretary-general seemed oblivious to anything odd about Kaldir. If he'd already grasped that she and his daughter had mingled their pussies hundreds of times, planned to have kids and get married, he wouldn't be sitting there quietly listening like this.
"I come to you with this resolve for one simple reason. Beyond the People's Government you lead, countless factions infest the resistance—but aren't you the crown prince who can claim the empire's legitimacy while the emperor remains in a vegetative state?"
"Crown prince? A title I discarded long ago."
Kaldir's words could be read as: I want to do something for the country, but it'd be better to acknowledge the legitimate government's authority and serve under it than go it alone. Grasping this, the secretary-general let out a hearty laugh.
Being born the tyrant's eldest son and named crown prince was pure luck, nothing more—I sure as hell hadn't earned it. And after overthrowing that tyrant—my father—to establish proletarian dictatorship on this land, claiming imperial legitimacy felt like a stretch. Even if I could, I had no intention of wielding it.
"So, Kaldir—what can you offer for the homeland? It's commendable for a girl even a year younger than my daughter to harbor such feelings, but it's a perilous path. Are you prepared to give everything? That's what I'm asking."
With medical tech extending noble hags' lives over a century, they plundered workers' rightful shares, kidnapped innocent civilians to enslave them, then killed them out of boredom after tiring of their holes. In that context, a 15-year-old girl declaring her willingness to serve the country was anything but normal.
The secretary-general's praise for Kaldir was sincere, but it also made him sigh inwardly: Have we fallen so far that we must borrow the strength of this seemingly fragile girl?
Have the rulers of this nation changed not one bit since the day I resolved to spark a communist revolution? When even a mere girl pledges herself to the homeland, yet those in power sell out country and people to line their pockets...
"Of course, I'm prepared. And for the homeland, I have much to offer. Even setting aside my superhuman abilities, I know things that will prove immensely helpful in realizing your vision, Secretary-General. I'm certain of it."
The princess had heard nothing of this in advance either, so she had no answer when the secretary-general glanced her way questioningly. They'd have to hear it straight from Kaldir's mouth.
"Before I reveal my hand... would you write a letter for your youngest son? It'd be best to bring him here before I explain the rest."
"Ah, yes—of course. I'll write it right now."
Caught up in the emotional reunion with his daughter and now this conversation with Kaldir, he'd overlooked one crucial fact. No matter how urgent, the proper order was to first rescue his youngest son, still trapped amid the Lucids even now. I was too hasty.
"I've been so busy playing with Kaldir... no, preparing to escape the palace that I forgot about your little brother. Go on, then."
The princess permitted Kaldir to go alone, handing her the secretary-general's hastily scrawled letter. Truth be told, she'd grown so smitten with Kaldir—soon to be family through marriage—that she'd completely forgotten her blood kin. At least she'd remembered now.
With that eye tattoo on Kaldir's plump ass, her location was trackable anywhere. No need to worry about mishaps. If someone tried to claim her body through trickery... I'll just pop up and deal with them myself.
"Ahhh... the rotor's vibrations are too intense... I can't hold back the juices soaking my pants... If they gush out like amniotic fluid bursting... nooo..."
Pretending to teleport back to Earth, Kaldir ducked into an alley on the nearest planet. She fumbled to unzip and yank down her suit pants before they could soak through with her juices—but the rotor's vibrations struck her clit dead-on, her legs buckled, and she collapsed.
Her half-removed pants became a flood of hot nectar, turning into a soaked mess. For a masochistic bitch like Kaldir, attaching a rotor to her pussy and telling her to hold back the squirting was like demanding a woman in labor stifle her water breaking. And inevitably... this happened.
Heeeugh...! The serious-faced Kaldir who'd been speaking to the secretary-general was gone. Her eyes, once locked on his, now rolled upward; drool cascaded from her mouth-pussy, love juices from her front pussy, without end.
No panties from the start was one thing, but she couldn't put her pants back on like this. Even in her hasty strip, they'd soaked right up past her knees, drenched beyond saving.
"Nooo... I can't... cumming on the way to meet little brother-in-law with father-in-law's letter... ♥"
Wasting no more time there, Kaldir peeled off the taped rotor, thrust her ass back, shoved fingers into her sloppy hole, and launched into a pathetic masturbation show.
"Found. You. Kaldir. You're a rat in a trap now."
Bzzz... zing... They'd guessed Kaldir's group might visit the secretary-general, but Aurora's crew had no clue where he was. So they'd tasked Aurora with hacking planetary CCTVs to track her—and struck gold. The woman caught on that alley security cam? Definitely the Kaldir they sought.
"Woo! We found the traitor at last! Time for bloody revenge—we're coming for you!"
As Solt howled in agreement with Shuga's victory cry, Aurora—whose computational power they'd borrowed for this triviality—zoned out in self-loathing. We found the master bitch, but is this really where my supercomputer-level performance gets used? Who knows.
"What're you doing, Aurora? We found Kaldir—warp already!"
Shuga snapped her out of it and they warped to the planet—but only traces of frantic masturbation remained. A step too late again. This slut must've cum her brains out in the meantime.
"Arrrgh! Kaldir! Next time, you're mine! I'll fuck you senseless!"
By the time Shuga screamed like a maniac, Kaldir had already returned to Earth's palace—still wearing her juice-soaked pants, with no way to get fresh ones.