Devotion to the Dirtiest Hole
"Indeed. Your tastes are most refined, Lady Bloomhart."
Descart von Rugria smirked with vile amusement. He whipped around abruptly, thrusting his ass right in Rozalia's face.
"Now that tea time's over, it's time to clear the teacups."
An arrogant, utterly humiliating command.
"Lick my ass."
He was ordering her to suck his asshole. To clean the lowest, filthiest hole with her mouth. The most shameful act you could never demand of an elegant lady. Even a battle-hardened street whore would recoil.
But Rozalia didn't hesitate for a second. Her eyes lit up with eager delight.
"Y-yes, Your Highness. I'd love to serve you. Hehe..."
She crawled forward on all fours like a beast in heat. With every movement, her massive tits swung heavily beneath her, sagging low. Her rock-hard pink nipples dangled tantalizingly close to the grimy tile floor, brushing it oh-so-nearly. She buried her face behind Descartes' thighs.
Her hands gripped his firm ass cheeks, spreading them wide. The dark brown shithole stared back.
"Ugh..."
The moment she got close, Rozalia's delicate smile twisted—just the tiniest bit. Her nostrils flared. The sharp, acrid stink unique to a waste-ejecting organ, mingled with that heavy, musky funk. Pure instinctive revulsion flickered across her face.
"Ugh... St, stiiiinky... so fuuunky..."
She groaned without thinking, pulling her head back a fraction. Descartes snorted coldly.
"What's wrong? My hole smells way better than those filthy commoner lips ever could."
Gaslighting. Vile brainwashing to etch class superiority into her soul. Rozalia's shoulders twitched. Her golden eyes wavered.
Extreme class discrimination whispered while performing the basest act. Shame and taboo depravity utterly shattered her lingering sanity.
"Ah... Aaaah...! N-nooo, Your Highness...!♡"
Rozalia squeezed her eyes shut. A forced, yet obscenely lewd smile soon crept back across her lips.
"Th-this is... the noble fragrance of the imperial bloodline...♡ For me to clean such a glorious vessel...♡"
Horrifying self-delusion. Her red tongue lolled out long. She slammed her face straight into Descartes' shithole without a second thought.
"Slurrrp...! Chuuup...♡"
She lapped obsessively at the wrinkles, tongue delving into every crease. Sticky saliva sounds bounced off the bathroom walls, stabbing into my ears.
"Ah, aaah... Slurp, suurp...♡ Your, Your Highness's hole... so deliiiicious...♡"
She sharpened her tongue tip, probing deep into the tough inner mucosa. The filthy crevice of unclean flesh. Yet she devoured it greedily, sweetly—like the finest macaron. Each stab and lick made her snorts thicken as she fought the stench.
"Slurrrrp...! Chup, chooook...!♡ Haaang...♡ St, stiiiinky... so noble... my head's spinning...♡"
"That's right. Lick every corner. It's a noble hole lowly scum could never even dream of."
Descartes twisted his head to gaze down at her.
"Answer me. Does a bought-title fake noble like Karn—that untouchable pariah—have any right to stand by your side?"
Saliva stretched in a long string from Rozalia's gaping lips. Her head plunged back into his ass, slow and deliberate.
"Ah... N-nooo... Slurp! Suurp...!♡"
Her tongue ravaged his shithole even more ferociously now. Her eyes—reason long fled. Aristocratic supremacy and class hatred seeped black into her mind. Genuine contempt bled into the vulgar act.
"Yeees... Karn like... pathetic noble errand boy, commoner worm spawn...♡"
-Slurrrrp! Chooook! Peropero, peroo!
Rozalia jammed her nose in, rolling her tongue furiously.
"D-dirtier than even Your Highness's beautiful hole...♡ How dare those lowly scum... stand by me...♡"
"Hahaha! Excellent. Even your pussy agrees."
I peered past the hole. He was right. Every time she spat my name, cursed me as an untouchable pariah—her spread legs in that doggy sprawl quivered, her smooth pussy flooding in spasms.
-Drip. Plip. Splatter...
Clear nectar poured from her slit, pooling on the tiles. The more she eroded her self-worth, embraced herself as a noble man's toilet—the more she trampled and despised me—the wilder her body went into heat.
"Ahhat!♡ Your Hiiighness... your hole's so masteeeerful...♡ Let me lick it foreveeer...♡ You'd never let commoner scum even smell it...!♡"
She meant it. Even while tongue-fucking his ass in this depraved act, she carried herself like it was the height of nobility. Total submission to absolute imperial power, treating all beneath as worms—an extreme cocktail of superiority and masochism.
I shoved my hand down my pants, breathing ragged.
"Haa... Ngh."
My pinky-sized micro-dick. No matter how hard I gripped and stroked, the pleasure was pitifully lacking. Surface area too small—just skin pinching painfully.
But my head felt ready to explode.
This strong, beautiful woman—my girlfriend—was mocking my origins while rimming a stranger's stinking asshole. The haughty genius lady no noble could touch had devolved into a tail-wagging bitch with her face buried in the prince's ass.
My vision warped. Tears welled. A creepy heat surged from my gut. This horrific shame, utter defeat—it detonated my lust.
"Ngh, ah...... Rozalia!"
-Splurt. Spurt!
From my pathetic little prick's tip, watery semen spurted feebly. Urine-diluted white glop splattered limply onto the cold toilet lid.
I slumped to the floor. Filthy bathroom tiles. Beyond the wall, Rozalia's sloppy slurps and Descartes' mockery droned on.
"Slurrrrp...! Slobber...!♡ Aaang, Your Hiiighness... my mouth-pussy's your personal wipe for that hole...♡"
I watched her shameful surrender, her vulgar fall. Stared blankly at the thin, pathetic cum staining the toilet lid.
"Slurrrrp... Chook, smack♥."
The wet sounds stopped. Rozalia's lips peeled from his anus. A glistening silver thread of spit trailed from her tongue, snapping onto the filthy tiles.
"That's enough. You're done."
Rozalia lifted her head. Her pale pink hair, damp with sweat and fluids, clung messily to her face. Her lips were a wreck of his ass juices and her saliva.
Descartes' demeanor flipped. The sneering trainer who'd just made her clean his shithole vanished. In his place bloomed the gentle prince every academy lady dreamed of—the romance novel hero.
He knelt on the dirty tiles, eye-level with her. His large, pale hand cupped her cheek tenderly. His thumb gently wiped the cum from her lips.
"You're so adorable, Rozalia."
A soft voice. After the abuse and scorn, this sickly sweet shift sent chills down my spine.
"The haughty genius lady from the highest peaks, turning into a devoted bitch who licks even my asshole. Where else could I find an empress as lovable and cute as you?"
Gaslighting. The trainer's finishing touch. Rozalia's golden eyes widened. The shame-twisted orbs melted helplessly.
"Ah... Your Hiiighness...♡"
She nuzzled into his broad palm like a puppy. Craving her master's touch, beaming with obedient charm.
The expression she'd always saved for me.
"Reeeally...? You'll make me your empress...?♡"
"Of course. I'll keep that pretty pussy by my side forever."
"Hee...♡ Your Hiiighness... I love youuu...♡"
Rozalia threw her arms around his neck. On the filthy tiles, the naked woman and half-dressed man embraced tightly. The bathroom reeked of bitter fluids and cum.
But to them, beyond the hole, they were romance fantasy protagonists. Their own world. A sealed realm that utterly excluded me.
A hollow ache gnawed at my chest.
Worse than the sex. Worse than watching her suck his ass. This cutesy affection, melting into another man and whispering love—it hurt far more. Too real to dismiss as acting. Her cheeks flushed too deep, her smile too sweet.
My gut cooled. Yet my shrunken dicklette twitched in my pants.
Depression boner. Amid crushing melancholy and loss, my sex-addled, diseased brain wrung out forced pleasure.
I slipped my hand back in. Pinched my pinky-prick between thumb and forefinger. I'd jerked off endlessly all weekend to screens.
Just minutes ago, I'd pathetically blown onto the toilet lid. The thin skin was swollen, sore.
Pathetic production and stamina. Couldn't even get fully hard—just limp, floppy, watery worm.
I stroked the miserable thing up and down. No pleasure. Just pinching pain with each rub.
Beyond the hole, sloppy tongue-kissing sounds echoed.
"Suurp... Slurrrp, haaang...♡ Your Hiiighness... kiss me harder...♡"
"Haa, what succulent lips."
Watching Rozalia lost in his handsome face hurt like hell. For a moment, she'd forgotten me entirely, nestling into a hot guy's arms.
"Ugh, ngh..."
A faint, nauseating spasm rippled from my core.
-Dribble.
Not even worth calling an ejaculation. Like a leaky faucet. A watery strand oozed feebly down my narrow urethra.
I knew it was acting. But it felt laced with a spoonful of truth.
The clear fluid trickled down my thigh, plip-plip, onto the dirty toilet lid. Less cum, more tears. My defeated little prick weeping like a faucet.
I stared at my limp, motionless nub and the pooling watery mess below.
"......"
I pulled out my hand. Zipped up. Buckled my belt. The metallic clink echoed loudly in the stall. But they were too lost swapping spit and groping to notice.
I quietly turned the latch.
Creeeak.
The door swung open. Leaving them to that filthy, sweet bathroom, I fled.