Homecoming Degradation
I'd returned home. The room was dark. All the curtains were drawn. Only my ragged breathing echoed heavily in the silence.
I turned on the mana communication terminal. On the glowing screen, there was a message from Rozalia. A massive video file had arrived.
My hands trembled. My lower abdomen was rock-hard. My lips were parched. Gasping for breath, I pressed the play button with shaking fingers.
The screen lit up.
The background was a luxury motel suite. Red velvet carpet, ornate chandelier. An antique silk bed. The secret room where those two had moved after she'd been bent over in that filthy bathroom just moments ago.
In the center of that lavish room stood Rozalia.
"……Fuck."
A gasp escaped my lips. She was naked. Completely, utterly bare—not a stitch on her. Her hands were clasped behind her head.
She stood with her knees bent, legs splayed wide apart. A vulgar, slutty sumo stance. The cheap sow pose the prince had taught her in the bathroom.
Not a shred of the dignity any woman should preserve.
Nothing was hidden. Below her dizzyingly narrow waist, her luscious hips flared out. Between her widely spread legs, her hairless, plump pussy—thick labia and pale pink inner folds—lay exposed, defenseless to the camera.
If even a single second of this video leaked out, House Bloomhart would disown her on the spot. A humiliating sight that would end her life as she knew it.
My eyes drifted to her face.
"Ugh! Starting off way too... fucking hot…!"
Rozalia forced a smile. Her flushed face was fitted with a nose hook.
[Hnnngh… ngh…♡]
A leather strap bit into the back of her head, the hooks yanking her nostrils upward cruelly. Below her golden eyes, her nose was fully hooked up. That arrogant, beautiful genius's cute face had twisted in an instant into the ridiculous mug of a pig-nosed sow.
A tool designed to shatter human dignity to the core. No woman could look cute like that.
"Are you ready to receive the imperial seed, you sow?"
[Nngh, nyeeet…♡ Oink oink…! Ready, Your Highness…!♡]
Nasal snorts mixed into her mangled pronunciation from the hooked nostrils. Still in her sumo stance with hands clasped behind her head, Rozalia began shaking her tits right there on the spot.
"Shake them. Beg for my cock."
The bitch's dance to please her master. With every up-and-down shake of her body, her massive tits—bigger than her head—jiggled mercilessly. Stiff pink nipples sliced through the air. Her gaping pussy clenched and unclenched, clear nectar dripping down her thighs.
*Jiggle! Slosh!*
[Haaang!♡ Oink, oink oink…!♡ Cock, cock…!♡]
Forcing her lips into a grin, she cried out.
[J-Just Your Highness's cock-craving… lowly sowww…!♡ Unlike Karn or those commoner scum, those filthy peasants… I won't even glance at them… arrogant bitch that I ammm…!♡]
[Haaang!♡ Cock haa… Please, please with Your Highness's royal cock… fuck my filthy pussy rawww…!♡]
Tears of shame welled in her eyes, yet her mouth spewed classist bile insulting me. A pig shaking her udders while begging the prince's cock.
I unbuckled my pants. Yanked down my underwear. My breathing grew ragged. My gut swelled like it might burst. A volcanic lust mixed with misery and taboo thrill surged to my brain.
"Hoo… haa…."
My tiny, sensitive pinky-dick. I gripped the pathetic little thing between thumb, index, and middle finger, jerking it frantically up and down.
*Schlick. Pat pat pat.*
Up and down furiously. Precum slathered everywhere, making sticky squelches between my fingers. I couldn't stop. It was insanely hot. The sight of the girl I loved most, nose-hooked and trash-talking me while shaking her tits, obliterated every shred of reason in my head.
"Dance more. The knight faculty boys would love seeing you like this."
[Aaaang!♡ Yesss…!♡ Let 'em all see! I'm Your Highness's cocksleeve… sowww… oink oink!♡ Oink oink…!♡]
Rozalia's eyes started rolling back. Extreme shame, physical exhaustion. And that creepy relief of submitting to the prince. His gaslighting had paralyzed her mind completely.
[Aaaang!♡ Heh, hot…!♡ Ohoho, ohooo…!♡]
She shook her tits like a maniac. And in that moment, her gaze locked straight onto me through the screen.
Two fingers from her clasped hands behind her head subtly uncurled, forming a tiny V-sign above her head.
VV.
A secret taunt aimed at me, probably.
'……Even with the nosehook, she looks cute.'
But that playful leisure didn't last. A green blinking light in the corner of the screen—the recording crystal. Her eyes caught it.
Realizing Descart was filming, her eyes rolled back fully.
[Ah…… aaaah!?]
Her ridiculous pig face, her shamefully spread pussy hole. Every humiliating moment of her praising the prince and shaking her tits— all captured forever. That brutal shame finally ignited her masochism.
Her knees buckled in her sumo stance. Her grinning golden eyes flew wide open.
[C-Crazyyy…! F-Fuck, fuck me crazy…! Hic, hiiik!♡]
[M-My titty-pussy♥… shaking like this…!? Heuk, ahik♥!?]
Her gaping pussy hole spasmed wildly. The ultimate humiliation pushed her clit to the brink.
*Squirt! Splaaash……!!*
Nectar gushed from her slit like a fountain, soaking the luxury carpet. Nose-hooked pig nose and all, she pursed her lips into an O-shape.
[O, oho, uooooohooo…!! ♥]
The most vulgar, cheapest expression. Lips in a perfect O. Golden eyes fully rolled up.
*Pssshhh! Spiiiish!*
Once more from her flushed pussy— a massive tide of clear juice erupted like a geyser.
[Aheeeee…♡ Oink oink…! Heugrk…!!♡]
Forced orgasm beyond shame's limit. Drool poured down her chin.
Her unfocused eyes went slack as she collapsed in a heap. Twitching legs flailed in the air.
[Hngh… ngh, hwaaaang…….]
She burst into sobs on the floor. The misery of her shame preserved on the crystal, mingled with afterglow.
Then, Descart's huge hand entered the frame. He gently unstrapped the leather from her face, removing the nosehook tenderly. His thumb caressed her swollen nose bridge.
"You're truly beautiful, Rozalia."
No trace of earlier cruelty—just endlessly sweet, affectionate tones.
"Was it shameful? Only I could love you even in such an ugly state."
[Ah… aaa…….]
That damn gaslighting again. A tiny warmth after extreme humiliation. Her pale cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. The shame in her eyes melted into blind affection and submission.
She nuzzled her cheek against his thigh from her prone position.
[Your Highness…… s-so embarrassinggg… hng….]
A slurred, pleading whine.
[Please… you have to be the only one to see this…? No one elseee…… nyet?]
"Of course. All your firsts and secrets are mine alone."
He smiled tenderly, kissing her forehead. She shuddered in ecstasy.
Rozalia was done for.
Descart's gaslighting had sunk in completely.
Her ripe-red expression said it all. He'd harvest her, claiming every sweet inch of her flesh.
In that motel room, she'd obeyed him all night, eagerly doing every depraved thing he commanded, forgetting all shame.
"Kuh, ugh……!"
I rubbed my pinky-dick like a madman with two fingers. It hurt. Friction pain over pleasure. But no way to vent this brain-melting taboo rush.
[Rozalia… aaah, Rozaliiiia……!]
A faint, unpleasant spasm rose from my core.
*Spurt… splat!*
Just two weak twitches. A few pathetic drops of thin semen dribbled weakly down my fingers. Too scant to even hit the floor.
I stared blankly at my limp, sticky little guy. She'd be bloated with the prince's thick cum. This was all I had.
The video didn't end there.
The screen shook as the camera angle shifted. The crystal moved to a desk. Descart lounged sideways on the silk-sheeted bed's edge.
"Come here."
Arrogant, imperious gesture. From the screen's bottom, her crawling, kneeling face brimmed with rapture. She burrowed between his legs.
The sobbing sow who'd pissed herself in shame was gone. Her eyes fixed solely on his crotch— the massive, throbbing royal cock.
[Heee…♡ Your Highness… cock so biiiig…♡]
She lifted both hands, gathering her heavy udders that threatened to spill over her slim waist. She wedged his monstrous royal prick deep into the luscious, doughy cleavage.
"……."
I swallowed hard.
[Schlurp. Squish. Squish.]
Squeezing her tits tight, she bobbed her head up and down, rubbing her udders along it.
Veiny shaft ground relentlessly between soft white flesh. Each time the glans peeked over her cleavage, her thick pink nipples brushed his thigh with a jiggle.
[Aaaang!♡ Your Highness, my tits… squishy enough…?♡]
"Yes. Soft and pleasant… a fine cushion."
[Ehehehe…♡ Your Highness's cock fits my tits perfectlyyy…!♡]
On-screen, she looked so lovable, smiling coyly as she asked.
"………!!"
That. I'd never done that. Not in my past life, not here. Her tits were always for groping, never for sliding my dick between and getting serviced.
I'd saved it. A vague dream for someday. That precious first experience, now casually claimed by that bastard with a smug look.
[Smooch…! Kiss!♡]
On-screen Rozalia leaned down. Her pink lips pecked lovingly at the exposed glans tip—sweet butterfly kisses.
Another indirect kiss from Rozalia, renewed.
Like handling the world's greatest treasure, brimming with affection.
[So tasty…♡ Love Your Highness's scent…♡]
"Lift them higher. Reach the base."
[Nyee…!♡ Chuup, sluuuurp…!♡]
She opened wide. Tits clamping the shaft, she engulfed the glans deep in her mouth, sucking. Tit pressure and thick tongue work—a loving dual blowjob.
[Sluuuurp…! Chuup! Slurp…!♡ Mmmph!♡]
Gulping saliva. Sticky friction. Her upturned eyes brimmed with love for the prince. Total devotion, bitch in heat.
"……."
I glanced at my pants.
Pinky-sized blood clot. Barely gripped by thumb and index—my pathetic, worthless nub.
Back to the screen. Rozalia's huge tits engulfed his thick pillar with room to spare. Even that horse cock sank deep, glans barely peeking.
'…Come to think of it.'
My mind cooled even as my gut burned madly.
'She can't give me a paizuri…'
With this pinky-dick? Between those massive tits? It wouldn't even touch. Buried instantly, glans never surfacing.
Tit-squeeze with glans kisses? No exposure for lips. Deepthroat to her throat? My short stub ends before her plump lips.
Physical impossibility. An uncrossable wall.
If I'd kept my old size. Without the system's bullshit balance patch, I could've had it too.
But now, that ultimate pleasure—tits and mouth servicing together—was forever denied me.
Descart's alone. That alpha male's exclusive privilege.
"Sh, shit……."
Crushing inferiority crushed my brain. Misery. Shame. Overwhelming defeat from him casually claiming what I'd never touch—igniting my lust insanely.
"Haa… haa, hngh…!"
Two fingers ravaged my pitiful nub. Skin chafing raw. But I couldn't stop. Her beaming face, smooching his cock happily, burned my nerves to ash.
[Sluuuurp…! Slrrrp…♡ Haa, Your Highness… feel good with my tits and lips…?♡]
Her parroted aegyo question. He casually stroked her hair.
"Yes. Passing grade for empress candidate."
[Aaaang!♡ Reallyyy?! Heee…♡ Thank youuu…!♡ M-More, I'll lick even harder…!♡]
One compliment, and she wagged like a propeller-tailed mutt. She ground her tits greedier, rubbing her face on his cock.
Envy. Maddening envy. I wanted her adoration too. My dick between those luscious tits, her warm lips. But I'm obsolete nub-man now. Impossible till bad end.
"C-Cumming…!"
Visual overload, gut-punching inferiority. Crude finger-stroking hit critical. No reason left to hold back.
Core barely tightening.
*Spurt. Dribble.*
Weak, hollow, pathetic release. Premature, ending too soon. Thin, urine-like precum-semen trickled feebly down my thigh.
I panted, dropping my hand limp. Sticky fingers. Pitiful puddle between my legs. This was my limit. A loser cumming emptily while brooding over his girl sucking another man's monster.
My eyes stayed glued to the screen.
[Smooch…! Sluuuurp…!♡ Ehehehe…♡]
Slathering his cockhead in spit, her face beamed like the world's happiest woman.
Over that radiant smile echoed her cafe words from earlier today, looking down at my crotch in contempt.
『Seeing that pitiful nub in Karn's pants right now… even my soaked pussy would go ice-cold, all affection gone.』
She was right. Seeing this tiny, worthless thing—even if she loved me—would kill any bitch-in-heat instinct stone dead.
I grabbed a tissue from the floor, scrubbing the thin tears from my thigh. No excuses. Utter defeat in ejaculation.