Semen High Tea and the Emperor's Insemination
My pathetic little squirt had ended, but the video was far from over.
Descartes sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her cheek. That was the reward for the titjob she'd just given him, milking out his cock snot with those massive tits.
The screen shook. A fancy motel table came into view.
[Now, it's time for an elegant tea party, my lady.]
Descartes's voice. At those words, Rozalia's shoulders jerked up sharply.
[Ah...]
Her brow furrowed faintly. The academy bathroom. The memory hit her like a truck—the stench of pissy tiles as she buried her nose in a man's asshole wrinkles, licking away. That extreme humiliation wrapped around her brain. Instinctual revulsion. For a split second, reason flickered back, and her golden eyes wavered.
[Ah... that gross stuff again...?]
She mumbled without thinking, shrinking back. Pure instinctual rejection. Fear laced her voice.
But Descartes didn't get mad. No insults. He slowly knelt down on the floor, matching her eye level.
His huge, pale hand gently cupped her wet cheek.
*Mwah.*
His lips brushed her cheek and pulled away. An endlessly tender, romantic bird kiss.
[After seeing that humiliating dance of yours, I just couldn't hold back. It's a special treat I prepared just for you.]
A gentle whisper. The smile of a fairy-tale prince. That single kiss and warm gaze melted her stiff body like magic.
[Hehe...♡ A special... treat...♡?]
Gaslighting. The flimsy reason that had flickered back dissolved like cotton candy. Her pale cheeks flushed red again. The cheap warmth from the man who'd treated her like an animal evaporated every trace of resistance.
[Please, enjoy it, my lady.] [Ah... y-yes...♡ Your Highness...♡]
Descartes lifted a top-grade porcelain teacup from the nightstand. Elegant and antique, embossed with the imperial crest in gold trim. He held it right up to her face.
The camera angle shifted, exposing the contents of the cup in stark detail.
"Gah, you fucking disgusting bastard..."
I gasped, sucking in air.
No tea. Half the cup was filled with a cloudy, sticky, thick white sludge. Descartes's dense, gooey semen.
And floating on that white pool? A few curly, wiry golden pubes bobbing around.
[A treat prepared solely for you, straight from the imperial kitchens. Why not savor it with the perfect noble etiquette?]
A polite invitation. The combo of fine china and a man's filthiest excretion.
Rozalia started playing along with the bizarre roleplay.
Her cheeks burned bright red. She straightened up from the floor. Kneeling demurely with her thighs together. A naked woman, holding the cup daintily with both hands like she was at a high-society salon.
Her pinky extended gracefully as she gripped the cup.
[Oh my... hehe, what an honor, Your Highness.]
Holding a cup of semen with pubes floating in it, Rozalia smiled just like a noble lady in a countess's salon.
[You truly know my tastes, Your Highness. I'm in awe of your thoughtfulness. I'll enjoy it... oh so very much.]
She brought the cup lightly to her nose. Closed her eyes and savored the aroma.
[Haa...]
She inhaled deeply. The fishy, pungent stench of male musk. The kind that would make any normal girl gag. But Rozalia's lips curved into an ecstatic smile as she sniffed that revolting cum stink.
[Sniff sniff... mmm... so fishy, and so heavy. A dizzying fragrance that could addict the brain itself. Hehe.]
Semen sommelier. The skill of a whore who's appraised cum hundreds of times.
She purred in that soft, silky voice.
[Nothing like the watery, disgusting stench of commoners. Only the imperial bloodline could produce... this deep, sticky aroma. I'm already hooked. Hohoho.]
A dagger to my heart. Just minutes ago, my own watery squirt from that dingy room corner. She dismissed my thin juice as peasant slop while praising Descartes's pube-filled cock snot as premium grade.
Rozalia's red lips touched the rim of the cup.
The cup tilted. Thick male fluids poured into her mouth. A few of those curly pubes stuck to her pink lower lip with a wet smack.
[Gulp. Gulp, guuulp.]
Her slender throat bobbed rhythmically. Smooth as a pro whore who's chugged hundreds of loads—no hesitation. She even stuck out her tongue to scrape up the gooey clumps stuck to the bottom, determined not to waste a drop.
Rozalia set the cup on her knee. Daintily wiped the white sludge from her lips with the back of her hand.
[Haa... exquisite. Absolutely stunning flavor.]
Her eyes curved arrogantly.
[Truly the seed of the imperial line. It feels like Your Highness's noble essence is seeping deep inside me... I'm in absolute bliss.]
She drained the cup completely.
[Haa... superb. Just superb.]
Rozalia set the cup down. Curving her eyes sweetly, she flashed the most refined, elegant smile Descartes could want.
[Superb. You're drunk on the aroma, it seems.] [A treat like this? You're welcome anytime... guh?!]
Her words cut off abruptly.
Rozalia's shoulders, smug in her leisure, suddenly stiffened. Her elegant smile twisted. From deep in her gut, the prince's fishy fluids and gas surged back up mercilessly.
[Guh? Grk, ah... so, so powerful... it's all... coming... up...]
She clutched her throat with both hands.
The mask of the refined noble lady cracked wide open. Her golden eyes contracted wildly, pupils quaking.
She tried to hold it in, but it was too much. The vilest, most base sound ripped through her fingers, shattering the motel room.
[BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP-!!!]
A room-shaking, thunderous belch. Rozalia's golden eyes shrank to pinpricks. The gas forced her tongue out like a snake, lolling long from her mouth.
The transcendent beauty, genius swordswoman. The haughty lady mimicking high tea in a salon. Naked, she belched out a massive fart-cum bubble.
[Hehe... uhehe...]
The belch's recoil made her torso wobble. Her hand dropped from her mouth. Her tongue hung out long, pubes stuck to her chin. Cum drool trickled down.
"...Haa, fuck."
I panted, shoving my face close to the monitor.
It felt like Descartes's cum stink was wafting out of the screen.
[Kuhahahahaha!!]
Descartes on screen clutched his belly, roaring with laughter.
[What a fucking hilarious sight! You filthy, crazy bitch! Should've shown you that sloppy double-take in a mirror!]
Mockery. Malicious scorn and contempt. That ruthless jeer hit Rozalia's ears dead-on.
[Ah... hic, ah...!?]
Her idiot face—pupils shrunken, tongue out—flushed deep crimson in an instant. After belching the most vulgar burp and showing her ugliest side, her master mocked her. That vicious shame triggered her life-ending masochism like an epileptic fit.
[Aheee...♡ Y-Your, Your Highness, Descartes Your Hiiiighness...!♡]
Her thighs spasmed wildly in her spread-leg pose. Her swollen white pussy mound puffed up, clit throbbing like it might burst.
-Splurt! Squeeee...!
[Cumming... cumming agaaaain...!!♡]
Clear pussy juice squirted like a fountain. Her contracted pupils rolled back completely from overwhelming pleasure. Amid the belch's aftershocks, she sprayed spit, bucked her hips, and hit another forced orgasm.
I gripped my small, red-swollen microdick tight in my pants.
"Haa... haa... Rozalia. So fucking pretty and slutty, I love you so much..."
The background shook. Cut to the next scene.
Descartes roughly grabbed Rozalia's hair as she lay prone. He hoisted her body onto his hips.
[Ahk-!? Y-Your, Your Highness...!?]
Rozalia's feet dangled in the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs tight around his waist. Gripping her round, juicy ass with his big hands, Descartes started violently bouncing her up and down using gravity.
Her slim waist in midair bent mercilessly. Brutal pistoning. Each time his massive prince cock scraped her walls and slammed her cervix, her cute sealed labia flared wide. Above them, her fat ass and tits jiggled wildly.
[-Plap! Plap! Squiiiish-! Squelch!]
[Aaaahn!♡ Hic, hngoooooh...!♡ Too, too biiiig...!♡]
Her massive swinging tits finally found home, squishing mercilessly against his chest.
[Tell me. That merchant brat who bought his title with cash—what exactly is he to you?]
A jealous interrogation mid-thrust. Like he was conscious of me from the academy, prying about our relationship.
[Ahhat!♡ Ah, hngoooh...!♡]
Rozalia's golden eyes widened for a moment. Amid the rough pounding, a weird thrill flashed in her gaze.
'Jealousy...'
The original male lead. The psycho obsessed with the saintess. Fixating on a mere baron's classmate, clinging to her. Hot breath leaked from her flushed lips. Beyond her dazed eyes, she glimpsed that arrogant future—imperial marriage talks, ascending as empress.
Karn on his knees proposing. I'd win and claim it.
Just as she started sinking into that sweet delusion—
[Not answering?!]
Thwack-!
[Aheeeek-!?♡]
Descartes slammed in extra deep. The cervix-shattering impact whipped her head back.
Her fantasy shattered. A scream mixing orgasm and terror burst from her.
[Ah... ahn! Ah, friends... just f-friends...!♡ N-no, nothing more, I sweeeear...!♡] [That punk's eyes on you earlier were suspicious. That arrogant worm thinks he's your friend?]
He roughly gripped her jaw, twisting it.
[That Karn noble errand boy. You and him—really just friends?]
[L-Liar...!♡ Hoot, oooh...! That, that worm commoner...♡ J-just, really nothing...!♡]
Rozalia teared up, desperately pleading. Voice soaked in pleasure.
[I-If I confess... Your Highness...♡ You're the only one in this world for meee...!♡ All other guys... worms, trash...♡]
[Hah. You expect me to believe that?]
[I-It's trueee...!♡ See, I'm Your Highness's sow... I don't even glance at other men...!♡]
A gaslit woman's love confession. She denied our past, all our time together, in one breath.
I stared blankly at the screen as my name got trashed again. She was drunk on the thrill of winning our hopeless bet. Deluded that Descartes loved her.
Blinded by the vain hope of becoming empress, she demoted me to worthless worm-trash commoner.
Finally, satisfaction curved Descartes's lips. His brutal cock clenched her sticky pussy tight, accelerating the pistoning frenzy.
[Squelch! Squish! Squelch! Splattersquelch!]
[Then prove it, bitch. Stuff your womb full of my seed, and never even look at that lowly punk again.]
[Aaaahn...!♡ Yeees... yees...!♡ Your Highness, Descartes Your Hiiiighness...!♡]
[You're mine only. Eyes on me, Descartes von Rugria, future emperor of the Rugria Empire! Got it!!]
[Ah, oooh...!♡ Got it, Your Highness...!♡ Gonna go craaaazy... Your Highness's huge cock ripping my pussy...!!♡ Ooooh!!♡]
With Descartes's roar, his massive frame crushed her in a tight embrace. Like animals mating, buried deepest. His hips twitched finely.
[Here it comes...! Squeeze that pussy. Rozalia...!]
[Aaaahn!♡ Squeeeze♡, cum, cum inside! Your Highness, fill me up, knock me up with imperial baaaby...!!♡]
-Spluuuurt! Spluuuuurgle! Splurt!
[O, oooh♥, hot?!, uhooooooooh♥...!??!]
A bitch-in-heat wail burst from her gaping lips. Her eyes rolled up, drool spilling uncontrollably from pleasure.
The screen filled with graphic creampie. The prince's thick, hot white load relentlessly flooded her deepest, most precious womb. She shuddered, accepting every drop.
Her fat pale ass quivered in tiny spasms.
"......"
Click. The video cut there. Screen went black.
The room fell into heavy silence again. Only my ragged, heaving breaths echoed emptily.
I slumped to the floor. Legs spread, head hanging between my knees.
Miserable. Depressed. And yet.
'Haa... fuck.'
Way too hot. My heart shredded to ribbons, but this extreme netorare thrill paralyzed my reason completely. My precious Rozalia's spicy netorase gift for me. It had become my irreplaceable treasure.
With trembling hands, I carefully set the mana terminal on the table. Locked it in a permanent preservation folder with a password. Never to be deleted.
Hand back in my pants.
"Haa, hauk... exactly what I wanted..."
Thumb and index pinched my tiny precious again. Pinky-sized microdick. Shriveled after a day of using Rozalia as jerk-off bait.
I stroked up and down. But no sensation. No pleasure—just stinging pain creeping up my fingers. Felt my balls. Squeezed dry so much, they'd shrunk to wrinkled raisins, drained of fluid.
Just now on screen, Descartes beast-roaring those massive loads. Rozalia's ecstatic face as her belly bloated with it.
"Ah, aaa... cumming..."
My hips twitched. Forced my pelvic muscles to squeeze.
-Drip.
That was it. No orgasm rush. A single drop of clear, dried-up pre clung to my piss slit and fell. Not even enough to dirty my thigh. A pathetic, worthless loser's dribble.
My hand went slack.
I leaned back against the bedframe, head lolling. Ceiling blurred black.
Eyes closed. Even in the dark, her flushed cheeks flashed—shaking her tits, begging for the prince's cock.
So exciting. I couldn't wait. For the end of our first Vulgar Netoright.
Crushing fatigue hit. Me too. A total loser devoured by lust. Trained deeper into netorare masochism.
My breaths slowed. Front still open, shrunken balls dangling, I slipped helplessly into deep, bottomless sleep.