Fingertip's Fatal Curiosity
My fingertip moved. I just couldn't hold back my curiosity. Just how humiliating had it been for her? Why had she desperately hidden the rest of it, even while showing me such shameful sights?
Consuming 1 Netoright to reveal Rosalía's recent secret.
One Netoright was consumed. It hurt a little, but I was dying to know what came next in that video.
Rosalía's hidden secret flooded into my mind.
A vivid illusion hit me just like before. As the secret unlocked, my vision rippled. My body had turned translucent before I knew it. I could observe from an outsider's gaze.
"...Where is this?"
Stark white lighting. A studio surrounded by white walls on all sides. Right in the center stood a high-quality camera mounted on a tripod. It looked like Descartes had rented out the whole place.
And the subject the camera lens was aimed at—Rosalía was there.
"Ah...."
A gasp escaped me unbidden.
She was smiling radiantly. The corners of her eyes curved gracefully like a crescent moon. Those emotionless lips, which rarely moved unless it was for me, were forcibly pulled up into a grin. As if this shoot itself was the greatest joy in the world, she beamed dazzlingly.
Stark naked, without a thread on her.
She stood with her legs spread wide in a perfect split. Knees bent into an O-shape, waist thrust forward. Her crotch protruded lewdly ahead.
Thanks to that vulgar, slutty spread-leg pose, her hairless smooth pussy and gaping pale-pink inner folds were obscenely displayed right before my eyes.
She exposed the most intimate part of a woman's body—her reproductive organ—with natural, brazen ease.
Her hands held a thin white banner stretched wide to cover below her navel. Only her obscenely spread pussy was left brazenly exposed beneath it.
Beside the text was a crude drawing of a grotesque abalone caricature mimicking a woman's vulva, slimy and gaping.
This was clearly a romance-fantasy world, yet here was malicious mockery of a lady. For a moment, I thought it'd turned into some trashy erotic game. My head throbbed.
Descartes was taking photos that could be my sweet, adorable Rosalía's weakness.
If even one of those leaked, she could never live a normal life.
The prince focused entirely on humiliating and degrading her. Forced into such a vulgar, shameful pose,
Yet she showed no sign of dislike. Like a flower basking in warm sunlight, she spread her body even wider.
-Click! Flash!
The camera's mechanical shutter sounded. White flash lit up her gaping crotch in stark detail.
At the same time, the love juices beading on her labia dripped to the floor, leaving a stain. Her slutty nude photo was sucked into the eternal recording crystal.
Her woman's life was ending in real time. And yet she smiled innocently. Was it that Descartes had gaslit her into perfect obedience, or was she suppressing her sanity for my sake? I couldn't tell.
"Haa... ugh."
The more ambiguous the line, the harder my little dick swelled, ready to burst.
The more sluttily she acted. The more she became a rag so embarrassing I couldn't even be seen with her.
My breath quickened, excitement peaking. The noble, radiant flower trampled by a lowly male's lust, staining dark and muddy. Her lewd pussy drooling sweet nectar, craving copulation. Driven mad by breeding instinct, forgetting trash like me, putting on cheap seduction for every man.
In short, she was sluttier.
I gripped my little thing hard with my free hand.
"Heh... good girl, Rosalía."
From behind the camera, Descartes grinned sleazily. A haughty voice like training a mutt.
"Act even sluttier to prove your loyalty. A bitch of the imperial house doesn't care about her pathetic pride for her master, right?"
"Ahn..!♡ Yes, for my beloved Your Highness's pleasure... I'll act even lewder and sluttieryy~!"
Rosalía cried out with an eye smile.
"Look~! Take a good long look, and treasure it forever♡ My raw pussy and titties♡"
She wiggled her hips.
"The Bloomhardt bitch guarding the borders... totally hooked on Your Highness's massive royal cock, dripping female juices like a dumb slutty mess~♡"
Drip. Plop. Transparent love juices beading at her spread labia fell to the studio floor, spreading in round stains like a map.
Her tongue licked her lips.
"With Rosalía's chaste, tightly shut modest pussy! I'll fend off the Rahkman Empire's threats with ease~! Kyahaha♡"
Crazy bitch. Idiotic lines and perverted antics.
A whore's show, tossing away her fragile pride to win favor from an alpha male.
I fixed my gaze between her legs.
Nonsense. "Tightly shut modest pussy"? It looked tattered and loose. The pink inner mucosa inside peeked out, pulsing like it was breathing. Sticky threads stretched with every movement.
Far from fending off threats, it'd eagerly swallow even a stray mutt's dick.
Of course, my short little prick would be the exception. She'd spit it out the moment it touched her lips, picky as ever.
It was already ravaged and conquered by Descartes's royal cock. Her deep, precious womb was an unprotected colony.
A living cock warmer, wrapping any intruding dick in sticky walls and heating it warmly. Or just a premium onahole with a bit of tightness.
Descartes sneered at her.
"Kuhahat! Yeah, that sloppy cunt will guard the empire real well."
He roared with laughter, mocking her. But the brain-melted idiot whore, gaslit into oblivion, wagged her tail mistaking even her master's scorn for love.
Rosalía happily swallowed his malicious grin.
Proof? Her womb fueled by shame erupted love juices from deep inside.
To gift deeper humiliation, she spread her pussy wide and grabbed her fat tits with both hands, shaking them wildly.
She made cute V-signs with her fingers, winked, and stuck out her tongue. All vital parts exposed under the bright lights.
"V~♡ Your Highness, pretty pussy?♡"
That was when it happened.
"That's enough."
Descartes snapped his fingers in the air.
"You lot, come in now."
Arrogant command. And no sooner had the words fallen than,
Clank, creak— The studio's double doors swung open.
"Hic..!"
Rosalía's shoulders jerked up high. She startled cutely, letting out a hiccup. All composure vanished from her face. Extreme panic flooded her eyes, as if she'd heard nothing beforehand.
Those entering from beyond the door. Descartes's followers from the political science department.
And high-ranking noble students from the knight department who took classes with Rosalía.
The very first thing they saw upon entering: Rosalía's raw pussy and heaving tits.
"Wha...?"
I could feel her mind going blank white. Shame from being alone with her master could be dismissed as secret training. But this was different. This was social suicide.
Forgotten pride as a noble lady and extreme embarrassment surged past the limit. Her pale skin flushed crimson, ready to burst.
Everyone could see. Her horrific, lewd state.
This slutty onahole body she'd saved only for me, Karn. To those gray shadows she saw as less than roadside pebbles, unworthy even of netorase play.
Ass, tits, erect nipples, smooth pussy, clit, urethra—all of it. Without reserve.
The real her wouldn't have felt shame showing her body to such bugs. But just seconds ago. Those vulgar words she'd spat out.
『Bitch hooked on Your Highness's massive cock』 『I'll guard the empire with my chaste pussy.』
If those bugs outside the door heard every one of those moronic lines she'd squeezed out to please him?
"Ahaha...."
Rosalía's lips quivered. She, turned into a bitch in heat worse than bugs.
Breakdown. Overwhelming shame kept her from lifting her head. The gray students, always blurry in her eyes, sharpened into focus. From bugs, to people. To males.
And she plummeted from transcendent beauty genius lady. To bitch in heat. Brain-melted pussy monkey.
Endlessly falling.
-Drip. Plop. Spurt! Splash!
Facing reality, her pussy convulsed wildly on its own. Extreme shame stimulated her masochism, the hole spewing love juices with obscene sounds.
"Hic, hikk...! Ah, aaa...! Uuugh...!"
No cock inside. Just dozens of gazes piercing her, and her broken pussy flooded. She couldn't stop the endless gush. Her feet turned into a sticky puddle in seconds.
"Sigh, Your Highness."
The student at the front of the pack clicked his tongue. Silver hair. The political science vice-chair, Lucas, who had first blocked Rosalía's confession to Descartes.
Lucas looked down at Rosalía pissing love juices on the floor with contemptuous eyes and spoke.
"Again? You've tricked another dumb bitch into being your toy this time too."
"Huh♡...?"
Rosalía shuddered. Not the first time. This mad prince had gaslit multiple noble ladies. She wasn't special. No cherished shameful training or love. Reality gutted her heart.
"Gasp... but Your Highness, this catch is top-tier."
Another political science student beside him greedily scanned her massive tits and hips.
"That lofty beauty with a body lewder than a street whore. As expected of you."
Appraisal. Livestock at market.
Then, what of the knight students she shared classes with? Rosalía's gaze shook toward them.
"......"
The knight students gaped in shock, brains frozen before the unimaginable vulgarity.
It was warranted. To them, Rosalía was an untouchable idol. That first class, dyeing the arena in roses with transcendent swordplay. Her cold aura forbidding approach. Next sword saint. Kirian's the Ice Rose sister.
That icy, emotionless sneer when they'd approached for a spar.
『...You? Spar...... Fine. Don't die.』
Arrogant genius treating classmates like roadside stones.
Her dry expressionless face, facial muscles unmoving. Cynical eyes, otherworldly impression—poignant, beautiful, profound.
Such a lofty, distant being. Now legs spread wide, cock-drunk on royal cum, jiggling tits in gaslit slave bliss.
"Th-that's......"
Knight student, hulking build, greasy blond slicked-back hair. Brant muttered in a daze.
"Lady Bloomhardt? Ice Rose's sister...... was such a slutty rag?"
That word and his sleazy face hammered a wedge into Rosalía's brain.
"Ah...... hnn, uwaaa...."
She dropped the banner with a clatter. Hands covering her flushed face, she collapsed on the spot, trembling over her own love juice puddle.
Intense shame. And the masochistic female instinct converting it inexorably to pleasure.
"Haa... haa......"
I exhaled ragged breaths. My crotch swelled to bursting. I was on the verge of cumming. My lover, socially ruined, stripped bare.
To that overwhelming downfall. My twisted masochism finally devoured even this scene as side dish.