Rosalía's Depraved V-Sign
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"Hic... Sniff, waaahhh...!"
Rosalía's shame had long surpassed its limits. Tears welled up in her once jewel-like golden eyes. The droplets formed in an instant, falling like glass beads, soaking her flushed crimson cheeks.
Descartes' follower. The silver-haired Lucas. He let out a deep sigh.
"Sigh. Your Highness, please stop teasing these brainless flower-field ladies already."
He pressed his fingers to his forehead like it was a headache.
"The cleanup is such a pain. Of all people, the pampered jewel of that crazy doting dad, the Border Count—and she's on borrowed time as his daughter? If it were just some commoner student, I'd slap some money on her and be done with it."
A brainless flower-field lady who fell head over heels for the prince and got completely gaslit.
His blue eyes turned to the naked lady sobbing on the floor.
"That's why... I tried to stop her from the start."
He shook his head slowly. From the situation, he'd foreseen this exact ending when he first blocked Rosalía.
But despite his repeated blocks, the reckless Rosalía charged ahead like an idiot for our netorase bet. And this was the result.
Lucas looked down at her with cold, jaded eyes. A blatant sneer that screamed self-inflicted.
"So even the knight academy's prized genius swordswoman is just another common bitch on His Highness' bed, huh. Haa..."
Lucas kept sighing. One of the empire's rare future Sword Saint candidates. The noble daughter of the Bloomhart family.
His brilliant mind seemed to spin rapidly, figuring out how to handle this walking scandal bomb.
Descartes placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hm. Worry not, Lucas. I'll handle it myself."
A voice laced with camaraderie. Lucas appeared to be one of the few high nobles the prince truly trusted.
The prince twisted his lips into a smirk.
"First things first. I need to fix this broken toy."
Descartes approached the crumpled Rosalía. He knelt on one knee. With his large, warm arms, he tenderly embraced her trembling naked body.
"I'm sorry... Rosalía."
The gaslighting began.
"You were so beautiful and lovable, I just couldn't help but show you off to my dear friends."
"Ugh... Hic, whaaat...?♡"
Rosalía's sobbing shoulders stiffened. Hot breath tickled her ear. A lover's whisper.
"Blushing from the shame? Even your crying face looks endlessly adorable to me..."
"Haa... Hic, haa...♡ Heeey... R-reallyyy...?♡"
An absurdly brazen excuse.
But the voice in her ear was as sweet as a fairy-tale prince. To a bitch whose reason had melted under gaslighting, it was sweeter than any drug. Rosalía's tear-streaked golden eyes trembled as she looked up at him.
"Yes. I wanted to clearly show my people your devoted heart, how you adore me so fervently."
"Ahhn...♡ Ah, hnn...♡"
She was melting. Under the prince's body heat and whispers, the sturdy walls of her shame crumbled like a sandcastle.
The face of the fool gradually being convinced. But a faint remnant of her pride deep inside tried to rebel, ever so weakly.
"Hic... B-but... Your Highness♡... E-even sooo, in front of peeeeople..."
A stuffy, whiny plea through her runny nose.
"And you knooow how my knight academy classmates always look at me. Hic, waaahhh..."
Her tearful whining. That's the reaction she always gives me. When I tease her or make unreasonable demands. That lovable fake resistance she puts up.
Her crumbled pride's embarrassment and masochistic self-destructive instincts unwittingly dragged out her true feelings.
Rosalía was genuinely acting spoiled to a stranger, exposing her most vulnerable bottom—not as play or acting.
Jealousy crept up from deep in my chest.
At the same time, the cock between my legs hardened stiffly, thrilled by the situation.
Miserable emotions once again ignited extreme lust.
Descartes let out a chuckle at her whining. He must have decided words alone wouldn't cut it this time.
"Hmmm... No helping it. Time for the doggy treat."
"...Hic?"
Doggy treat? What the hell? Was he really treating my Rosalía like a bitch in heat?
Swish. Descartes pulled down his pants and underwear in one go.
Out sprang a massive, dark-veined cock. A well-used rag-dick, dark-gummed from devouring women like a buffet. The prince's rod that had Rosalía dying even now as it fucked her.
Overwhelming presence. Veins bulging like they might burst. The alpha male's superior mega-cock. That monster thrust right in front of Rosalía's face.
Twitch.
"......!!"
Rosalía's cute nostrils quivered.
Cowper's fluid leaking from the tip. Her crying stopped dead. Tears halted like magic.
Like shoving candy into a whiny child's mouth. Or sudden hypnosis. Her gaze froze in midair, pupils fully locked on the cock shoved before her. Her rapeseed-flower eyes centered completely on it.
A dumb, dazed expression.
The musky, fishy male scent hit like night-bloom perfume. The alpha's thick pheromones assaulted her nose.
"Sniff... Sniff sniff...♡"
Her nostrils flared.
"Heh, beeef...♡"
Reflex. Her lips parted wide, red soft tongue lolling out. The aimless tongue licked the air, dancing wildly.
A craving to touch. Longing for the true master who'd conquered her tight pussy hundreds of times, planting his flag deep in her womb.
Her pretty face turned into a mess.
And a utterly pathetic, retarded face was complete. A real bitch monkey in heat. Her philtrum stretched long. Tongue out, drool dripping.
"Pffft...! Puhaha...!!"
The students in the studio burst into laughter at her face, lost in her horny world. Even the uptight silver-haired secretary Lucas, who'd been sighing moments ago, covered his mouth, chuckling.
All the sorrow and shame from before? Forgotten.
Even after hours of sex just earlier, her pussy was still hungry. The gaping labia majora flapped.
Just the night-flower scent recalled the sensation of filling her walls, stabbing her brain. Her pussy twitched on its own, imagining, hardening her clit.
Her pussy spasmed lewdly.
-Chiiiiiik...! Squirt!Chik!
"O-ohoh...!?♡ Th-that high-class cock smeeell again...!♡"
She hadn't even touched it.
Yet her pussy convulsed, squirting rose-scented nectar. The clear jet shot up, arcing down to splatter on the floor.
Even during that pathetic fountain show, her eyes stayed glued to Descartes' cock, unwavering.
I blankly looked down. At her slutty cunt still gaping idiotically. I examined that pussy, fully developed and conquered.
It was always a watery one, like a cactus soaked in juice. But now, just smelling Descartes' musky, funky dick-scent triggered conditioned reflexes—recalling the colony's torment and ruthless exploitation, pissing pussy juice like a meat toilet.
It was worn. Up close, her once straight, tightly closed labia minora were frayed. Pushed outward, they dangled wavy, wriggling. A rag-pussy slave dominated by another man.
Like my precious place—my lover's—was colonized, all taken by her imperial master.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, my vision flashed white.
-Squirt......! Dribble.
My worthless dick malfunctioned too, spurting semen on its own. A pathetic loser's ejaculation. Thin as watered piss, a feeble stream arced weakly to the floor.
Far thinner and scantier than the nectar fountain from broken Rosalía. Utter trash juice.
"Y-Your Highness..."
Rosalía's eyes shook. Desperately chasing the huge sleeping dragon before her. Her nostrils flared. Thick night-flower male scent. Fishy, sweaty musk.
She licked her dry lips with her tongue.
"N-noble... cooock..."
Breath ragged. She crawled on all fours. Knees squelching through her own pussy puddle, approaching. Like a dog, she prostrated at Descartes' feet, head bowed.
"S-suck, suck it... pleeease...?♡"
Her parrot tongue wet her lips. As if forgetting her classmates watched.
Descartes grinned sleazily. He didn't offer his tool right away. Instead, he grabbed one pink twin-tail, lifting her head slightly.
"You want to suck it?"
"Y-yes, yeees...!♡ Wanna suck so baaad... Please, pleeease...♡"
He tapped her lips with his mega-rod. Cowper-smeared glans brushed her nose.
"Haa... Sniff sniff, the smell's... driving me craaazy..."
"Yes. Just like the bitch who guzzles my cock-juice, smacking your lips."
"Heh, hehehe...♡ Yeees... Bitch, I'm a biiitch...♡"
"Then, from now on, will you introduce yourself to my dear friends in the most vulgar way possible—who you really are?"
Descartes' demand. Exposing her most shameful truth to all in humiliating play. Rosalía nodded frantically without hesitation.
"Y-yes...!♡ I'll dooo it...!♡ Introduce my retard worth, so giiimme... cock, Your Highness' cooock...!♡"
"Good. Permission granted."
The command barely fell before Rosalía's mouth gaped wide. She lunged at Descartes' cock like a beast.
"Schlurp...! Jubobob...! Chururup...!♡"
Her face twisted grotesquely. Trying to swallow the thick pillar whole, her lips stretched tearfully. Her octopus philtrum stretched cheese-like repeatedly.
"Guuuk...! Jub, schluuuurp...! Churp, chuuuup...!♡"
A retarded expression. Eyes unfocused and rolled back. Saliva and prince's cowper mixed, drooling from her lips. She dove into the fellatio. Breath ragged through her nose, lips clenched tight to not spill a drop.
"Hahaha!"
"The most fuckable yet. The knight academy top student rivals a whore at cocksucking, huh?"
The onlookers' mockery. Raw ridicule. Eyes from all sides poured onto her naked, cock-sucking form.
Then. A man stepped forward from the crowd. Oily slicked-back blond hair. The knight academy muscle pig. Brant.
I remember that fucker clearly.
The ball night I reunited with Rosalía. The marquis heir at the freshman welcome party. The one who tried to socially bury me as the thug who made her cry and steal her away.
That buttery face I wanted to punch whenever I got the chance. Rosalía must've thought the same.
The constant hunting creep hitting on her.
Brant opened his mouth, face mixed with contempt and superiority.
"Ha. Un-fucking-believable. Hey, Rosalía von Bloomhart."
His mocking voice hit the ears lost in fellatio.
"Remember what you did to me at the ball? I helped you ditch that country bumpkin noble, and you suddenly defended the loser, making me look like the idiot."
Brant's gaze swept her stretched philtrum and cock-sucking lips.
"Always acting high-nosed, aloof and mysterious like nothing interests you—such a lofty bitch. Turns out you're just a social-climbing slut obsessed with status?"
His pointed chin-like barbs. Rosalía twitched, prince's cock in her mouth.
"The genius swordswoman lady from a great house, reduced to a vulgar cock-sucking whore? Ha! Pretending purity with that used-up rag pussy?"
Brant spat on the floor.
"Fucking disgusting. Planning to make Bloomhart synonymous with whore?"
In that instant, Rosalía's shoulders jerked up while sucking Descartes' cock.
-Jubob... Churp.
"......"
Her motion halted for a split second. A normal lady would've fled in tears from the shame, or bitten her tongue in despair.
But her shame sparked in the wrong direction.
Because the trash daring to demean her was the one she loathed—the clueless creep slobbering unwanted advances.
The buttery sleaze she'd want to spit on and tell to check a mirror. And above all... the unforgivable obstacle delaying her tearful reunion with beloved Karn.
That smug butter-face looking down in contempt. He slicked back his greasy blond, sneering with narcissistic pose and fake swagger.
'Thinks he's landing a sick burn but looks like a total moron deluded he's cool.'
And the fact that such a pathetic, loathsome worm was mocking our filthy netorase play.
That ignited Rosalía's extreme masochism. A masochistic seizure.
"O-ohoh...!?♡ Guuuk...!!♡"
Her throat gulped hugely around the cock. The face that should crumple in shame flushed hotter, twisting in ecstasy. The deeper the insults stabbed her chest, the hotter her pussy burned.
-Chiiiiiik!Squirt!
Clear nectar jetted fiercely from her spread labia. The carpet under her knees soaked sloppily.
She was aroused by the shame. Hornier, more ridiculous, more vulgar. Philtrum stretched to extremes, snorting pig-breaths through her nose, she ramped up the fellatio.
"Schlurp schlurp! Chururup...! Ugh, jururup...!♡"
Her eyes crossed toward the pillar at her nose. Drool trailed down her chin to her cleavage. The louder the mockery, the rougher and sluttier her tongue work.
"Pero pero...! Lick lick...♡ Schlurp schlurp...! Chup♡"
And. Rosalía slowly raised one hand.
Mouth greedily slurping the black-man horse-cock. Face warped like a drugged princess lost in dreamland.
Two fingers extended stiffly into the air.
A V.
A V-sign toward the onlookers. No—toward me, who would watch later through the recording stone.
The ending too shameful to show before.
Her eyes curved round in her lowly form.
A graceful half-moon smile. The elegant, lovable grin a noble princess might flash at tea time.
The onlookers' hearts pounded.
But. Beneath that beautiful eye-smile.
Her mouth still slurped wetly on Descartes' cock.
Pink soft lips protruding forward.
"Churup... Schlurp...♡ Heung...♡"
Beauty and vulgarity coexisting in profane harmony.
"Haa... Haa, ugh...!"
I panted. My head spun. My beloved Rosalía, naked before men, sucking another man's cock—flashing a cute V-sign.
