Studio Debut: Flower Pussy's Humiliating Self-Introduction

The Studio was a place for shooting photos or videos—where someone might get a proof photo for a magic tower interview, or a bride-to-be could try on her wedding dress early for commemorative shots. But Descartes had rented out the entire space to snap a ton of lewd photos of her, using them to debut her as the official slut of the Imperial Academy.

The room was thick with the stench of obscene ecstasy. It came from the guys who'd finally lost it to Rosalía's voracious, vulgar blowjob just moments ago. Knights department, politics department—it didn't matter. These academy brats from prestigious families had unzipped their pants and were clutching their hard cocks, splattering semen all over the marble floor. A pack of males getting off on her pathetic sight, puffing up their fragile egos.

Soon, Descartes gave a subtle nod. Under the central spotlight where all the camera lenses focused.

Rosalía staggered out completely naked, not a thread on her. Any normal lady would bite her tongue in shame, but Rosalía was a bitch monkey in heat, manipulated by Descartes' expert gaslighting earlier. Her reasoning had crumbled. Her naked body had already been shown off to her admiring classmates. Could there even be a lower bottom?

In front of her sat the academy cadets, lined up neatly. Their eyes were glued only to the plump nipples she was desperately trying to cover with her hands... and the sticky wetness clinging to her pussy slit.

"Now, let's begin. Tell them about yourself."

Descartes' languid urging. Rosalía hesitated, then forced the corners of her mouth up, cheeks flushing. She flung her hands wide from covering her areolas and pussy, spreading her legs wide. With her labia majora and pussy mound fully exposed, her heavy tits swayed freely as she shot them a wink.

"Y-yes~☆ N-nice to meet yooou…!"

Her pink twin-tails swayed rhythmically. She shook her big, pale milk jugs side to side.

"I'm Rosalía, the youngest daughter of the Bloomhart family... w-who has the Empire Academy's Ice Rose as her big brooo…! P-pleased to meet yooou♡"

With a face red like a fully ripened radish from shame, she desperately rolled her tongue. Her vulgar gestures were straight out of a sleazy bar. She looked like a hostess from a karaoke joint. She pressed on with her awkward, perverted self-introduction.

"F-first year at the academy. This inadequate body of mine... is a genius lady of the knights department, called the Sword Saint Candidate… And, ummm… I m-masturbate every day by jamming my fingers in deep…"

"Before bed, I rub my pussy imagining His Highness's handsome face... and that gorgeous prince cock of yours♡"

She started stroking the folds of her dripping pussy with one hand. Not even shoving fingers into her inner walls—just circling the outer labia and clit, rubbing lightly.

"L-like thiiiis…♡ Ahh… Hnngh, Your Highness…♡ It tickles, touch me moooore♡"

Clear love juices soon drooled out in thick globs, dripping to the floor. Her eyes glazed over, swimming in fantasy. The shame of dozens of eyes on her mixed with her slutty gangbang delusions, creating a powerful synergy.

"Ohhh♡ Hah, fuu…♡ My pussy♡... is a broken idiot flower pussy full of weak spots♡"

-Squish♡ Splurt, squelch… Psssh!!

"Hngguuk..!♡ Oooh..! Ah, nyohoooh-!?♡ Heuu…♡ Y-yeah, just a bit of fantasy and pussy-rubbing... and I cum so eaaasily♡"

She read off the user manual for her slutty body. Mocking jeers and cheers erupted openly at the sight.

"Haa…♡ Sorry for pretending to be all noble and detached from life♡ Th-the truth is... latelyyy…♡"

She licked her soft lips with her tongue.

"I'm totally hooked on the handsome, hot Descartes Highness's huge cock♡ More than swordsmanship... I looove acting cute for you as a female... and doing the humiliating, pathetic whore shit that makes you haaappy♡"

"Enough. It's getting boring."

Descartes cut her off coldly. The mood sank like a bucket of ice water. Rosalía's fingers froze mid-motion.

"When it's just us, you act all cute and spoiled pretty well."

He leaned back in his chair with a disappointed sigh.

"A future empress can't even do a self-intro without being this stiff? Is this all you've got?"

His scolding kicked off the suffocating gaslighting.

"Is your love for me really just this much? The audience is bored. Don't you have anything more creative and vulgar?"

"…"

She glanced around. The audience was already jerking their cocks up and down. Far from bored—they were too busy fapping. Still, desperate to please, Rosalía's eyes welled up red. Her shame pushed to the limit, steam practically rising from her head.

"Uuugh… Y-Your Highness… Even so, in front of people it's too embarrassiiing… Uu…."

She twisted her thighs together, sniffling. That's when it happened. He tilted his head, cornering her further. Her shame at its peak, steam about to pour from her scalp.

A muscular guy pushed through the crowd and strode forward. The greasy blond slick-back who'd just taken Rosalía's direct cum burp to the face and tumbled—the butter-faced Brant.

"Your Highness! Please hear this lowly vassal's humble opinion!"

The knights department guy dropped to his knees at Descartes' feet from another department. After all his lingering bullshit about the ball earlier, now this groveling. Obvious payback, or a ploy to snag Rosalía by sucking up to the prince.

Rosalía glared at him sharply with half-lidded eyes. Descartes propped his chin, intrigued.

"Hm? And who might you be."

"Forgive my late introduction, Your Highness! I am Brant von Eisen, the sole heir to the Eisen marquisate!"

Eisen marquis. Head of the central intelligence bureau. The setting popped into my head, softening Descartes' expression pleasantly.

"Ah, the Eisen marquis's son. I'm quite close with the marquis. Though... I recall the Eisen family was still withholding support for the throne succession."

"I declare without hesitation!! The radiant sun to lead this empire's brilliant future is none other than the Third Prince, Your Highness Descartes!"

Brant spat his fervor, slamming his head toward the floor.

"Only Your Highness can lead those untouchable ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠scum and place the empire on solid ground! From today, our family offers everything to you!"

"Hoo. Quite eloquent."

"Thus, Your Highness! Allow this arrogant, stiff bitch to provide a brilliant and vulgar diversion under my planning!"

Brant bowed his head to the floor.

"I'll make sure to thoroughly entertain Your Highness's eyes!"

That cocky butter-roast bastard. Wait. No way.

A horrific premonition flashed through my mind. Not what I'm thinking, right? You haven't gotten bored of my Rosalía yet? You're not done sucking all the juice and tossing her, are you?

Against my desperate wish, a pleased, clear smile spread on Descartes' lips. He glanced between Brant and the naked Rosalía.

"Looks like it, Lucas. The cleanup issue you were worried about seems neatly resolved."

"……."

Descartes turned to his silver-haired follower standing behind him—Lucas. It burned my insides hearing talk of things already passed.

"Lucas. The academy's practical exam is coming up soon, right?"

Lucas knelt instantly.

"Yes. Not much time left, Your Highness. As you commanded, we've secretly arranged for you to be teamed with the special student, the saintess."

Practical Exam at the academy. A key event in the original story. Like a school trip where teams camp in mystical lands or mountains infused with mana. Normally, the dean should randomly assign mixed-department teams for exchange. But this psycho was rigging it just to get the saintess.

"Hmm... I see. Already that far along. Looks like I won't have time for my cute bitch anymore…."

My ominous premonition turned real.

"Heir of Eisen."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"You seem the perfect fit. As the second master of this bitch I cherish."

My breath caught.

"While I'm away pursuing my great cause, can you take over, train her well, and fulfill ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the tamer role admirably?"

Fuck…

Descartes was already feeling a bit bored with Rosalía. Perfect timing to focus on the saintess. He'd found a dish sponge for his plaything he'd toyed with enough. The opponent was the only son of the intelligence chief. Solidify political standing, dump the clingy slut—one stone, two birds. ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Just like Brant's snide remark earlier. They matched in status perfectly.

The mad prince's obsession with hierarchy.

If she ends up knocked up with Brant's kid or something. No, with Brant's personality, he'd play master and force an engagement behind the scenes. He's the marquis heir. Matches the Bloomharts in rank. That can't happen. She'd really be stolen for good. The prince was a system-arranged play target, but this fucker was different. Real danger. The System wasn't warning for nothing.

I had to complete this cute mission fast. My netorase walls trembled at the image of Rosalía in a pure white wedding dress, marrying Brant. I'd fail to claim her, inherit the lingerie shop... Rosalía eager to impress her hubby. Delivering slutty lingerie with holes in the important spots to her mansion in my delusion.

"What do you think, hubby? Will you like it? ……The wedding lingerie Karn picked out himself."

Rosalía spun playfully and beamed.

"Karn, you're hard again...? Heehee. Then get to it~ Lingerie delivery boy."

She hummed and vanished into the mansion with light steps. My little dick ached between my legs, begging to cum again. But I had to shove this dangerous fantasy away.

"Haa, ngh… fuu……"

The puzzle pieces clicked. Why Rosalía had hidden the later footage. She'd been toyed with by this persistent greasy muscle pig. That's why she'd planned to show it off casually with a V-sign earlier. But this one fucker triggered ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her real emotions and ruined the play. Plus, the date in this vision was in the past. Not from that day. Not sure when exactly, but mentioning the practical exam meant pretty recent. Had she been fucking him in the meantime? Experience count from 2 to 3? Or spreading her pussy for knights department guys left and right, rumored as a slut, despised by female cadets daily?

Horniness mixed with a hammer to the head—dizzying. One thing was clear. Rosalía fucking hated that bastard. From their first meeting with his cringy lines that didn't land, to trying to socially bury my Karn at the ball. A clueless pale muscle pork belly trash heap who didn't know his place.

"……."

Rosalía, naked and trembling in shame, lost her expression. The flush drained from her cheeks.

"Your Highness."

Her reddened cheeks and shame vanished clean. She smiled coldly, chillingly composed. Her golden eyes lost all warmth.

"You're not even asking my opinion? Planning to hand over the body of a noble woman who's to be the next empress... to such a lowly, repulsive man?"

Even with legs spread wide, pussy dripping juices, her oilseed flower eyes were terrifyingly murderous. Stray killing intent swirled the studio. Her blank expression. The transcendent swordswoman's veiled chill. The knights cadets' sharp instincts made their cocks shrink in fear. Even Brant flinched, shoulders stiffening.

But Descartes didn't blink. He smiled leisurely, rising to step right in front of her nose.

Descartes cupped Rosalía's fiercely glaring cheek with his large hand. Then, without hesitation, pressed his lips to hers.

"Mmph…! Hnngh…!"

Not forceful. Hot and tender, like soothing a sulky lover, their tongues intertwined. That single kiss.

-Smooch♡ Slurp…♡

"Nnngh… K-kiss, slurp…♡ Hnngh…♡"

Her icy expression melted like a drugged haze. Eyes that had glared murder at Brant glazed over, losing focus. Sweet saliva and moans leaked from lips that swirled with killing intent.

Descartes pulled back, stroking her heated cheek, whispering.

"Don't you want to be empress, Rosalía."

"Haa… Y-Your Highness… Th-that's not it…♡"

Her protesting lips were blocked by Descartes' finger. He grabbed her pale, luscious breast with one hand, pinching and twisting the stiff pink nipple hard between thumb and forefinger.

"Hiii-!?♡ It hurts…! Your Highness, it huuuurts…!♡"

"Approaching the saintess is all for my greater cause. You just stay quietly by my side. It's only you for me, Rosalía. You're the closest to empress, aren't you."

Suffocating gaslighting. His gentle kneading of her tit, sweet persuasion fit for a lover. It all reflexively disarmed her heart. This was everyday for Descartes. He knew exactly how to coax and break a bitch he'd trained when handing her off like dirty laundry.

"Serve Brant obediently. If you satisfy him and become a fine whore…. When I have time, I'll let you lick my prince cock to your heart's content, and stuff that vulgar pussy hole of yours full."

Conditional sweet reward. Her body jolted hard at his words. The spark of returning reason crumbled helplessly before her female instinct craving that ecstatic cock again.

"Ah… Aah…♡ Your Highness… B-but… that guy's kinda… hnng…!"

"Do it. For me."

Firm command. Descartes gripped her nipple tighter.

"You said you love acting spoiled and doing humiliating shit for me. This is my order. From this moment, Brant is your second master, acting in my stead."

"……!"

Tears welled in Rosalía's eyes and dropped. Relief it wasn't abandonment. Delusion of sacrificing briefly for his grand plan. False hope she hadn't lost the bet to Karn yet. Descartes' gaslighting reassembled her logic like fool's gold.

She swallowed her panting breaths, nodding weakly.

"Haa… Ah… Y-yesss…♡ I understaaand… Your Highness's command♡ Gladlyyy…♡"

Reluctant acceptance. She slowly turned to look at Brant. Greasy blond slick-back oozing sleaze. Overpowering musk cologne to woo women.