Chapter 543
Chapter 543
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 543
Chapter Title: The Queen's Fury
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1.
The scent of the 23rd Hierarchy.
Its effects were tremendous.
Normally, his lust would subside after one or two rounds, but even after two creampies and mana transfers, he was still raring to go.
"Hngh... Uuugh..."
In the end, he pumped five loads of thick semen into Luerie in all sorts of positions.
Si-woo had never once lost a bed battle, so Luerie passed out at least ten times, her tiny womb eventually filled to the brim with cum.
Of course, her cervix was so narrow that no matter how tightly he pressed in and unloaded, it was impossible for that much semen to fit entirely inside her uterus...
"Hic... Hit... Nngh..."
Even unconscious, Luerie's pussy lips twitched, white frothy cum endlessly leaking out. It made him wonder if maybe it really was full after all.
Even with Amelia and his master, it hadn't been this intense...
He figured it was the backlash from holding back too long after inhaling that scent.
Finally, his erection subsided.
Looking at Luerie passed out on the bed, his reason finally returned, screaming at him.
"I'm fucked."
Si-woo crossed his arms and calmly analyzed the situation in a flat voice.
As one could plainly see, he was fucked.
Luerie had refused several times during the act.
He didn't know if she'd never intended to go all the way, or if she'd simply changed her mind midway from exhaustion.
But she'd begged him to stop and even crawled away to escape.
Yet he'd ignored her protests, pinned her down, and in the end, ravaged her pussy for eight straight hours even after she'd lost consciousness.
How would proud Luerie react when she woke up?
Cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck at the thought that all the intimacy he'd built up could crumble in an instant.
"Hoo..."
He'd definitely gone too far.
Her virgin pussy was swollen bright red from the rough first time, and her limbs were covered in angry red handprints.
Bruises from suppressing her struggles.
To minimize her anger and show remorse, he began cleaning up.
Luerie slept soundly for nearly an hour, exhausted.
He roughly cleaned the bed with a hygiene spell, then soaked a towel in warm water and meticulously wiped down her body.
The trickiest part was her pussy, endlessly leaking white semen. With no other choice, he scooped it out with his fingers and cleaned her with the towel.
It wasn't the act itself that was hard, but feeling the texture of her inner walls—where his cock had just been thrusting—stirred fresh desire he had to suppress.
Especially since Luerie let out lewd sighs and squirmed every time his fingertips grazed her folds.
Anyway, resisting temptation, he fetched underwear from the closet, dressed her gently, and waited for her to wake.
"Mm... Muu... Haat!"
She shot upright like a recruit hearing reveille.
"Good morning, Your Majesty."
Her eyes darted around before locking onto his.
Luerie stared at Si-woo with her mouth slightly agape, a startled expression and dazed eyes.
Before she could fully grasp the situation, he politely clasped his hands and bowed his head.
He'd been waiting to apologize the moment she awoke.
"Last night, I..."
He had three excuses ready to beg forgiveness.
First, that a witch's scent triggered uncontrollable lust.
Second, that she'd snuck into his room and ambushed him with it first.
Third, that he'd filled her empty stigma to the brim with pure mana.
-Crunch!
But before he could start, a grinding sound came from the bed.
No need to wonder what it was.
He glanced up to see Luerie's face flushed red, teeth clenched in fury.
Her usually silky hair stood on end like an angry cat's.
"K-Kill me, Your Majesty...!"
"That's exactly what I planned to do! You worthless worm worse than an earthworm! How dare a wretch like you call yourself Minister of the Interior! You're a slave! A slave! I'll sentence you to eternal slavery for generations!"
She was genuinely pissed.
A prickling chill ran down his skin from her rage, transmitted via the ferocious pulse of her freshly recharged mana.
Anyone would be furious at such treatment for their first time.
Especially someone with Luerie's pride.
"Get out! No breakfast! No lunch either! Dinner goes without saying! Get the hell out!!!"
Si-woo was chased out amid Luerie's tirade, the massive door slamming shut behind him with a bang, as if vowing never to let him back in.
2.
After kicking Si-woo out, Luerie huffed and puffed nonstop.
This made four times he'd pissed her off.
And this fourth offense was a grave crime she couldn't easily forgive.
Daring to defy the queen's command and force himself on her? Treason.
Not stopping after she passed out, but treating her unconscious body like a toy and continuing? Treason again.
Learning the queen's secrets she should never show anyone? Treason yet again.
Luerie had been lenient with him so far, but a triple axel of treason was too much.
And besides...
"Ugh...! Uh...!"
Luerie pressed a hand to her still-twitching lower belly.
It wasn't just there.
Her entire inner walls, relentlessly scraped by his cock, throbbed intermittently in time with her heartbeat.
Women's orgasms leave long aftershocks by nature.
Having experienced them nearly dozens of times, her body still burned with smoldering embers of pleasure.
And those embers kept scraping at her pride.
"Insolent cur! I showed you such favor!"
She'd even comforted him orally after, yet he hadn't been satisfied and pounced anyway.
Unforgivable, even thinking back.
Of course, she'd conveniently erased from memory how half her own actions in his room had been driven by curiosity, ignoring his consent.
"I shall mete out severe punishment!"
What would be fitting?
It was the most horrific incident in Nukelavi dynasty history.
No precedent existed.
Luerie carefully sat on a chair, her trembling hips fueling even more rage as she pondered his punishment.
"Death penalty is fitting, indeed."
Defiling a monarch warranted execution.
She sprang up to pronounce judgment and carry it out, then quietly sat back down.
"...Even so, death is too much."
Upon reflection, despite the severity, she didn't want him dead.
She had four reasons.
First, he possessed vast modern knowledge unknown to her.
His dinner tales of present-day civilization were the perfect side dish.
Like department stores hundreds of meters tall, or portable devices letting you video-call the opposite side of the planet—not even military tech.
She'd miss those wondrous stories.
Second, honestly speaking, the sensations hadn't been bad at all.
She'd learned her body could feel such dizzying pleasure, stacking into agonizing ecstasy.
Though she'd staunchly deny it, her autonomic defenses failing all night meant she'd tacitly consented.
Third.
"A wise ruler forgives even a vassal's faults with magnanimity."
Shin Si-woo was her subject, but undeniably her second friend.
The time spent together even surpassed her first friend's.
And finally...
Luerie glanced down at her stigma, brimming with mana.
It hadn't been long since completing her trials, so her reserves had been depleted.
Yet during last night's ordeal, for some reason, it filled to the top.
With pure, pristine mana needing no refinement.
She needed answers about that effect.
Its potential was limitless, depending on use.
But she couldn't let him off scot-free.
This was a matter of dignity.
As declared, she'd starve him first.
His spirit body wouldn't die from fasting, but restricting rations in a submarine with little else for amusement was brutal punishment.
"Good. It's decided."
Luerie strode off majestically to deliver the verdict, but lingering fever made her steps unsteady and wobbly.
-Creak!
No need to go far.
The ship was like an extension of her body; locating Si-woo aboard Aquila was child's play.
Chased from her room, he'd knelt and waited right outside her bedroom.
"I'm truly sorry."
Shin Si-woo bowed his head without excuses.
A stern voice stabbed into the back of his skull.
"Raise your head."
Looking up, Luerie loomed close, palm raised high.
-Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Sharp slaps stung his cheeks with crisp cracks.
He could've blocked or dodged, but meekly took all five.
"Now, speak your excuses."
After the summary punishment to vent her anger, confession time began.