Leona von Garcia (2)

That night, having perfectly received her first "reward" by swallowing my cock deep into her throat, Princess Leona staggered back to her assigned room.

As soon as she locked the door, she rushed to her desk, pulling out a quill and parchment.

"Haa, haa...! I have to keep my head straight. While my knowledge of the original work and my reason as a modern person are still intact, I must draft a precise guideline to survive in this den of evil...!"

Leona’s golden eyes flashed with a venomous desire for survival.

But she didn't have the slightest clue. Her brain had already been perfectly corrupted by my Common Sense Rewriting, meaning the very standard of what she considered a "survival strategy" had gone completely insane.

Scratch, scratch.

With a resolute expression, Leona began to write down the [Perfect Survival Guide for the Possessor Leona].

Swish, swish, tap!

After furiously working her pen all night to complete the guide, Leona lifted the paper with a satisfied smile.

"Phew... perfect. As expected, the planning ability of a South Korean university student is on a different level from these people in another world. Although it includes some rather shameful acts, this is all just a cold-blooded survival strategy to avoid 'system penalties'."

Firmly believing herself to be a genius efficiency-seeker playing the original protagonist like a fiddle, Leona went to bed feeling proud.

And the next morning.

Upon waking, Leona reread the guide she had written overnight. Her corrupted brain perceived it as a "perfectly flawless and rational survival book" every time she looked at the guidelines.

"Alright, I'll execute Phase 1 with certainty."

Without a moment's hesitation, Leona stripped off her pajamas.

After sticking the pink heart patches she received yesterday onto her nipples and vulva with a satisfying snap, she shook her trembling hips confidently and swung open the door to my room.

As I opened my eyes in bed, the princess, wearing nothing but heart patches, crawled to my bedside and started unzipping my pants without a word.

"Princess, what's this about so early in the morning?"

To my question, Leona replied with tears in her eyes, yet in a very confident and crisp voice.

"Haa, haa...! Jin Sang-gun. Don't misunderstand. I'm not doing this because I like you; I'm just here to perform the 'Morning Essential Quest' ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to lock my survival probability at 100%...!"

Even while speaking so haughtily, Leona bowed her head and stuck out her long, red tongue toward my massive center, which stood tall on the bed.

Slurp! Chomp, suck...!

The princess, having engulfed my angry glans entirely with her noble lips, began to suck violently, her cheeks puffing out.

Chomp! Slurrrp! Click, squelch...!

The vulgar sound of saliva friction echoed fiercely across the bedsheets.

At that moment, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Leona's corrupted brain updated yet another insane 'quest guideline' in real-time, triggered by the ferocious majesty of my cock, which was wriggling and pulsing as if alive while holding my hot essence.

'...Eh?! I have to offer a morning greeting too?! B-but it’s a massive cock living and breathing right in front of me... it’s only right to be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thankful to maintain the survival buff...!'

Leona, having achieved complete cognitive dissonance, swallowed the saliva filling her mouth and pulled my massive pillar out of her mouth for a moment.

Then, staring straight at my glans, slick with saliva, with ecstatic yet serious golden eyes, she shouted.

"G-good morning, and thank you for waking up healthy again today, Cock...! Haa-up...!"

No sooner had she finished her greeting than Leona swallowed my center back down to the depths of her throat.

The poor, possessed princess, who mistakenly thought she was outsmarting the original protagonist by using her head.

I grabbed Leona’s blonde hair—she who was looking up at me with teary eyes while swallowing my cock to the hilt—and let out an evil laugh that shook the mansion.

"Ugh, guh-up...! Up, suck...!!"

The tightening of the princess's throat, as she rolled ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her tongue without mercy out of a single-minded obsession for survival, was truly an art form.

It was reaching the limit. Grabbing her head tightly, I thrust my waist forward with force, firing my thick essence deep into her throat without restraint.

Pew-shoot, pew-shook----! Kuaaaah...!

"Ugh?! Up...! Ugh-gh...!!"

Leona’s eyes rolled back at the sheer volume of hot, thick semen filling her throat in an instant. She wanted to spit it out due to the suffocating pain and shame, but the fake system window in her corrupted brain flickered mercilessly.

'No...! If I spit it out, I die! I have to swallow every last drop...!!'

Gulp, glug-ugh...!

Even as tears streamed down her face, Leona twitched her jaw muscles and swallowed every drop of my semen down her throat to survive.

As my center finally slipped from her mouth, the fake status window burst into fireworks.

"Haa... haa... *cough*! Up..."

Leona, gasping for air with white streaks of semen smeared around her mouth, checked the status window and soon let out a sigh of relief.

'...Haa, that’s it. With this, my survival rights for today are perfectly secured. Although I suffered the humiliation of taking all that cum with my virgin mouth... it’s a victory for me, having wisely bypassed the system's unfairness. As expected, I’m an efficiency-obsessed possessor, aren't I?'

The princess, her brain completely pickled, wore a smile of victory(?).

I tapped her flushed cheek and playfully toyed with the pink heart patch on her voluptuous chest.

"Good work, Princess. If you do that every morning, you'll be able to live in this mansion for a very long time."

"...Hmph. You’re stating the obvious. I’ll do anything to survive."

Leona snorted haughtily, licking the semen from her lips with her tongue.

I chuckled with a sense of satisfaction and dismissed her.

"Right, you worked hard, so go out and eat breakfast. Gaia should have it ready."

"...Understood."

Leona, wearing not a single stitch of clothing, left the room confidently, her heart patches on her nipples and vulva swaying with every step.

When she entered the dining room, the luxurious breakfast Gaia had prepared was steaming. Leona sat down, pressing her bare buttocks onto the high-end leather chair without a care.

Squeak, squelch.

Her bare skin made explicit friction sounds against the chair, and every time she lifted her spoon, the pink patches on her chest shook frivolously.

An ordinary person would have hidden away in shame, but the mind of our possessed princess was already operating on completely different common sense.

'Right... in a 19+ den of evil, you have to eat naked like this to increase the worldview assimilation rate and stack survival points. I can endure this level of shame as business.'

Nom nom, gulp.

Without knowing she was perfectly brainwashed, she nodded to herself, shoveling food into her mouth in a vulgar yet confident manner.

However, as the meal was coming to an end, the corrupted common sense in Leona's brain updated with a new guideline in real-time.

'...Huck!! That's right, this is a medieval fantasy setting! If there's no entertainment, the protagonist might get bored and turn the genre into a tragedy! Now that I've finished eating, I have to dance immediately to aid digestion and fill the entertainment stack...!!'

It was perfect cognitive dissonance.

As soon as she finished her meal, Leona jumped up from her chair in a rush. She ran over to me, sitting comfortably on the living room sofa drinking tea, and without a word, she pushed her hips back and began to sway her pelvis violently.

"Eh, Princess? What's with the sudden dance after eating?"

When I asked, pretending not to know, Leona blushed all over, but replied with a very resolute and serious look in her eyes.

"Haa, haa...! M-master! Since this is a world without TV, it's only natural that I dance after a meal to soothe your boredom...! I will fill the 30 minutes completely... to provide... survival... no, entertainment...!!"

Sway! Squelch! Squeak, snap!

Aria, who had been watching the scene with interest, jumped up from her seat with sparkling eyes.

"Wow! It's boring if the Princess dances alone! I'll join in too!"

"Soothing the master's boredom is also Gaia's natural duty, after all..."

Gaia, too, licked her lips with her red tongue and naturally approached both sides of Leona.

And so, in the middle of the living room, three beautiful girls in the nude, wearing only heart patches, formed a line and began to bounce their pelvises in unison.

Sway! Squelch! Squeak, snap! Slap! Slap!

The overwhelming breasts of Gaia, the supreme goddess, the resilient buttocks of the female hero Aria, and the noble body of the Imperial Princess Leona were all tangled together, swaying violently. The heat and vulgar leather friction sounds emitted by the three women filled the living room.

"W-wait...! Why are you two suddenly joining in...?"

As Leona gasped in confusion, Gaia whispered into Leona's ear, her hips pushed back.

"Princess, it's a 30-minute post-meal consolation performance to satisfy the master, so the stage shouldn't be empty, right? If you don't shake more violently than us, the master might get bored and change the channel?"

'Ch-change the channel?! That means he'll get bored and cut all my survival stacks...!'

At Gaia's gaslighting, Leona's eyes tightened once again with survival instinct.

"Haa, haang...! I-I won't lose...! Gaia-san, Aria-san...! I'll show you the true spice of modern broadcast dance...!!"

Leona accepted this shameful joint performance as a "decisive battle to protect viewership ratings (affection)," and began to rotate her waist even more harshly between the two senior bitches.

Squeak, snap! Squeak, snap!

Every time the three stood side-by-side and bounced their hips vulgarly back and forth, the pink patches on their nipples and vulvas made bizarrely loud noises as they shook.