Chapter 109: His Member Is Truly Massive
Chapter 109: His Member Is Truly Massive
“Citre of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. I offer my greetings to Her Majesty the Empress.”
Citre bowed politely, following the imperial etiquette she had mastered.
Empress Viola waited until the greeting was fully completed before she spoke.
“You have worked hard to travel such a long distance, Citre.”
“You flatter me, Your Majesty.”
In truth, it hadn't been a long journey at all. It was merely a standard imperial pleasantry.
“You have been through much, looking after my daughter, Serna.”
“I am merely fulfilling my duty.”
“I have read the report you submitted.”
Straight to the point, then.
Citre braced herself.
The Empress scanned her surroundings and commanded, “This matter is confidential. All personnel, excluding Citre, are to withdraw.”
The moment the order fell, the maids and guards stationed in the Audience Hall filed out. Citre was briefly surprised by just how many people had been present in the room.
Once she confirmed they were alone, the Empress beckoned Citre to come closer.
As Citre stood directly before her, Empress Viola spoke in a low voice.
“Is the content of that report entirely true?”
“It is, Your Majesty.”
She could not dare to submit a false report to the Empress. Citre had already secured numerous testimonies and pieces of evidence to prove the report’s validity.
“An untouchable commoner... My daughter is keeping such a person by her side?”
“Yes. Beyond frequent audiences, she acts almost as his maid, accompanying him everywhere.”
Citre couldn't bring herself to say they were openly sleeping together, so she chose a more indirect phrasing. However, for an Empress who lived with maids all day, the comparison of 'acting as a maid' would be a sufficiently clear metaphor for the level of intimacy.
“…I see.”
The Empress’s voice carried a hint of disappointment.
It was bound to be a shock. Serna was the sole Imperial Princess of the Empire and her own daughter. To think she was associating with an untouchable commoner—the lowest status in the Empire, shunned by all—and a male one at that.
To put it in perspective, it was like a princess of a noble European royal bloodline wandering around with a homeless man. It was a story that couldn't help but become a scandal and a hotbed for gossip.
“How many people know of this?”
“For now… it is only circulating as a rumor within the Girls' Academy.”
“That is a relief.”
“However, once the holidays begin, it is only a matter of time before this reaches the ears of all the nobility.”
When the holidays started, all the students would return to their homes. News of the Imperial Princess at the Academy would undoubtedly spread through the mouths of the students within the manors of nobles across the land.
Once that happened, it was only a matter of time before the story reached the court. If such gossip began to occupy the tongues of the court nobles…
It was obvious that not only the Princess’s authority but the prestige of the Imperial Family itself would plummet. Furthermore, the Princess was at an age where she should be considering marriage; a scandal with a commoner man would be disastrous. It would jeopardize both her future marriage prospects and her path to the throne.
From Empress Viola’s perspective, as someone who had to safely pass the throne to her daughter, this was an infuriating situation.
“That untouchable commoner… what did you say his name was?”
“6.9. His name is 6.9.”
“6.9… What a peculiar name.”
Even in this world, the name 6.9 was considered quite strange.
“How old is this commoner?”
“His exact age is unknown, but he appeared to be around twenty-three to twenty-five years old.”
“He is young, then.”
The Empress replied and fell back into thought.
As Citre answered, she felt a flicker of doubt. The name is one thing, but why ask about his age…? She couldn't fathom what Her Majesty was thinking.
“What does he look like? Do you have a portrait or any other materials?”
“I have no materials. However… he is a very tall man with a massive physique. His skin is somewhat bronzed, and his hair is black. He is a dangerous-looking man, his entire body packed with muscle and veins.”
“He must be very strong.”
“Yes. Most likely…”
“Have you seen the man yourself, Citre?”
The Empress’s voice sounded slightly curious.
Citre felt something was off. It didn't seem like this was the part she should be worried or curious about. In Citre’s mind, the urgent matter wasn't the commoner. A commoner could simply be executed by imperial decree. The real problem was how to suppress the rumors that would soon flood the Imperial Palace.
That should be the priority…
Why does Her Majesty keep asking for details about the ‘commoner man’…?
Though puzzled, she had to answer the questions.
“Yes. I have seen him.”
“…And?”
“As I reported, he was a coarse and ferocious individual.”
“Is he handsome?”
“……Pardon?”
Citre looked up at the sudden, unexpected question.
“I am merely curious about his features.”
“Ah…… well….”
Citre hesitated at the unforeseen inquiry. Was 6.9 handsome? Whenever she thought of that man, her blood boiled so much she hadn't had the chance to consider his face. Since he was a lowly commoner, she had never even entertained the thought of his attractiveness.
She tried to recall 6.9’s appearance once more.
‘Hmm……’
Well… if she broadened her standards a bit, he wasn't exactly eyesore material….
“He must be decent-looking.”
“Pardon?”
“Your face has turned a bit red.”
“Ah…….”
My face is red? Because I thought of 6.9? All that man did was commit sexual harassment, touching her butt whenever he had the chance…!
“N-no, it’s not that. This is….”
“It is fine. There is no one else here. You may answer honestly.”
Viola flicked her finger, signaling her to come even closer.
“Did that man… touch your butt, Citre?”
“Ugh……!”
To think she would ask such a question.
But then again, wasn't this why she had been summoned to the palace? Citre had braced herself for this, so she calmed her breathing and answered.
“…He did.”
“How was it? The sensation?”
“T-that… it was extremely unpleasant.”
“Seeing how red your face is, that doesn't seem to be the case.”
“N-no, it’s not…! Your Majesty! How could a man like that, roughly fondling one's butt with his hands, be anything but…!”
“Roughly… fondled you, did he?”
Empress Viola’s dignified voice had changed slightly.
What is this…?
Citre had been feeling a sense of dissonance for a while now. Rather than questions born of concern for her daughter’s political safety and prestige… it felt more like an older woman asking out of interest in sexual gossip.
“Did he go around touching the other maids as well?”
“…When they wake up in the morning, he hugs the maid tidying the bedding, kisses her, and fondles her breasts…. Some maids are even dragged onto the bed right then and there and…”
“And?”
“I have heard they are… violated on the spot.”
This wasn't something one should dare say in front of the Empress, but for some reason, Empress Viola seemed to want to hear more.
“…Tell me in detail.”
“In detail… while a maid was leaning over to straighten the sheets, he would lift her skirt from behind and touch her buttocks several times. He would mock her while looking at her panties, then pull them down just like that…”
“……Continue.”
“T-then, even as the maid with her private parts exposed tried to flee, he would roughly grab her hand to stop her, kiss her, and then expose his own member to seduce her….”
What kind of face-to-face report is this? It felt like she was telling the Empress a lewd story.
Empress Viola suddenly spoke up as if something was bothering her.
“He exposed his member to seduce her?”
“That is correct.”
“He is a man who exposed his genitals, yet you say that acted as a seduction?”
“Ah… t-that is.”
Citre hesitated, wondering if she should say it, but eventually decided to speak.
“His member is… truly massive.”
“…….”
It felt as if Empress Viola’s voice had been cut off for a moment. A silence followed.
“…….”
“…….”
“…How big is it?”
“…Pardon?”
“The man’s member. How… large is it?”
“That is…….”
Citre couldn't bring herself to put it into words. She’d had many accidental opportunities to see his member. He would walk around the Princess’s residence without proper clothing, or appear completely naked after a bath.
Thus, all of the Princess’s maids knew the size of his member very well. Citre was no exception.
“It is… about this much.”
Citre used her hands to estimate the size of his member for the Empress.
…And she used both hands.
“…Is that true?”
“It is. I… saw it myself.”
“If the length is that much, what about the thickness…?”
“It was… about this much.”
“…….”
The Empress fell silent.
“……Gulp.”
Gulp? Citre heard the sound of someone swallowing.
Surely Her Majesty… wouldn't be? It had been over ten years since she lost her husband, but surely….
“It is magnificent….”
“…Pardon?”
“No. It is nothing. You heard nothing.”
Empress Viola said so, but Citre had already heard it. She had heard her praise a commoner’s member.
“And so…?”
“Yes?”
“And so, was the maid who saw his member… seduced?”
“It is said she couldn't dare to resist and was led to the bed, where she was stripped and violated.”
“It is understandable that she couldn't resist.”
“Pardon?”
“This, too, you did not hear.”
…I told you, I heard everything.
Citre suppressed the urge to say that and continued the audience with the Empress.
“H-how was the next maid violated?”
“That is…….”
In the end, Citre had to spend over two hours describing the process of how the maids were violated in great detail to the Empress.
After hearing the entire story, Empress Viola spoke.
“I must meet this commoner named 6.9 and see for myself what kind of man he is.”
“…….”
Citre knew the intention behind those words was far from pure. However, she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud and simply pretended not to notice.