Chapter 152: You’ve Gone and Knocked Up the Imperial Princess’s Womb with Your Lowly Commoner Semen
Chapter 152: You’ve Gone and Knocked Up the Imperial Princess’s Womb with Your Lowly Commoner Semen
We boarded the carriage and headed back toward the Girls' Academy.
Thanks to Citre bringing an Imperial exclusive carriage, I was able to travel with three mother and daughters… no, four women, including Citre herself.
Part of me wanted to just fuck all four of them right then and there… but I held back.
“…Lord.”
Angelica looked at me with eyes full of concern.
I wanted to pull her into a loving embrace, but I restrained myself for now.
Because I wasn't in the mood.
Because I was currently fucked.
*
Two hours ago. At the House of Pedeia estate.
“…Her Imperial Highness is with child.”
In a room where I, my brood of females, and even the (former) Head of House Pedeia had gathered, Citre spoke with a calm demeanor.
“With child… you mean?”
“Yes. That is correct. Ah, perhaps that was too difficult a word for you, you ignorant 6.9. To put it simply, it means she is pregnant.”
“I know what it means.”
“How surprising. For a mere commoner.”
The sheer disrespect… I told you, I’m from S University.
“P-Pregnant? Then that means…”
“Does that mean Her Highness is carrying my husband’s child?”
“Indeed.”
Citre answered Bern and Angelica’s questions with total indifference.
“Since you engaged in mindless-pregnancy-breeding-raw-creampie-sex all night, every single day, it was only natural she would conceive.”
“Hey, I didn't go that far.”
“Did you not? You certainly did with me.”
“…….”
The gazes of Bern, Angelica, and Lisa darted toward me.
Their eyes seemed to say, ‘You even fucked the maid?’
I couldn't help it. Not with a body that hot. Besides, she’s a noble lady too.
“Regrettably, I have not yet become pregnant myself…”
“That’s a shame. I wanted to see you in a maid uniform with a baby bump.”
Citre shot me a sharp glare.
“……Anyway, as a result of your frantic ejaculations inside the Princess, congratulations are in order. You have finally succeeded in impregnating the Imperial Princess’s womb with your lowly commoner semen. I shall even give you a round of applause. Clap, clap, clap.”
She actually said "clap, clap, clap" out loud.
But something was strange.
The atmosphere felt heavy.
Even the Head of House Pedeia was trembling. Unable to watch any longer, Bern spoke up.
“…You. Sit still.”
“I-I’m sorry. But my body won’t stop shaking….”
“I understand why you’re shaking, but stay still regardless.”
Even Bern understood why he was shaking?
Seeing everyone with such serious expressions, acting so cautiously… it was clear something was up.
“So, what happens now?”
“What do you think, Commoner 6.9? From now on, you must prepare to enter the Imperial family as the Princess’s consort.”
“The Princess’s… consort?”
“Yes. That is the law. We cannot get rid of the child in her womb, nor can we hide the pregnancy of the Empire’s only Princess. The only way forward is for you to officially become her consort and take a place within the Imperial family.”
“…….”
Citre spoke as if it were nothing.
“……The Imperial family, huh.”
Even hearing it, it didn't feel real.
I’d had an inkling that things would end up like this ever since the day I first fucked the Princess, but now that she was actually pregnant, I felt a bit dazed.
The (former) Head of House Pedeia, who had been listening quietly, slowly raised his hand.
“……U-Um, Mr. 6.9. May I say something?”
“What is it?”
“It’s awkward for me to say this, but you should be careful.”
“Hah?”
“It’s because of… political issues. Mr. 6.9, you might not be aware, but…”
Political issues, huh.
I thought he was going to tell me to watch my back, and I almost tightened his leash.
“Mmm… I don’t know if I should be saying this.”
The (former) Head of House let out a short sigh.
“Actually, there have been some unsettling movements and rumors among the nobles recently.”
“Unsettling movements?”
“There were rumors that Her Imperial Highness would be assassinated.”
“…….”
“Of course, they were just rumors.”
Wait.
Serna’s assassination?
I thought about it carefully.
That was the first thing I did when I arrived here, wasn't it?
In the original story, the Princess is assassinated in the very first scene. Afterward, a bloody power struggle breaks out in the palace as people target the gap left by an Emperor with no heir.
But now, I had saved the Princess. Not only that, I’d fucked her and even gotten her pregnant.
Up until now, fucking the Princess was something that happened between us at the Academy, so it might not have affected palace politics. But pregnancy was a different story. It involved the succession.
If it became known that the Princess was pregnant with an Untouchable Commoner’s child…….
Then… what would happen?
“From what I’ve heard, that faction’s goal was… to replace the House of Aylus, the current Imperial line, with another family.”
“Replace them with another family?”
“Think about it. His Majesty the Emperor is reaching an age where it is difficult to conceive. Yet, his only child is the Princess. In this situation, what if the Princess were to pass away without an heir?”
“Ho-oh.”
The Aylus bloodline would naturally be severed. …Is that it?
If the Emperor were a man, it wouldn't matter if his child died as long as he was alive.
Whether he was 50 or 60, he could just find another wife and get her pregnant to continue the line.
But for an Empress, that’s impossible once she reaches a certain age… I see.
There was a time limit on producing an heir!
“Then, wouldn't one of the royalty from the branch families have to be adopted to succeed the throne? For instance, Princess Alicia. Or they could push for a Prince or Princess they personally sponsor.”
“I suppose so.”
“They could pass the throne to whoever they want, naturally and with legitimacy, without the risk of a rebellion…. Furthermore, they could manipulate an Emperor who has no heir. If push comes to shove, they could even aim for abdication.”
“A quiet and safe revolution.”
The plan sounded quite plausible. As long as they pinned the assassination risk on the assassin, the rest would go exactly as they planned, no matter what.
But their plan was completely derailed the moment I appeared.
And now that the Princess was pregnant, the Aylus line was set to continue.
So, how would those bastards react?
“The first thing one might think of is killing you, Mr. 6.9. But honestly, would they even need to go that far?”
“Hmm?”
“Because you are an Untouchable Commoner.”
Is this motherfucker mocking me?
“A scandal between the Imperial family and an Untouchable Commoner…… the nobles won't just sit idly by. They’ll surely rise up, calling it madness. Among them, the faction aiming to remove the Princess… might use this to demand she renounce her succession rights.”
“Renounce her succession rights?”
Come to think of it, that was a pretty common trope.
If you want to marry someone you shouldn't, you have to choose between the throne and the marriage. It happened often in reality and in stories.
If they demanded that of Serna… she would 100% throw away her title and come to me.
“If she renounces her succession rights… Her Highness becomes a mere commoner and loses all her titles.”
“That won’t do.”
I cut him off flatly. This was the one thing I could say with absolute certainty.
“If that happens, Serna won’t be hot anymore.”
“?”
It’s a fact only those who know me are aware of.
I am not attracted to commoners.
*
Naturally, that didn't mean I had any intention of pumping and dumping Serna.
How could I give up such a fucking hot Princess? Though she wouldn't be hot if she wasn't a Princess….
Still, discarding her would be a bit much. She’s a girl who would give up being a Princess just because she wants to be fucked by me.
But on the other hand, what if she tried to keep her position?
“……In that case, Mr. 6.9. They will have to deal with you in one way or another.”
I would be in danger. I could be killed without anyone knowing. Of course, I wouldn't just sit there and take it, but those nobles would use every trick in the book.
What should I do?
A way to maintain Serna’s succession rights while forcing those noble bastards to acknowledge me.
“Husband.”
“?”
I turned my head to see Bern drawing her sword.
A monstrously large blade. The Holy Sword Marcus, six feet long and weighing 250 pounds.
“Just give the word, and I will kill everything that stands in your way and create a world just for you.”
……Seriously?
Looking at her eyes, she looked like she could actually do it. It was on a completely different level from when she was offering me her asshole.
I guess a female knight is still a female knight. She looked ready to kill even her own husband if things went south.
On the other side, Angelica and Lisa also chimed in.
“I am also prepared, Lord. For your sake, I will mobilize the entire St. Fellatio Female Knight Order if I must.”
“…I’m not keen on helping a guy like you, but if it’s Lady Angelica’s command, I will gladly follow.”
“You guys……!”
I hugged my female knights with a moved expression.
What admirable females.
I glanced over at Citre.
“…Don’t you have anything?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I mean, you could at least say something.”
“I have no combat ability. What do you expect from a maid of the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Shall I do the dishes for you?”
“Right.”
She was a maid, after all.
“However, I can provide information through my intelligence network.”
“Intelligence network?”
What intelligence network?
“On the surface, the Ministry of Internal Affairs assists the Imperial family, but protecting, monitoring, and securing information is also part of our duty.”
“……Is that so?”
“To put it simply. I belong to the intelligence department directly under the Emperor. In other words…… I am a spy.”
The maid… no, Spy Citre’s eyes gleamed.
Good. That’s reassuring. My mind felt much more at ease.
“Oh my…….”
“Lord. Your erection….”
Ah.
Now that my mind was at ease, the erection was starting again.
“…It can’t be helped, then.”
Citre quickly took my cock into her mouth.
“Ah…!”
“Citre!”
“How dare you make the first move!”
The female knights protested, but Citre instead flashed a victory sign with her fingers toward them.
“Didn't you all eat your fill during the vacation? I have been starving.”
“Ugh… that’s true, but still!”
“And I’ve become envious, too.”
“…Of what?”
At Bern’s question, Citre gently stroked her own stomach.
“I am so, so envious of Her Imperial Highness.”