Chapter 76: It's 'Common Sense' for the Imperial Princess to Become an Onahole (3)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 76: It's 'Common Sense' for the Imperial Princess to Become an Onahole (3)[R-18]
—At least once every three days, imprint the authority of the ‘Dominator’ upon her body through violence and pleasure!!!
That was what Laplace’s Conquest Strategy said, but I couldn't just keep punching her in the stomach every three days forever.
I’d been lucky enough to pull it off without issues so far, but...
An unexpected accident could happen, preventing me from seeing her for days. More importantly, Laplace would return to the Imperial Palace during the break.
‘Then I won’t be able to see her for months...’
If Laplace completely slipped from my control during that time, it would be the end of me.
It was impossible for me to fight and win against Laplace without the help of ‘Lucky Pervert’ moments.
And I couldn't exactly storm the Imperial Palace to punch her in the stomach just to "imprint my authority."
In the end, there was only one way.
I had to deal with Laplace somehow before the break.
...No, putting those reasons aside, I wanted to build a relationship of True Trust with Laplace.
Just as Lady Yuris considered me her ‘Fated Partner,’ I wanted a relationship of trust where Laplace could be certain that I was her ‘Eternal Dominator’ without me having to punch her periodically.
Sadly, however, the bond between Laplace and me was built on ‘Abuse.’
To build an even deeper relationship of trust, I would have to inflict abuse beyond stomach punches, face hits, choking, spanking, or slapping...
‘...That’s tough.’
Being soft-hearted, it was difficult for me to abuse Laplace more than I already was.
To go further, I’d have to pull out her fingernails or break a bone, but that was closer to ‘torture’ than abuse.
No matter how much Laplace possessed a ‘Destructive Desire,’ I didn't want to resort to torture unless it was an absolute extreme.
“Sigh... this is hard.”
While managing the Gallery and wondering how I could become a proper abuser...
[De-chaaaa~! Elfie Kenpo! The shitty human is already dead-desu!][15]
A post caught my eye.
[Author: Anonymous (177.96)]
[De-chaaaa~! Elfie Kenpo! The darkie is already dead-desu!][15]
(A comic of a green brat that looks like a 3-head-tall Elf twitching its fists.jpg)
“Kui-kui! Darkie-san, come at me-desu! If you lose to me, you become a slave who provides chicken and steak-desu! Finishing blow, Desha-byot!”
“Graaaah! Too strong!” (Build them up just to drop them hard!)
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“Orororong, this can’t be happening-desu-ung... Elfie Kenpo is the strongest-desu...” (Pakin!)
FlameSandwich■: LOL
UseNiceWordsOnly■: This is Elf-phobia, you bastards.
ㄴAnonymous (137.38): (Pakin!)
ㄴILoveTenantFarmers■: LOL
ㄴAnonymous (74.859): He’s triggered LOL
ㄴUseNiceWordsOnly■: You fucking shitty darkies.
“...!!!”
It was just a typical Elf-hating post often seen in the Gallery, but it gave me immense inspiration.
‘...Building them up to drop them? No, it’s dropping them to build them up!’
The real strategy for Laplace—
—It was to combine physical abuse with psychological abuse.
Of course, things like threats, kissing her instep, or licking her toes could be considered psychological abuse, but given Laplace’s fetish, she’d likely enjoy it rather than feel abused.
‘In fact, being kind to her would have been more painful for Laplace...’
Because it would mean the ‘Dominator’ she had waited for so long had suddenly broken.
“...H-heee!... S-sorry... Ugh-ack!... S-sorry...!”
First, I would push her body to its limit by depleting her mana...
“..! Ugh... Khh!... Hng!... Y-yes!... T-to be honest... it was hard...!”
Then, I would continue to treat her kindly until the moment she despaired, thinking she had lost her ‘Dominator.’
“Then I’ll completely break ‘Laplace’ so it’s not hard anymore.”
The plan was to then present her with the prepared abuse.
“...Kh!... Kh-hng!... Hng... Ah... Ugh!... I-Ian... P-please... save me...”
The result was a massive success.
“....”
“....P-please.... save me... Kh-hng...”
[Taking Photos]
I saved the photo to the Gallery while admiring Laplace, who was tied to a chair, naked and blindfolded.
Even if I said so myself, it was a perfect Shibari—hard to believe it was my first time.
Of course, I didn't do it from memory; I followed a picture I’d saved from the Gallery.
(A picture explaining how to tie a Shibari in 8 detailed steps.jpg)
A Dominator who follows a guide from the Gallery might not look very cool, but I’d covered her eyes with a blindfold beforehand, so there was no problem.
‘...And.’
There were a few items I had specially prepared for Laplace’s training, even going so far as to turn down Evelyn’s invitation for an after-party.
Vrrr—!
The first was a ‘Vibrator.’
Slide—Vrrrrrr—!!!
I wedged the vibrator between the ropes and Laplace’s clitoris, turning the vibration to maximum.
“Hng!... Kh-hng!!.. H-ha!... Kh-aaaaa!!. W-wait..!!.. Hng... I-Ian!.. Kh-hng... Aaaah!!”
“Shut your mouth, you onahole.”
In truth, mana depletion is something anyone who handles mana experiences at least once.
It’s as miserable as having motion sickness and the flu at the same time, but it’s not a huge deal since mana starts to recover after about a day of proper rest.
The important part here is that mana recovers when one takes ‘proper rest.’
‘...Well, a talent-monster like Laplace would probably recover mana bit by bit even in this state.’
Still, constantly climaxing while blindfolded and fully restrained would undoubtedly slow her mana recovery speed to a crawl.
Vrrrrrr—!! Vrrrrrr—!!
“Ha!.. Kh-hng!.... Hee!.. Kh-aaaaaah!!. I-Ian..!!.. H-ha-ugh!!”
Laplace seemed to be feeling plenty from just the vibrator, but according to the plan, I had originally intended to buy ‘Orc Estrus Potion’ from the ‘Porling Merchant Guild’ and make her take it.
However...
Unfortunately, I had no money.
It was because I’d acted like a big shot during my date with Evelyn and booked the expensive room we used for our first experience.
“Kh...! H-ha.. H-hee!!... Ah... Hng!... P-please... I-Ian!... L-let me go... please.. Kh-hng...!”
“Sigh... Fuck. I told you to shut up, didn't I? ....You’re really making me pull out the kitchen knife.”
“H-huh?... W-wait a minute!?.. Kh-hng!!”
As I said that, I pulled the second item out of my bag: a ‘Spoon.’
Screeeeech—!!
As I approached while scraping the end of the spoon against a mirror, Laplace’s body shook as if she were having a seizure.
“Hi... H-hieee!!... Aaaah!!.. N-no!! No! No!!.. I-I’m sorry!... P-please don’t do it!.... I was wrong! I was wrong! Hieeeee!!”
“I told you... to shut your mouth!!!”
Whack—!
I slammed the spoon down onto the chair Laplace was tied to.
“Why!!! Why do you make me the bad guy by not listening!!! Huh? Do you want me to be a bad person? I’m telling you I’ll make you feel good so you can live like an onahole should!!!!”
“Kh!... Kh-hng!.. H-hee!... H-hee!.. H-hee..!!.. S-save... save!!.. Kh-hng!”
“Am I wrong? Am I!!! Am I wrong?? I guess I am!!! Fuck, I’m wrong!!! Right? I was a bad person to begin with?!!! Then I should do bad things, shouldn't I?”
“Kh-hng!... Hng-ugh!... Hng-ugh!!... Hng-ugh..!!”
Slide—
When the spoon touched her neck, Laplace, who had been breathing heavily as if hyperventilating, clamped her lips shut and desperately suppressed her body.
“Look at this? ...No answer? You don’t even want to answer your Master anymore? Shall I check if your tongue is broken?”
“Ah!. Hieee!!.. Kh-hng... Ah!... N-no!!... I-I’m sorry!!... I-Ian is!!... a kind person!.. I... am...!... Laplace is!!... bad!!.. Everything... the o-onahole... is at fault!!... I-Ian...!! Kh-hng.... P-please.. m-make me... feel good!.”
“Is that so? I thought so. You’d rather be my onahole than live as ‘Laplace,’ wouldn't you?”
“Hng.... H-hng.!.. Y-yes.. Kh-hng!.. T-that’s right... I want to... be an onahole... Hng-hng..!”
“...Then shut up and wait. If you open your mouth again...”
“Kh-hng!... Kh-hng!.... Hng!...”
Terrified that she might make a sound, Laplace nodded her head frantically with her mouth cutely puckered shut.
‘Phew... I’m glad it seems to have worked.’
I let out a sigh of relief inwardly.
Saving the world is so difficult.
It was quite exhausting trying to threaten Laplace while acting out a personality completely opposite to my own.
Still... I had no choice.
I had to imprint on Laplace that her ‘Destructive Desire’ was scarier than she thought, and the pleasure given by a ‘Golden-haired Mad Dog’ felt better than she imagined.
Clink—! Clink—! Shhh—
“...Found it.”
Rummaging through my bag again, I put the spoon back and pulled out a real ‘Kitchen Knife.’
“Kh... Kh-hng!... Hng!!... Hng..!!.”
Startled by the sound of clashing metal, Laplace sobbed quietly.
“....”
Naturally, I wasn't going to use it on Laplace.
I’d used a spoon to threaten her specifically so she wouldn't get cut even by mistake; why would I use a kitchen knife now?
This was literally a ‘kitchen knife’—that is, for preparing ingredients.
Scritch— Scritch—
“Hmm... Hmmm~.”
“...Hng...! Kh-hng... Hng!...”
As I mentioned earlier, I didn't have enough money to buy ‘Orc Estrus Potion,’ but I could afford simple food ingredients.
For example...
The big, beautiful ‘Ginger’ I was currently peeling.
Scritch— Scritch—
It’s common sense so I shouldn't need to explain, but there is an SM play called ‘Figging’ where peeled ginger is inserted into the anus or genitals.
They say people usually beg for their lives within five minutes, and when I tested it briefly on myself, a considerable stinging and itching sensation rushed over me.
...But to be left for hours with ginger inside a pussy as sensitive as Laplace’s?
I could only offer my condolences and hope that we could build a True Trust relationship quickly.
“Hng...!.. Hng-ugh...!.... Kh-hng!”
“...It’d be better to relax.”
As I stroked Laplace’s thigh, I could see her body tensing up, so I gave her some kind advice.
The more she tensed, the more her vaginal walls would squeeze the ginger, leading to even stronger stimulation.
“Hng... Kh-hng!!.. H-ha..!... P-please...!... Kh-aaaaah...”
But Laplace had no intention of listening to my advice; instead, she tensed her body even more.
‘This is going to be really hard for her... Well, ginger is good for your health, so it should be fine, right?’
Thinking that I was looking after her health while building our relationship of trust...
Thrust—!
“Ha.. H-hng.... Kh-hieeeeeeee—?!!!”
I inserted the ginger deep into Laplace’s pussy.