Chapter 77: It's 'Common Sense' for the Imperial Princess to Become an Onahole (4)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 77: It's 'Common Sense' for the Imperial Princess to Become an Onahole (4)[R-18]
Ever since I saw ‘Magical Girl Urara’ in the Gallery, I thought I had always been searching for a ‘Dominator’ who would lead me to my destruction.
But did I truly, sincerely desire destruction?
In the end, I was just a spectator enjoying the circus from the safety of the stands. Because I was sitting a few rows ahead of everyone else, hadn't I just deluded myself into thinking I craved ‘destruction’?
—I am the Imperial Princess.
—I am a Blessed One.
—I am Laplace Mapleflower.
Because of those facts, it seemed that deep down, I believed that no matter how much of a Dominator he was, he would never cross the final line.
However...
Thwack—!
The Dominator was a far greater madman than I had ever imagined.
“Why!!! Why won't you listen!!! Why are you making me the bad guy?!! Huh? Do you want me to be a bad person? I told you I’d make you feel good so you could live like the Onahole you are!!!!”
“Guh!... H-hngh!.. H-hie!... H-ah!.. H-aaah..!!.. S-spare... spare me!!.. Sob!”
My trembling wouldn't stop at the sight of the Dominator acting as if lines simply didn't exist.
No, I should have known he was a lunatic from the start.
Just to avoid being expelled from the Academy, he would unhesitatingly assault, rape, and threaten the Imperial Princess?
It wasn't something a sane person could do.
Shhh—
That was why, when the blade touched my neck, I realized it for certain.
“Guh!... H-hngh!... Mmph!!... H-haaa..!!”
Whether I am the Imperial Princess or a Blessed One, it means nothing to the Dominator.
The Dominator was truly the kind of man who saw me as nothing more than a tool to satisfy his sexual desire.
“Is that so? I thought as much.”
I had met quite a few criminals in my life, but I had never felt madness like this before.
“You’d rather be my Onahole than live as ‘Laplace,’ wouldn't you?”
...Surprisingly, those words weren't a threat; they were a question.
The Dominator truly, sincerely believed that I desired to be an ‘Onahole’ more than I wanted to live as ‘Laplace.’
Clink— Clink—! Shhh—
“...You’d better relax.”
After the terrifying sound of metal clashing against metal, the Dominator whispered.
“Ha.. h-hngh.... G-guuuhh────?!!!”
Squelch—!
Something rough entered my pussy.
Judging by the size, it was definitely not the Dominator’s cock, which made me even more afraid.
—Just what on earth did he put inside me?
“....”
“A... Aaah!!.. Mmph!!... N-no!... Take it out!.. Please take it out!!. H-ah, h-ngh!!.. H-hie!!”
In the Dominator’s silence, all sorts of terrifying imaginings filled my head.
After about ten seconds had passed...
I still didn't know ‘what’ he had put in, but I understood ‘why’ he had put it there.
“Hie!!.. H-aaah!.. Aaah!!.. I-it hurts!!.. It hurts!!.. No, no!! No!!”
How could I describe this pain?
It wasn't an unbearable level of pain, but the agony of not knowing what it was terrified me.
After another ten seconds, a different sensation surged forth.
“─G-guuuh-hieeeek!?!”
The itchiness I felt in my pussy was so intense it made the previous pain feel like a joke; it was enough to drive me insane.
“Ha.. H-aaah!!.. G-guuuh!!... I-it itches!!.. It itches!!!.. Hie!!.. Ian-nim!!... Aaah!. Ian-niiim!!!”
Thump—! Thump—!
No matter how much I thrashed my body, the ‘foreign object’ showed no sign of coming out.
“See? I told you it would be better to relax, didn't I?”
“Guh, h-hngh!!.. H-haaa..!... P-please!..!!.. G-guuuh!!... H-ngh, aaaaah!!”
There was no way I could relax amidst such itchiness and pain.
Instead, I resented my pussy for tightening even harder the more I tried to focus.
“P-please!... P-please!... Guh-ack!.. Take it out...!!... Take it out!!.. I said take it out!!!.. H-ngh!!... P-pleaaaase!!... A.. Aaah!... I’m going crazy!.. Ian-nim..!!.. Sob!”
Itch— Itch— Itch—
I wanted to thrust something into my pussy right this second to relieve this itch, but the ropes binding my body showed no sign of snapping.
“G-haaaa!!.. H-aaaaah...!!.. It itches!.. It itches!!... Hieeeek!!”
I felt like I was losing my mind.
I couldn't believe that these pathetic ropes, which I could burn away with even the most basic magic, were the things restraining me.
Creeeeeak—!!!
Furthermore, in my blinded state, my heightened sense of hearing accurately identified an ominous sound.
‘H-hngh!... G-guuuh-ack!!... N-no...!... No..!!!’
At this rate, I really would be ‘destroyed.’
I had told the Dominator that it would take about five hours to recover from mana depletion, but in truth, I had even padded that number.
Until now, the average time it took for my mana to recover was about four hours.
However...
In this state, it felt like it would take eight hours—double the time—just to barely recover.
‘Eight hours..?’
I have to wait eight hours in this state just to escape?
That in itself was despairing enough, but...
“G-guuuh!!... H-ha.. h-aaaaah!.. N-no!!. No!!... N-no!!.. Hieeeek!”
What was even more despairing was the pleasure slowly filling my body.
Vroooom—!!
I had momentarily forgotten it, masked by the itchiness and pain, but pleasure was being etched into my clitoris by a constant vibration.
“Ah!... Aaah!.. H-ha!.. N... No!♥... I don't want to cum!.... G-haaaaaah!!♥♥”
Pain, itchiness, pleasure.
The three sensations felt in my private parts mixed together, turning my brain into mush.
‘N... No..!.. I’m... I’m cumming!!♥’
Squelch! Splurt—!!
I tried to hold it back somehow, but...
This was a torture that a ‘female’ could not endure.
Because of the stamina draining away every time I climaxed, I no longer had the confidence to recover my mana even in eight hours.
“Ah... Ngh..!!.. G-g-guuuh!!.♥... Ha.. H-ngh!!.. A-ah!!♥”
Moreover, my sensitized body told me that the next climax would come even sooner.
‘...N-no...♥ I can't... recover..!’
At this rate, I didn't have the confidence to recover my mana no matter how much time was given.
‘D... Days?... Sob...!!.. Just how many days... will it take... for them to find me?’
They probably wouldn't look for me for about a day, even if I didn't contact them.
It was common for me to be away for a day without a word.
Still, if I didn't attend lectures for about three days, they would realize something was wrong....
‘Ah...’
At that moment, a wave of despair washed over me as I belatedly realized the reality.
It was certain.
Even after three days, no one would come looking for me.
Previously, when I was holed up in the training room for about a week doing ‘Justice Training’ with the Disciplinary Committee’s prospective Onaholes, the Imperial Palace had sent a search party.
At that time, I had sent the search party back with an order not to interfere with ‘Justice Training’ in the future.
Shiver—!!
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine.
‘Sob... N-no way... H-ha... Did he... calculate that far?.. Ah...!.. H-aaah!’
Why did the Dominator insist that I get angry in front of the prospective Onaholes before going to the training room?
Wasn't it a tactic to make the words ‘Justice Special Training’ come naturally out of my mouth?
...No, it was certain he had calculated it.
Even when he first raped me, the Dominator had hidden his perfect calculations beneath a mask of clumsiness.
Twitch— Twitch—
I felt another climax approaching from the pleasure that had built up before I knew it.
“Guh!♥... Sob!... Ngh!... I-it itches!♥... Sob!... It hurts.... Aaaah!!..♥ N.. No!.. I-I’m...!! Cumming!♥”
Just how far back did the Dominator’s plan go?
I don't know.
Someone like me couldn't even begin to guess the Dominator’s plan.
The only thing that was certain was...
Splurt—! Splu-splurt—!
“Guh!... A.. Ah-hngh!!♥ It itches... It itches!.. A.. H-ack!!.. I’m... I’m!... Cumming again!♥.. I’m cumming!!♥... H-ngh-aaah!!♥♥”
I was no longer a spectator of the circus.
‘What is this... it’s scary...’
I expected Laplace to be sensitive, but I didn't think she’d be this sensitive.
At first, I intended to leave her alone for about 4 to 5 hours, but...
At this rate, it seemed I could move on to ‘Completion of Trust’ after just a little more torment.
‘...Still, she seems to be struggling too much.’
Seeing her in such pain made my heart ache, so I decided to help her out just a little.
“Why... won't you listen?”
“H-hie...♥ H-hie... Guh-hngh♥”
“I told you to be quiet... I said all you had to do was be quiet... I said I’d make you feel good if you did... that I’d make you an Onahole!!!”
Thud—!
“...Ugh!!..♥... G-guuuh!!♥... I-it hurts!!!♥”
“Why do you!! Keep talking!!”
Thud—! Thud—!
When I tested it on myself, the pain was much greater than the itchiness...
But perhaps because Laplace’s body was so lewd, the itchiness seemed stronger than the pain, so I was balancing it out with the pain of belly punches.
Of course, since Laplace was currently unable to use ‘Judgment,’ I put much less strength into my fists than usual.
“G-haaa.... It hurts.!!... It itches...!!♥... Guh-hngh♥... G-guuuh-hieeeek!!♥♥”
Thud—! Splurt—!!
The moment she took the fourth belly punch, Laplace climaxed.
‘Hmm... the effort was worth it!’
Ever since I accidentally raped Laplace, I had been practicing hitting the punching bag at home with less force rather than more.
It wasn't easy to change a workout habit that had lasted over a decade, but for the sake of World Peace and Laplace’s uterine health, I had to put in this much effort.
Slither—
“Oh...♥!... H-ngh!!...... H-hieee!♥”
While Laplace’s body went limp from the climax, I pulled the ginger out of her pussy.
“..H-ngh....♥ G-gu.... Th-thank you...♥ Th-thank you.. Ian-nim... Ah.,.. H-hie.... Ah.... G-ha!.. Guh-hngh♥”
"...."
I felt bad for Laplace as she expressed her gratitude, but I hadn't pulled it out because of her pleading.
Scrape— Scrape—
It was about time for the ginger juice to dry up, so I was carving the ginger again to let the juice flow.
“Does it itch?”
“Guh!... H-hngh!... Th-thank... you.... Sob...”
“...I’m asking you. Does it itch!!”
“Hie...!!... H-hie.. Y-yes.... I-it itches!!.. It itches!!!”
“Where? Here?”
Squish—!
I thrust the ginger back into Laplace’s pussy and scratched her weak spot.
“H-ngh!!♥.. H-hieeee!♥♥... G-guuuh-hngh!♥”
“Does it itch here?”
“H-ha..♥. H-aaaaah!!!..♥.... Y-yes!!♥.. Th-there!♥.. H-ngh!!♥... It itches..!!.♥.. Hieeeek!♥.. Th-thank you!!♥... For scratching it!♥... It’s good.. It’s good!!!♥.. I feel gooood!♥”
Squelch—! Squelch—!
Perhaps because she felt the pleasure of her vaginal walls being scratched and the relief of the itchiness at the same time, Laplace came easily, over and over again.
“H-ha...!!♥ H-aaaaah!!..♥.. Hieeeek!!♥... H-ngh!!♥”
Of course, it was only a temporary relief.
“Ah?.. H-ack?!♥..!.. G-g-guuuh..!.. W-wait.. Hieeeek!!♥”
The fact that a specific area was particularly itchy meant that the area was that much more sensitive.
Since I had concentrated the ginger juice on such a sensitive spot...
“Ha... Aaaaaaaah!!!♥... Ha.. H-aaah!!..♥ I-it itches!!.. It itches!!.♥.. I-Ian-nim!! Ian-nim!!.. S-save♥.. Save me!!.. Sob..!!♥ P-please.. let me scratch it!!♥... Hieeeek!!.. I-I’ll do it!!!♥.. I’ll do anything!!..♥ P-please!!♥... My p-pussy!.♥.. G-guh.. let me scratch it!!♥”
It was only natural that she was thrashing more violently than before.
“...What? You weren't planning on doing anything until now? I thought you were?”
“G-haaa-hngh!!..♥ Aaaaaaaah!!♥♥... N-no.. No!!..♥ This..♥ I’m going crazy!!♥.. I’m really... going crazy!!!!♥.. Sob!!♥”
“Sigh... I hate liars more than anything in the world...”
Step— Step— Creeeeeak—!
When I made the sound of opening the door as if I were leaving in disappointment...
“D-don't go!!.♥. Sob!!... Please don't... go!!!..♥ P-please.. please...!!♥.... Ah... S-save me!!♥.. Hie!!.. Please!!♥”
Thump—! Thump—! Bang—!!
Laplace, who had fallen over while still tied to the chair from struggling so hard, pleaded in a cracked voice.
“Sob!!..♥ N-no!.. H-h-hngh!.♥.... I-it... itches!..♥.. P... P... Please!!... Sob..!♥ D... Don't... go...♥ Please!... Sob!♥... I-Ian-nim...!... I’ll d-die...!.. I’ll die..♥... I’m... really... going to die!♥”
“Why? ...Don't you want to die?”
“H-hie..♥... N-no.. I don't want to!...♥... I don't want... to die!... I hate dying..!!♥.. I-it’s... not a lie..!!.. I... I’m really... f-forever...♥ as an Onahole♥... even if you use me.... it’s okay!!..♥.. D-don't... k-kill me...♥.. Please save me!!..♥ Hieeeek!!♥♥”
Psssssh—
As Laplace pleaded for her ‘life’ while even wetting herself, I had a premonition.
Finally, she was ready to build ‘True Trust.’