Chapter 78: It's 'Common Sense' for the Imperial Princess to Become an Onahole (5)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 78: It's 'Common Sense' for the Imperial Princess to Become an Onahole (5)[R-18]
“H-heee... ♥... No... I hate it!... ♥... I don't... want to die!... I-I don't want to die..!! ♥... I-I'm not... lying..!!.. I... I'm really... ♥ okay with being used as an onahole ♥... for the rest of my life!!.. ♥.. P-please... don't... ♥ kill me.. ♥.. Please save me!!.. ♥ Kh-heeeek!! ♥♥”
It was only when death was staring me in the face that I realized it.
I never actually desired destruction.
I was just drunk on the image of myself pretending to desire it.
“Why? Do you not want to die?”
Step— step—
“Kh-heee... h-huu... ha... uwaaa!!.. h-huuuu...!”
As the footsteps of the Dominator approached me again, tears burst forth.
It wasn't out of fear, but relief.
The relief that I didn't have to die such a painful, ugly death.
Shhh—
“Open your eyes.”
“Kh-heek!... Ugh!... Th-thank you!.... Th-thank you!... Kh-heek...! Th-thank you... for sparing me!... Thank you...”
As the blindfold was removed and I looked upon the Dominator’s face...
An emotion I had never felt before surged from deep within me.
Slurp—!
“....”
“Kh-hee!.. Th-thank!... Oh-kkh-uoot!! ♥”
As I thanked him over and over, the Dominator pulled out the ‘foreign object’ that had been inside my pussy and showed it to me.
“...Wow, just how much did you piss yourself? It’s soaking wet.”
“H-huu!... Kh-heek... I-I’m sorry... I’m sorry.. kh-heek..!”
Ginger.
Should I be glad that the thing that terrified me so much was just ginger?
Or should I be miserable that I pissed myself over a mere piece of ginger?
No, it was neither.
The Dominator, who had made me realize my own foolishness with nothing more than a piece of ginger, was simply magnificent.
“..Ha... kh-heek!...! Huu!... kh-hee..!.. It itches... h-huu!”
Of course, knowing what it was didn't make the itching go away.
The fear of the unknown object had vanished, but an almost unbearable itch remained.
“H-huu!.... Ugh!... kh-huu..!”
...Still, I didn't want to open my mouth recklessly and cause another irreversible situation.
Plunge—! Scratch—! Scratch—!
“─H-kh-heeeeeeek!! ♥ A-ah-aat!! ♥”
At that moment, the Dominator inserted his fingers into my pussy and began to scratch.
“A-ah-aat!.. I-I’m cumming!!... H-huaaa!! ♥.. Ah!!.. I-I’m cu-hu-haaat!! ♥... Ooh!!... I’m already cumming..!! ♥ But I’m... cumming again!! ♥”
It felt as if he already had a perfect grasp of my body; his touch scratched exactly where it itched without me having to say a word, making me feel like my mind was going to break.
But...
‘Ah.. h-huaa ♥.. kh-heee..!!. ♥. kh-heek... P-please!. ♥.. Ian-nim... a-ah... inside ♥... j-just a little... more... inside!! ♥’
Scratch—! Scratch—! Slurp—
His fingers pulled out without ever scratching the ‘innermost part’ where it itched the most.
“...Ha ♥... h-huu!.. Ugh..!”
A groan of regret almost escaped me, but I desperately held it back, fearing I might offend the Dominator.
“...Suck it.”
“Ah..!.. H-huu!... Y-yes! ♥... I-I’ll suck it!.. Ch-chup... chup.. ♥”
The Dominator’s fingers, covered in my vaginal fluids, tasted salty and fishy.
“Ch-chup.. ♥. Ch-chup.. ♥. Ha... h-huaa... I-Ian-nim ♥... your fingers... taste delicious... Ch-chup! ♥”
As I licked his fingers, acting as charmingly as I possibly could...
Swish—! Slash─!
The Dominator swung the kitchen knife he was holding toward me.
“Hi-hiiiik!!... Kh-uaaa!!...... Eh?... Ah?... H-huaa?”
“....”
Contrary to my thought that my body would be cut, only my right arm, which had been bound by rope, was set free.
‘...W-why?’
Why did he suddenly let me go?
Was it okay for me to move now?
Is this a test?
Even as my thoughts raced, the realization that I could use my hand made the inside of my pussy ache with an even more intense itch.
“Ha...! Kh-heek...! Ha.... kh-huaa...!... Ugh!”
As I sat there not knowing what to do...
Slide—
Kindly, the Dominator moved my right hand between my legs and spoke.
“Ha, it’s fine to poke your pussy.”
“...Ah!... H-huu..!.... Th-thank you!!... U-huaat!!.... Thank you!!... Ugh!... H-huoot!!... He-euu!... Kh-heeeek!!.... O-onahole...!... P-pussy.. poking..!.... I-I’m doing it!!.. Kh-heeeek!!”
Squish—! Squish—!
It feels good.
It feels good. It feels good.
It feels good. It feels good. It feels good. It feels good. It feels good, but...
It’s not enough!!
“Kh-hee...! Wh-why...!!.. Kh-heek..!. I-it’s different!... Th-this is... no!... Ah!.. H-huaaat!!”
The reason for the insufficiency was clear the moment I looked at the Dominator’s hand.
The Dominator’s hand, so large and strong compared to mine, seemed to clearly demonstrate the difference between ‘male’ and ‘female.’
Gulp—
I knew it instinctively.
Once I had felt the Dominator’s fingers, no matter how much I poked my own pussy, I could never be satisfied.
“Kh-heek.... I-Ian-nim!.... A... h-huaa... a-ah..!”
Even though I knew it was presumptuous, unable to bear the ‘itch’ and the ‘pleasure,’ I opened my mouth...
“...Why?”
The Dominator wore a smile, as if he had known this would happen.
“P-pussy!.. Kh-heek!... Th-this onahole bitch..!... The inside of my p-pussy.. is itching!.. B-but... my fingers... can’t reach..!”
“And?”
“Ha... h-huaa!... Kh-heek...! I-Ian-nim!... P-please!!”
As I bowed my head to beg the Dominator...
Clatter—!
“Ah...! H-huu.. kh-heeeek..!!”
Only then did I realize that even after my right arm was freed, instead of trying to untie the rest of me, I had been focused solely on poking my pussy.
“I-Ian-nim...!.. Ha-ahuaa!!.. P-please!... Onahole... pussy!!.. Kh-heek!... P-please poke it!... With Ian-nim’s... fingers!... It’s a... d-dirty... pussy, but..!.. Kh-heek... p-please...”
“...You stupid bitch.”
“Ah... u-uaa..!... H-kh-heek!... Yes!... Y-yes!... I-I am... a stupid bitch!... So please.. h-huu!... Kh-heeeeeeek!! ♥”
Squish—!! Squish—!!
As expected, the Dominator’s hand felt incomparably better than my own.
“Ah.. ♥ H-huaaaaat!!... ♥ Kh-heek!... A-ah-ah!.. ♥... Wh-why!! ♥ Wh-y-y-y!! ♥”
...But even this time, he still didn't reach the innermost part.
-You stupid bitch.
The Dominator’s words weren't just meant to demean me.
‘H-huat!! ♥.. St-stupid..!... I... I’m a st-stupid bitch!!.. Kh-heek...!!’
I was being insulted because I had truly acted like a fool.
If an onahole was going to be presumptuous enough to beg...
I should have begged for his ‘cock’ from the very beginning, not his fingers.
‘Ah... ♥ Kh-heek..!! ♥... Wh-what do I do..!.. Kh-hua! ♥’
The Dominator had already shown mercy once; would he overlook it if I begged again?
Or would he decide I was being arrogant this time and leave me tied up and abandoned?
“Fingers aren't enough, are they?”
“Ah...! H-h-huu!.... Kh-heek!... I-Ian-nim!....”
“You want me to poke even deeper than this, don't you?”
Zip—
Having said that, the Dominator lowered his pants.
“Hua!... Ah!... Ah...!”
I learned that the mark of a superior male can silence a female by its mere presence.
“What? You don't need a cock?”
“Kh-heek!!.. ♥ N-no!!!!.. I n-need it!!!... Please..!!. Please!!.. He-ek..!!... Onahole pussy!!... P-please poke it!!.. I-Ian-nim!!... With your cock!!.. Kh-heek... poke it!!... If this keeps up!!... I... I... I’ll b-break... I can’t take it.. p-please..!... Kh-heeeek!!”
Grip—!
Did he not like my begging?
“Break, huh... ”
The Dominator, grabbing a handful of my hair, whispered softly.
“But... you wanted ‘destruction,’ didn't you?”
“....Kh-heup?!!”
I couldn't breathe.
Just how much did the Dominator know?
No matter how outstanding one's abilities were, was this within the realm of human calculation?
Hadn't it been the same in the Gallery?
The Dominator knew, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, that the ‘Magical Girl of Justice ■’ was ‘Laplace Mapleflower.’
Something that couldn't be expressed through calculation...
The Dominator’s ability, as if he knew everything.
‘───Ah.’
Why had I only realized it now?
The Dominator was a ‘Blessed One.’
And one with an incredible blessing that couldn't even be compared to my ‘Judgment.’
Could it only be rivaled by the ‘Foresight’ the former Saintess was said to possess?
No...
Even ‘Foresight’ was said to be only seeing fragments of the future.
Mere ‘Foresight’ could never accomplish what the Dominator did, playing with the entire world in the palm of his hand.
If I were to dare give a name to the blessing the Dominator possessed, wouldn't it have to be ‘Omniscience’?
‘...J-just... how many...’
I couldn't even imagine how many people he was deceiving.
No, since even I hadn't noticed the Dominator’s ‘Omniscience’ until this very moment, everything must have been nothing but a mask.
I was certain.
The moment the Dominator reveals his true nature, the Empire will crumble in an instant.
“He...!... H-hehe....!... He.. hehe-het!!”
“....”
At this point, laughter leaked out.
I had acted so smugly in front of the Dominator, who knew me better than I knew myself—how ridiculous I must have looked.
To the Dominator, I was truly nothing more than a ‘stupid onahole’ less than human.
Did that girl ‘Evelyn’ know this true side of the Dominator?
‘No... she probably doesn't.’
If she had realized the Dominator’s greatness, she could never act that way.
—Only I know what lies behind the Dominator’s mask.
The moment I realized that, an ecstasy that surged from my mind spread throughout my entire body.
‘...I-I have to be the first apostle!’
It wasn't that I desired power.
As long as I could be by the Dominator’s side, it didn't matter if I was an onahole, livestock, or furniture.
...But when the Dominator eventually takes off his mask.
I couldn't bear the thought of some ‘female’ who couldn't even comprehend how great a being the Dominator is receiving more favor than me.
Tighten—
‘Ha...’
Just imagining that situation brought a cold clarity back to my mind.
And that clarity moved my hand.
‘Ah! Ian-nim...!’
Feeling ‘reverence’ for the Dominator, who had placed even the kitchen knife—which seemed to have been discarded carelessly—within my reach.
Swish— Slash— Slash—
I cut all the ropes binding my body, knelt before the Dominator, clasped my hands together, and spoke with all my heart.
“...Great... Ian-nim... I... will offer... everything... of Laplace... Mapleflower.. so... please.... allow... this... stupid... onahole... to... serve... Ian-nim...”
“....”
I was someone who lacked the qualifications to even serve Ian-nim, but I simply prayed with desperate longing.
“Raise your head...”
“....”
Was it a rejection?
Or permission?
I couldn't tell.
The Dominator is someone who sees much more even when looking at the same thing, and whose every word contains countless intentions.
For someone like me to even try to guess his intentions was an act of profanity.
Stroke— Stroke—
“Good girl.”
“...Ah?”
As the Dominator’s hand touched my head, stroking me like a pet, the world turned completely black.
‘Ah! ♥... A-aat!... H-hua! ♥... H-huaaaaa!! ♥♥’
To treat me, who is nothing but a ‘stupid onahole,’ as a ‘pet’!
What a merciful person he is!
“Th.... thank you!... Thank you!... I will... serve you for the rest of my life!.... For the rest of my life... until I die!.. No... even after I die!... I will... serve... only Ian-nim!.. Ah... u-uaa!... Kh-heek... th-thank you!!”
Stroke— Stroke—
Feeling the Dominator’s touch, I made a vow in my heart.
My love.
My light.
My soul.
My life.
My joy.
My dream.
My rest.
My God.
...My eternal Dominator.