Won't You Park It In Me Today As Well?
"Park it in me." Today as well? The sticky, honeyed voice tickled my ear. What the hell is this…? Standing before me was a woman of such breathtaking beauty she hardly seemed real. Even in the dim light, her silver hair gleamed with an almost blinding radiance. Between those strands, a pair of eyes sparkled with seductive allure. The Dark Princess Violetta was devastatingly beautiful today, just like every other day.
"Hmm? Why are you reacting like that?" The woman, whose beauty made her seem like she didn't belong in this world, stared straight at me. Her gaze was so sensual I felt like I might be sucked right into those quartz-purple eyes at any moment.
"…Ugh?" I hurriedly averted my gaze. Those eyes could enchant anyone who looked too long. Yesterday, the Holy Sword had probably protected me from her charm.
"Don't tell me you don't want to park it in me today?" The moment I turned my head, Violetta let out a playful voice. Her appearance was as noble as a goddess, yet the words that came out of her mouth were utterly vulgar. And it wasn't just her speech. Her behavior was far from anything befitting the imperial family.
─Thump.
"……?!" My vision suddenly plunged downward. A white valley filled my sight. At the same time, a soft, cushiony sensation enveloped my face. When I came to my senses, I realized my face was buried in the princess's chest.
"Mmm~. You have no problem parking your face and nose in there, so why the sudden change?" A sweet scent wafted from Violetta's embrace. It was so intoxicating I wanted to keep my nose buried there forever. Her body temperature, however, was ice-cold. As expected of a reptile. No human warmth at all.
"Your jokes are going too far, Your Highness." That alien sensation helped me regain my sanity.
"Who's joking? I want you to park it in me like yesterday."
"No, that's exactly why I'm asking you to stop using that kind of language. What if someone hears you?" I clicked my tongue and hastily pulled my face from her chest. But Violetta wouldn't let me go so easily. She stepped forward the exact distance I retreated, closing the gap until my back hit the wall and I could retreat no further.
"Stop acting all innocent." She pressed in close again, flashing those seductive eyes. Then, like a predator cornering its prey, she slammed her hand against the wall with a loud thud, cutting off my escape.
"…You've been staring at my breasts this whole time, haven't you?" With those words, Violetta loosened her clothes even more. The buttons of her shirt popped off with a soft snap. If she undid any more, the garment would lose all function.
"……."
Gulp.
I had no idea where to look.
"Hehe, so you're still a male after all?" When I turned my gaze away once more, Violetta let out a soft laugh, as if she'd just won a bet. Any hope of her returning to normal was gone. She was even worse today than yesterday. At this rate, I was starting to wonder if that curse of hers had actually been keeping her personality somewhat restrained until now.
"You don't have to feel embarrassed. You're fully qualified to stare directly at my breasts." Still, she looked genuinely pleased. The bored, indifferent expression from yesterday was nowhere to be seen.
"Please don't misunderstand. It was only because Your Highness suddenly came so close that I had no choice."
"Really? But it's true that you were mesmerized by my full, soft breasts, isn't it?"
"Any normal male would have reacted the same way in front of Your Highness."
I responded just enough to keep up with her teasing and subtly slid sideways. I had no desire to keep playing along with the princess's relentless games. I couldn't help but feel sorry for all the predecessors who must have suffered through this.
"Good. So you're not impotent. You pass."
"……."
Her nonsense showed no signs of stopping. She followed me around like a puppy, constantly teasing. It was as if she took pleasure in watching me squirm. Was she simply bored? Or was this what happened when a future evil dragon got playful? Either way, she was frighteningly good at toying with people. If I stayed like this, I'd clearly get caught up in her pace again.
"By the way, how is your body feeling?" I needed to change the subject before things got any worse.
"Thanks to you, it's much better."
"That's a relief. Then I'll bring you something to eat, so just wait a moment—"
"I don't need food. I need something else right now."
"And what would that be?" Damn. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.
"I told you at the very beginning, didn't I? Park it in my chest again, just like yesterday." The playfulness vanished from Violetta's face. In a serious tone, she commanded me once more. She wanted me to stab her heart with the Holy Sword. This wasn't some prank meant to mess with me. She genuinely craved my touch.
"I can't do that. You're already feeling better, so why would I stab your chest?"
"It's only improved compared to before. I never said I was completely cured."
"Even so, I refuse."
"What? Why? Are you defying the words of a princess?"
I rejected her firmly. I had no desire to go through the same humiliation as yesterday. If I could actually injure her with the Holy Sword, that would be one thing. But I saw no reason to do anything that would benefit the future dragon who would swallow the world.
"It's not that I'm defying you, but…"
"Then why won't you do it? Yesterday you parked it in me all on your own without any order."
"I don't want to be misunderstood again like yesterday. I'm already away from my post long enough as it is."
I offered what I thought were reasonable arguments. But Violetta wasn't the type to accept them easily.
"Ah, if that's the problem, there's no issue at all."
"Pardon?"
"Wait here a moment."
She flung the door open and stepped outside.
"Hey! You two over there!" She called out to the patrol unit that happened to be passing by in the corridor.
"I'm going to be in the bedroom with Armand for a while, so if you open the door without permission like yesterday, you really will die, understand?"
"???"
Insane. She spat out words that were practically begging to be misunderstood. In trying to prevent one misunderstanding, she'd created an even bigger one. Was this because she was born a dragonkin? She was no ordinary madwoman.
"There. How's that? Now it's fine, right? No uninvited guests will barge in like yesterday." Violetta returned with the door closed behind her, looking immensely pleased with herself. She resembled a little girl begging for praise after doing a good job.
Ha. At this point, I had no way left to refuse. I was completely helpless against the princess's sudden actions.
"…Understood."
"Hehe, you should have said that from the start."
"Do you still feel something lingering in your chest?" Resigned, I drew the Holy Sword. If she wanted it that badly, I'd just have to give it to her. Who knows? Now that the precursor symptoms of her illness—or curse—had weakened, maybe this time it would actually hurt her.
"It still feels a bit uncomfortable. But it's definitely much fainter compared to before."
"I see. By the way, may I ask exactly what kind of illness this is?" A question had suddenly occurred to me. Since it had interfered with my assassination attempt, it might do so again in the future. It wouldn't hurt to gather information in advance.
"It's a terrible curse. Not only does it make my body hurt so much I can barely control it—like yesterday—but it also drives everyone around me insane."
"It affects the people around you as well?" I asked as I reached to unsheathe the Holy Sword.
"Yes. Like this."
"──?!" My gaze was suddenly forced upward. Violetta had grabbed my chin and pulled it toward her. I found myself staring directly into the purple eyes said to bewitch anyone who looked into them.
"So? Don't you feel like going crazy and pushing me down to love me?"
"…What?" I had no time to react. Violetta brought her face even closer. Any farther and our lips would touch.
"How does it feel? I thought if it was you, it might be okay…"
Whether I answered or not, Violetta didn't stop advancing.
The dragonkin's breath brushes against Armand.
The distance between their lips narrows.
As though they might overlap at any second—.
What a truly fascinating man. Violetta continued to gaze into Armand's eyes. She had deliberately left just enough distance for him to close the gap himself if he fell for her charm.
"Don't say such ridiculous things. I am merely your escort knight." Yet even while looking into those eyes, Armand did not lunge forward. Instead, he turned his head and pulled away. There wasn't the slightest hint of favor in his actions. Which meant that, just like yesterday, he remained unaffected by the princess's bewitchment.
"Am I that unappealing? I thought you said you weren't impotent?"
"Your Highness is undoubtedly beautiful. But you are not to my taste."
"Not 'Your Highness.' Call me 'miss.'"
"Ah, right. Miss. In any case, my answer remains the same."
Armand drew a clear line with decisive words. To him, the princess was nothing more than an assassination target. There was no room for personal feelings.
"How interesting. One of the main symptoms has vanished completely—"
"Wait, were you experimenting on me?"
"And how can you so bluntly tell a princess she isn't your type? That was extremely rude, you know?" Violetta clicked her tongue in mock scolding. But that was all—she never showed any real displeasure. She was strangely lenient toward Armand.
"Ah, my apologies. I retract that statement. It was thoughtless of me."
"Hmph. That's not enough."
"Pardon? Then what would—"
"Do I really have to spell it out? Hurry up and park it in me. That's all I want." Seizing the opportunity, Violetta flopped onto the bed with a thud. Her half-unbuttoned top fluttered, barely covering her breasts.
"Then I suppose I have no choice." Armand drew the Holy Sword. To end this situation, he had to satisfy the princess.
"…But didn't it hurt last time?"
"Not at all. It actually felt refreshing. I want to feel that sensation again."
"What exactly did it feel like?" Muttering Is this really okay? to himself, Armand climbed on top of her, gripping the Holy Sword vertically.
"The feeling of being alive."
"Excuse me?"
"Maybe because your aura seeps into my heart, but it feels chilling and electrifying."
Haah—. Recalling yesterday's sensation, Violetta let out a heated moan. It seemed pointless to ask any more questions; normal answers were clearly off the table. Armand shook his head at her behavior and raised the small Holy Sword.
"Then I'll proceed."
"Good. Hurry."
Violetta spread her arms toward him, her face flushed with anticipation as she begged to be pierced. So my aura and the Holy Sword's divine power actually saved the princess? They even alleviated her precursor symptoms. In that case, what would happen if he didn't infuse the blade with aura?
The thought suddenly crossed his mind. A blade wrapped in aura had no effect on a dragon. But what if he simply drove a plain sword into her heart?
…It might actually work.
Since things had come to this, Armand decided to use the moment for a second assassination attempt. Even if it failed again, it didn't matter. This was the perfect opportunity to test what kind of power worked on a dragonkin. Still, ending it cleanly in one strike would be best.
─Thrust!
The Holy Sword raised high came stabbing down. Unlike yesterday, there was no aura or holy power coating the blade—just cold, naked steel touching the left side of the princess's chest.
The result—
"What are you doing right now?"
"…Huh?"
Shockingly, the Holy Sword failed to pierce Violetta's seemingly soft bare skin. It was as if it had been blocked by dragon scales. Even though he'd put considerable force behind the strike, not even a small bruise remained on her skin. Her breasts were impossibly soft and elastic.
"I-I'm sorry. I must have been nervous and made a mistake."
"Mmm~. How cute. Even an elite of the elite Imperial Guard makes mistakes?" Fortunately, Violetta's reaction was indifferent. She was remarkably forgiving of the error. There was only one reason for that—she had taken a liking to Armand.
"Anyway, can you do it properly this time?" She even smiled sweetly, her expression clearly saying she couldn't wait to be run through by the Holy Sword.
"…Understood." Fuck. Another failure.
─Squelch!
This time, the Holy Sword infused with holy power and aura sank precisely into the princess's heart.
"Haaaa…♡"
Violetta let out an ecstatic sound.
Damn it. I couldn't assassinate her, and now look at what I'm doing—.
Meanwhile, all Armand could do was swallow a sigh.