Chapter 24
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Hellish Interrogation
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24.
It was hell.
The woman couldn't regain her senses amid a hell unlike any she'd ever experienced.
Drug the drinks to knock him out, then rape the Crown Prince.
In case the plan failed, preserve the precious seed separately for guaranteed success.
Then kidnap and imprison the Crown Prince.
Immediately frame the viscount to blackmail and coerce him.
Escape routes, mana-sealing restraints, and other preparations...
It was a dangerous scheme, so she'd prepared meticulously with support from her homeland.
The day the Crown Prince ventured out for his pilgrimage and came here.
She couldn't miss that chance.
"O-ohhh...!"
But didn't they say the world never goes according to plan?
She never imagined the Crown Prince's instincts would be so annoyingly sharp.
Because of that, the plan failed.
She ended up pinned against the wall, spewing filthy moans.
Her body trembled violently from the intense pleasure that felt like it was burning her brain.
Excessive pleasure turns to pain.
The woman learned that lesson in her own flesh.
"Shall I thrust a little deeper?"
Niu tilted his head, sitting across from her.
He'd used his hand so boldly, yet remained utterly calm.
"Yes. She still seems to have her wits about her."
Ekyon, standing beside Niu with arms crossed, muttered.
It was a gruesome sight to a noble lady's eyes, but she didn't blink.
On the contrary, as a noble, she regarded the scene with even colder, harsher eyes.
Because this was the enemy who'd tried to scheme against them.
"Then let's shove it in once more."
Niu brought the glowing rod in his hand to the woman's crotch.
It was what they called a dildo.
'No, no! Please, please stop...!'
The woman desperately wanted to scream, but no voice came out.
She was overwhelmed by the torturous pleasure and utterly exhausted.
Squish!
In the end, the dildo plunged deep into her pussy entrance.
Since he'd shoved it in over her clothes, part of her dress got caught up too.
"Hiiiiaaahhh...!"
A lewd cry burst from the exhausted woman's lips.
It was an instinctive wail from the pleasure scorching her inner cuntflesh.
Drip, drip, splatter.
A cool stream of liquid gushed from her soaked crotch.
In a world without computers, there were still search engines for information.
Grill and boil.
Grill meant searing with a hot iron.
Boil meant dunking their head in water to extract info.
The problem was they might report false facts.
You might not get the info at all, but even internet searches failed sometimes.
"O-oh... ohhoooooh!"
The woman pinned to the wall rolled her eyes back, spewing filthy moans.
Her thighs splayed wide trembled, and clear piss dribbled from her crotch.
This was the third time.
'She's breaking already.'
Her pretty dress was ruined.
Her neatly styled hair and face were twisted in an ugly mess.
In just ten minutes, she'd been utterly wrecked.
Her mouth was gagged with a bit of light, her limbs pinned to the wall with light restraints.
She looked like a taxidermied specimen.
"One more time?"
I muttered, shaking the white light dildo in my hand.
From its vicious glans shape to the surface bumps, length, and girth.
It was perfect as a sexual torture tool for ramming and scraping a woman's pussy.
The shop owner climaxing like a madwoman was proof.
"Your Highness. If I may overstep... we shouldn't torment her more here. She'll break too badly to even answer."
Antiope, standing beside me, replied in a trembling voice.
She only cared about the info, not the person even a fingernail's worth.
That's right. Utterly reliable.
"Then let's reset her sensitivity first. After all that scraping, she'll be ready to talk."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Antiope placed her hand on the woman's shoulder and lifted it.
It looked like a mere touch, but her sensitivity adjustment was complete.
I figured she wouldn't answer straight questions, so I tormented her first...
But will she talk properly now? I'm worried.
'Even though I did it, it's still amazing.'
Back in my timid daddy's girl days, I'd only fantasized about this, but doing it for real feels peaceful.
Must be the imperial education's influence, knowingly or not.
I extended my hand and sprinkled white light on the woman.
It was light to restore stamina depleted by exhaustion and recover her broken mind.
"Ah, uuum..."
As the light took hold, the owner's eyes unrolled, and she gradually regained her senses.
Her whites-only gaze returned to normal.
Spotting me, she let out a scared "Hic!"
"Don't scream. If you don't answer my questions, I'll make you like that again?"
Moderation is key in all things.
Excessive pleasure destroys people like drugs.
And she'd just lived through that destruction in real time.
She must have felt terror at her body going out of control.
"Y-yes!"
The woman nodded frantically in reply.
Good, things were going as expected.
"I have questions for the viscount too, so stay put. Don't make misunderstandings, or you might get a toy up your ass, got it?"
Before the interrogation, I'd waved the dildo gently while eyeing the viscount.
My way of warning him.
"Y-yes. I'll keep it in mind."
The viscount nodded, sweating bullets.
If he didn't want it up his ass, he'd behave.
"Good. Stay quiet and I won't harm you. Watch closely."
The warning worked, so I turned back to the woman.
Time for the questions I'd been waiting for.
"First one. Is the viscount on your side?"
"N-no. But... if things went smoothly, I planned to pull him in."
"How... Never mind. It'll come clear as she talks."
I suppressed my curiosity for now and asked the next.
"Next. Why try to drug us?"
"T-to get leverage over the imperial family. I'd heard the current Emperor dotes on the Crown Prince—no, Your Highness..."
"That's true."
No room for argument, so I nodded readily.
Antiope and Ekyon beside me nodded in silent agreement too.
"Who ordered it?"
Figuring out the blackmail form wouldn't mean much.
Her plan failed, so we just needed the mastermind.
"W-well..."
The woman, who'd seemed ready to answer anything, hesitated and fell silent.
Even under threat, this reaction meant a big fish.
How to make her talk?
Or what would put my mind at ease?
After a moment's thought, I chose the easiest path.
"Don't wanna say? Fine, don't. I'll just wreck you."
I shook the dildo, and Antiope stepped forward.
A signal she'd crank the pussy sensitivity back to 69x at my command.
The woman caught on, her whole body shuddering.
She looked utterly pitiful.
"N-no! I'll tell you!"
In the end, she yelled with bulging eyes after trembling violently.
Totally cowed by fear.
"Perfect. Who?"
"Th-the Queen of the North, bordering Ion."
For a moment, my eyes went wide.
I never imagined the Northern Queen popping up here.
'This is a shock.'
Just as Ion sent spies, neighbors did the same. Like black ops in modern times.
But digging one out myself felt different.
Exciting. Tense.
"I never thought it'd blow up this fast."
Ekyon muttered with a sigh.
Same thought, so I nodded silently.
"Yeah. Unbelievable."
"Still, thanks to Your Highness's instincts and wisdom, it ended smoothly. Truly impressive."
"I didn't do much. It's thanks to you all."
After a warm exchange, I locked eyes with the viscount.
Time for cleanup.
"Viscount. As you see, it's settled. Handle the aftermath?"
"Y-yes! Of course! I'll take care of it flawlessly!"
The seated viscount hunched his shoulders and shouted.
His disciplined posture evoked a fresh private.
"Handle this well. So I can trust you to the end. You get me?"
"I'll keep it in mind!"
"Good. You handle her, and confiscate this shop as foreign spy property."
"Pardon? Me?"
His eyes bulged.
It's in your territory, so you take it.
"Who else? It's your land."
"Your Highness handled everything, so shouldn't it go to you?"
"I have plenty of money. Easier if you take and manage it directly."
A shop this size? Better toss it to him to test loyalty.
From a management view too.
"But really clueless?"
"Y-yes, truly. I worked here five years, never a hint."
"Huh. Was she waiting just for me, or did good business make her bold?"
"I'll report on that too."
The viscount swallowed dryly.
I could clearly see his brain scrambling desperately.
"Frame this as our joint effort in the report. That's a reward too."
"Pardon?! Even merits?"
Merits for this building.
Too generous for a screw-up's compensation.
But merits were useless anyway.
No shit, and he'd auto-promote to emperor-rich.
'Just dump it all on him.'
Planting one weed in a dense forest won't show.
Better give generously, build goodwill.
Boosts loyalty and favorable eyes.
"I trust you. Do your best. Hidden manpower? Org structure? Dig it all. Can you?"
"Yes, possible!"
"Good."
I patted his shoulder and stood.
Not in a drinking mood, so inn time.
"Not drinking vibes, so I'll head out."
"Yes, Your Highness! Your grace is immense; I don't know how to repay."
He bowed rigidly.
Anyone'd think I was chewing him out.
"Loyalty to the imperial family repays it. If uneasy, supply travel goods and funds."
"Handled immediately on return! But the woman...?"
"Do as you like. Execute, play with, or make public toy."
Ah. I paused, glancing at Antiope.
"Antiope. Stick by the viscount a few days to help. Power's fine, but for surprises."
"Yes, Your Highness. Guards...?"
"Ekyon's here. And I'll hole up at the inn during investigation."
Antiope's eyes shook fiercely.
Holed up at inn meant constant with Ekyon.
In other words, mad rutting urges.
Ekyon realized too, eyes sparkling despite composure.
Quite expectant.
"...Yes, Your Highness."
Antiope composed herself, replying.
Feigning calm, but regret showed on her face.
Special reward after this.
"Take care. I'm off."
I left the shop with just Ekyon.
Viscount's courtesy: comfy carriage ride out too.
Arrived relaxed at the inn late night.
"Ekyon."
Sent the carriage off, met her eyes.
"Yes, Master."
"Write today's events in a letter to my mother. Not straight home—route it circuitously."
"Understood. I'll ensure the viscount doesn't catch on."
As expected.
No long explanations needed; they grasp intent instantly.
That's why you keep aides.
"Thanks."
Relieved, I opened the inn door.
Unexpected event tired me out; bed time.
Emperor Orpheus received a letter after ages.
Not from her son directly, but carrying his news.
Simple greetings to viscounty events and impressions.
Plenty of info.
She cross-checked with Viscount Drgol's audience report.
No discrepancies.
Distortion would've meant treason and beheading...
Fortunately, Viscount Drgol's loyalty was genuine.
'That child already wins hearts.'
A mere viscount, but noble is noble.
Proper rewards and tension secured it; praiseworthy.
"...Sigh."
The Emperor closed her eyes quietly, envisioning Niu.
A beautiful yet firm, manly youth.
Conditions aside, a man she'd covet for sure.
If only that bitch hadn't interfered.
Or even a day later, she'd have her prize...
'Such a pity.'
Her brow furrowed, sighs escaping her lips nonstop.
The more she thought, the more frustrating.
And her unfilled womb began nagging like an interrogator.
"Haa..."
She let out a heated sigh and slipped a hand into her pants.
Short and tight, her hand's shape showed clearly.
Afternoon now.
Instead of duties, she indulged another act.
Her body burned uncontrollably.
Regular work, viscount's affairs piled up, but...
A brief breather was fine.
"Ah, unng...♥"
Son. My beloved son.
I want your cock—my husband's spawn I birthed and raised—to fill my womb.
To bear your child, my husband's brother.
Imagining taboo incest, she plunged fingers into her pussy entrance.
Thrusting and scraping her soaked cuntflesh to sate her lust.
Post-sonbirth, her near-vanished sex drive had sprouted.
Breeding urges strengthened too.
"Hoo, hoo..."
Suppressed bitch moans.
Sticky squelches from scraping cuntflesh filled the office.
"Nngh... hnnngh...!"
Masturbating heated her cuntflesh, fogged her mind.
Drooling nectar increased.
Endless juices soaked her pants, deepened the wet sounds.
Sign of nearing climax.
"Mmph...!"
Finally cresting, the Emperor bit her lip hard.
To stifle vulgar moans.
Drip.
So hard, vivid red blood seeped from her lip.
Unsatisfying, but climax cooled the lust enough.
Embers would reignite someday, but not now.
"Haaa..."
She exhaled hot breath, opening her eyes.
Her sopping panty-trapped pussy entrance twitched, begging for feed.