Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Just Before Surrender
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The next day, Helena bit her lip. She tried to cover her chest with her arms, but pressing them over the thin fabric only increased the expanse of exposed skin.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
She shrieked. The speaker crackled with static.
"The Black Forest? You're offering me that garbage dump as land? It's crawling with beasts and reeks of poisonous weeds—no pup could survive there! Do you think I'm an idiot?"
She huffed, slamming her fist on the desk. The impact made her breasts jiggle, causing the dress hem to slap against her skin before peeling away.
"I told you to hand over the Emerald Plains! Who asked for a shithole? If I parade Empire trash as spoils of war, my nobles will laugh me out of court!"
Her face flushed beet red.
Helena stomped her feet and yelled. She was right. Objectively, the Black Forest was worthless land. It lacked any real prestige to justify claiming it.
But I didn't back down. The circuits of Persuasion (Lv.2) whirred furiously, constructing fresh logic.
"If the land lacks value, just sweeten the deal."
"Sweeten it? What do you mean?"
"Propose it to Duke Karls, Your Majesty. Not just the land—you'll also confine the deposed emperor, guilty of starting this war, to that Black Forest."
I rattled my chains and puffed out my chest.
"Think about it, Helena. Locking the Empire Emperor in a den of monsters and letting him rot. Isn't that far more provocative and historic than grabbing fertile plains? The Queen of Roselia breeding the Empire Emperor. What better justification could there be?"
Helena's eyes flickered at my words. Breeding the emperor. The conquest in that phrase stroked her pride.
But she shook her head, desperately clinging to reason.
"N-No. That's sophistry. It's still just worthless land with you thrown in. My ministers won't buy it. And Karls might not agree anyway."
Logic wasn't penetrating. Persuasion (Lv.2) alone fell 2% short of cracking her stubborn refusal.
She couldn't let go of the Emerald Plains, and her defenses were kicking in to end this humiliating ordeal fast.
Only one option left.
Sever her rational circuits by force. Drive her to a state ruled purely by sensation and instinct.
I took a deep breath.
Hit her with both at once.
Visual shock and tactile violation.
Without hesitation, I untied the cord of my prisoner pants.
Whoosh.
The rough fabric pooled on the floor.
"Again with that? Don't you ever get tired?!"
Helena wrinkled her nose and tried to turn away. Familiarity had built some tolerance after a few views. But not this time. Not like yesterday, either.
I positioned my swollen member dead center in the frame. At the same instant, I raised my chained hands and slammed them onto the crystal orb's smooth surface.
Fusion (Active) + Delicate Touch (Lv.1)
Mana-infused fingers plunged into the orb. A 'ghost hand' leaped through space, infiltrating Helena's tent.
"Eek?!"
Helena jolted upright.
My hands gripped the orb's curved surface tightly—perfectly aligned with her breasts on screen.
"W-What are you doing! Ahh!"
A scream-moan burst from Helena's lips.
Before her eyes loomed my thrusting manhood; on her body crashed the vivid sensation of invisible hands kneading her breasts.
I curled my fingers, scraping the orb's surface—like doughing her tits.
"Aaah! No! Not there! Not there!"
Helena writhed in her chair. The sheer silk dress dipped wherever my touch landed, squeezing her flesh.
Invisible fingers pinched and twisted her nipple relentlessly. The searing force pierced the thin fabric, scorching her bare skin white-hot in her brain.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but that only sharpened the tactile assault. Open, and my cock mocked her; closed, and my hands tormented. A sensory prison with no escape.
"Will you take it? Huh?"
I rubbed my cheek against the orb, whispering. My member bobbed on screen like a nodding head.
"Will you take the Black Forest, Queen Helena? Answer me!"
I crushed the orb with my palm. Crushing pressure relayed to her breast.
"Kyaa! Stop! Please stop! Ahh! Too much! Too hard!"
Helena clutched the desk, arching her back. Sweat-slick nape exposed. Thighs rubbed together with a rustle carried through the orb.
"No! I won't! I won't take that land!"
Tears welled as she shook her head. Pride. Her last queenly pride barely held against waves of pleasure.
"No way! Never!"
"Still holding out?"
Helena bit her lower lip until blood beaded, desperately grasping her fraying consciousness.
"Not... not yet. Nngh!"
Her emerald eyes darted wildly, skimming the orb screen's edge.
Center frame gleamed my grotesque shaft, but she ignored the visual violence, straining to pierce the mana structure beyond.
Queen of Roselia, one of the continent's top magical talents.
The Oath Magic, Compulsion Summon—magic nonetheless. Circuits existed. Structures had weak points, knots to unravel.
Gasping raggedly, she calculated complex runes in her mind.
Compulsion formula... based on resonance... induce mana backlash to sever. Yes, I can break it!
Her mind spun taut. She gathered mana at her fingertips to sketch a virtual formula in air.
But then, my hand beyond the screen squeezed the orb like wringing a fruit.
"Haaang!"
A lewd cry exploded from Helena.
Her runes collapsed in chaos. The ghost grip seized her left breast fully, twisting viciously—brain-shattering.
Not mere pressure. Each palm print invaded the silk weave, grinding her hypersensitive nipple with burning friction.
"Hic, hah...!"
She spasmed, gripping the desk corner, bowing her back like a drawn bow. Sweat turned the dress transparent, clinging to her curves.
Under white fabric, flushed areolae and rigid nipples stood starkly outlined.
Each invisible flick sent electric jolts down her spine, soaking her inner thighs.
Focus... Helena... Focus!
Eyes clenched, then snapped open. Vision flashed white. Sweat beaded on lashes, blurring sight.
My cock shook up and down on screen, taunting her.
Simultaneously, a heavy phantom hand pressed her lower belly.
Circling her navel, inching relentlessly toward her clit.
No, not there... anywhere but there!
Thighs clamped instinctively, rubbing with wet, sticky sounds from sweat-slick skin.
Humiliation burned her face, paradoxically heightening every sensation like a catalyst.
She tried reading the mana flow again. Empire ancestors' Oath Magic, embraced by her forebears—a colossal, impenetrable wall.
Majestic as mountains, abyssal as ocean depths. Her talent's needle couldn't pierce that absolute barrier.
My fingers raked the orb. Sharp stimulus dove into her cleavage.
"Ahh!"
Helena threw her head back, slumping against the chair. Sweat-glossed nape gleamed white.
Her will crumbled like sand. No knot. Unbreakable. This link severed only by that man—that horrific, lecherous deposed emperor.
Can't hold... too hot... too much. No. Still... haa...
Heat from her chest devoured her body. Rational thought vanished; only flesh-kneading ecstasy filled her mind.
Her eyes unfocused, pupils dilating. Hot breath escaped parted lips.
"Please... please stop...!"