Chapter 220
Chapter 220
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 217
Chapter Title: Punishment? - 2
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I wondered why on earth the love juices tasted like that, but what could I do? It really was the flavor of syrupy peach nectar.
I set aside my questions for the moment and worked my tongue diligently. Cecilia writhed every time my tongue swept along her inner walls, squirting more juices.
Love juices kept flowing endlessly from inside her. The peach scent grew thicker by the second.
“Ahhh…! Hn, aa…!”
In proportion, Cecilia’s moans grew sweeter and sweeter, but I ignored them and kept my tongue moving. After all, I’d deliberately provoked her pride for exactly this.
If Cecilia clung to her pride until the end, I’d just keep going until she gave up. If she let it go, I could use that as leverage to hold the reins from there on out.
Either way, it was a win for me.
“Khnn…! Ahh…! Aaang!”
Cecilia came every time my tongue grazed her walls, every time I thrust it deep inside, every time I pulled it out, every time my lips kissed her entrance, and every time I teased her clit.
Her juices flowed like an inexhaustible spring, soaking the dress coat laid out beneath her and spilling over the sides.
At some point, the hand pressing down on my head grew stronger. It had started like she was trying to hold back somehow, but after dozens of climaxes piled up, her pride seemed to fade from view entirely.
Just a little more, and she’d be done. I swallowed the peach-scented liquid and continued the caress.
“St-stop…!”
And soon enough, I coaxed out a declaration that was as good as surrender.
“Hnng…! Wait, stop for a moment…! Ahn, eek! I have, hick! something… to, kkh, say…!”
I ignored her and kept working my tongue. Accepting it now would just give her a break.
“Aaang! Hak! I said stop, ahh! why won’t you, hiiik, obey my, co—kyaah?!”
Cecilia couldn’t finish her sentence. It was because I’d ever so lightly nipped her clit. With my lips, of course—not my teeth. I wasn’t insane enough to use actual teeth. That’d really hurt her.
The moment my lips ground against her clit, Cecilia twisted her body and squirted. This time, I focused mainly on her clit and continued my tongue work.
I’d plunge my tongue back inside to lap at her walls, shower her mound with kisses in rapid succession, lightly suck on her clit, tormenting Cecilia without end.
“I said stop, hnn! That’s an order! Sto—”
Those were her limit.
Cecilia convulsed one last time, then went limp, her thighs drooping slackly. They draped over my shoulders, and the pressure from her hands on my head weakened.
—Spluuurt…
With a faint splashing sound, a completely different liquid flowed out—transparent, with no viscosity at all. It soaked the dress coat beneath her.
Not content with just love juices, she’d squirted spectacularly. The squirt kept coming, forming a puddle.
Only then did I pull my tongue away. My mouth was filled with the scent of peach syrup, and my face was the same.
I roughly wiped my face on the hem of the coat, then climbed onto the bed. That’s about when the squirt flowing between her legs finally stopped.
I pressed down on Cecilia from above, bracing my hands beside her face. She lay still. Not even twitching. Her arms covered her face, exposing her armpits.
I could see beads of sweat dotting her collarbone and underarms.
“Your Majesty.”
“……”
I gently pried her wrists apart. She resisted at first, but when I ignored it and applied force, she yielded without a fight.
This wasn’t the playful “no” from someone secretly enjoying it. She genuinely seemed averse, but she’d cum so many times so intensely that her arms simply had no strength left.
Forcing her face into view, I saw it smeared with all sorts of fluids. Tears, saliva, sweat. Her pupils were fully dilated, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Why… why didn’t you, ahh, stop… I clearly… haa, told you to stop…”
Her voice was thick with pathos. And a hint of lewd moan.
“Didn’t Your Majesty say to go ahead? That I could try.”
“Th-that was…”
Only then did she seem to recall her own words from before the teasing began, and her expression shifted slightly. I didn’t miss the opening and drove the point home.
“I did tell you, didn’t I? That Your Majesty absolutely wouldn’t be able to keep your word. See? It turned out just like that.”
“……”
Cecilia averted her gaze. Seeing her still trying to uphold her pride, I smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She just flinched, showing no other reaction.
“You failed to keep your word, so are you prepared to receive your punishment, Your Majesty?”
“……”
Her head lolled limply.
If she threw a tantrum here, I’d let it slide without pushing further, but she knew deep down that dodging punishment with excuses would hurt her pride even more.
I slipped out from between her thighs, gathered her legs together, and laid her properly on the bed. Then I rolled to her side, draped my arm behind her neck, and propped her upper body halfway up.
Her body leaned against me without strength. She didn’t even seem capable of lifting a finger.
First, I started removing the dress coat. With almost no tension in her body, I had to support her neck with my right hand while struggling to peel it off with my left alone.
The lower part was utterly drenched in juices and squirt, making the coat surprisingly heavy. I finally wrestled it off, rolled it up, and tossed it aside. It hit the floor with a much heavier thud than before.
Next, I reached for her dress shirt. It fit so perfectly that it was even harder to remove than the coat.
After peeling off and discarding the shirt, I unhooked her bra. Her perfectly confined breasts bounced free, heaving as if about to spill out.
The popes, Lize, and Nix had such outrageously massive racks that it was easy to overlook, but Cecilia’s breasts were huge in their own right. Cupping them carefully, I felt their substantial weight.
All that remained was the necktie. I considered yanking it off too, but it looked so tantalizing nestled between her breasts that I decided to leave it after some thought.
“I’ll ask again, Your Majesty.”
I began kneading her breast with my left hand as I spoke.
Even just fondling her breast had Cecilia’s breathing quickening bit by bit. Tweaking a nipple would probably make her cum on the spot.
“You granted me permission to do as I pleased with your royal body, but in the end, you couldn’t keep your word. Isn’t that right?”
“…Y-yes, hnn! It is…”
“Exactly. So you must receive your punishment. Correct?”
“To dare punish me—what insolence—kyaah?!”
“You must receive your punishment, right?”
She was still gearing up to assert her pride, so I pinched her nipple hard, punctuating each word.
Cecilia arched her back, threw her head back, and gushed juices. Her body shuddered violently, climaxing from just a nipple tweak.
Right now, I needed to firmly seize control in our relationship. It would make things easier going forward.
Even when I took on multiple women later.
Lize, Aurora, and the pope sisters had no issue with polygamy—hell, they’d even urged it as the natural order—but Cecilia was different.
I supported Cecilia’s neck in the crook of my elbow, looped my right arm behind her to pinch her nipple, and rubbed her clit between my fingers with my left hand.
Cecilia alternated between gushing juices and squirting but couldn’t hold out long before effectively surrendering.
“Y-yes! Yes, it is! I must receive… nnk?! Punishment, ahn! I must…!”
“Well said, Your Majesty.”
I released my hands. Cecilia slumped limply into my arms.
I wiped my left hand, soaked in juices and squirt, on the bedspread, then gently caressed her cheek. Her golden eyes cracked open sleepily.
“Then… Cecilia?”
Calling her by name with casual speech—no title, no honorifics—made her drowsy golden eyes snap wide.
“Wh-what did you just…?”
“I said Cecilia. Why? Something wrong?”
“Wrong? Of course it is! You insolent—urgk?!”
Pffft. Cecilia, about to rage at me, came instantly when I pinched her clit a bit harder, squirting juices. I whispered softly into her ear.
“Want me to do what I just did again? This time a little longer. Say… about two hours?”
“……”
Her golden pupils shook violently for a moment. From her reaction, that string of continuous orgasms must have really taken it out of her.
She seemed hesitant, so to help her decide, I kneaded her breast while rubbing her clit between my fingers. Her pussy obligingly squirted more juices without tiring.
This time, I didn’t let up easily. No matter how she twisted, I kept tormenting her clit. I intended to imprint it firmly.
Cecilia’s body was freed from the continuous climaxes only after she’d cum over thirty times. I pulled my hands away and smiled.
“Keep going?”
She shook her head vigorously. I planted a light kiss on her forehead.
“Good. Then say it.”
“…Say what?”
Her voice was pouty. Her speech was still in full empress mode, but I didn’t bother correcting that.
What I wanted was control over our future relationship—not to completely crush and break Cecilia’s pride.
For now, being able to use casual speech with her was enough.
“Remember when we ran into the popes in the hallway earlier?”
“……”
“You said you wouldn’t use vulgar words. I think that’s a mistake.”
She seemed to catch on to what I meant. Cecilia’s hand clenched the bedsheet tightly.
“Say: ‘Please put your cock in my pussy.’”
“Have you finally lost your—hng?!”
The moment she showed signs of resistance, I trapped her clit between my fingers again. Cecilia couldn’t even finish her retort before squirting and cumming, her tongue lolling out between her lips.
This orgasm lasted much longer than the last. Because I didn’t stop moving my fingers. I lost count midway, but it was probably around fifty to sixty.
Adding the ones from my tongue earlier and the previous round, she’d climaxed well over a hundred times in this short span. One might think she’d be exhausted, but she didn’t look it at all.
I stopped around what felt like sixty. Cecilia’s expression was half out of it, consciousness fled.
Even with my fingers well away from her clit and nipples, her body kept convulsing nonstop, and between her thighs, it looked like a flood had hit.
“Again. ‘Please put your cock in my pussy.’”
“……”
No response. I raised my hand. Cecilia shuddered violently and parted her lips.
I blocked them with my finger.
Her eyes shot me a questioning look. There was even a hint of anxiety in her gaze, like she thought I’d keep her mouth shut and torment her again for not speaking.
I wasn’t that much of a sadist.
“Your position’s wrong, Cecilia.”
“…?”
“You need to get on all fours, ass facing me, arch your back, and stick your hips up high.”
Her golden pupils glared daggers. She looked like she had a lot to say, but when I patted her inner thigh, she obediently pushed herself up.
I guided Cecilia to the far edge of the bed. It was ridiculously spacious, so plenty of room remained.
“Come on.”
I patted her back with a smile. She shot me a sulky glance, then obediently buried her face in the bed and got on all fours. Her back arched, hips lifted high.
Her knees were level with the bed, thighs perpendicular. Her ass rose as high as her thighs, her back bending at an astonishingly flexible angle.
Juices beaded at her entrance slid down and gathered at her clit. They dripped steadily onto the bed as Cecilia cautiously turned her head.
“D-do I really have to do it like this?”
“You broke your promise. Of course.”
“S-surely there’s something else—”
“Cecilia.”
She flinched hard, her body trembling. She must have thought I was about to grab her clit again, but not this time.
I didn’t plan to push Cecilia too far. I just wanted her to obey quietly and not cause trouble.
“I want to see it. I want to see you saying something so vulgar, Cecilia. I want to see you turning me on.”
“……”
I gently stroked her ass. Her body twitched, and the juices beading at her clit tip dripped onto the bed again.
“So… can you do it for me, Your Imperial Majesty? Or should I say, Cecilia?”
Cecilia stayed silent for a while, then glared at me with a slightly flushed face. Some of her arrogance and nobility had returned, though not fully.
“Very well. It’s what I said, so I must uphold it.”
She bit her lip lightly and met my eyes. Then slowly opened her mouth.
“M-my… my…”
She squeezed her eyes shut tight and continued timidly.
“M-my… lewd pussy… your… majestic cock… p-please put it, in…”
“I just said to repeat it exactly as I did. I didn’t say to add any fancy adjectives.”
At my point, Cecilia’s face turned tomato red.
“Q-quiet! Just hurry up and put it in!”
“Where? What?”
“In my pussy with your cock!”
“That’s right. Good girl.”
I unbuckled my belt and freed my cock, which had been throbbing painfully at the tip from all the teasing without relief.
Cecilia’s eyes went wide at the sight.
“W-wait a moment. That’s… supposed to go inside me…?”
“Yep.”
Her wording had reverted to formal, but I didn’t bother nitpicking each one. Hearing it once was enough.
It wasn’t about correcting her vocabulary—it was about seeing Cecilia say those “vulgar” words herself.
“H-how…?”
She seemed genuinely flustered, stammering repeatedly.
“You’ll see.”
I brought the tip to her entrance. The moment it touched, her pussy sucked it in fiercely. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one desperate for this.
“I get what you’re thinking, but don’t worry. Everyone’s like that at first. But eventually, they all take it to the hilt just fine. You will too.”
“W-wait just a bit. I’m not mentally pre—kehng?!”
I thrust my cock all the way to the root in one go. She’d been more than ready for ages. Cecilia let out a bizarre moan and rolled her eyes back.
Spluuurt. Squirt gushed from between her legs, soaking our lower bellies and the bed. She’d climaxed spectacularly from just one thrust.
‘The grip is insane…’
Despite all those orgasms, Cecilia’s pussy was so tight I could barely move. Juices overflowed in abundance, but the tightness was even more intense.
I shoved with all my might, probing for her cervix. Soon, something soft and squishy brushed my tip.
I jabbed it with my cock, and “Kkwek?!” escaped Cecilia’s lips. Squirt mixed with juices poured from our joined parts like water.
“See? It fits.”
“……”
“You think it won’t go in at first, but keep going and it all—?”
“……”
“……Cecilia?”
“……”
Her reaction was way more subdued than expected, so I reached out and brushed the hair from her face.
Cecilia had rolled her eyes back and passed out.