Foul Play
"Hic." She glanced back over her shoulder as the sound slipped out.
“Alright, slave. Here’s your order. Slide my cock between those thighs and that pussy of yours, then rub it just like you were grinding against the toy earlier. Keep going until I cum. If you dare finish first or stop moving your hips, I’ll rape you right here and now.”
Was the word “rape” truly that terrifying? I let out a soft snort. Did it even matter? The harder she worked to obey me, the more effective her training would be, and I’d get to watch that deliciously twisted expression on Rene’s face. Win-win.
“Hic?!”
This game was unfair from the start. Her body was already burning, desperate to cum. She had probably been in this state since last evening. Meanwhile, I had doped myself with the numbing cream. The real question was whether Rene could endure my command.
As that thought crossed my mind—
“...”
Rene said nothing. She simply began moving her legs with deliberate slowness. Her pale, flawless thighs clamped around my cock and started sliding up and down.
“Haa… hic… haa…”
My length grew slick with the hot nectar pouring from her.
Higher than I expected. Even if her mind rejected the idea of a cock, her instincts were clearly thrilled by this first encounter with a man’s flesh.
“How does it feel? Your very first cock?”
She offered no reply. Eyes closed, she simply rocked her hips back and forth.
“Did you not hear me?”
Only then did she answer, voice strained.
“It’s just… haa… that toy from earlier… hic… felt better.”
Was she trying to provoke me into fucking her? I wanted to answer with smug confidence, but my voice already dripped with thick lust. Her clumsy taunt was almost cute. Even as a virgin, did she understand how deeply such words wounded a man’s pride?
“For someone who claims that, your breathing is getting heavier and those hips are moving faster by the second.”
In truth, we had barely exchanged a few sentences and her arousal had already climbed to sixty-six. The number glowing on my lens proved it was accurate. Her whole body trembled as she slowly circled her hips. Sixty-seven percent.
“Haaak… I’m losing my mind… Master… I was wrong… so please… ngh… let me cum… haa… can’t you?”
Rene begged, voice breaking. Watching her bend so easily left me strangely unsatisfied. Ah… I had a better idea.
“Fine. But you’re not allowed to stop until I finish.”
The moment the words left my mouth, her hips snapped forward with frantic energy. It was almost frightening. Was this truly the behavior of a virgin who knew nothing of men? Regardless, I spoke the words that would kill her heat.
“Kuk… What kind of virgin moves her hips like a whore? Is every woman born into the imperial family a natural-born slut?”
Even as I degraded her—
Rene acted as though she hadn’t heard a thing. She bucked her hips with passionate fervor, grinding her soaked pussy along my shaft while her thighs squeezed so tightly it felt like she would never let my cock escape. This was exactly what I wanted. A virgin slowly transforming into a lustful demon—Rene was utterly adorable. She might become the greatest masterpiece of my life.
Still, I wished she would resist just a little longer.
“Haaang! Ah-ang! It feels too good! I’m going crazy! I’m really going to cum this time!”
Her shameless obsession with my cock was a beautiful sight. Even so, I couldn’t let her finish so easily. She needed to learn the habit of focusing every ounce of attention on the sensation of pleasure. The torment of being kept right on the edge would force her to concentrate harder on the pleasure I inflicted.
Pleasure. That sweet, addictive feeling. If I repeatedly snatched it away the moment it peaked, her instincts would desperately chase the height of ecstasy before it could be stolen. She would pour every scrap of focus into that sensation.
What I was doing now was, in essence, training to develop her sexual sensitivity. And so—
When she reached 69.9%, I pulled my hips back just enough to slip my cock free from between her thighs.
“Haaaaak… No… Put it back! Please put it back right now~! Master~!”
Rene was even acting cute now. Was it simply in her blood? I looked down at her and spoke with mocking amusement.
“Hmm? What exactly are you begging for?”
“Master’s cock~! Give it to me~ Please? You said you’d let me cum with it!”
At this point she should have shown at least a trace of shame. Instead, the girl before me had transformed into a pure, desperate female.
I really needed to kill her arousal. With no other choice, I crushed it deliberately.
“I’m genuinely curious… Are all imperial women such whores that they beg strangers for cock the first time they see one?”
The temperature in the room plummeted. Watching her arousal plummet on my lens, I smiled inwardly.
She fell completely silent.
“...”
She had been too lost in heat to register my words before, but this time she heard every syllable. Her arousal had crashed to twenty-five percent.
“Well?”
She whipped her head around, eyes burning with murderous rage. The look of pure frustration that she couldn’t kill me with her gaze alone was almost charming. Through gritted teeth she spat:
“No. Our imperial family is—! Noble. Do not insult our bloodline! People like you—a mere commoner—could never understand how exalted we are!”
Oh? She had finally learned to use polite speech. What remarkable progress.
I answered with a relaxed, mocking smile.
“Is that so?”
Rene glared daggers at me. I nodded slowly and continued.
“Then why is this oh-so-noble imperial lady clamping my cock between her thighs and rubbing her pussy against it like a bitch in heat? If you’re truly that exalted, spreading your legs for any man must be twice as noble, I suppose.”
-Grit.
She must have been furious; her jaw clenched so violently I worried her teeth might shatter. Yet Rene gave no reply, so I pushed further.
“...”
“If the empire has magic that can identify true royal blood, the inventor would make a fortune. Or perhaps the imperial family would assassinate them first to keep the secret.”
“....”
“What you were doing earlier is something even paid whores refuse to do. They at least pretend reluctance to earn their coin, but Her Highness was shaking her hips purely for pleasure. Wouldn’t comparing you to a whore be an insult to actual whores?”
She simply stared at me in silence.
“....”
Then—
Drip… drip…
Her body trembled with rage as tears spilled down her cheeks. But she refused to show weakness. She didn’t turn away or make a single sound of weeping; she simply kept glaring at me with quiet, burning fury.
This was incredibly thrilling. If she came on the cock of someone she hated this much, the self-loathing would be exquisite, wouldn’t it?
“Very well. If you’re truly that noble, you won’t cum for someone as lowly as me, correct?”
She said nothing, only continued glaring. Yet her body shook like a child fighting back sobs.
“No answer? I’ll take that as agreement.”
Still no reaction. She refused to give me the satisfaction of visible anger. How boring.
“Squeeze those thighs tight and don’t you dare cum until I do. If you manage that, I’ll release the slave.”
Of course it was a lie. Releasing her would mean I’d have to pay the price. Did she think I was insane?
She glared at me, voice trembling.
“Hup… Really…? You really mean it?”
“Of course I do. After all, a woman of such whore bloodline would cum the moment I rub against her. Your legs would give out instantly.”
“Shut your filthy mouth!”
I smiled at her loud outburst.
“So? Will you do it, or not?”
Her expression was a strange mixture of suspicion, fragile hope for freedom, and pure rage. She stared at me with complicated eyes.
“…I’ll do it.”
Without answering, I moved behind her once more and slid my cock back between her soft thighs.
“Good. Now rub me like the whore you are and work those hips.”
-Grit.
Rene clenched her teeth so hard it was audible and poured every ounce of strength into her thighs. She was clearly terrified I would pull out again. Looking at her arousal level, it seemed she was concentrating so fiercely she had momentarily forgotten the pleasure inside her body.
“However, if I win, every single time I wish it you must call out in a cute voice: ‘Rene is, you know, a perverted bitch who only ever thinks about Master’s cock.’ Of course, if you break the promise, I’ll take your virginity.”
Her anal virginity, to be precise. I checked her arousal level again. It was climbing faster than expected. Already back to twenty-five percent. Hmm… she might cum soon.
Regardless of her fury, her body had been denied release for so long it must have been burning. So I grabbed her waist and helped guide her movements, forcing her thighs and pussy to stroke me properly.
“Haaaaang!”
Her moan exploded instantly. The current state of Rene’s pussy was no longer third-rate—it had reached fifth-rate quality. Just four strokes had driven her to forty percent.
“Huuuk…!”
Before long, lost in mindless grinding, she hit fifty percent.
“You’re holding out better than expected, Princess Rag.”
“Haaang… huuk… haang… You… you’re one to talk.”
Her words were defiant, but her eyes were shaking violently. It was clear she knew she was about to cum. When she reached sixty-five percent—
“Ugh… haak… sssip.”
Her arousal suddenly dropped to sixty percent. In the mirror I saw the reason: Rene was biting her lip so hard that blood trickled down her chin.
This… was a foul, wasn’t it?