Chapter 106 - The Grand Duchess's Secret Hobby
[My beloved Master. What’s the matter?]
This was a magic tool that let us talk even when far apart. We couldn't actually see each other, but just being able to converse like this was pretty damn expensive. Seeing her craft something like this so effortlessly just proved Elis was incredible.
“You got any drugs that make someone act like they've been hit with hypnosis or something?”
“Different from that.”
Having worked as a jailer in the previous regression, I knew a bit about truth serums. They tortured you and dosed you to extract the truth. But it only made you spill facts—nothing like this...
“Grace. Go sit on the bed over there.”
“Yes.”
She got up from her chair and headed to the bed at my command, her expression blank, like some emotionless slave.
“Mental domination? Like, it takes over someone's mind?”
“That serious, huh?”
I stared blankly at Grace, who was sitting on the bed, gazing straight ahead. This bitch... she tried to slip me something like this?
“So, could it make you fall in love with me or something?”
Aw, too bad.
“Sounds a lot like hypnosis.”
“Suggestions? What's that?”
What? Fucking jackpot.
I only cut off the magic tool after picking up a bunch of hypnosis tips from Elis.
“Whew.”
What a windfall. I'd been cautious enough to swap the glasses secretly, and now the grand duchess was right here, ripe for the taking. I could force her right now if I wanted.
But first, time to wring some info out of Grace. And while I'm at it, plant some suggestions. Sex first might weaken them, she'd said.
I grabbed the reminiscence recorder and started capturing the scene. Gotta keep this forever.
“What's your name?”
“Grace Nova.”
“Grand duchess of the Nova family?”
“Yes.”
Good. The drug she prepared herself—effects are solid.
“You want to devour the empire, right?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“My father never wanted to be a northern hero. The imperial nobles forced him up there.”
Even as a grand duke, he got pushed out of the power struggles.
“Luckily, Father successfully developed the north and founded the duchy. But I want revenge on the imperial family and those nobles.”
“And some personal desires too?”
“Yes.”
Revenge was the spark; greed followed. Makes sense. If Kasid Nova had been ordinary, he'd still be slaying monsters nonstop. And vulnerable to more imperial schemes. Now he's a northern sanctuary, untouchable... but I got why Grace felt this way.
Still, I couldn't let her revenge play out. We'd ease that grudge slowly. First, prevent the duchy's destruction and get them to accept the treaty.
“Anyway...”
I stared hard at Grace. Suggestions, huh. Let's start simple: make her use formal speech with me from now on.
“From now on, use formal speech with me. Got it?”
“Yes.”
Perfect. Now for that nagging question.
“What's the biggest secret you want to hide?”
She had something bigger than conquering the empire—that's why she'd looked relieved back then. Time to open the box.
“Exhibitionism...”
“Hm?”
“I have exhibitionism.”
“Explain in detail. How do you do it?”
“Even in broad daylight, I masturbate in the garden with my bottom exposed... or at night, I sneak out of my room, exposing my breasts and pussy as I wander.”
Pfft. High-class Grace with a hobby like that? Explained her tension earlier. Conquering the empire? I could block that. But if her pervert side got out, she'd die of shame first.
I kept the reminiscence recorder running nearby. Blackmail material goldmine.
I stripped her clothes off while questioning.
“Never gotten caught?”
“I've mapped everyone's routes in the castle, so no.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
I unhooked her black bra and grabbed her firm tits. No reaction—boring. As a perv, her erogenous zones were probably developed, but the drug killed all response.
Damn strategist wasting that brain on this. Probably calculated the razor-edge thrill without real risk.
“Show me how you expose yourself. Poses and all.”
“Yes.”
Grace shot up from the bed and stood. Without hesitation, she dropped her panties and struck a pose.
“Oh yeah.”
“I walk around like this.”
You know those beach critters that scuttle sideways? Arms and legs splayed wide, tits and pussy on full display in that trashy stance.
“Walk back and forth on the bed.”
“Yes.”
She crab-walked across the bed, end to end. Show her this later, and she'd smash her head into the floor.
“Stop.”
She froze in front of me.
“Other poses?”
“I do this a lot too.”
She sat on the bed, grabbed her legs with her arms, pulled them back, and leaned backward. Straight-up mating press pose—the flesh toilet basics, pussy and asshole fully exposed.
“When do you do this one?”
“Sneaking behind walls.”
“Ah, you get off on the risk of getting caught?”
“Yes. Most dangerous, but my favorite.”
“But now I've caught you.”
“Yes.”
I spread her pussy with my fingers.
“Masturbate often?”
“Yes. Touch my tits and pussy a lot.”
“Hymen's intact, though.”
“Haven't inserted anything yet.”
“Scared?”
“Noble thing. Especially our grand ducal family values premarital chastity.”
Ariana Katrin said the same. Even a count's daughter—if a grand duke's was higher value, no wonder she skipped insertion play.
“Hymen's nice and tight. Gonna taste fucking amazing.”
Slurrrp. I sucked her pussy greedily. Slightly cool but fragrant.
“No reaction, kinda ruins it.”
She'd feel it, but no expression thanks to the drug. Forcing fake moans wouldn't turn me on.
“Anyway, mind if I take your virginity?”
“I don't recommend it.”
“Why?”
“If Father finds out I lost my chastity before marriage, he might beat me to death. You'd get the death penalty for sure.”
“Dangerous for both of us? Father's pretty conservative, huh?”
“He hates loose women. Grandma was quite promiscuous, so he has trauma.”
Probably caught his mom fucking other guys as a kid. Explains the trauma.
“My mom was actually chased out too. She cheated.”
...Poor Kasid Nova. Even a grand duke, fighting northern monsters meant neglecting home. Wife took advantage.
...Genetics? Grace a perv too. Maternal side's blood runs slutty.
“No desire to fuck a guy?”
“Of course I do. But impossible.”
“Just sneak around.”
“Sorry to Father, and no man can break my hymen anyway.”
...Huh?
“Why not?”
“Hymen reinforcement magic.”
“Fuck.”
Even a dick couldn't pierce it? Grand duchess virginity unbeatable?
“Grace. But magic has limits, right?”
“Yes.”
Yeah. A gate guard ain't invincible. My cock's the ultimate spear.
“Spread that pussy.”
She held her lower body skyward. I dropped my pants and slapped my cock down on her pussy.
Smack! Even blank-minded Grace twitched her brow a tiny bit at the size.
“Here I go.”