Ventorino Kingdom - Germination (6)
"What do you think of our princess? Hmm?"
Clara didn’t even need to think about her answer.
She was scared.
And yet, somehow, she was also strangely aroused.
A bride who was no longer a virgin. In noble society, where bloodlines and heirs mattered above all else, she would be treated almost like a sin made flesh. The shame wouldn’t fall on her alone; both families would be condemned and shunned. Compared to men, for whom virginity meant nothing at all, it was an absurdly unfair burden.
In any case, Clara could never lose her virginity.
She knew that in her head, painfully and clearly, but her heart refused to obey.
Thump. Thump.
If I weren’t a virgin anymore…
Part of her was curious.
Clara loved Lloyd as much as he loved her—perhaps even more. A man like that, chosen for her in a political marriage, ought to have felt like an unbelievable stroke of luck. And yet, if the woman he loved so dearly were no longer pure—how would he react?
Would he be angry?
Or would he still hold her tightly and say that he loved her anyway?
"Ahh… ♡"
She really wanted to know.
"...Haha. That’s amusing."
At Valdes’s sudden laugh, Clara jumped, certain she had angered him again by failing to answer. She looked up at his face in a panic, only to find him wearing a genuinely entertained expression, as if he truly found the situation funny. Relief washed over the princess, but confusion followed close behind. What, exactly, was so amusing?
Noticing her curiosity, Valdes let a faint smile play across his lips and spoke.
"You don’t even realize the face you’re making right now, do you?"
"Ah... ha, hngh, nnngh…."
"Oh? You do know. And you’re still pretending to be calm? Amazing... you’re a natural-born filthy pervert."
"……."
"Well, I suppose it makes sense. Both of your parents are so shameless about it."
"W-what...?"
Clara’s eyes went wide at the sneering curve of his mouth.
What was he talking about?
It only occurred to her belatedly that he might have heard the rumors spreading through the royal castle. When Valdes first entered the palace, there had been quiet whispers that he was the queen’s new lover. Perhaps he had heard them too.
But to state something like that so bluntly, based only on rumors, made her angry. Even if what he said about her father had been something she had seen with her own eyes, hearing it from someone else was entirely different.
"You can’t just—"
Before she could finish, Valdes’s hand returned to her chest. His fingers pinched the tiny nipple protruding from the center of her left breast.
"...ah, nghh…!"
"Katarina’s sensitive there. I wonder if you are too."
"W-what...?"
What did he mean by that?
Clara felt the blood drain from her face.
Katarina.
She should have known better. It was the name of her beloved mother, the queen of this kingdom. The name of the woman no noble would dare speak carelessly was now being used by the boy standing before her.
The thought that he meant some other woman with the same name never even crossed her mind. Valdes had said it while comparing them; pretending not to understand would have been foolish. But the princess’s mind was too muddled to do anything but wish she could be that foolish.
Clara, still being toyed with, even hiccupped as she asked him,
"W-what are you... h-hic! s-saying...?"
"Nothing complicated. Your mother Katarina is a filthy pervert who likes a boy’s cock—one young enough to be her son."
"……."
She was too stunned to speak.
She wanted to scream at him not to lie, not to insult her mother. But just then, she had been thinking about the fact that her father visited a brothel, and she had already begun to suspect the castle rumors might be true. The words were starting to sound horribly plausible.
Besides, there had been rumors about Valdes too. That he was her mother’s handsome lover.
And then those rumors had suddenly died down, as though someone had intervened.
If the one who spread those rumors had been her mother—or her father. If her mother had asked for the rumors to be suppressed in exchange for allowing her father to visit brothels...
Right and wrong tangled together messily inside her head.
"Your mother... ah, I just call her Katarina because it’s easier. I’ll use her name if that’s all right."
"……."
"Anyway, Katarina’s left nipple is especially sensitive."
As Valdes’s fingers worked, Clara’s breast was tugged and stretched.
"Nngh, hngh…!"
"You don’t seem to be. Then what about here?"
This time it was her lower abdomen.
Right above the hidden womb where the mark had been engraved. Just as he had done with Katarina, Valdes lifted the hand that had been teasing her through her clothes and began pressing firmly against that spot.
"Uhng, h-hah... ♡"
"Oh? This is similar. Katarina likes this spot too. She enjoys having her lower belly pressed hard enough to squeeze the womb. That takes a bit of skill, though, so I’ll be gentle with you."
Information she never wanted to know. She had learned two of her mother’s erogenous zones.
Each time Valdes lightly pressed her lower abdomen, Clara felt a strange sensation creeping through her body. It was such an insignificant place, and yet her excitement kept swelling. Especially when she imagined him stroking her mother like this, her thighs throbbed even more than before.
"Haa, nnngh... h-haaah…!"
In the end, Clara climaxed, spilling her juices all at once.
"Ugh... hngh, haah…."
And then the self-loathing came crashing in. The post-orgasm crash.
It made sense, really.
She had gone on a nighttime stroll half-naked because of her exhibitionist tendencies, only to be caught by the very man who had saved her life. Then he had mocked her, touched her sensitive spots, and made her come until she was dripping. On top of that, she had climaxed while imagining her mother tangled in bed with him.
It had all happened while her breasts and lower belly were being touched, by a man who might have been her mother’s lover—by a boy younger than herself, no less.
As a woman, as a daughter, it was shameful beyond words.
"Haaah…."
"What are you sulking about all by yourself?"
"Eh? Ah, w-wait, ngh…!"
Just as she was trying to calm down, the man’s hand suddenly slid lower and slipped into her panties.
"Ah—w-wait, aah, hngh…!!"
When his fingers brushed her clitoris, Clara felt gooseflesh rise all over her body. It was only a thin piece of fabric between them, and yet the pleasure was incomparably more intense than before. She couldn’t even bring herself to remember that this was the first man’s hand to touch her there.
"Haah... what is this, it’s—ngh... amazing… ♡"
"Aren’t you the strange one?"
"W-what?"
"Why aren’t you running away?"
Clara froze, one hand already lowered to seize his arm.
Why aren’t you running away? What a ridiculous question, she thought. And yet she couldn’t answer. It was his eyes. Those sly, knowing eyes, as though he understood everything.
"I-I..."
"I know. Your mother Katarina is a filthy pervert who screws around with boys young enough to be her sons. But you’re no different. A pervert who was born wrong. You’d suit a slave’s collar far better than a princess’s crown."
At that merciless condemnation, she lowered her head and glared up at him only with her eyes. But there was no real heat in that glare. It wasn’t anger at the insult itself so much as the sting of being exposed.
"Don’t even think of making excuses. You’re not about to tell yourself you can’t escape because I’m a man, because this is a dead end, or because you’re naked, are you?"
"O-of course not...."
"How funny. If you screamed and ran now, people would come running in no time. If you told them you were abducted by me, stripped, and nearly violated, they’d believe you before they believed me. After all, I’m only a half-demon who became a hero not long ago, while you’re the princess of this kingdom."
Logically, there were holes in what he said. But once he had exposed the fact that she truly had no intention of fleeing, there was no way she could calmly think about logic. If anything, she was just embarrassed that he had seen through her heart.
"……."
"But you didn’t run. You didn’t resist either. If you had shown even the slightest sign of struggle, the slightest refusal, I would have left."
"L-lying...."
"Lying? Is that so?"
"Y-yes... that’s right. You’re lying... You were definitely going to—"
"I do like women, sure, but I already have a lovely woman right beside me. A woman named Katarina... the queen of this kingdom."
"W-what...?"
At the mention of her mother’s name, she flinched again. To speak of her mother, the queen of the Ventorino Kingdom, as if she were a lover, a wife—it was infuriating, and yet, oddly enough, not enough to make her truly angry.
"I told you. Katarina’s a pervert just like you. There was one time like that, too. After an attack, I was lying in bed recovering when Katarina came to visit me. But she seemed pretty worked up. She suddenly slipped under my blanket and started sucking my cock."
"……."
"And not long after that, your father showed up too."
"!! ...W-what?"
"And even then, Katarina kept earnestly sucking my cock under the blanket. Sluuurp. Chuu. I was so tense I thought I’d die. She drained five loads from me in the end."
"Th-that’s impossible... lie... don’t lie to me!"
For the first time, Clara raised her voice.
It was more shocking than simple infidelity. This was a situation where she should have been holding her breath and staying silent, and yet her mother had done something like that. Under one blanket, with her father right there in front of them. But the image Valdes painted kept forcing itself into her mind.
"Believe it’s a lie if you want."
Valdes’s lips curled upward.
There was some falsehood mixed in, but the story itself had happened. He had already told enough lies that he felt no guilt over this one, and there was no way she could prove it.
"That’s what I’m saying. You’re a pervert."
"I-I’m not a pervert—"
Clara’s mouth stopped moving.
"……."
"You can’t deny it, can you? You know it yourself. You’re the sort of pervert who’d even hope to be ravished by some nameless commoner."
"P-pervert... I’m not... a pervert... no...."
"Want to make a bet?"
"...Huh? A bet?"
"Yeah, a very small bet."
"What kind of bet all of a sudden—kyaah!"
At Valdes’s sudden move, she startled violently. He had yanked his pants down without warning. And there it was: a huge serpent laid bare. A limp lump of flesh hung between his thighs, swaying back and forth.
W-what is that...!
Clara screamed inwardly.
It wasn’t as if she had never seen a man’s equipment before. She had glimpsed her younger brother’s when she was a child. She had also seen drawings in sex education. But she had never seen anything this large.
Why is it so huge...? And it’s not even hard yet!
"You do know that a man’s weak point is his cock, don’t you? You have three choices. Hit my cock and run, just run, or... take it in your mouth."
"!!"
"Go on, choose. For the record, whatever you do, I’m not moving an inch. Even if you escape and come back with soldiers."
Clara’s mind spun.
Was she hesitating over what to do? No.
From the instant she saw his manhood—no, from much earlier than that, the choice had already been made. What was clouding Clara’s mind was the size of the thing, whose presence still felt overwhelming even in this dim place, and the thick, masculine scent coming off it.
"Haa... ngh... h-hah...."
Watching her stand there panting in silence, Valdes spoke in an annoyed tone.
"Could you make up your mind already?"
"I-I’ll choose... even if you don’t rush me...."
What an infuriating man.
That was what she thought.
How dare he rush her, a princess.
It was insolent, unpleasant, arrogant, and irritating.
So Clara knelt.
"Haa, h-hehe… ♡"
And she pressed her lips to the thick, hanging shaft below.
Smack.
It was salty, hot, and dizzying—enough to make her head spin.
"Don’t you have something to say?"
"Hngh, ah... I-I’m... s-sorry... Please make this exhibitionist pervert Clara... yours, Master...."
"Good. Very good."
Feeling the warm hand atop her head, the princess kissed the steadily hardening member once more.
What an absurd man, to stroke the princess’s hair so casually.
And that, she thought, was exactly why he suited her master so well.
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