Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom: The Innocent Princess and the Venomous Knight (16)
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"Ma-Marie's pussy hole...♥"
"That's right. Guess correctly this time, and I'll give you a reward."
"...Y-Yes!"
Her eyes sparkled amid the hazy fog clouding her mind.
By any normal reasoning, there was only one spot left. The protruding nub above the urethra. Naming it was embarrassing too, but she'd already uttered far filthier words, so there was no reason she couldn't say this one.
She'd steeled herself for it.
"Whose pussy hole is Marie's?"
"...?!"
Her trembling body froze. She stiffened in bewilderment. It was a question she hadn't even imagined.
Squelch...—thrust!
"Hyiieeeek!!"
The moment she hesitated, part of his middle finger slipped inside her hole. It wouldn't have hurt if he'd just shoved it in—her love juices were already acting as perfect lubricant, making the motion silky smooth. And it was only about half a knuckle deep.
But even that was more than enough to send this cute young lady soaring effortlessly.
"Ah, ah, aaah...♡"
"No answer? Whose is this?"
"Ah, th-that, thaaat..."
Her lips wouldn't part. She sensed instinctively that this was the turning point.
Marie had no way of knowing, but her sister Mercedes had been in a similar predicament once. Of course, Mercedes had endured multiple climaxes from just fingers after a massage, and the question had been slightly different—but the one-sided coercion felt nearly identical.
That's right. One-sided coercion.
No matter how much she agonized, Marie had only one possible answer.
"Marie's pu-pussy... belongs to Oppa...♥"
"Correct."
Another finger joined it—his index this time.
Squelch!
"Haaauuugh!!"
Just two fingers inside, and yet Marie's pussy clamped down on the intruders with ferocious tenacity.
Love was one thing, but when it came to sex, Marie was even more passive and shy than Mercedes. Influenced by romance novels and royal education, she'd believed men preferred pure girls who hadn't even masturbated.
So even when she touched herself, she'd never dared probe her hole—rubbing only her clit. It was a natural fortress untouched for nearly twenty years. Of course it would squeeze any invader.
Squelch, squelch...
"Haa, ahnngh, hnn...! Ah, ah, ngh, hngk, kkh...♡"
With every back-and-forth of the foreign object, sweet moans spilled from the innocent princess's lips.
"Feels good?"
"Y-Yes! Hngh, Marie, hng, haang... f-feels... ahn, so good...♥"
Valdes didn't move his fingers frantically.
Slowly, so very slowly. He savored the sensation of her inner walls rippling against his fingertips. Even the slightest brush made her folds twitch sensitively.
His fingers moved leisurely overall, but the in-and-out strokes were quick. He never reached her hymen, of course—only a single knuckle deep at most. Naturally, the pace ramped up to dozens of strokes per minute.
"Marie's pussy feels similar to your sister's?"
"Hng, ahn... S-Sister...?"
Marie's body jolted. Her pussy clenched tighter around his fingers—a clear sign anyone could read that she was bothered.
It was only natural. Family comparisons hit hard. Especially between sisters. No matter how close the two princesses were, they were still siblings—royal ones at that. They'd heard endless comparisons from those around them since childhood.
A subtle rivalry was inevitable. Up until now, their talents and roles had differed, but someday the people and nobles would start pitting them directly against each other.
And if the man she loved was the one comparing them? Rivalry and jealousy were unavoidable. Even if it was just the feel of their pussies.
"Yeah. Oh, right... I promised a reward, didn't I?"
"Hngh...! Hn, hng, y-yes! Hng, ngh, ngh..."
"I did something similar to your sister once. She probably came around thirteen times."
"Hng, ngh... Th-Thir, hn! ...teen...?"
Her pupils quivered.
Enduring pleasure like this—or more—and climaxing thirteen times? Unimaginable. Could a human body even withstand that?
"Yeah, hngh, hkk! D-Did Sister... ahn, cum just from, hauk, fingers too?"
"Yep. Took about fifteen minutes, I think?"
"Ngh, hn, ah, ha, ahn, haang...!"
Marie's little head spun rapidly.
At this pace, one orgasm would take at least five or six minutes. Thirteen in fifteen? That meant over four or five times faster.
"How many times... should I make Marie cum?"
A devilish whisper.
Stimulating words that stoked her competitive fire.
Tasting that level of ecstasy and release? She'd never cum without Valdes again. Not with her own hands, nor any toy. It was almost true even now.
But she couldn't help it.
'I'm already... Oppa's prisoner...♡'
"Hn! ...M-Marie... hahng... fourteen... t-times, please...♥"
"Good girl."
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—.
He pistoned into her hole so fiercely the ridges of his fingerprints might wear smooth. His speed had barely doubled, but her lewd tattoo reacted to the charm magic concentrated at his fingertips, unleashing an even fiercer wave of pleasure.
"Hnnnngh—!! Ah, ah, O-Oppa, haaaang?! ...niii—♥"
Marie couldn't stifle her pitiful cries. No, she wasn't sane enough to try. The orgasms from a man's fingers were that intense.
Her hands gripping his arms clenched with enough force to halve an apple. To Valdes, it was a mere tickle. More like a signal of how wildly excited and pleasured she was.
The princess came once, but he didn't stop. It was about time to send her over the edge properly—and she still had thirteen more to go. The real fun was just beginning.
"Now, count each one out loud every time you cum."
"Y-Yes...♡ Ah, ah, eek... hnnnngh!! T-Two...♡"
Squish-squish-squiiish.
"Hnn, hnnngh— haaak! Th-Three...♡"
Squelch-squiiish-squelch-squiiish.
"Ahngh, haak! F-Four... hiiiaaak— fiiiive♡"
Marie's legs quivered uncontrollably. This sea of pleasure dwarfed her wildest dreams. She realized too late she could never endure fourteen. Ten might be her limit.
What if she passed out? A sensual novel she'd read recently flashed in her mind. Not many volumes in, but one that left a deep impression.
[The Tomboy Duchess's Happy Marriage]
The title suggested a headstrong duchess with a bad attitude marries a handsome knight and lives happily ever after. And it was—thanks to his good character, she reforms, becoming the envy of all. But the method was unique.
Whenever the duchess acted out or erred, the knight punished her. Not ordinary punishments, but lewd ones that teased her privates. Culminating in rough, joyful baby-making.
The story shocked Marie's sensibilities yet compelled her to reread it endlessly.
'Punishment... lewd puniiiishment...♡'
"Marie. Why's your mouth idle?"
"Haaak...! Hkk, s-sorry... hngh, O-Oppa...♡"
"So, how many was that?"
"Eh? E-Eh, haghh...!"
How many? For a brief moment, her mind cleared sharply.
Smart as she was, her brain was half-melted from orgasmic bliss. She couldn't count while lost in other thoughts. Naturally, she had no idea.
'Wh-what? How many? Which one was it?'
His fingers grew rougher. Only slightly, but to her hypersensitive state—feeling even the flow of juices inside—it was a massive shift.
"Hiiik!! Haaak, ah, O-Oppa...ni...? Hngh!!"
"Oops. Came again, and you don't even know the count?"
"Agghhh—!! Hekgh, hwaak♡ Uh, ah, ah, haaaang...♥"
She had to remember.
She had to, but even as she tried thinking, her body climaxed again. Her endlessly orgasming flesh lost all sense of time, muddling her mind.
"Ah, ah, ah, ahngh...♥"
Squelch-squuuuish—splurt!
Feminine musk burst from her pussy, soaking her drawers with lewd nectar.
"That was plus one... Marie, how many now?"
"Aah, oo, ah, oo..."
Her hands went slack on his arm, her body slumping bonelessly.
She'd passed her limit long ago. Sitting in her soaked drawers, Marie babbled incoherently even to herself. Her melted face looked less like a girl's and more like a wanton bitch's.
Valdes leaned toward Marie, whose shoulders twitched sporadically. A faint, musky, savory scent teased his nose.
"Dear me. Not only can't our Marie claim her reward properly, she's sloppy too. And she broke Oppa's orders."
"Ah, ah, oo, s-sowwy...♡"
"What should we do with bad girl Marie?"
Bad girl.
One word made her ears twitch sensitively, her reaction spilling from her lips.
"F-For bad Marie... p-punish... me...♥"
"Good, you know it well. Now then..."
Through her bleary vision, Marie watched his hand rise above her head.
She didn't know what he'd do, but whatever it was, she'd love it.
"Take her back carefully."
Bow. —Click.
Valdes eyed the door that had just shut.
He itched to punish and tease Marie right then, but he held back. She'd been in his room for over an hour already. Time to send her off.
'The Royal Special Intelligence Unit, huh.'
Unexpected. Who'd have thought the woman guarding Marie right beside her was one of them.
The unit abbreviated as Royal Specials. All he knew was they existed and gathered what others called rumors.
'A scarier bunch than I thought.'
And just yesterday, while etching her lewd tattoo, he'd learned more from Marie.
Five members total. All disabled in some physical way. Sank was mute.
As a secret unit, their official affiliations were scattered across departments.
Marie's guard Sank was officially—surprisingly—a member of the Pedro Knight Order. Same order as him, but under long-term assignment with Marie, so he'd never crossed paths.
Marie said the Royal Specials answered only to the Queen, except the fifth member assigned to one royal. By rights, to heir Mercedes—but as a knight herself, she couldn't have a fellow knight as guard, so Marie got her.
He'd gleaned more from Marie, but the key point wasn't that.
'Didn't expect the Queen herself to investigate me.'
He'd let his guard down.
Not just unaware of the Royal Specials, but he'd never dreamed Mercedes's own mother distrusted her enough to investigate separately. He chalked it up to Mercedes's inexperience in love getting exposed—but failing to anticipate it was his mistake.
'And with four of them on it, she knows almost all my womanizing. Should I lift the physical restrictions after all?'
Apparently, everyone but their leader mobilized to probe him. Sank stuck to Marie but reported to the Queen too, which was how Marie learned his rumors.
Valdes lay on the bed, lost in tangled thoughts.
Attaching four agents from a secret intel unit meant not just priority, but high difficulty. So the Queen would harbor doubts and wariness toward him.
'Damn. Have to revise the plan again. Things seem to go smoothly, but nothing follows the original script.'
But he needed to think carefully.
The Queen had mobilized them over a fortnight ago. His fabricated past was likely mostly exposed by now.
'Which means... she'll make her move soon.'
Love aside, she was the type to hit the front lines herself. Rather than soldiers dragging him to the throne room, she'd more likely summon him discreetly via maids or the Specials for questioning.
Especially with daughter Mercedes entangled—hard to act rashly.
And his prediction hit the mark.
The very next evening, the Queen's maid arrived.