10 Minutes Before Baek Sejun Gets Reverse Mating Pressed
“We’ve arrived at the banquet hall. Uh, and... um...”
“I know. You’re saying I dirtied the seat, so pay up, right?”
With that, Han Seyoung dropped a few gold coins into the coachman’s hand. The man’s sullen face, which had been twisted in complaint just moments ago, broke into a wide grin.
“Still as flashy a city as ever.”
The place we’d arrived at was the banquet hall in Kraspolis, the great city of revelry. I’d assumed the empire’s capital would host the event since the princess was attending, but I never expected a pleasure den like this. Every corner of the city seemed pulled straight from a fairy tale. The streets were adorned with vibrant tulips in every color imaginable. The buildings towered toward the sky. The city folk passing by all wore relaxed expressions, and those returning from the market carried armfuls of fresh bread and vegetables. Unlike the shadowy, decadent vibe of Beapolis, this place brimmed with abundance, cleanliness, and vivid hues. It made me feel like I’d stepped into another world entirely.
“...Tch. Every time I see it, this city of hypocritical bastards makes me sick.”
“Pardon?”
“Nothing. Forget it. And let’s head inside already.”
Han Seyoung clicked her tongue, clearly displeased by something, and strode into the opulent golden mansion. I wanted to linger and sightsee a bit more, but she gave my back a light shove, forcing me to follow.
“Whoa...”
The mansion’s interior was just as stunning as the city outside. Pricy masterpieces lined the walls without a gap, and the floor gleamed with white marble. A massive chandelier studded with diamond-cut glass hung majestically from the ceiling, while a colossal dragon-shaped statue loomed over visitors, overwhelming them with its presence.
“Oh, who do we have here? Han Seyoung! You’re a bit late. The banquet’s already in full swing.”
“Yeah, the entry procedures into the city dragged on. Something about contraband smugglers or whatever.”
“Heh heh... This way, please.”
An elderly woman in a mix of white and black formal attire approached Han Seyoung and me. She flashed a warm smile at Seyoung that reached her eyes and extended a hand to me.
“Your coat, if you please.”
“Ah, sure.”
A woman being kind to me for free... I was on the verge of tears. I carefully slipped off my coat and placed it in her hands.
“Oh my, speaking of which, Seyoung... you’ve finally...”
“Yeah, I finally got one.”
“Ufufu... Congratulations. You’ve finally got your hands on what you’ve always wanted.”
With that, Seyoung stroked my soft cheek with her hand and yanked my shoulder, pulling me flush against her body. What she means by ‘got one’ is probably a pet or something, right? That fucking bitch Han Seyoung...
“Her Highness is waiting. Allow me to escort you inside.”
“Sure.”
As soon as Seyoung finished speaking, the old woman finally led us from the entrance deeper into the hall. The massive brown doors swung open, revealing a lavish banquet in full roar.
“Fhew...”
Even in a place this important-looking, Seyoung didn’t give a damn. She popped a cigar in her mouth and lit it up. Luckily, the hall was so vast that the smoke didn’t fill the air too badly.
“You remember what I told you, right?”
“Approach the princess and seduce her...”
“Seduce her however you have to. Then get fucked like a dog, and your mission’s done.”
“Y-Yes...”
“I’m off. Handle it yourself.”
Han Seyoung patted my head a few times and walked off elsewhere.
—Hey, isn’t that the war hero Han Seyoung? Long time no see!
I watched her vanish into the crowd of fawning sycophants and scanned the room to carry out her orders. She’d said I’d know the princess on sight... but finding some unknown woman in a place this huge wasn’t easy.
“Did you come to the banquet alone?”
“No, with someone.”
“Oh my, such a handsome...”
“No thanks, don’t, stop!”
I wasn’t even spotting the princess— just weird randos latching on. I brushed them off lightly and kept moving. But no matter how hard I looked around, no one screamed “princess.”
“Hey, wanna chat?”
“No.”
I patiently circled the room, searching, but moronic small fries kept swarming me.
One punch to scare ’em off? I considered it briefly but barely remembered these women held power. I unclenched my fist.
Fuck it, just beat the shit outta them? I couldn’t even find her—how was I supposed to seduce anyone? It was like fishing in the ocean for one specific catch. Patience might work, but the bait fish were pissing me off.
“Damn, dressed all slutty tonight? Here to fuck women senseless?”
Jackpot—now it’s a deep-sea monster? A clown-faced hag with a bulbous nose hung vulgar lines on me. Her uniform was plastered with medals like trophies; clearly some military bigwig.
“No, I’m with someone. Gotta go.”
“Hey, hey! Don’t be like that—hang out a bit.”
“I said no!”
Unlike the others, this deep-sea brute was especially persistent. She grabbed my shoulder and wouldn’t let go. The rest at least backed off when I rejected them with annoyance... I decided it was time for force.
—Krraaack!
What the—? She’s not budging...?
It didn’t work. Even with strength beyond a normal adult woman, I couldn’t break free from this anglerfish’s grip. I thrashed my arm up and down with all my might, but no dice.
“Hehe, you like me too, huh? Right?”
“L-Let...! Let, goooo!!”
This was bad. She was definitely stronger than me. Meaning my [Pleasure Resistance] probably wouldn’t faze her either. Were those chest medals not just for show?
“Someone help!”
“Shh... You’re being loud.”
“Mmph!!!”
The brute clamped my small screaming mouth with her meaty hand, grinning sleazily as she dragged me somewhere.
Get raped by an ugly bitch like this too? No way! Sis, help—please...
I flailed my arms, desperately signaling Han Seyoung, who was chatting far off with others, but she didn’t glance over amid the noise. I was done for—being hauled away helplessly.
“Aah...”
“I’ll train you nice and slow... into mine.”
Her lecherous chuckle rang in my ear. If I’d known, I’d have ditched Han Seyoung by any means...! Just as I felt like biting my tongue and ending it rather than get raped by her,
One woman approached.
“That’s enough.”
Flowing golden hair like a river, skin moderately tanned, every hair on her body gilded—even her lashes and brows shimmered gold. But the most striking feature of this sudden arrival was her round, kind eyes, evoking a golden retriever.
She halted the brute with a gentle voice.
“Judging by that shabby, pathetic outfit, you’re some low-rank noble. Do you know who I am?”
“Of course. Lady Iraha Albion, right? I’ve heard you slaughtered so many barbarians on the frontier...”
“Then letting go and begging as you slink away would be best for your health.”
“Who knew the prestigious Albion house had such an intellectual inferior among them.”
“What?”
“How’d a dimwit like you rack up all those merits? Did the Albion patriarch bribe for his daughter?”
The golden-haired woman smirked, gripping Iraha’s wrist tight and prying her off me. Veins bulged on the back of her hand—she was pissed too.
“You little shit?!”
Iraha couldn’t take the insult anymore. Intent on slashing the honor-slandering woman, she drew a sharp rapier from her hip.
“You’ve insulted House Albion and me! In His Majesty’s name, I challenge you to a duel!!”
“His Majesty’s name? You dare invoke it before me?”
The blonde’s aura shifted instantly. Those once-kind eyes narrowed, pupils elongating vertically into serpentine slits.
No way—is she...?
Han Seyoung had called the princess a ‘dragon’ once. Her look, vibe, that casual confidence—it all screamed dragon.
Not a metaphor—a real dragon?
My dick was a master key that even seduced demons, but a dragon too?
“W-Wait...! That form...”
Iraha finally recognized her face, sweating bullets as she yelled.
“What an utter fool you are, northern noble. How do you fail to recognize the face of your future sovereign?”
“Th-That’s...!”
“Still not on your knees? Insolent!”
“I-I’m sorry...!”
The princess bellowed her command to submit. Iraha trembled, dropping to one knee.
Her vibe totally changed. No wonder Iraha didn’t clock her. The laid-back woman from before was gone—replaced by overwhelming authority. Even I nearly knelt, and it wasn’t aimed at me.
“For the sake of House Albion’s patriarch’s face and your past merits, I’ll let this slide once. Get lost!”
“Y-Yes! Most gracious, Your Highness!!!”
With that, the deep-sea brute Iraha scrambled up and fled the banquet hall. It all happened so fast, I was left dumbfounded.
“A bit too plain for a princess, right? It’s my favorite outfit, though. Got a little emotional there.”
“Ah... yeah...”
True, it was flashier and sturdier than Beapolis commoner wear, but not fit for a future empress.
“New face. Who’d you come with?”
“Ah... yeah!”
“A man shouldn’t wander these banquets alone. All those shady nobles prey on lone guys.”
That explained the aggressive cling-ons. The princess smirked, stepping closer.
“If it’s not too forward, shall I escort you to your companion?”
“No, uh, actually...”
Perfect. Mission time with the princess. I hemmed and hawed, then spoke up.
“I don’t wanna head back early.”
“Pardon?”
“I mean... flower viewing! The tulips blooming in the city—I wanna see ’em. Come with?”
“Oh dear, well...”
I gazed up at her with the widest, sparkliest eyes I could muster. She scratched her neck, looking flustered and thoughtful.
“Banquets must bore men. All that politics and dull war stories... Might as well chat with parrots.”
“Exactly! So come stroll the streets with me...”
“For flower viewing? Hmm...”
She crossed her arms, lost in thought. Her massive breasts—bigger than Seyoung’s—squished against them.
Not quite Han Seyoung level, but a beauty...
Still, the princess had a different allure from Seyoung. Like iron to a magnet, she drew people in.
“Turning down a date with a hunk like you? That’d be a woman’s loss.”
“Hehe...”
“Heading out openly would cause a fuss, so let’s slip out the back quietly.”
What a dummy! Hooked on my charm too. Leaving Han Seyoung to her fun chats, I followed the princess out.