Misunderstood Rape (5)
“Then let’s begin the actual meeting in earnest now.”
“Huh?”
When Gyeoul looked flustered, Trisha—who was running the proceedings—raised an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong?”
“No, it’s just… I was wondering if everything we’ve done until now wasn’t the real meeting.”
Gyeoul glanced around the lecture hall that had been turned into a conference room and at the people seated in every chair.
As an aside, this was the first time she had ever set foot inside an academy classroom.
“What we’ve done so far was just sharing information. We haven’t had any votes or debates yet.”
“Ohhh.”
She was right.
Until now they had simply been organizing the facts—Parin explaining the situation with the Demon King Lilith to everyone including Gyeoul, Alejandra describing how she seemed to have run into Lilith yesterday, and so on.
Gyeoul thought to herself, How interesting.
She had assumed that since Trisha was an imperial princess she would simply issue commands on her own.
It was quite different from the image of princesses she had seen in Korean historical dramas.
“Anyway… We’ll vote on the first agenda item immediately. The proposition is: ‘If anyone outside this group attempts to harm Gyeoul, we will join forces to stop them.’ If you agree, please raise your hand.”
“Eh…?”
While Gyeoul was still blinking in confusion, twenty-two hands shot up in perfect unison from every direction around her.
There were twenty-three people in total— the original academy students plus Trisha, Parin, Miel, and Gyeoul.
In other words, it was unanimous.
Gyeoul whispered in a daze, “You guys…”
Everyone was saying they would protect her.
Her chest grew tight.
Her heart pounded. Honestly, she was moved.
“…Excellent.”
Trisha looked pleased as she continued guiding the meeting.
“Before we vote on our future course of action, let us begin discussions on—”
But around this point Gyeoul began to feel genuinely sleepy.
The conversation mixed words she only half-understood with ones she didn’t know at all, while clear facts and opinions criss-crossed.
“Hwaaam…”
She tried to hold it back because it seemed rude, yet the yawns kept escaping.
So sleepy…
In the end, her sleep deprivation still hadn’t been resolved.
She should have been napping to fix it, but because of Lilith one thing had led to another and she had ended up offering her pussy to Alejandra.
“Gyeoul.”
The student sitting beside her whispered.
“I’ll wake you when it’s over. Would you like to rest for a while?”
Blood-red hair and equally red eyes.
Plus two pairs of unusually sharp fangs, top and bottom, that gave the beautiful girl a striking impression.
It was Camilla, the academy’s only vampire.
On the other side, of course, sat Laia.
Everyone had coveted the seat next to Gyeoul, but the two with the strongest individual combat ability had claimed them.
“Mmm… but… hwaaam…”
“I shall wake you at the proper time, so do not worry.”
Camilla glanced around before asking, “And while you sleep, may I take a small amount of blood?”
“Yeah, that’s fine… haam…”
Gyeoul laid her face down on top of her breasts, which were resting on the desk.
“Then you have to wake me if I’m needed…”
“Have no fear.”
Camilla waited until Gyeoul’s breathing evened out, then gently brushed aside the black hair covering her neck with her fingertips.
Fangs sank into Gyeoul’s neck—slowly, carefully.
She didn’t take much blood.
Just as succubi had replaced meals with semen, vampires did not live on blood alone.
It was simply a racial act of bondage and indulgence.
So she took only a single mouthful, then withdrew both fangs and lips.
“…♡”
Ecstasy bloomed inside Camilla’s mouth.
As one who carried the bloodline of a True Ancestor she had tasted many kinds of blood, yet none had ever been as delicious as Gyeoul’s.
“~~~~♡”
Camilla shivered, savoring the blood in her mouth. She would treasure it until the meeting ended.
“…Hmph.”
Laia shot Camilla a disgruntled look before turning her gaze away.
Next time we mate I’ll leave bite marks on Gyeoul’s body to soothe my possessiveness.
After all, Gyeoul belonged to everyone.
“Zzz…”
“Gyeoul, wake up.”
“Hwaaam…?”
“Those who agree with the opinion ‘For the time being we will avoid direct contact with Lilith and simply observe the situation’ please raise your hands. One, two, three… Majority confirmed. Motion adopted.”
Trisha continued, “With that, discussion on the main reason we called this meeting is concluded. Since we are all gathered, does anyone have additional matters they wish to discuss?”
The princess’s eyes swept across the classroom.
“No one? In that case—”
“U-um, excuse me!”
The brave student who raised her hand suddenly found twenty-two pairs of eyes locked on her.
Barley-colored hair tied in a ponytail.
It was Chacha.
“—!”
The instant every gaze converged on her, her face burned as if it would explode.
But Chacha stole a quick glance at Gyeoul, drew courage from it, and shouted,
“H-how about creating a suggestion box where students can propose hypnosis concepts for Gyeoul’s next week?!”
That day, Chacha experienced her very first standing ovation.
**
Several hours after the meeting ended.
In her newly assigned dormitory room, Trisha gazed at the moon outside the window when a thought suddenly crossed her mind.
Wasn’t today’s student meeting essentially the same as an imperial council session?
The emperor, the empire’s high-ranking human lords, and representatives of the non-human races and demon races gathered to discuss the empire’s great and small affairs—the highest decision-making body in the empire.
The academy students were not yet lords or racial representatives, but they were their daughters, and it was all but certain they would inherit those positions in time.
These individuals had gathered, aligned their opinions, and decided on the path they would walk.
It felt as though a new political entity of a new generation had been born, separate from the imperial council composed of their parents.
Yet the central figure of that entity was not the princess Trisha.
It was Gyeoul.
She, who was everyone’s woman.
Logically, as a princess she ought to feel alarm at such a situation…
Trisha gave a bitter smile.
Looks like I’ve fallen completely.
Not even the slightest sense of caution arose in her.
Because the one at the center was none other than Gyeoul.
Besides.
The memory of the real imperial council she had observed as a princess flickered through Trisha’s mind.
The vicious threats over rights and interests, the ever-shifting alliances, the lords and monarchs growling at one another because they refused to lose out in their deals.
In contrast, today’s gathering had been…
Peaceful.
Of course Trisha knew the two could not be compared one-to-one.
Even so.
…I think I understand a little why marriage alliances are so powerful.
If that was the case, then the empire of the next generation—their generation—
“…Hehe.”
Trisha rose from the window.
She did not know where the road would lead.
But she felt almost no anxiety.
Because she would walk it together with Gyeoul and everyone else who loved her.
“Haaaa…”
Suddenly she missed Gyeoul so badly it hurt.
Licking her skin, kissing her, kneading those breasts while burying herself deep inside that moist, seductive, irresistible pussy—
“…Ah.”
She had gotten hard.
For the first time, Trisha masturbated while thinking of Gyeoul.
It felt second only to receiving direct sexual relief.
**
The next day—Sunday morning.
“Hwaaam…”
Gyeoul lazily rolled around in bed before reaching out and ringing the bell on the side table with a clear ding.
Soon an extremely, extremely, extremely magnificent breakfast was delivered.
Foods included honey, cream, bread, all kinds of fresh fruit, sugar, jam, eggs, butter, cured ham, salad…
Drinks included fresh milk, fruit juice, black tea, and light wine…
The spread was luxurious enough to rival the breakfast served to Trisha’s mother, the emperor herself, in the imperial palace.
“Nom!”
She ate only what she wanted, as much as she wanted, then rang the bell again. This time the staff swiftly cleared everything away.
Gyeoul patted her nicely rounded belly and flopped back onto the bed.
Ah, this is wonderful.
Her sleep deprivation was gone.
Her mind felt sharp.
In other words, she had completely regained her sanity. So the next thing that should come was—
“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!”
Blanket kick!
Flailing limbs!
I must have lost my mind.
I completely, totally lost my mind!!!
Chastity treatment whatever and dick-something maid? What kind of insane setting is that!? The reactions were good, sure—but that’s not the problem! The problem is all the ridiculous nonsense I said—KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!
But even worse was the fact that,
even though the Demon King had briefly taken over her body,
because she had gone into heat,
with a clear mind.
With a clear mind!
With a completely clear mind!!
She had clung to Alejandra’s cock, stroking and sucking until the semen came out, while frantically touching her own body and reaching a suffocating, service-driven climax…!!!!!
“KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!”
Gyeoul kicked the blankets, rolled left and right, hugged her thighs to her chest and spun in circles—using every possible method to throw an all-out tantrum on the bed.
‘This… hey…’
From somewhere deep inside Gyeoul a voice called to her, yet—
“KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!”
Of course Gyeoul heard nothing at all.
‘This… look here… you bastard…’
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! I’ve gone maaaaaaad!!!”
‘Look here! You there, you bastard! Hey! Are you deaf?!’
This… hey… you bastard…
Look here… you there…
You bastard! I am speaking to you—the one who was meant to become this lady’s mother!
Gyeoul blinked. Who was that? Had Miel come to visit?
‘You bastard! I am referring to you, the one who was supposed to become the mother of this lady!’