Taming the Princess -2
The wicked conditioning — weaving scent with pleasure — continued for nearly half a day.
Schlick♡
"No… not again…♡"
Mistrielle floundered in a hell of pleasure the entire time.
"Mmgh…!"
But more miserable than the pleasure itself was the scent.
Her face, forcibly shoved into the laundry basket reeking of orc musk — she couldn't bear to imagine what expression she was making now.
At first, naturally, the orc's smell had been utterly repulsive.
But now it no longer felt unpleasant.
That meant her body was growing strange.
Proof that her very walls were being corrupted.
'It should definitely be disgusting…'
The pleasure that relentlessly tormented her and the scent assaulting her keen sense of smell were becoming bizarrely linked.
'No… don't focus on it…♡'
No matter how hard she tried to ignore the smell, her wolf's exceptional olfactory senses couldn't help but register it.
Her body was beginning to remember.
Forcing itself to learn that the orc's scent was something good.
'No…♡'
The session — making her climax endlessly while forcing her to inhale that smell — stretched on for a very long time.
"Pffhaa…♡"
But the torment, which had felt like it would last forever, finally ended.
The reason, of course, was not the princess's will.
"…"
Looking around, the orc stood before her.
The one who had dared order this outrage against her.
"You…"
She could never forgive the orc who had done this to her.
If they were in the kingdom, she wouldn't have had him executed — she'd have had him drawn and quartered.
But—
"Still feeling rebellious, I see?"
This was the orc's Flower Garden.
No one here would follow Mistrielle's orders. Everyone followed him.
"Th-That's…"
Even the fierce Mistrielle, having already suffered once, couldn't just blurt things out so easily anymore.
'Sometimes a beating is the best medicine. This is exactly one of those times.'
The orc, seeing the princess had at least stopped baring her fangs even if she wasn't fully obedient, felt like he could finally talk to her.
The princess who had been nothing but shrill and irritating yesterday was now cautiously watching his mood.
"F-Fine. I get it, so just… stop doing that."
In a sense, it had been far too dangerous a conditioning method.
Scent conditioning, of all things, on a beastman with a sensitive sense of smell…
'If I really end up broken, how are you going to take responsibility…'
But she couldn't actually voice that complaint.
"Why aren't you answering?"
Gornakh didn't reply to her demand to stop the conditioning.
Which made Mistrielle's anxiety spike.
"Still using casual speech, I see."
"W-Wait…!"
"Let's eat first, then wash up, and then continue."
He wasn't speaking to her.
He was talking to the succubi beside him — the ones who had been corrupting her walls.
"J-Just a moment…!"
But before Mistrielle could even finish her sentence, the door to the room closed.
The succubi surrounding her now looked like beasts ready to devour her.
Of course, they wouldn't literally eat her — but they were trying to destroy her virtue, so it was no different.
"You worked hard today, so we'll start again tomorrow."
In that moment, the succubi — who had seemed like gentle handmaidens until now — became terrifying.
"Time to eat."
Given how roughly she'd been treated, she expected some disgusting slop like swill.
"The food is… better than I thought…"
Not that it improved her mood, but eating something tasty did lift her spirits a little.
The bathing area was also surprisingly clean — hard to believe it was a place where filthy, vulgar orcs lived.
"Is the water temperature to your liking?"
"Uh, yeah…"
Normally, she would have snapped at being asked such a thing, but forced politeness had been drilled into her, and Mistrielle answered in a way that was unlike herself.
A decent bath, followed by a not-uncomfortable bed…
But still, after everything that had happened today, her eyes were growing heavy.
"…"
"Why… why aren't you leaving?"
She was uneasy.
There was no reason for so many succubi to be watching her sleep.
"Oh, we're going to continue the conditioning while you sleep."
"W-What?"
Mistrielle's blood ran cold.
"Don't worry. We'll start after you've fallen asleep, so you can rest easy~"
That was hardly reassuring.
"Conditioning…?"
"We'll do something similar to what we did earlier."
She trembled.
She was truly going to be broken at this rate.
Filled with a sense of crisis, Mistrielle tried to stand, but the succubi restrained her, as expected.
"Looks like you're having trouble sleeping. We'll help you fall asleep."
Succubus magic unfolded before her eyes.
A sleep spell forced drowsiness to crash over her.
'No…♡'
But in the end, her noble blood could not resist slumber.
And then it was the succubi's time.
"Ugh…"
Mistrielle woke from her sleep.
"…"
She felt as though something had changed in her body.
"Oh, you're awake. Shall we start with the morning session?"
"Last night…"
"Yes?"
Had it been a dream?
"What happened last night?"
"Oh, we just kept doing what we'd been doing. Don't worry about it — let's have breakfast first."
"How can I not worry about it!?"
She finally lost her temper and exploded.
"I don't know how you whores operate, but how dare you lay a hand on royal flesh?!"
Her true nature burst forth completely, words spilling out uncontrollably.
"You're all getting the death sentence! Do you hear me?!"
But the succubi didn't look particularly fazed.
"Are you going to eat breakfast?"
"Are you ignoring me right now?!"
The succubus didn't answer.
Instead, the orc arrived.
"W-What is it?"
The orc's scent…
'Why doesn't it feel bad?'
If anything, it felt almost… good…
"W-Why are you here…"
Mistrielle's tail tucked immediately the moment the orc appeared.
"You're Mistrielle, right?"
"M-Most people call me Mine for short…"
Completely cowed by the orc's conditioning, a bitch with her tail between her legs.
But Gornakh knew she still hadn't fully hidden her fangs.
As the orc approached, she backed away until she hit the wall.
"Hmm…"
"W-What… is it…"
"Not enough yet."
The orc didn't touch her further. He stepped back.
"Continue the conditioning."
"W-What? W-Wait…!"
Mistrielle spoke, flustered.
"Hey, you bastard! I'm already speaking politely to you like you wanted, aren't I?!"
She had a fouler mouth than expected, this princess.
"Still not enough."
"What?"
"Tell me when the conditioning reaches the level I want."
Without even looking at the princess, he spoke to the succubus and then vanished without a trace.
"What kind of bastard does he think he is!?"
Princess Mistrielle — Mine for short — seemed thoroughly pissed off by the orc's attitude.
But getting angry now was pointless.
"D-Don't come near me…!"
The succubi were going to torment her with that painful yet unmistakably pleasurable torture all over again.
The olfactory conditioning, which should never be done to a beastman, resumed.
"Mmgh…♡"
She had long since given up trying to resist.
Except for meals and sleep, she spent almost all her time receiving this strange education.
"Haaah…♡"
Now, without the orc's scent, she felt a strange emptiness…
'Wh-What am I even thinking?'
Mistrielle was horrified at how her own perception was being twisted.
Shaking her head wildly wouldn't change her thoughts easily, but she had to do something.
"Long time no see?"
And at that impeccable timing, the orc appeared.
Her surprise at seeing him lasted only a moment.
Sniff sniff…
…♡
Strangely, just looking at the orc made her lower abdomen ache.
Not because he was handsome or her type — obviously not.
It was because of the orc's scent. The very scent she had been forced to smell every time she climaxed…
Hic…♡
"Hmm, looks like it's coming along nicely."
With that, the orc yanked his pants down.
"Disgusting…"
The orc's cock was, naturally, as monstrous in scent as it was in appearance.
"…♡"
But…
It was definitely a stronger smell than when she'd simply been in his presence.
Hnnnnggg…♡
She was shocked to hear herself let out a lewd, bitch-like moan as she unconsciously inhaled his scent.
"Hmm…"
Her tail wagged gently, a clear sign of the conditioning's effect.
The orc was satisfied with the results.
"Do you still think it's disgusting and filthy?"
"Th-That… no…♡"
The noble princess, who would normally never even look at something dirty…
But now, even faced with that filthy, disgusting, rank-smelling cock, she felt no clear disgust.
Instead, a throbbing ache in her lower abdomen…
'D-Dangerous…♡'
'I have to make him stop, somehow…'
"—Chief?"
Fortunately, the orc's dangerous actions were interrupted by his subordinate's voice.
"…Haaah…"
The orc let out a sigh as if the sky itself were falling.
The succubus outside the room had apparently delivered some unfortunate news.
"I was planning to eat today."
The orc hurriedly exited, as if something had come up.
But Mistrielle's heart was still in turmoil.
'E-Eat me?'
She trembled, realizing he didn't mean physically eating her — but something else entirely.
'I have to escape no matter what.'
Mistrielle steeled her resolve.