Are You Kidding Me? (2)
Are you kidding me? Yeah, fuck my life. In the end, I really did get kidnapped.
It had been exactly one week since I transmigrated into the body of an imperial princess. And now, I was kidnapped.
I'd be lucky if I didn't get tortured.
Where the hell am I? If you're going to kidnap someone, at least do it right... With so many eyes watching, you do it this openly? Fucking unprofessional.
I forced my heavy eyelids open.
And then I realized—maybe it would have been better to keep them closed.
This place was a heaven of random junk. To be precise—a heaven of adult toys.
Wow, a textbook cliché kidnapping straight out of some novel. A completely unprofessional crime scene without even a blindfold.
My hands and feet were bound tightly, and there was even duct tape slapped over my mouth.
"Mmph! Mmph-mmph! Mmph!!"
Well, that lets them know I'm awake.
I waited with half-anticipation, wondering what kind of idiotically sloppy bastard would walk through that door.
And sure enough, the door burst open.
A massive man walked in. He had a heavily muscled, thoroughly trained physique that anyone could see.
But to my eyes, he looked entirely different.
Oh, black hair. A rough, delinquent-like face, and even a scar. Definitely the type with a nasty temper.
And a guy like that was piling up a mountain of adult toys right in front of me.
Ha, did my kinks get leaked already?
I swallowed a dry laugh.
That's right. I am over 100% sadist. A top-tier Femdom who doubles as a spanker, dominant, and degrader.
It was right when I was basking in my self-assurance.
Contrary to my expectations, the man spoke up quite hesitantly.
"Princess...? I... I heard your preference is to be... stretched out deep inside your stomach..."
"...?"
Wait.
What the fuck? Me?
What is this gloomy, stalker-looking bastard saying right now—
Only then did a crucial fact strike my brain like a lightning bolt.
Ah, fuck. I transmigrated, didn't I?
You crazy bitch of a princess. What the hell did you do with your life?
Did you seriously use all those trashy toys by yourself?
...Fuuuuuuck.
First, I need to get this tape off.
Otherwise, I'm going to get dragged around by this gloomy bastard without being able to do a damn thing.
I squirmed desperately, using my entire body to signal him to rip the tape off.
"Huh? Oh, you mean the tape?"
The man nodded, looking flustered.
"Ah, right. You need to speak... Sorry."
Riiip! The tape was torn off in one go.
It must have been on for a while, because my skin stung and throbbed.
"Ah, fuck. You bastard... What's your name?"
Startled by the sudden stream of curses, the man flinched before speaking.
"...Jeric."
"What? Speak up. Is something stuck in your throat?"
The man trembled slightly, then practically shouted this time.
"Jeric!! I said it's Jeric..."
"...Dropping honorifics?"
"...ma'am."
"Whatever. Untie these too."
My mouth was free, but my hands and feet were still bound. I didn't know how long I'd been left like this, but vivid red marks were already etched into my skin.
If I stayed like this any longer, it would be too easy to give him the wrong idea.
"No... If you let me... stuff you... if you let me stuff you... I'll untie you."
"...What?"
What the hell is this bastard saying?
He was tripping over his tongue so much that his words barely connected.
At this point, wouldn't it be a crime not to just interpret it however I wanted?
"Sure. Untie this, and I'll let you."
In an instant, Jeric's eyes flashed.
The light in his eyes, which had been barely visible before, suddenly flared to life, glittering with a strangely abnormal intensity.
In the end, it left a mark.
Yeah, yeah... I knew it. Leaving a mark on this porcelain skin of mine. You are so dead.
"Jeric, that thing you want. It's fine if I take the lead, right? I... have a lot more experience than you'd think."
I smiled like a fox, letting my words slip out deliberately slow.
Then, I pressed my index finger firmly against his solid chest.
Instantly, his face flushed a noticeable red. The heat rushed all the way to the tips of his ears, turning them hot in seconds.
"Ngh... But, I..."
Before he could trail off, I covered his mouth with my hand.
And then, I shoved him down onto the single bed beside us.
Of course, I lost my balance as well and tumbled down right on top of him.
We didn't have time for idle chatter.
It had been a week since I transmigrated as a princess. To survive, I had been burying my nose in this country's legal texts like a madwoman.
A whole week of celibacy. I figured I'd held back long enough.
"Shut it. I don't have time to listen to your excuses."
I smoothly slid down the zipper of his pants.
"Hngh, wait. We're doing it right away...?"
"Yeah, I can't wait any longer."
Even though I'd only pulled down his pants, the tip of his shaft was already soaking wet.
"Does Jeric always leak like a faucet just from having his pants pulled down?"
"No, I'm not...!! That's not it..."
Denying it even when caught red-handed—he looked just like a brat who loved getting punished while putting up a fight.
"Oh, really?"
Before the words even left my mouth, I slapped his thigh hard.
"Kh-hngh...!!"
He shuddered violently at just a single slap.
Contrary to his rough exterior, his reaction was incredibly vivid.
That fact tickled my nerves in a strange way.
Huh?... Wait, why is this...
I was momentarily lost for words.
Why did it... get bigger? This bastard, he's reacting like this to just one hit?
A guy who gets hard from getting beaten? There was only one answer. A masochist.
I thrust two fingers into Jeric's mouth, swirling them around.
"Mgh, ngh... Hah..."
Jeric gasped, unable to form proper words.
The corners of his eyes flushed red, his suppressed reactions laid completely bare.
I observed his reaction from up close.
For a second, I almost lost my mind, but I grit my teeth and barely held onto my sanity. Then, I roughly yanked my hand out.
I tend to adjust my methods depending on my partner's experience level. It's only polite, after all.
"Pwah...!!"
"It seems Jeric is quite used to this kind of stimulation?"
"Wh-what... No. There's no way... Hngh!!"
No matter how much he denied it, his flushed body was already pointing in the exact opposite direction of his words.
"Mmh, is that so? At this point, even a tiny bit of stimulation will give you away instantly."
I smiled lazily, looking down at him with pressuring eyes.
"Hah...! Hngh... No, why there...!!"
"You're... quite sensitive."
Jeric already looked like he had lost all reason. His fingertips tightly gripped the snow-white sheets.
"Sorry to interrupt your fun, but... who the hell are you?"
I looked down at him, smiling leisurely.
Look at him. In this state, he won't even be able to answer properly.
My finger slowly pressed against the entrance of his heat.
In that moment, a subtly shifted sensation cut through the air.
"...It went in."
I muttered, briefly confirming the situation.
"Hngh...! Ah."
Oh, nice sound.
"Wait, what did you put in...!! Hngh, no...!!"
"Spit it out. Don't forget that I'm the one holding the reins right now."
What are you going to do if I do this?
I barely suppressed a sneer as I pushed my finger in up to the first knuckle.
"Haaah! N-no... It's weird... It feels weird...!! Please... Ah, it hurts..."
Hmm, maybe this was a bit much for a beginner. Going straight for the back door, was it too harsh?
...As if I'd ever think that.
Whether you cry tears and snot, rip your hole and bleed, or even take a shit because you didn't prep.
My stomach is ridiculously strong, so I couldn't care less. Just tell me who you are.
Press—
Yeah, now that we've come this far, there are no other options. It's a bit too late to act surprised.
Well, what are you gonna do about it?
"Haaah? Ah? H-haaah?! I-I'll tell... I'll tell you...! I'll speak... Please, please..."
Along with his trembling body, his voice shook thinly.
"No take-backs. And why do you keep dropping honorifics with me?"
"I'm sorry, hngh... Yes, ma'am... I'll tell you, hngh! I'll do it...!!"
Unable to speak properly, he nodded frantically through his tears.
Push, push. Squeeze—
"Ha, hah... Ah...? Haaah? Ah, hngh...!"
Oh, he makes sounds like this too.
I let out a low chuckle.
"But your face is really a sight to behold."
Following my mocking words, my gaze grew even sharper.
"Looking at you now, you're about to hit your limit."
Just as expected, his walls clamped down mercilessly.
A moment later, Jeric screamed as he came, completely drowned in pleasure.
His entire body shuddered violently.
"Haaah, haaah... Ah! Hngh...!! Ahhhhh!!!"
Spurt, spurt!
Oh, that's quite a lot.
I tilted my head, smiling lazily.
"You can't control your face at all."
Though his face had been a mess during the climax, the expression left afterward was entirely different.
His strangely unfocused eyes and relaxed breathing clearly showed the lingering afterglow.
His face is good, but his body is even better proportioned.
About five minutes passed.
Having regained his senses, Jeric turned toward me as I sat on the edge of the bed. He quietly grabbed my wrist.
"When I said 'stuffed,' I didn't mean I was the one getting stuffed... Ugh." Jeric clutched his waist.
"You should have spoken more clearly then."
"Princess, take responsibility..."
"Responsibility?"
Looking up at me with a cracked, exhausted voice, talking about responsibility with that face.
"Huh, why should I? Screw responsibility, just tell me who you are first."
Silence.
Exactly five seconds.
"...I'm the Crown Prince."
"Huh? Oh, fuck! If you're the Crown Prince, doesn't that make you my brother?"
No way. It's a lie. Surely not? Is this plot really taking an incestuous turn?
"So it's true that you lost your memory... Why on earth did you spend the last week staying up all night reading books...?"
"That's the princess's rule."
"You are not the princess."
...?
What the hell is this guy talking about?
"You are merely the daughter of the capital's lord. You have absolutely no relation to the imperial family."
"Huh?"
Bullshit. What does that mean? The people at the mansion definitely called me 'Princess'.
"Fuck, hey. If I'm not a princess, then what am I? No, what is this? Is it a bug?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, but you are simply a Young-Ae of an influential family in the Empire."
Fuck, then just how rich was I?
I was living like a romance fantasy princess in a ridiculously massive palace, getting showered with love by everyone!
Seriously, what is up with this world?
Should I check my family first?
What the hell is this... What am I supposed to do?
Seriously, what was the point of reading all those books like you said?
My mind was completely tangled up.
"If you won't take responsibility for me, then I will take responsibility for you."
"Forget it, what do you mean responsibility? Just take me home—"
Thud.
My vision instantly went black.
Once again, my consciousness was cut off without any explanation.
Ah... please. If you're going to do this, at least let me stay awake.