The Queen Took Him
Queen Beatrix stood proudly before the crowd, delivering her speech.
A sea of people formed a massive, chaotic wave on that bustling day.
One man lay sprawled on the throne in the shape of a cross, gasping for breath.
A poisoned arrow was buried deep in his chest.
The people screamed and fled in every direction.
The knights who had been protecting the queen and the soldiers who had been controlling the crowd scattered in all directions.
They were searching for the assassin who had dared to attempt regicide in broad daylight.
“W-why……”
The queen with black hair asked in a daze.
She was a tyrant, and she knew it herself.
People with exceptional abilities usually looked at their subordinates like insects.
Those who did not comply with her will were executed without mercy.
Yet why?
A boy in ragged clothes smiled and moved his lips.
He only looked like a boy, but he was a proper young man; the queen could never have known that.
“Your Majesty… you are a good person.”
“W-what…?”
The queen’s eyes widened in surprise.
Calling herself a tyrant and hearing that she was a good person?
She immediately suspected that he was flattering her to gain some advantage.
‘Wait… that doesn’t seem like it.’
The eyes of the man she saw were clearer than anyone else’s.
In a life-or-death situation, no one would flatter if it weren’t in their nature.
Though a handsome appearance could deceive, many people were rotten inside; she had never seen a person with clear eyes turn out rotten.
And he was not a lunatic with clear eyes either.
The queen looked around and, seeing the knight standing beside her, gave her order.
“Even if it takes everything, save this boy.”
“Yes, I will take him right away.”
The armored knight stared at the boy with sparkling eyes.
The boy who had taken the poison arrow instead of the king.
It was unthinkable for a knight or a human to leave him to die.
The queen briefly sighed as she watched the knight hurriedly carry the boy away.
*
In this world of reversed gender roles, where men were pursued and women dominated, and where the erotic, submissive men genre reigned supreme, it was the ultimate femdom world.
A game played as a bet with friends and its penalties burned vividly in her mind.
There were four heroines, one queen each in the east, west, south, and north.
Because it was a femdom setting, every heroine had their own strange tastes.
The eastern queen was no exception.
She had been reincarnated into that world as an orphan and, fortunately, had entered the service of a certain merchant.
Then, due to some unforeseen event…
“Ugh…!”
The man, Albert, woke up from his past dreams.
He remembered being hit by the arrow and fainting.
After that, he had no idea how everything had unfolded.
His vision was blurred from the poison.
His head was fuzzy, so he had muttered nonsense.
‘What the hell is this?’
A soft, luxurious bed. Even in winter, the wide room was wonderfully warm.
All the furniture was equally extravagant.
There were two doors.
Albert could not hide his surprise at the stark contrast between this place and the gloomy side room of the merchant’s shop.
‘Where on earth am I?’
Where was this?
Should he run? Or stay?
Albert was struggling to get his bearings.
“Welcome back, Your Highness.”
A handsome servant entered and bowed his head.
Albert had lived as an ordinary orphan commoner working as a delivery boy for the merchant.
The servant was an older man.
Just looking at him should have meant he didn’t need to use honorifics, yet…
‘Since the Queen is paying special attention…’
He could not treat the boy he had saved from the Queen’s life carelessly.
He had to behave politely, as he would to any noble.
Not even a hint of surprise showed on his face.
He had worked under the queen rumored to be a tyrant and grown a thick skin for it.
“U-um… who are you?”
“I am a servant of His Highness. By Her Majesty’s order, I have been attending to the guest.”
“Oh… I see.”
“Yes. Since you have woken up, I will inform His Highness immediately. She may come to see you soon, so please rest comfortably.”
The tyrant was coming.
The servant left the room without giving Albert a chance to respond.
“Wow……”
What was he supposed to do now?
Should he run away right now?
Or just watch for now?
His face didn’t look bad, and he was lying in such a room with bandages on his body.
Albert’s mind was tangled with all kinds of wild thoughts and anxiety.
As a result, he lay there writhing in pain, not even realizing time was passing.
“What are you thinking about so seriously?”
The queen with black hair approached quietly and spoke.
“E-eh?!”
Albert yelped in surprise and could not hide his panic.
He had no idea the queen was coming while he was lost in thought.
“I’m sorry. I greet Your Majesty.”
He tried to get out of bed quickly and bow his head, but the queen’s hand stopped him.
“Don’t. I don’t want to scold you for excessive courtesy with an injured person.”
If someone else had seen this, they would have been shocked and their eyes would have widened.
But Albert was forced to play the game and figure out the heroine’s personality.
The eastern queen, Beatrix, was known as a tyrant even among tyrants, but in truth, her core nature was gentle.
That gentleness would only be revealed at the end… anyway.
“More importantly, answer my question. What were you thinking about?”
Her cool yet beautiful voice urged him to respond.
Albert briefly considered that he had no good excuse, then decided to tell the truth.
“A servant came before Your Majesty arrived. She said His Highness might come, so I was worried about what to do.”
“Hmm… you were tense, huh. That brat shouldn’t have said unnecessary things.”
Beatrix muttered with displeasure.
She had been given the title of tyrant because she had executed countless people, but there was a reason for every one of them.
Since Albert knew the reason, he was sure nothing serious would happen.
It wasn’t something that would upset the queen’s mood.
“Well, that’s possible. Anyway, thank you.”
Thud.
Beatrix’s plump buttocks pressed down on the bed, making Albert’s cheeks flush red.
The sight of her fleshly hips wrapped in a dress was quite stimulating.
And if that reality was even more erotic and beautiful than a video, then even more so.
‘Videos and reality are different.’
Albert felt dizzy with a new realization.
“No, it’s not that. It happened because of circumstances… you are being too kind to me.”
“Whether the reason is good or bad, you saved me. So tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.”
Anything.
Beatrix promised to repay with sincerity.
However.
Albert only shook his head slightly and did not ask for anything in return.
“As long as Your Majesty is safe, that’s enough for me. Besides, you gave me this wonderful room to rest in and even treated my wounds.”
“That’s only natural. I want to receive proper repayment quickly. Money, goods, anything.”
“Really… it’s fine.”
The anxiety of what would happen if he accepted a reward.
And a slight humility wrapped in sincerity.
Beatrix read the emotions on Albert’s face.
‘Interesting kid.’
People had feared her for a long time.
It was nothing new.
The strange point was that even with the opportunity to seize wealth and glory right in front of him, he had not been greedy.
Because there was no calculation for greater reward, it was even more precious.
The men she knew were sensitive to their own interests and generally had thick weak spots.
“For now, rest.”
He had to repay the person who had saved her life.
By lowering his own dignity and showing that his life was worthless.
Beatrix decided she had to give him a gift no matter what and stood up.
If she just pushed him away, any conversation would only waste time.
“Ah, goodbye.”
She turned her back on Albert’s greeting and walked down the corridor.
What kind of reward should she give?
Who on earth was that guy?
Without waiting to return to the palace for an audience, she called one woman.
The woman wore a tightly fitted outfit.
It was the kind of uniform worn by those in the queen’s personal intelligence organization.
“It’s nothing difficult. No need for infiltration. Just investigate a bit.”
“Whatever you command.”
The woman bowed her head while feeling relieved inside.
She had great loyalty to the queen, but there was nothing wrong with an easy task.
Moreover, it was at the level of running errands for investigating children.
“I saw the kid who took the arrow instead of me recently? Investigate that kid. Birthplace, human relationships, growth background. Be as thorough as possible.”
“…Yes, I understand.”
There was something strange about it, but since it was an order, she would follow it.
The woman left the palace without delay.
And before several days passed, she returned with the results.
She didn’t need to go far; the owner of the merchant shop that had hired Albert already knew everything about him.
One, two days.
Albert’s name gradually grew in popularity.
The report brought by her subordinate was very welcome.
[Name: Albert.]
[Residence: Side room of the merchant shop.]
[Characteristics: Orphan abandoned as a parentless child, raised in an orphanage. Later joined the eyes of the current owner of the Crawler Merchant Shop, worked as odd jobs to support himself. Donated part of the collected funds to the orphanage he was raised in. Aside from that……]
Tap, tap.
Beatrix’s empty right hand tapped the desk.
A thin report about the size of one sheet was in her left hand.
Tap. She set the report down in her hand and pushed it away, turning her back to the mana lamp light hanging from the ceiling.
Dense darkness lay outside the window.
She was wearing thin clothes as if for sleep and walked down the corridor to enter the room where Albert was sleeping.
She moved for no other reason than to see his face.
It was a queen-like action, even if only because of her fiery side.
Beatrix’s eyes looked at the sleeping Albert with a small sigh.
She carefully moved her feet so as not to wake him and sat beside him.
How could he live like that?
In such a difficult situation, he should have grabbed the opportunity when it came.
It was hard to understand for Beatrix.
‘Is that even true…’
A good person.
The man who had been thrown into this harsh world said that to her, the farthest evaluation she had ever heard.
It was not a line spoken out of flattery or fear.
‘Yeah… no way a addicted guy could play up in that situation.’
Even with a steel-like spirit, it would be hard to flatter in that situation.
When Albert’s sincerity reached her heart, heat filled Beatrix’s pupils.
“Um…?”
While carefully reaching out to touch Albert’s ash-gray hair, the unusually bulged blanket caught her attention.
What was he hiding?
With a gentle hand, she carefully lifted the blanket.
“Sniff…!”
The tyrant, who had not been shaken even by countless piles of blood and severed necks, nearly let out a scream.
She had only covered her mouth with her bare hand, thank goodness.
Otherwise, the loud noise might have woken the child.
‘How… is that possible? It’s that big?’
She had a perfectly clean body in every sense, but she was not ignorant of sex.
In fact, she knew a lot.
But she had never seen a penis that large in her life.
The sight of his pants being torn and him screaming was extremely stimulating.
It was similar to seeing a man’s chest swell as if his clothes were about to burst.
Beatrix reached out as if entranced toward the area near Albert’s groin.
“Waaah……”
A low groan unconsciously escaped her.
It was only when the tip of her finger touched that the strong throbbing of the average-over penis was felt as highly stimulating.
What about inside?
She wanted to see.
Because Beatrix was a personality that could not resist curiosity, she forgot her shyness and placed her hand on the waistband of his pants.
It was also thanks to the setting that all heroines had exceptionally strong sexual desires.
And, at the moment she carefully pulled it down.
The stiff, erect penis that would have covered Beatrix’s face flopped in front of her eyes.
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