Sorting the Hierarchy - 1
“Nngh… mmm…”
No matter how potent a drug might be, its effects were bound to fade in the end.
And for a monarch, that moment always arrived all the sooner.
Beatrix let out a faint moan and opened her eyes.
She banished the fog of sleep with a single pulse of magic and sat bolt upright in bed.
The sly, knowing smile Maria had worn just before she drifted off still gnawed at her, leaving her restless and on edge.
Only—
This scent…?!
It was already far too late to stop anything.
The three monarchs of the Albert-Eating Club had gotten exactly what they wanted.
More precisely, they had set out to devour him and ended up being the ones devoured—but still.
A thick, cloying, yet somehow fragrant smell struck her nose, and Beatrix’s brow furrowed hard.
As his lawful wife, there was no way she could fail to recognize the scent of Albert’s semen that she breathed in every single day.
“Haah… haah…”
“I love… I love youuu…”
“Mmm… slurp…”
Sprawled across the bed lay a tangle of red, pink, and golden hair.
Three females, every one of them lost in a daze, still savoring the afterglow of pure rapture.
Their bellies were swollen and taut; thick cream and love juices mixed into a filthy cocktail that still oozed from their slits in heavy gouts.
It was a sight guaranteed to make anyone’s eyes roll back in their head.
Unforgivable.
They were the counterweights that kept the continent in balance—women who shared the same burdens she did, colleagues of a sort, one might even say.
Now they had become something closer to blood enemies.
Because they had dared to fuck another woman’s man.
Small wonder Beatrix’s gaze had gone ice-cold.
“I don’t recall ever giving you permission to eat him.”
Yet the next sight that met her eyes snuffed out the rage and left only blank bewilderment in its place.
Smack!
Albert’s open palm cracked hard across Wilhelmina’s heavy breast while her tongue was still stretched out toward his cock.
There was no mercy in the blow—it landed with the same brutal force one would use on a pair of ass cheeks, and the wet, meaty slap rang out clear and sharp.
“Haaah…! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
One side of her chest flushed scarlet, a perfect handprint blooming across the soft flesh, and still Wilhelmina moaned in a voice thick with pure delight.
Wilhelmina—the most high-strung, short-tempered tyrant of them all.
Beatrix exhaled a short sigh and started toward the bed where the three women lay sprawled in such vulgar abandon.
Sensing her approach, the three snapped back to themselves and twisted around to look.
“I think we need to talk.”
That single cold demand for conversation was enough to set them moving.
Perhaps the time it takes to drink a cup of tea passed after that.
Albert, now dressed neatly once more, was the first to bow his head.
“I’m sorry, Beatrix. This is all because I wasn’t enough…”
“It isn’t your fault.”
Of course not.
What blame could possibly rest with him?
Beatrix pulled Albert into her arms and comforted him, even as her eyes cut toward the three women standing awkwardly behind him.
If her heart had its way she would have drawn a blade right then and there and taken their heads.
In that moment, the peace of the continent and the balance of power meant nothing at all.
Had Albert not stopped her, blood would already have been spilled.
“Do you really want to die?”
“I’m sorry.”
Kristia lowered her head first; the other two accomplices followed suit at once.
No excuses, no justifications—only a single, bare apology.
Damn them.
Beatrix’s voice remained frigid as she tore into them.
“Your ridiculous demand to see his cock was already annoying enough, but I let it slide. And then you go and drug him so you can jump him? That is a line you do not cross.”
Cross a line and you pay the price.
That was what Beatrix was telling them.
“…Do as you will.”
Once the deed was done, simply go with the flow.
Kristia held faithfully to that principle.
The others said nothing, but they thought the same.
They had already burned every bridge behind them; all that remained was to let the current carry them.
With Albert’s seed filling their wombs to overflowing, they no longer felt any regret.
They could die right here and still be content.
“Wait here.”
After a heavy silence, Beatrix took Albert by the hand and led him out of the bedroom.
Once they reached the Round Table chamber, Albert bowed his head again.
“I’m sorry.”
“As I already said, it isn’t your fault. The fault belongs to those women who used drugs and magic to force themselves on you.”
Beatrix soothed him while treating the other monarchs like objects.
She had worried he might have been scarred by being forced, and by being made to force himself in turn.
Thankfully, he showed no such signs.
If anything, he almost looks refreshed…
That had to be her imagination.
Beatrix gave a small shake of her head, banishing the idle fancy.
“First let’s get the situation straight. Tell me everything that happened while I was asleep.”
“Yes. Well…”
Albert paused a moment, then laid out the events on the bed in plain, unvarnished terms—right down to the fact that he had seized the initiative.
“I figured that if I simply let them take me, I would end up losing. And I thought that as long as I held the reins, I didn’t necessarily have to use them.”
“…I see.”
She had known Albert’s stamina was formidable.
She had never imagined it was strong enough to pin three monarchs beneath him.
Beatrix answered in a complicated tone and folded her arms.
Her gaze on the floor was deeply troubled.
If she killed those three right now, the chaos would reach even the East.
And if that happened, she would be so busy cleaning up the mess that their sweet daily hours together would become nearly impossible.
If order could be restored, that would be ideal—but the odds of failure were higher.
The harder something is suppressed, the more violently it rebounds.
Dealing with all of it could easily paint the entire continent red with blood.
And even if I went that far, I’d be lucky if it actually ended there.
In the worst case, Beatrix might be left to rule the whole continent alone.
Which would mean an avalanche of work.
And more work meant less time with Albert.
She could toss the running of the continent aside without much care—but Albert was another matter entirely.
He was a good boy. Seeing the continent in turmoil would never leave him at ease.
In the end, the traditional path—keeping the present situation going—is still the best.
It grated on her pride, yet nothing else came close.
To protect her happiness, she had to keep alive the three women who had cracked that very happiness.
What a contradiction.
What did Albert think of it all?
The question rose unbidden, and Beatrix asked it naturally.
“What… do you think we should do?”
“Me? I…”
Of course they had to live.
The answer was already settled in Albert’s mind.
Even so, he pretended to wrestle with it, pretended to be flustered, and only then gave his reply.
“If we want to keep living in peace the way we do now… I think it’s best that those ladies remain in their places.”
“You think so too?”
That he had reached the same conclusion as her own.
Beatrix’s eyes widened, startled by how perfectly their hearts aligned.
“Yes. They’re all as exceptional as you, Beatrix… if they disappeared, the holes left behind would be enormous. Don’t you think?”
“Mm. You’re right.”
“Yes. So even just to prevent the chaos that would follow, maintaining the current situation seems best.”
Their true motives might differ, but the desire for peace was the same.
Beatrix hesitated no longer and decided to let them live.
She would not shatter their precious everyday life for the sake of her anger.
Still, they needed to answer for what they had done.
In a way, it was no different from the three monarchs joining forces to attack the East.
“I’m going to speak with those women now. Albert, could you… wait for me a moment at the Round Table?”
There were things that needed to be settled between women alone.
Albert nodded obediently, ready to follow her will.
With a soft creak of the door, Beatrix stepped toward the Round Table chamber—then paused and looked back at Albert standing behind her.
“Can I ask just one thing?”
“Hm? Yes. Anything.”
“Was… being with them more enjoyable than being with me?”
What is this?
For a split second, old stories of exes grilling each other over past partners flashed through Albert’s mind.
If you liked that bitch better, go live with her!
Suhyun’s boyfriend can go four rounds in a row—what’s wrong with you?
If it had been Suhyun I would’ve come four times too—and so on.
Which meant the answer was already decided.
Albert deliberately put on a gloomy face and answered.
“I’m so filthy now that I have no right to say this… but holding you, Beatrix, is the best of all.”
“Filthy? What are you talking about?”
Beatrix looked thoroughly flustered as she seized his hands.
“You’re not dirty. So don’t blame yourself like that.”
“Really…?”
Having to pull a cheap trick like this.
Albert’s insides twisted with self-loathing, yet outwardly he kept up the act of quiet sorrow.
“Of course. And I already told you before that I would give myself to you, didn’t I?”
“Yes… you did.”
“That vow still stands. So don’t feel burdened—treat me the same as always. If you start keeping your distance… that would hurt me more.”
Pulling away out of an inferiority complex would only make her sadder.
Beatrix drove that nail home, then walked toward the bedroom prepared in a corner of the Round Table chamber.
So I’m safe for now?
Albert tilted his head slightly, then settled back into the chair he had occupied earlier.
Even if the sorrow had been an act, not a single word of it had been a lie.
Vulgarly put, the “meat” itself had been top-tier, and the emotional satisfaction of affection was on an entirely different level with her.
Of course the three monarchs were hardly lacking either.
Those huge, lewd asses that deformed so obscenely when his hips slammed into them.
Those luscious breasts that looked ready to spray endless streams of thick, sweet milk if he simply squeezed them with both hands.
Add the glossy, silky skin and the voices…
Every part of them approached perfection.
The only shortfall was spiritual satisfaction, because the three of them had burned with nothing but raw lust.
If this had been a game, he would have stepped onto the harem route right about now.
But this was reality; there was no guarantee anything would follow the scripted path.
If things had simply followed the game’s flow, he would never have been able to take the lead in sex at all.
Forget leading—he would still be walking around with a sore ass, leaking cum from his hole.
Albert sorted out the thoughts that had begun to tangle, folded his arms, and closed his eyes.
“We’re sorry.”
The moment Beatrix entered the bedroom, the three monarchs bowed their heads once more and apologized.
They reflected on how completely desire had driven them mad, and not a shred of pretense remained.
“…Raise your heads.”
Displeasure still filled her voice, yet the ice had gone from it.
The thought that they had cleared the first hurdle flashed through all three monarchs’ minds at once.
Tap. Tap.
Beatrix drummed her fingers against her own forearm, then asked,
“I’ll ask first. Why did you do it?”
“Because I couldn’t hold back.”
Maria answered in a meek, ashamed voice.
It was her answer alone, yet it was also the answer of all three women who had jumped Albert.
Beatrix narrowed her eyes as if she could hardly believe what she was hearing.
“Couldn’t hold back? That’s all?”
“Yes. The cock I saw that day kept floating in front of my eyes. The desire to have it rose so desperately, so fiercely.”
She had never once seen a male so outstanding.
She had been stolen by the sheer reliability and manly vigor that had reduced even Beatrix to a howling female.
The others carefully added their voices, making it clear they felt the same.
“I am the same.”
“It’s embarrassing and I’m sorry… but so am I.”
Beatrix herself, and all of them, possessed fiercely impulsive natures.
This time the target had been a fellow monarch, so they had read the room for a while—yet in the end they could not suppress the craving to possess him.
Exactly the way Beatrix had claimed Albert for herself.
Tsk. Beatrix clicked her tongue and slowly opened her mouth.
The fact that she understood their feelings only made the whole thing more unpleasant.
“I won’t kill you. If the balance collapses, I’m the one who loses more. You knew that when you did this, didn’t you?”
“Honestly… I thought about it a little, yes.”
They had acted without an exit strategy, but it was not as if no calculation had existed at all.
When Kristia stated that clearly, a deep sigh slipped from Beatrix’s lips.
“Fine. Leaving that aside—what are you going to do now? Are you going to do it again?”
“No. From now on we will absolutely—”
“Spare me the self-deception.”
Even I nearly went insane after tasting him—and you think once is enough?
Ridiculous.
Beatrix cut Maria off and fixed her with a displeased stare.
When the cowed Maria fell silent, Wilhelmina spoke in her place.
An answer without lies or pretense.
“Honestly, I don’t know either. It’s not something guilty women like us have any right to say so shamelessly… but I think I’ll keep remembering it.”
“Of course you will.”
At that, Beatrix smoothed out her frown and nodded.
No one could give a firm answer about something like this.
They might restrain themselves for now, but they would never be able to forget today.
Which meant they would keep masturbating while picturing Albert’s cock—that much was as clear as day.
And if they went mad from it, the same thing would almost certainly happen again.
Or perhaps something even more horrific.
No one could predict how a woman driven mad by a man might warp.
Least of all when those women were monarchs.
To prevent that…
She would have to feed them just enough.
So they wouldn’t snap.
Beatrix found the idea thoroughly distasteful, yet it was the only way to handle females who had already tasted the absolute best.
All so she could avoid the nightmarish futures she had just imagined.
He called them Jojip, didn’t he…?
Suddenly the stories Albert had told her rose in her mind—the filthy bedroom talk she had found so irritating, and how he had seized the initiative against the three monarchs.
No choice, then.
If the answer was only one, there was no need to put it off any longer.
It would only exhaust her and waste time.
Even if that answer was thoroughly unpleasant for her.
“Follow me.”
I am going to punish you.