Fateful Encounter: The Abandoned Princess and the Commoner's Lust (1)
The gnawing hunger twisted his guts like a knife, and the foul stench of the damp back alley assaulted his nostrils. Tusma Ssex was, as always, rummaging through the trash bins discarded by the nobles. His status was that of a commoner—the lowest of the low in the empire, practically without any rank at all. His life had always been like this: hunger, contempt, and a tomorrow with no hope.
But even for Tusma, there was a secret, burning desire that no one else knew about.
“Aaaah… I wanna fuck so bad!!”
It was sex. Specifically, having wild, unrestrained, storm-like sex with haughty, highborn young ladies. That was his ultimate goal, his one and only wish.
Haa… I’ve heard that some noble girls use commoners as living masturbation tools… Why don’t I ever get that kind of luck…?
It was a blasphemous dream no commoner should even dare to imagine. Yet Tusma’s head was constantly filled with such lewd thoughts. They were the only pleasure that let him forget, even for a moment, the barren reality of his existence.
That day, too, he was digging through the trash like any other. On lucky days, he sometimes found a magic tablet packed with erotic videos. Selling one secondhand could keep him fed for a while.
The moment that thought crossed his mind—
Squelch.
Suddenly, something soft and squishy was caught between the garbage.
What the…?
It wasn’t trash. Curiosity piqued, Tusma carefully pulled it out.
In that instant—
“Hik!!”
Tusma nearly screamed in shock.
W-what the hell is this!!
It was… a person. To be precise, the corpse of a beautiful woman. Her expensive-looking silk dress was torn to shreds. The exposed white skin was covered in clear signs of violence. After being subjected to unspeakable acts, she had been murdered and dumped here. That much was obvious.
This is insane…
He had no idea what kind of incident this was, but getting involved could only mean trouble. Tusma immediately thought about running away.
But then—
At the very least, I should make sure someone else sees it, right…?
Ordinary people would probably ignore it just like him to avoid any connection. But patrolling guards couldn’t just leave a body lying around as part of their duty. So Tusma turned back and dragged the woman’s corpse out from the pile of garbage.
“Whoa……”
The moment he saw the face that had been hidden by the trash, Tusma unconsciously swallowed hard.
Even in death, this woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Her lush golden hair was disheveled but still radiant. Beneath half-closed eyelids hid emerald eyes that still seemed to sparkle. Her breasts looked ready to burst free, her waist was slim, and the curve leading to her plump hips was the ideal female figure he had fantasized about his entire life.
Because of that—
Twitch!
God fucking damn it!
Disgustingly, he had gotten hard at the sight of a dead beauty. He was well aware he was a pervert. But he never imagined he would react even in a situation like this, so it was honestly a shock to himself.
Shit… No matter how you look at it, I really am a sex-crazed lunatic.
Trying to calm his misbehaving lower half, Tusma carefully laid the woman down on the ground.
At that moment—
Rattle.
A small emblem slipped from inside her clothing and fell to the floor.
What’s this?
Tusma picked it up and examined it. The intricate, ornate pattern looked familiar.
Huh? No way…?
It was the royal crest of the Taebyeonjoma Kingdom, the nation that had recently sent an envoy to sign a peace treaty with the empire. And not just any crest—this was the exclusive emblem reserved only for royalty.
Which meant…
This stunning beauty was none other than a princess of the Taebyeonjoma Kingdom.
🔷 Owner: Princess of Taebyeonjoma Kingdom
🔷 Status: Deceased • Evidence of Sexual Assault and Murder
🔷 Danger Level: EXTREME — Involvement Not Recommended
Tusma’s mind went blank for a moment.
A foreign princess. A brutally violated and murdered one at that. If this got out, it could spark an international incident. The empire and the kingdom had only just signed a peace treaty. This corpse could easily become the spark that set everything ablaze.
Yet despite the terrifying implications, another emotion surged up from deep within him.
Lust.
His already hard cock throbbed painfully against his ragged pants as he stared at her perfect body. Even in death, her skin looked impossibly smooth. Her slightly parted lips looked soft. Those enormous breasts that rose and fell—no, that would never rise again—still looked warm and inviting.
…I’m completely fucked up.
He knew it. He was aware how twisted he was. But the thought that kept repeating in his head was something far more depraved.
Even though she’s dead… I still want to fuck her.
Tusma bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The hunger in his stomach had long since been replaced by a different kind of hunger. A dark, vulgar, and utterly immoral hunger.
He slowly reached out a trembling hand toward the dead princess’s breast.
Just then—
“……!”
Her half-closed emerald eyes snapped open.
They were not the eyes of a corpse.
They were alive.
And they were looking straight at him.