Dragonai's Invasion (2)
Duke Niberia stood upon the balcony of the towering Black Rock Castle. Gazing at the crimson sunset spreading across the sky was his sole pleasure. Whenever he looked upon battlefields stained in blood, he always recalled the front lines where he had once served. To him, those blood-soaked lands—where even the flowing rivers gleamed red—felt far more comforting than the peaceful Black Rock Castle. At least there, he could indulge his desires without restraint or fear of judgment.
The Duke smiled as he watched the sunset landscape, dyed by crimson mist that faded across the earth. Yet today, his smile was not born from memories of war. It was because today was the day. Seira would arrive. He had been waiting for her with desperate longing.
“Heh heh heh… Seira. I will make you mine. Without fail.”
*
The Duke had originally scheduled the wedding for two days later. The Emperor had sent a letter declaring his intent to bring his hidden daughter, Seira, back into the palace, and Puyor had suddenly voiced the same claim. Though the Duke received reports of all these developments, he already knew the truth. Smiling faintly, he mocked them in his heart.
‘You bastards think you can deceive me?’
The Duke refused to even pretend to listen to the rumors that Seira was actually a princess. With a sly expression, he chuckled to himself, thinking of how the Emperor’s scheme had failed and how the wedding procession would now take place earlier than promised.
‘Ah, just thinking of Seira is making it rise again.’
He headed straight for the bedroom. There, five or six renowned kingdom-level beauties—each wearing silver wigs like Seira’s—were already waiting, lying in wait.
*
“Ahh, my magnificent Duke… How fiercely will you love us today?”
“Kuh-kuh-kuh. Are you trying to seduce me at every opportunity?”
“Of course, Your Grace. Your legendary manhood must be thrust into our mouths at once and stirred until clear honey drips from our lips. Aah~”
“Kyaa! Belche, you’re so lewd~”
The women laughed and chattered among themselves, sometimes wary, sometimes relying on one another. On the surface, they all appeared to welcome him, but once he left, their true feelings would surface. The Duke knew exactly which of them were whores and which were merely pretending to be virtuous.
“Heh heh heh heh. You worthless trash. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure your lips stay soft and supple.”
At least among them—no, among all the women in the Cora region—there was no one who would love the Duke deeply. No one who would willingly give their life for him, like the loyal knights who remained by his side. No one except Seira.
‘Seira… You’ll love only me with all your heart, won’t you…?’
The Duke did not know Seira’s true feelings. He believed her forced, awkward displays of affection—performed merely to survive—were genuine love. Thanks to that belief, he had restrained himself from ravishing her on the spot for several days.
“Kyaaah! I’m getting excited!”
All the concubines lying down raised their hips at once. Wearing nothing but thin threads, their faces masked with pretty pretense, they trembled as the Duke approached with heavy, solid steps. It was not excitement—it was fear. Yet they forced themselves to smile foolishly before him.
In truth, they were terrified. His voice. His face. Everything about him was repulsive. He could kill them whenever he wished. Many concubines had already died by his hand. And worst of all was his filthy habit of entering without washing. The Duke deliberately chose days when his body reeked of dried sweat—worse than rotten fish—and satisfied his lust. He claimed it was to test whether his concubines truly loved him, but no one believed that lie.
The Duke had been born emitting a terrible stench, as if he were the child of a demon.
“Aah… Haaht.”
“Aeu… Ah, uung.”
The concubines’ moans—whether from pleasure or pain—filled the dark sky above the castle. The girls, eyes brimming with tears from the pain, desperately acted as though they were crying from overwhelming ecstasy. The stage was still brightly lit.
Then the Duke’s massive member pressed against them roughly, striking them painfully again and again. Suddenly, one woman cried out in shock.
“Haaht, haaahk! It hurts! It hurts too much—!”
No matter how much the women endured the Duke’s beatings and torture up to their limits, they knew it was better to swallow their screams even when the pain made them want to faint. Some had even passed out trying to endure. But today, Delie—one of the Duke’s most favored concubines—finally screamed.
The other concubines turned pale and quickly backed away from her.
“Hoo, there there… Does it hurt?”
Realizing her mistake, the woman immediately dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she begged for forgiveness.
“I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”
“Choose.”
The woman understood exactly what he meant. One option was to become his personal toy, subjected to play so brutal that her body as a woman would be completely destroyed—though there was a slim ten percent chance of survival, only to be summoned again the moment she recovered, tortured one-on-one until she lived solely as his dedicated plaything. The other option… was too horrifying to even consider.
The woman sobbed endlessly, unable to speak, only shedding tears.
“Do you want to fall completely as my true toy? Or shall I send you there to become everyone’s toy and please them all? Decide.”
“I’m really sorry. Sob sob… It wasn’t because it hurt. I screamed because it felt too good…”
Smack—the Duke’s thick palm covered the woman’s entire face. She panicked, grabbing his hand—larger than her own face—and struggled.
“Don’t lie! Kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh. Who do you think you’re fooling? Did you think I wouldn’t know you’d rather play with those soft, weak pretty boys than with a magnificent, heroic man like me? Guards!”
“Yes, Your Grace—!”
At the Duke’s call, two officers burst through the door with bright voices and cheerful smiles.
“Take this bitch away immediately—!”
“Aah! I’m sorry! Your Grace, I’m sorry! I don’t want to become a toy! Please, I was a virgin. I belong only to you, Your Grace. Didn’t you personally kidnap me while I was walking and bring me here, saying you’d make me happy?!”
“Shut up! Then why do you always grimace in pain whenever I play with you?! If you truly belong only to me, then beg to become my true toy!”
The woman imagined the horrific pain she would suffer as the Duke’s exclusive toy. Her legs instinctively clenched as her entire body trembled violently. She had seen what happened to her seniors. She could never choose that.
“Heh heh heh heh heh. Why can’t you speak? As I thought, you’ve been trained so thoroughly that you’re already a tattered, useless rag that can’t even be used properly!”
The once-pure, beautiful woman—who had dreamed of elegant romances with barons or viscounts and protected her virginity like a Cinderella—now hung her head in utter despair.
“Why? Feeling guilty? Huh? You vile thing. You must have badmouthed me behind my back, saying I was painful, dirty, ugly, and smelly! You probably wished I’d die soon! Have you finally repented? Feeling belated regret? Hahaha!”
The woman glared at the Duke and spoke.
“I never said such things… Hah, never…”
“Get her out! She’s just like the others!”
“Yes, kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh-kuh. I’ll take her away at once, Great Duke!”
“I knew you’d be like this…”
“Please believe me! Your Grace, I—I… Mmph, mmph!”
The two officers quickly covered her mouth and dragged her away, laughing gleefully toward the watchtower on the castle wall decorated with countless skull emblems.