Prologue

Anelope had a tender heart, unusual for someone of royal lineage.

As the cherished youngest daughter, her future was never tied to power. Even before she was born, the successor to the throne had already been determined. Her older brother, Astrid, had secured his place as crown prince while she was still in the empress’s womb.

Both the emperor and empress firmly recognized Astrid as their heir and had no intention of granting Anelope any share of authority.

They understood all too well the dangers of a capable royal who lacked a claim to the throne.

To ensure harmony, they deliberately kept Anelope sheltered, withholding knowledge and shielding her from too much of the world.

It was the only way she could peacefully coexist with Astrid.

In line with their plans, Anelope grew up as the quintessential beloved princess, and Astrid saw no reason to regard her as a threat.

Their relationship remained appropriate—an older brother and a younger sister, nothing more, nothing less.

Thankfully, Astrid was not a man of cruelty. While he wasn’t particularly gentle or warm, he also wasn’t the kind of man who would draw a sword against his powerless sister in a ruthless quest for power.

Upon Astrid’s ascension to the throne, Anelope formally renounced her claim to succession. She was granted the surname “Beseten” and the hollow title of Grand Duchess as a token gesture.

To avoid drawing her brother’s scrutiny, she couldn’t marry into any of the powerful noble families of the capital. The only marriage proposals she received came from minor aristocrats in far-flung regions.

Rather than accept such offers, she chose to remain unmarried.

By the time she turned twenty, well past the typical age for marriage, Anelope was still single.

As head of a hollow duchy, her role was largely ceremonial. Her family, supported by the royal stipend intended to uphold imperial dignity, engaged in small, inconsequential ventures – little more than idle amusements.

Public opinion was sympathetic, with many believing she lived an unhappy life.

But was Anelope truly unhappy?

The answer was no.

“Ah… please, hurry… ugh.”

Anelope was surrounded by men, their sturdy builds and broad shoulders a stark contrast to the slender frames of noble youths.

“Your Highness, if you speak so vaguely, it’s hard to understand exactly what you’re asking for.”

“If you want to be satisfied, you’d better act like you did when we first met.”

At the teasing words, Anelope sniffed and put her hand to her v*gina. Forgetting any sense of shame, she spread her legs in front of 15 men and clumsily rubbed her cl*toris with awkward gestures. It was the untrained hand of a pure princess who had never properly m*sturbated before. Yet they seemed inexplicably aroused, exhaling hot breath and gazing at Anelope with lustful eyes.

Her plump cl*toris, nestled between smooth, pale skin, looked provocative. Just below it, the quivering v*ginal hole glistened with lewd love juices, as if longing for men’s p*nis.

One of the men spoke.

“Give us your orders, Your Highness.”

We are your loyal dogs, after all.

It seemed they eagerly awaited Anelope’s command, watching her lips for permission to fall from them.

“Ahhh, quickly……hmph.”

She took the dripping juices and rubbed them against her cl*t. Her sensitive flesh trembled at the slippery sensation, causing her hips to shake as she continued to speak in a pitiful tone.

“You, put it in. Ahh….here…..here…….”

Her pale hand parted her small v*ginal hole as she spoke. At that moment, the men, who had been holding themselves back as if restrained by leashes, began approaching her one by one.

Anelope felt a surge of ecstasy as she watched them approach, their monstrous p*nis swelling with desire. Her eyes quivered faintly in anticipation of the pleasure that awaited her.

She gasped for breath, overwhelmed and unsure of herself, as the huge p*nis pushed in tightly from both the front and back.

Someone once said.

The Grand Duchess of Beseten, who had to give up power, live under her brother’s shadow, and go through life without military strength, wealth, or connections, was nothing but pitiful.

Anelope would have scoffed at such words if she had heard them.

After all, she was living the happiest life of anyone, right inside her grand mansion.