A sticky, wet p*nis rubbed against her lips before being released onto her face. The thick, white fluid clung to her eyelashes, gluing them together. The bed shook slightly as another man approached and rubbed against her tongue.

“Mmmm… ugh…”

The firm p*nis pressing inside her pushed even deeper, driving further as the man gripped her thighs tightly and pushed himself all the way in. His c*m spread deep into her abdomen, filling her.

“Hah… ah…”

Just as the faint wave of pleasure made her body tremble, another came. This time it was slightly longer, causing her toes to curl involuntarily at the sudden sensation.

Someone else released on her stomach, the warm liquid pooling there. A hand brushed gently over her eyelids, causing Cyrene to blink slowly, her vision momentarily clearing.

All that was in front of her eyes was a lump of blood-red flesh. A strong odour wafted from it. Her mind seemed to be cleared of the obscene and thick stench. She licked her lips, stuck out her tongue and licked the p*nis she didn’t even know belonged to.

The room was filled with the fishy smell of s*men. Every breath felt as if the scent had penetrated deep into her nasal cavity. The sticky liquid dripping from her cheek pooled on her br*ast and her swollen n*pples were smeared with the white substance.

“Ugh, ah……”

Cyrene moaned as her hips moved. A crunching sound came from below, almost like someone playing with mud.

“Now that I think about it, I think you mentioned that this side could be used as well.”

“Ah, yes, he did.”

The men added their remarks as if it had just occurred to them. Someone pressed hard on Cyrene’s back.

“Haah…”

Her back was held firmly as she lay sprawled on the chest of a man she’d just met that day, someone whose name she didn’t even know. Between her thighs, slick with a mixture of s*men and her own fluids, something hard pressed against her.

Without warning, a hard p*nis plunged deep into her bum.

“Ahh!”

A moan mixed with a cry of pain escaped her lips.

“Ha, it seems this place hasn’t been used much.”

Holding two large things inside her, she felt an overwhelming feeling of fullness deep in her abdomen. From both sides, the pressure and the sensation of being rubbed pushed inwards, gradually stirring up waves of pleasure.

“Huh, ah, huh.”

Something dark red suddenly appeared in her blurred vision. The man behind her, who had entered her from behind, grabbed her arm. Fingers slid between her lips, forcing her mouth to open.

“Ahh…”

Whether it was the taste of s*men from the p*nis or the s*men already filling her mouth, a salty taste lingered. Without resistance, she accepted the p*nis deep into her throat, causing the man to grab a handful of her hair.

A wet, crunching sound filled the air, coming from above and below. Each time the bed creaked as if it might break, her mind went blank. A moan escaped her lips as the tight, shaking hole was forced open.

“Whew, ah, uh…….”

s*men, thick and sticky, dripped down her hair, clinging to her as it flowed. The sheets were soaked, damp and clinging to her skin. As the p*nis of the man who had just *jaculated inside her withdrew, another quickly took its place.

“Ah, haa…”

Her whole body shook. Her overly sensitive skin felt every touch like searing heat piercing deep inside her. It was as if the fluid flowing through her veins wasn’t blood but s*men. Everything was so sticky it felt like she was in a bathtub full of it.

“Huh, huh. Ugh…”

Her tongue stopped moving properly. The man holding Cyrene’s hair pushed something hard down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, feeling something lukewarm slide down her throat.

“Ah, ah…”

She could not remember how many times or how many men it had been. Her v*gina, which had been used again and again, was now open and leaking sperm, and even her anus seemed unable to close properly.

With every breath, a salty, fishy smell filled her nose, a constant reminder that her stomach was filled with nothing but s*men.

“Haa…….”

Even though her body, which had cl*maxed countless times, was completely limp, the men did not stop. They lifted her weakened hips and thrust again and again. Her lips, incapable of even a moan, hung open in a dazed stupor.

Staring up at the swaying ceiling, her body shook again as another wave of *rgasm swept over her. Nothing but ragged, gasping breaths came from her throat, which had been penetrated countless times. As Cyrene had wished, the party went on until dawn, with her at the centre of it all.

When did they start leaving one by one?

Cyrene stared blankly at the last man to leave. Despite her body being covered in s*men, he seemed completely unfazed as he touched her again and again. His hands cupped her br*ast, now partially covered in the sticky, half-dried fluid, and rubbed her swollen n*pples.

“Haa……..”

Cyrene’s body shook involuntarily. No matter how aroused she had been, there was no way her body could remain unaffected after being penetrated by so many. As the man’s p*nis plunged in and out of her swollen, reddened v*gina, cum spurted out with every movement. Whether it was the overwhelming pain or the lingering effects of some substance, she felt both agony and a strangely lingering pleasure.

“Ouch…….”

With a short moan, the man gripped her waist tightly. Once again, lukewarm fluid was released into her, soaking the walls that had been drenched in s*men countless times before.

“Ha…….”

He pushed his p*nis deeper into her, moving as if to squeeze out every last drop. With a look of reluctant satisfaction, the man gently stroked her dishevelled face before slowly rising from the bed.

Was it over?

That was the only thought that crossed her mind. She really didn’t have the strength to blink. Cyrene let out a long sigh, unable to even think about closing her legs, which were still wide open. The sheets beneath her were damp and cold, completely soaked.

The sound of the door clicking shut was followed by fading footsteps. She wanted to cry, but no tears came. Perhaps her body had been so completely drained that all she could manage were shallow, ragged breaths.

In her dazed mind, the image of Areos surfaced.

What was he planning? Was he too reluctant to discard her altogether, so he threw her to other men instead?

Her eyes burned, but there were no tears. She tried desperately to push thoughts of Areos from her mind.

No.

There was no one else. No other faces she knew, no other names she could remember. Her whole world was Areos and only Areos. That made it all the more painful.

As she curled up in the cold, damp sheets, another thought came to her – another man.

Ilion.

The one who didn’t avoid her. The one whose dark eyes didn’t glow with lust when they looked at her. Slowly, Cyrene opened her eyes.

They had only met twice. They hadn’t even had a proper conversation, just two brief encounters. Yet he had been worried, wondering if she was crying.

With trembling arms, Cyrene managed to push herself upright. A single thought filled her mind: I want to see him.

Where would she find him?

Would he come if she cried by the iron bars? Or should she go out and look for him?

Thoughts she would never normally entertain flooded her mind.

“Cyrene.”

A familiar voice broke her thoughts. She lifted her head to see Areos leaning against the wall, as if he had been there all along. The maids opened the windows and began to clean up the mess on the sheets.

As she tried to stand with the help of steadying hands, her legs gave out and she collapsed again.

He approached her with long strides. His hand, ready to lift her chin as it usually did, hesitated. Pulling out a handkerchief, Areos touched her face as if he were handling something dirty.

Each blink felt heavy, weighed down by the s*men clinging to her eyelashes.

“Disgusting.”

“……”

“Utterly filthy.”

His expression twisted in disgust. Areos bent down and leaned closer to her face. Eventually, the maids had finished tidying the room and left quietly, closing the door behind them.

“Cyrene. Did you enjoy it?”

What did he expect her to say?

It was Areos who had given her the drug. Instead of answering, she blinked and his grip on her tightened.

“It seems all you need is a man’s p*nis to satisfy you.”

“Your Highness.”

His face contorted, as if confronted by something repulsive. The handkerchief in his hand was soaked with s*men. Areos withdrew his hand and used the toe of his shoe to lift her chin. Her whole body shook violently.

Biting her lip hard, she lowered her eyes. White streaks of liquid left marks on his shoes and the damp puddle on the carpet beneath her slowly grew larger.

” Trash.”

He muttered through clenched teeth.

Was he going to throw it away?

Because she was dirty? Then why make her do such degrading things? And if he threw her away after all that, what would she do?

Cyrene squeezed her eyes shut. If Areos abandoned her, would this endless cycle of humiliation become her everyday life? A flood of thoughts consumed her mind.

“You’re nothing more than a convenient decoration.”

 “Pretty and willing to spread your legs. A decoration.”