“From now on, I’ll f*ck you. I’ll eat your p*ssy, kuk, so don’t give it to other bastards. Understand?”

The hand fumbling with her cl*toris moved faster. Rosé raised her head, drooling and moaning incomprehensibly. His c*ck was deeply inserted until his t*sticles stuck to the junction.

Pook! Pook! Still not satisfied, Raiden moved his hips wildly as if to pierce her womb. Her b*ttocks bounced while impaled on his thick c*ck flesh. Her crotch, mercilessly beaten by his balls, had now lost sensation.

“Huhp! Khk, hmmh! Hah!”

“Stop acting like a sl*t now. Give yourself, khk, only to me. F*ck.”

Her br*asts were gripped in his hand until they were mashed. Whether intentional or not, his nails dug deep into her n*pples, making her scream. Her br*asts dangled, trapped by his fierce body twice her size.

Raiden slapped her er*ect n*pples to humiliate her. When her areolas turned red with his handprints, he twisted both n*pple protrusions with all his might as if to reward her.

“Huh…… ut, khk, hmmph!”

At that moment, her hole seemed to flutter, and water trickled from her urethra. Unlike love juices, water without viscosity dripped… onto the floor.

Having reached her climax, she drooped her body and barely managed to pant. Raiden touched her soaked p*ssy hair lightly and snickered.

“Do you even pee when you’re f*cked?”

“N… no……”

“What do you mean no. You’re peeing because you like being filled.”

Raiden raised his hips quickly, speaking sarcastically for no reason. Perhaps because she had just urinated, water splashed everywhere with each thrust.

He deliberately rummaged through her pubic hair and inserted his hand, using her fluid as lubricant to shake her cl*toris. Thum, thump, thump, thump. When he thrust in like splashing water, she twisted her waist and screamed in pleasure.

“Hua! Ah! Hah, ahng!”

“From now on, don’t spread your dirty smell around. Unless you want to be f*cked by all the members.”

Raiden thrust his hips however he wanted and moved his mass in and out. He had been feeling the urge to ej*culate for a while.

He buried his face in Rosé’s nape and inhaled her scent fully. D*mn smell. Even with his nose buried in her nape, his c*ck was at its limit.

“Hic, gently, ak, hah!”

“Ugh, I’m about to cum, d*mn it. Tighten your p*ssy. Ugh!”

Raiden urgently embraced Rosé’s waist and pushed in his thick root. Rosé raised her chin and choked, feeling like her breath was blocked.

At that moment, her vaginal entrance contracted and squeezed his thick column. Raiden gritted his teeth at the pleasure of having his juice squeezed out.

Thick s*men chunks poured out through his throbbing urethra. The second ej*culation also happened deep inside, reaching her womb.

No matter how excited he got, he had never done this with Eliza, yet he had ej*culated inside twice.

It was a mishap that shouldn’t have happened. Raiden thought so, unaware that he had temporarily become azoospermic.

But simultaneously, he felt satisfied. The fact that he might have impregnated this woman felt strangely good.

And it was the same for Rosé.

〈SYSTEM〉 Critical Hit!

Sociability +12

Etiquette +10

‘A critical hit on top of s*men absorption…… It was a fulfilling day.’

Though her pants were wet, what did it matter? They would be like new after washing anyway.

But it was crucial not to show how pleased she was.

“What, sob, am I… going to do now?”

Rosé looked up at Raiden, dropping tears like dew.

Raiden stepped back with a start at her pitiful face, which looked nothing but victimized.

“You don’t even like me… that’s too cruel.”

Good line.

“I, at least, Sir Raiden, no, Captain……”

Good expression.

“Accepted you because I liked you.”

Good justification.

Having finished her speech, Rosé turned her back and quickly climbed the stairs. She had already pulled up her wet pants as soon as he withdrew his g*nitals.

Now all that remained were the drenched traces of their lovemaking on the floor.

‘You clean it up, you public place pervert.’

At this dawn, Rosé lacked the energy to clean the floor. Moreover, she had no intention of crouching down in an undignified manner to wipe it.

He was skilled at public s*x anyway, so she would trust him with the aftermath.

Meanwhile, Raiden, left alone, was wiping the floor with a handkerchief as she had expected. Along with a somewhat regretful sigh.

He rubbed his dry face with his hands and ruminated on the words Rosé had left behind for a long time.

“Crazy b*stard……”

After their lovemaking, Eliza was nowhere in his thoughts.

The guilt and self-loathing he should have felt had long dissipated like air with Rosé’s final words that she had accepted him because she liked him.

* * *

Otrion, the Crown Prince’s dedicated secretary, anxiously stared at the glass fragments that the Crown Prince had just broken.

What should he do about this? Should he not have reported it? But if he hadn’t, the Crown Prince before him would have cut out his tongue. In the end, it was meaningless regret.

“……So she went into heat again when I wasn’t around.”

A clear stream of blood flowed down Ariel’s wrist.

He tightly clenched his fist, ignoring the glass fragments embedded in his palm. Otrion frowned, feeling the pain himself.

“Her belly needs to swell soon so she won’t go into heat. I’m truly an incompetent master.”

Ariel spoke self-deprecatingly. A lament mixed with emptiness and self-loathing. He twitched the corners of his mouth for a while, finding something amusing.

Just three hours ago, he had been a man happy beyond desire for anything else in the world.

Rosé was safe. She had returned to the imperial palace when he thought she had gone missing after entering the boundary.

He, who had mobilized all the White Knights of the imperial palace to participate in the search, could be happy with that fact alone.

But now he walked a dark path, feeling like he had fallen into h*ll.

Because of what Otrion had said, still wondering if he should not have reported it at this hour.

More precisely, because of the report that Rosé was engaging in inappropriate behavior with her direct superior on the dormitory stairs.

“Hahaha! My b*tch mentioned the wild way!”

Ariel recalled what Rosé had chattered about a few days ago. That if artificial methods didn’t work, they should try breeding in the wild way.

Yes, the method he had tried every night by feeding her sleeping pills hadn’t worked. Perhaps it was time to acknowledge his infertility.

He was a mutant who had become male due to monsters during his first birthday banquet. He had already been prepared for the possibility that reproduction might be impossible, confirmed by the palace doctor.

The wild way. Ariel smiled bitterly. Then it didn’t matter if it wasn’t his seed, as long as her belly swelled.

If she became pregnant with a child whose father was unknown, she would despair, and then he could make her depend on him.

He would tell her in a gentle voice that he would raise the child as his own, and in return, she should live quietly confined in the palace as an Empress. She would reluctantly accept.

Ariel imagined Rosé begging for help while crying. Ah, how lovely. Simultaneously with this imagination, his pants began to bulge.

A child was an excellent tool to constrain her without earning her hatred. A precious tool to make her put on shackles herself and look at him blindly.

A bright smile formed on Ariel’s lips. Though it was a pretty face to anyone’s eyes, Otrion, who had seen him up close, knew how grotesque it was.

“Otrion. Remember the list of those I called my dogs last time.”

Otrion flinched. By ‘dogs,’ he meant the powerful figures who most actively supported Ariel’s succession to the Emperor’s throne.

Descendants of noble families who had established their positions in the imperial palace over many years. Shadows of the imperial family. Those whose lives hung on Ariel’s words.

“I need to send them a letter.”

Ariel smiled as he pulled out the large glass fragment embedded in his palm.

Guessing it would definitely not be an ordinary letter, Otrion unconsciously gulped.

“Prepare paper that smells of flowers. So they can believe it was sent by a virgin.”

“I will get it immediately, Your Highness.”

Otrion bowed his head without questioning the incomprehensible order.

It wasn’t the first time he didn’t understand the Crown Prince’s orders anyway. And for his mental health, it was better not to know.

“……Master will get you pregnant soon. My Rosé.”

Another incomprehensible mutter. Otrion left the room like he was running away after saying he would call the palace doctor. The Crown Prince’s low laughter echoed through the corridor.