Chapter 3 – 【 His Princess 】 (Part 5)

“Are you planning to seduce the prince after shoving your sister aside?”

“No, that’s not…”

As he twisted her swollen n*pples, a moan that sounded almost like a cry escaped her lips.

“Do you think acting like this will make you the queen instead of Princess Cristal?”

He felt a slicker fl*id than water beneath him. He wondered if she had gotten ar*used just from having her n*pples touched or was it the situation of being forced in the bathroom that excited her. It didn’t matter. As long as he could satisfy Yuria.

“You might be better in bed than an unmarried princess. How about seducing him with that?”

“What are you saying…?”

“Well, I can’t say it’s impossible. I heard the Kingdom of Amal values premarital chastity, so that prince is probably still a virgin.”

Her lips moved soundlessly in shock. Cedric devoured her lips, diving into the warm, soft flesh. He sucked on her small tongue as it helplessly fell into his mouth, while his hand moved down to caress her below. When he slipped his fingers inside, they found her quite wet.

“Mm…”

Even the princess, busy with his tongue, let out a satisfying moan. Maybe it was time to put it in. Usually, he would thoroughly tease her before penetration, but today he was impatient.

“Huuh, uh…”

“Shouldn’t you practice a bit before taking the prince’s virginity?”

He lifted her slim waist and aligned his anxious erect*on with her entrance. Her lascivious hole eagerly clung to his tip, anticipating the pl*asure. Cedric pushed his m*mber inside.

“Ah, no, it won’t go in.”

As her tight entrance stretched, Yuria clung to Cedric’s shoulders, resisting. Cedric pressed down on her pelvis and thrust his hips upward. His thick, veined sh*ft penetrated her narrow passage.

“Ah, it’s too deep, Cedric.”

It’s too deep, Yuria whimpered, rubbing her forehead against Cedric’s shoulder. But instead of soothing her back, his hand firmly gripped her slender waist.

“Ah, ah!”

Two or three hurried thrusts followed. Yuria unconsciously dug her nails into his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing, Princess? You need to practice.”

“Huh?”

Her tear-filled eyes looked up at Cedric in confusion. Cedric met her gaze, gently stroking the area around her stretched entrance with his fingers.

“Practice moving your hips. Who knows, maybe the prince will be so captivated by your skills that he’ll break off the engagement.”

That would never happen, but imagining Yuria grinding on top of the prince made Cedric’s mood plummet, even as his erect*on remained firm.

“What are you waiting for, not practicing?”

Despite being the one impaled by his club-like c*ck, Cedric was the one scowling. Yuria, bewildered and helpless, looked at him with a pitiful expression.

Though he had ordered her to spread her legs or lift her hips to show her p*ssy, Cedric usually took the lead once he was inside her.

“Are we going to stay like this until tomorrow? Should I call your youngest sibling to this bathroom?”

It seemed Cedric wouldn’t do anything until Yuria made a move. He wouldn’t actually call Evelyn, but they could be stuck in this position until she arrived.

Shaking her head with a tearful face, Yuria slowly lifted herself and then lowered back down. The water in the tub gently rippled with her movements.

“Ah…”

Her lower abdomen tingled as her insides stretched to accommodate the thick pillar. With something so large between her legs, she couldn’t muster any strength in her thighs. She wanted to give up, to beg Cedric to take over.

But she knew Cedric wouldn’t go easy on her just because she moved a few times. At least, not the Cedric of today. Biting her lip, Yuria swayed her hips. Cedric leaned back in the tub, watching her efforts.

“Ha, Cedric, I’m so tired…, uh.”

He twisted her n*pple. Yuria’s back arched in a curve. A tingling sensation surged inside her.

“Do you think you can become queen like this? Move your hips better.”

“Huh, why do you keep saying such things?”

Yuria sniffled, tears welling up from the frustration. But the place she fled to was none other than his arms.

“I’m too tired, I can’t do it.”

She clung to his neck tightly. Fortunately, Cedric didn’t push her away. Seizing the moment, she whimpered.

“…Please, you do it.”

“What?”

“Fuck me hard, inside, darling.”

Damn. Cedric’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Such a seductive minx. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust his hips sharply. Splash, water spilled out of the tub, and Yuria’s teeth sank into his shoulder as she tried to stifle her moans.

“Acting all grumpy because you can’t be queen, yet calling me ‘darling’ at times like this.”

Gripping the edge of the tub with one hand and holding Yuria’s waist with the other, he skillfully pumped his m*mber into her.

“Ah, ugh, no, no.”

Yuria shook her head wildly, moaning helplessly. Her flushed eyes were hazy. It was hard, but she didn’t seem to dislike it.

“No? What isn’t?”

“I don’t want to be queen, ah, I don’t want that, uh.”

Her words were filled with genuine sincerity. 

She didn’t want to be queen? Why? 

Cedric couldn’t understand and thrust deeply, interrogating her. Yuria was usually honest while receiving his c*ck, so he precisely targeted her sensitive spots.

“If you’re going to lie, at least make it convincing. Why don’t you want to be queen? You’d love it if I made you one.”

“No, sob, I won’t.”

Even if you made me, I wouldn’t. 

Yuria panted, increasingly overwhelmed by the pl*asure. She was sincere. The position of the most noble woman in the kingdom sounded good only in theory. Cedric probably didn’t know how much work being a queen entailed.

If it were just the workload, it would be fine, but there were also many eyes watching. If she dressed modestly, they said she lacked dignity; if she dressed lavishly, they called her extravagant. She’d be criticized from all sides. Even small mistakes were not tolerated.

Cristal might have a personality that didn’t care about criticism, but Yuria wasn’t like that. She would get intimidated, make mistakes, feel even more pressured, and eventually go mad.

“I don’t want to be a queen, ah, I don’t want to…”

She wanted to explain her feelings, but Cedric didn’t give her the chance. Her mind, filled with lewd heat, kept losing track of her thoughts, and her tongue, thoroughly sucked, became so limp that her words slurred.

So the best she could do was shake her head while moaning.

“…Then is being the wife of a bastard okay?”

Yuria reflexively nodded. His status meant nothing to her. She wanted to tell him that. But he thrust up into her hard at the end of his sentence, preventing her from speaking.

“Okay? What’s okay about being sold for money to a lowly bastard?”

“Lots of money, ugh…”

Her mind, loosened by pl*asure, couldn’t distinguish between what she should and shouldn’t say. Yuria hurriedly shut her lips. She hoped Cedric was too focused on their actions to hear.

But Cedric stopped entirely, frowning as he met her eyes.

“You liked me because I had money?”

“…Mm.”

Yuria buried her face in Cedric’s neck and wiggled her hips, hoping he would continue. Usually, when Yuria got heated and urged him on, Cedric would also get fired up and move his hips. He always brought her to cl*max in no time, but today Cedric was persistent.

“The prince probably has a lot of money too.”

Although the Leusen royal family’s finances were a mess, other kingdoms were different, and even if finances were tight, the budget for the queen was always ample. Ignoring his muttered words, she stroked his chest, pretending not to hear. Cedric thrust his hips sharply.

“Ah!”

The deep thrust scraped her soft insides and hit her womb, sending a tingling sensation through her belly. Her bladder, already full from the wine she had drunk, was pressed by the thick sh*ft, making her feel the urge to pee.

Worried she might embarrass herself in the water, Yuria tensed her lower abdomen.

“Don’t just clench your p*ssy, answer me, Princess.”

“Cedric, I need to go to the bathroom…”

“Just do it here.”

“How could I do that here?”

Yuria looked at Cedric with shocked eyes, but he didn’t budge. It didn’t matter to him if she relieved herself here; it was her problem, and he wanted an answer.

It was infuriating. But unfortunately, it was Yuria who was truly desperate.

“I don’t mind staying like this all night. Do you, Princess?”

Faced with his continued threat, Yuria bit her lip.

“Extravagance…”

“Extravagance?”

“…If I become queen, I can’t be extravagant.”

Uttering such a superficial reason, Yuria buried her forehead in Cedric’s shoulder again. She never thought she would reveal such a lowly side of herself. It would have been better if Cedric had forced her to say, “Your c*ck feels so good.” Although that was true too, still.

“You can’t be extravagant? But you’re not particularly extravagant, Princess.”

He had forgotten the money she splurged on dresses. She had bought dresses, jewelry, shoes, gloves, and even new underwear, most of which she hadn’t even worn. If that wasn’t extravagance, what was?

“I was extravagant this time…”

“Only if you blow half a year’s budget, that’s extravagance.”

She didn’t want to be that extravagant. She just wanted to spend money without being criticized. And she had only calculated it before marrying Cedric, who was wealthy.

“You’d be considered a modest queen for your level of spending.”

“…But being queen involves a lot of work.”