Completely bare in contrast to Rowen, Michael’s appearance was not the least bit disheveled. He removed nothing except to open the front of his trousers and take out his c*ck. The hierarchy between them was made unmistakably clear by that alone.

On top of that, Michael didn’t thr*st into the places that made Rowen feel good. He simply drove into her roughly, however he pleased. He didn’t even rub her cl*t, so every time his long, thick c*ck ground against her cervix, she felt nothing but pain, not the slightest trace of arousal. It felt like being assaulted, not like two bodies coming together.

Was she bleeding down there? The pain was so severe that Rowen found herself wondering about the slick wetness soaking her inner thighs. Even through the pain, her body kept producing clear fl*id from her s*x as that massive c*ck continued to thr*st inside her.

Michael kneaded Rowen’s snow-white *ss without stopping his hips. There wasn’t much to grab, small and thin as she was, but when he gripped the flesh and spread it apart, a puckered, deep-pink hole came into view. Michael pushed a finger into the tight, clenched opening.

It was a hole meant only for expulsion. Something suddenly entering a place like that made the limp Rowen writhe. Of course, once Michael strangled her throat for being a nuisance, she went still immediately.

“Ngh, ah…”

While her rear was being prodded, Rowen trembled in pain and rocked rhythmically with each thr*st, but she couldn’t resist. Instead, she gasped raggedly like a fish out of water and let out small, pained sounds.

“It’s so absurd I can’t help but laugh. To think that a prince with a dancer mother from Atleta was actually a girl.”

“Ugh, hngh…”

“It’s a shame Tehern was the only one who knew something this entertaining.”

Watching her behavior, Michael thought it was fortunate she knew her place.

In a country where the emperor and the imperial family held absolute power, she was a woman who deceived them all and posed as a prince.

Rowen Erin Hydra, or rather, this criminal who bore the name Rowen, was in a position where it wouldn’t be strange at all for Michael to dispose of her on the spot.

On top of that, the mother who should have protected Rowen came from the most wretched of origins. A dancer from Atleta. Even just hearing it sounded lowly.

If her mother were a princess rather than a dancer, she might have been spirited away in secret by a handmaid the moment she was born.

To think a person’s luck could truly be this terrible.

Michael found it remarkable. In any case, the only way for this pitiful criminal to survive was to nod and comply with whatever he said. She probably kept Tehern appeased the same way.

And that meant it didn’t matter what Michael did to her.

He turned his head and spotted several pens arranged neatly on the small, narrow desk. He gave a light flick of his fingers and they fell into his palm.

He pulled his finger out of her *nal opening and pushed a pen in its place. With the pen, thinner than his finger, taking over, Rowen’s breathing quieted slightly, as though the pain eased a little.

But that was only the beginning. Michael began forcing the resisting hole open and stuffing pens in one by one. He did it casually, the way one might drop pens into a pen holder.

On the fourth pen, Michael slowed and glanced at Rowen, sensing something off. By now he should have heard a scream or something. Why was she so quiet?

“…Hah.”

Michael, who always wore an easy smile, frowned in a way that was unlike him.

Rowen was desperately clamping her own hand over her mouth to hold back her screams. Tears streamed down her face from the pain, yet she refused to make a sound. She was afraid that crying out might displease him. Her tightly bitten lip already drew blood.

This is a little unsatisfying. Michael pulled the hand she pressed over her mouth away and pinned it to the bed. Immediately, muffled, choked sobs spilled from her lips.

Michael pushed pens into her anus until there were six. He could have fit more, but the untrained hole looked like it might tear. Since he had no intention of reporting this criminal anytime soon, there was plenty of time.

The soft flesh, stuffed with six pens, stretched to the point of splitting. Rowen kept squirming and lifting her hips, seemingly in pain from her rear hole being forced open when it should have stayed shut.

Michael dragged his fingers along her spine and whispered softly.

“I wish I could show you this sight too. What a shame. I’m sure you would have liked it.”

“Ah, ngh…”

“How does it feel right now? Good, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes. Hic, it feels good. I, I like it…”

Rowen nodded in a daze, with no idea what state her rear hole was in right now. Michael already decided on the answer before asking the question, and she couldn’t give him anything else.

After gazing at Rowen’s *ss with satisfaction, Michael soon began thrusting fast again. Rowen lay pinned beneath him, her hips rocking with a fistful of pens stuffed in her rear hole.

The small bed, bearing the weight of both of them, creaked loudly.

* * *

After Michael left, Rowen curled up and burrowed under the blanket. It was the height of summer, yet the room felt strangely cold.

The pens that pried open her rear hole were scattered across the floor. Rowen deliberately left them there. The thought of what they went into made her want to throw them straight in the trash.

“…”

Rowen felt more miserable and powerless than she ever had before. More so than the first time she was r*ped after Tehern discovered her identity.

Her room was, until now, entirely her own space.

She cleaned it alone, maintained it alone, tended to it alone. It was a safe refuge that only she could enter. Even Tehern never once set foot inside her room.

But Michael Louisa Hydra broke into her room without permission, pinned her down, and trampled over her. The cozy refuge was no longer safe.

When did Prince Michael figure out her true identity? Was he on his way to inform the emperor of what he discovered right now? If that was what he decided, she had no way to stop him and no power to do so.

If there were any way to stop him, even the slightest chance, she would have tried something. She couldn’t even begin to grasp where it all went wrong. She lay still with her eyes closed, yet her head throbbed like it was splitting apart.

Rowen lifted her hand with effort and touched her forehead. Normally she couldn’t feel her own fever. Even so, she could clearly feel the heat burning in her head.

She had an Atletan culture and history class the next morning, but it seemed her body was too sick to attend. Then again, now that even Prince Michael knew her identity, that wasn’t something she should be worrying about.

Did she actually enjoy those classes that much? She must have lost her mind. To be fretting over missing a class in the middle of all this.

Rowen curled up under the blanket and laughed weakly.

“…”

Soon, the laughter coming from under the blanket faded. It shifted into sniffling sobs.

Mother, I’m sorry. Rowen trembled as the thought came to her.

She should have protected her mother so she could escape the imperial palace without dying. She should have stayed hidden until the day they returned to Atleta together…

Rowen thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep from the fear of death, but exhaustion of the mind pulled sleep over her. A little while later, she drifted off with tears still falling.

* * *

Rowen opened her eyes again in the early afternoon of the next day. She fell asleep like she blacked out before night fully set in the day before, so she slept for nearly a full day.

Her forehead was still burning. The fever seemed to have spread through her entire body, because now she felt like a furnace from head to toe. She sweated in her sleep and her clothes were damp, her body heavy like something was dragging her down from below.

“…”

She was groaning and trying to push herself up when she felt something wrong. A c*ck too large to take was buried inside her. Whether he entered and came multiple times while she was unconscious, her thighs were slick.

The uninvited guest lay behind Rowen, holding her waist in firm arms. A pleasant, cool scent came off him. From that scent, Rowen easily recognized that Michael returned.

The clean scent from Michael tickled her nose, but Rowen’s mood sank to the floor in response. He invaded her space again. He even held her against him without permission and pushed himself inside her while she slept.

Hadn’t he left to inform the emperor that she was concealing her s*x? Rowen was surprised she was still in bed rather than in front of the execution block.

But not being dragged away didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid of him. She went rigid inside Michael’s arms, barely able to breathe.

“…”

A thousand thoughts crowded her mind. From the reason he still hadn’t reported her, to the reason he came back here.

In the end, what she was most curious about was whether he was awake right now. She couldn’t imagine speaking with him while he already knew she was a woman. Rowen hoped he was still asleep.

Then, as if to crush that hope, Michael’s arm stirred and moved. His firm, muscular forearm pressed down steadily on her stomach.