“Aah!”

“…Bite.”

Cedric gathered the fabric of her nightdress into a thick bundle with one hand and pressed it against her lips.

Anita gasped and opened her mouth in shock, but his fingers and the soft wad of cloth filled the space, stifling the sound.

He took two unhurried steps back, folded his arms across his chest, and regarded her in silence. His gaze was cold, assessing and almost leisurely, as though he were studying an object rather than a person.

Only then did Anita realize the sheer obscenity of her position.

Her neck and chest were partly covered by the crumpled fabric, yet the cool air still touched the exposed skin below mercilessly.

When she felt the man’s gaze slide lower between her trembling thighs, an area she dared not look at, her knees nearly gave way.

Cedric ruled her without saying a word. His eyes alone were command enough. He didn’t need to threaten her aloud — she knew. If she dared to lower her gown or turn and run, something far worse would follow.

She stood frozen, humiliated to the point of suffocation; the fabric against her skin silenced her quivering breaths. Just as she thought she might break, Cedric stepped closer again.

He raised his hand, and what followed was beyond anything Anita could have imagined.

Slap.

“You look so….”

The milky-white br*asts shook beneath the slap. In fact, it was so gentle that it was embarrassing to even call it that. However, the humiliation tearing at her heart was worse than the physical pain.

Slap.

“Looking at those below. As the crown princess, you have no hair.”

Slap.

“Or do you enjoy showing off? When you first came to my palace, you were rather frivolous.”

Before Anita could react, the slaps continued. After being hit three times in a row, she burst into tears. At the same time, her damp negligée fell to the ground. The crumpled, tattered and wrinkled hem of her dress spoke volumes about her state of mind.

Anita stepped back hesitantly. Instead of grabbing her as he had before, Cedric took a step forward.

“Oh, no. That’s not…”

“What’s wrong? You ran here and exposed yourself to everyone outside.”

Thud.

A wall suddenly blocked Anita’s path. Anita, having given up on running, lowered her head and buried her face in her palms. Cedric, who had cornered her, grabbed her soft, platinum-blonde hair and lifted it.

“Well, it suits you.”

“…….”

“You volunteered to spread your legs, so what’s the big deal?”

Cedric muttered something quietly, running his fingers through the hair he held. For a moment, Anita regretted it. She shouldn’t have come. She should have pretended not to have won and walked away when Renee grabbed her.

Cedric grabbed Anita’s wrist, which was covering her face, and pulled her hand down. He could clearly see the regret on her exposed face. But both Cedric and Anita knew. She would never be able to say that she would turn back.

“Then what was there to be afraid of? “

Cedric continued to crush Anita’s character while holding her.

“I’m the one paying the price, right? It’s hard to be promiscuous with just anyone. It makes me uncomfortable. Sharing a woman you’re with…”

“…”

“If you just want to show off, I can tolerate that much. How about it? Open the door?”

Cedric asked, then dragged Anita along. Anita, realizing he was approaching the door, shook her head with a pale face.

“No, no… I don’t want to.”

“Good. Then let’s make things clear, starting now.”

As if he had anticipated this, Cedric stopped. He turned to face Anita, lightly touched her cheek, and then moved his hand to cup her br*ast.

“You shouldn’t let other men see you like this. Do you understand?”

The soft sensation provided some respite from the turmoil of her overwhelming emotions. Still lost in a daze, Anita merely nodded her head. Cedric smiled faintly. He pinched her n*pple through the fabric, repeatedly tugging and releasing it.

“It seems your basic training is complete…”

After a moment of deep thought, he placed a hand on Anita’s head. Then he pressed down with force. She collapsed to her knees and looked up at the man towering above her.

“Uuugh…”

From up to down. From down to up. The moment their eyes met, the man’s long, bony fingers invaded Anita’s mouth without warning. They pressed hard against her tongue and moved around wildly.

“Augh, h-huh…”

One became two. The extra finger was unsettling. The foreign sensation was excessive and made her gag. Her tongue involuntarily wrapped around the thick digit. Tears streamed down her face.

Narrowing his eyes, Cedric watched Anita as he fumbled at his waist. Still unable to regain her senses after the fingers had disturbed the depths of her throat, Anita suddenly found a throbbing p*nis positioned before her eyes.

She was born and raised a princess. Although she had suffered countless insults at Cedric’s hands, she had never imagined this.

“Lick it.”

Yet Cedric gave the order with arrogant nonchalance. Anita tried to pull her body away from the grotesque object, which writhed as though it were alive. Cedric removed his fingers from her mouth, grabbed her hair and stopped her retreat.

“Has the Princess of Callithea, blessed by the Goddess, never seen something like this?”

Grasping his p*nis and running a hand over it, Cedric sneered. Where was the noble and high-minded Crown Prince of Laxion? Even a man who had lived his entire life in the gutter could not be this vulgar and outrageous.

This was the first time she had seen a p*nis so openly before her eyes. Terrified, Anita tried to avert her gaze, but her head was held fast.

“That’s ridiculous. After being held in my arms countless times. Are you trying to act modest now?”

“……”

“Let’s be clear. You’re the one who came to see me here tonight. You came to me of your own accord to get what you wanted. In the middle of the night. You even ruined my sleep. Is that all? There are more than one or two people who were startled by you tonight, aren’t there?”

Cedric pulled Anita towards him, scolding her. With his p*nis even closer, she put her hands on his firm thigh and tried to push him away.

She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed with all her might, her arms trembling violently. Despite this being the maximum resistance she could muster, the moment her pale hands touched him, Cedric’s p*nis hardened further.

“Do you still not understand what I’m saying? If you want to be paid, you must do what the customer wants. Hmmm? Or should I let you go now?”

Unwilling to endure it any longer, Cedric pressured Anita using a crude tactic. Releasing the hand that had been gripping her head, he spoke in a low, intimidating voice as if offering her a choice.

Anita opened her eyes. She couldn’t go back. If the nightmare became reality, the blurred vision before her would turn red.

“Choose clearly. Will you leave now as the noble princess? Or will you serve as a wh*re and receive what you desire?”

The subtly urgent voice squeezed her throat tightly. Finally, Anita parted her lips repeatedly before opening her mouth.

It was barely open, but that was enough. As the gap appeared, Cedric pushed his thick desire straight inside.

“Ugh, oooub!”

The p*nis entered her with a heavy thud in one go, causing Anita to flounder. Unable to make a sound, she grabbed and clawed at Cedric’s thigh instead.

Cedric found the stimulation highly satisfying. He stroked the head of breathless, sobbing Anita, who was struggling to catch her breath.

It was moist and hot. He wasn’t usually a man who enjoyed oral s*x. Yet seeing Anita kneel below him and take him inside her gave him unparalleled satisfaction. Was it because he was humiliating the noble Princess of Callithea? Or did he enjoy humiliating someone who was considered the incarnation or blessing of the Goddess in this way?

It didn’t matter. In the face of immediate pleasure, he lost his reason. He slowly began to move his hips, tilting his head back as he exhaled deeply.

“Hoo… Stop.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. After a few shallow thrusts, he withdrew his p*nis from Anita’s mouth. Despite barely moving, Anita’s mouth was already a sticky mess. Cedric briefly focused his gaze on her wet, reddened lips.

“Take off your clothes.”

Continuing his appraisal, he commanded Anita with a tone that sounded like he was biting off the words. ‘What did he mean?’ The unusual, scraping voice hammered against Anita’s heart.

“I said, show me your t*ts. For eye candy.”

Cedric could no longer tolerate her stupidity. He pushed her roughly aside, grabbed the fabric draped over her shoulder, and pulled it down. Her right br*ast was suddenly exposed, causing her to flinch. Trembling under his piercing gaze, she held the remaining fabric and pulled it down too.

There was no way a healthy man could endure this without becoming aroused. As he had all sorts of vulgar thoughts about controlling his wife in future, Cedric grabbed Anita’s small head.

“Oop…!”

“Swallow it properly.”

Her already sore jaw felt as though it would dislocate. The man’s p*nis plunged deep past her throat, terrifying Anita. Once she was captured, however, there was no way she could escape this agonizing situation.

“It’s awful. But for a first time…”

Cedric thought he should take Anita’s circumstances into account because it was her first time. Her silent cries for him to stop evoked a small measure of pity. However, the more he moved his hips and looked down at the girl, exploring her mouth, the less self-control he had.

Thump, thump, thump.

He thrust his hips, making an audible sound, and looked languid, unlike Anita, who was pale from lack of air. The sensation of her completely surrounding him, her soft tongue rubbing against the underside of his p*nis, was incredibly satisfying. Even her clumsy use of her teeth, which indicated that it was her first time, was pleasant.

The act, which felt like t*rture, ended a long time later. Cedric, who had sped up as climax approached, licked his lips a few times and then pulled his hips back.

His er*ect p*nis seemed to scratch her delicate palate before hanging over her lips and ej*culating pale s*men. The stickiness that drenched her lips made Anita freeze, staring at the s*men trickling down her chin.

‘Miserable’ was too weak word. She felt as though she were a streetwalker servicing men. Did she even have any dignity left? Tears mingled with the salty scent as they spilled from her broken heart.

Cedric, who had been breathing heavily with pleasure and dominance, started to speak, then stopped. He had been about to invoke the Goddess and mock her for the beautiful sight she presented.

He had been about to crush her with the promise of a handsome reward. For some unknown reason, he didn’t feel like it.

His irritation mounted at the feeling he couldn’t place. Just a moment ago, it had felt as though something broken inside him had been restored. He trembled at the thought of controlling and dominating the girl beneath him. It was bizarre.

The answer occurred to Cedric in an instant. Looking down at Anita, he realized that she was beyond repair, she was cracked and completely broken.

But his hesitation quickly vanished.

So what? What did he care what happened to this girl? He had been planning this ever since he r*ped the highly regarded Princess of Callithea on the anniversary of his mother’s death. He intended to grip her throat and twist it as he pleased, and then kill her with his own hands. After all, only one ending awaited her. Why should he care if she was ruined or broken?

On the contrary, he was pleased. Seeing her in this state made him feel as though a void inside him had been filled.

Besides, didn’t he also experience tremendous pleasure? Despite hating Anita, Cedric found her body maddeningly desirable. Everything about her was soft and yielding: her long hair, her large, fearful eyes, her lips and her skin. Every part of her small, white body seemed to belong only to him.

“What could you have possibly done to be so still?”

With that, Cedric brushed off the feelings clinging to his fingertips and opened his mouth.

‘At least this is the end for today.’

Anita, who had only just begun to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, blinked at the sound of his displeased voice.

Traces of him still clung to her mouth, making her look cheap. As his gaze fell upon the opaque substance drying on her lips, Cedric felt the fire return beneath him. He pushed Anita’s shoulder and twisted his lips.

“Get on your hands and knees, Anita. You still have to finish your work for tonight.”