Chapter 39 - Interrogation and Violation are Two Sides of the Same Coin

So, the assassin we captured was a woman after all.

Honestly, I had a feeling. From the moment she was hiding under the bed, something gave her away. The rhythm of her breathing, the subtle scent of her body heat... it was clearly different from a man's. That’s exactly why I didn't hesitate to crush the other three when I sensed their "definitely male" presence.

Well, since we went through the trouble of taking a prisoner, it only makes sense to utilize her to the fullest—making her vomit up every secret she knows to track down the mastermind. But still...

"Your Majesty, what did you just say?"

"I said, I wish to entrust the interrogation of the captured assassin to you, Sao."

"Ugh, so I didn't mishear you."

Why me? Normally, isn't this the kind of job for a professional interrogator or a torture specialist—someone who can dismantle the opponent’s mental structure with polished, veteran techniques and make them blab about things that did and didn't happen?

"Normally, that would be the case. Unfortunately, our country has enjoyed peace for so long that the number of interrogators capable of such... aggressive 'pushing' has dwindled significantly. To find a veteran capable of making an assassin prepared for death 'sing,' we would have to summon one from a distant city."

"If it takes that much time, won't they just silence her to keep her quiet?"

"There is a very high possibility of that, isn't there?"

Even if that didn't happen, it would give the mastermind plenty of time to flee or destroy evidence. If it can be done quickly, that's definitely the better way to go.

"From what I can see, you seem exceptionally skilled at handling women. I thought that you might be able to pull something off quite well."

"Don't you think you're relying a bit too much on a vague hunch?"

The Queen certainly uses the word "anyway" or "something like that" with alarming frequency for someone in her position.

"It’s just a shot in the dark, so if it doesn't work, no big deal. Just give it a try for me anyway!"

"Don't try to make me do something so extreme with such a casual vibe."

I mean, we're talking about an interrogation—and in some cases, that’s just a fancy word for torture, right?

"The perpetrator in question is locked in a separate cell. Follow me, I shall lead the way."

"What about the Captain of the Guard? She's currently suffering from 'broken hips' after that internal ejaculation."

Even now, she was sprawled out like a squashed frog, with my semen still leaking from between her legs.

"Oh, she'll recover eventually and catch up on her own. I've made sure no unauthorized personnel can enter this area, so just leave her be."

"You're really taking this lightly, aren't you?"

With that, we moved on to a different set of cells, and when we arrived...

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"Death to the commoners! Death to the commoners!"

The captured assassin was indeed a young woman, just as the rumors suggested. And a cute one at that. Her face still held the innocent roundness of a child, and her frame was small and slender—she might actually be quite young. It’s chilling to think that someone like this was trained specifically to take human lives.

Then again, maybe her youth is exactly what makes her a perfect assassin. A blank slate is much easier to brainwash.

To think this cute girl was the one lurking under the bed... listening to the Queen and me go at it, all those creaks and moans, from just inches away. I wonder what was going through her head?

"Death to the commoners! Death to the commoners!"

"And what’s with this mantra she’s been chanting non-stop?"

It’s so straightforward it’s almost easy to understand, and because of that, her conviction comes across loud and clear.

"Did a commoner kill her parents or something?"

"I imagine that is the motive behind her attempt on my life," the Queen explained as she stood beside me.

"She is likely an assassin dispatched by the 'Aristocratic Purists'."

"Aristocratic Purists?"

"Those who believe that the country should be governed solely by nobles who have inherited 'blue blood' through generations. They are a group I am on particularly bad terms with."

Is that how it is?

"You see, I have been pushing forward several policies to allow commoners to participate in politics. That rubbed them the wrong way."

So, they tried to assassinate the Queen over that? It’s incredibly extreme, even if they’re trying to get their way.

"Even the fact that commoners can enroll in the Royal Academy only started during my reign. I took quite a verbal beating from the haughty nobility for that one, I'll tell you."

"Then this actually concerns me too."

If it weren't for the Queen’s reforms, Big Sis and I wouldn't even be students in the Royal Capital. Just by existing here, we’re enemies to those aristocratic fundamentalists.

"But, looking at this girl who actually came for your life... no matter how you look at her, she doesn't seem like a noble, does she?"

"That is exactly why she is disposable. She’s a 'suicide-squad' style assassin trained by the Assassin’s Guild, prepared to die just to take down the target."

"If she’s such a low-level grunt, does she even have any useful information?"

"Perhaps not, but she is the only lead we have."

While we were consulting with each other, the assassin girl continued her mechanical chant: "Death to the commoners! Death to the commoners!"

It was likely a defensive technique against interrogation—by keeping her mouth occupied with a repetitive mantra, she ensured she wouldn't accidentally slip up and reveal any real information.

She was bound hand and foot with heavy chains, completely unable to move. Since she was a killer who had come for the Queen's life, I figured I didn't need to be gentle. I grabbed her dark garments and ripped them away with a violent RRRIP!

"Heh...?"

Finally, the "Death to the commoners!" chant came to a screeching halt. Her clothes were in tatters, exposing her small, firm nipples, her navel, and her delicate feminine mound to the cold dungeon air.

I forced her legs as wide as the chains would allow, revealing the tight, hidden depths between her thighs. I lined up my penis against her entrance and drove forward.

"Ngh...!?"

The assassin's expression twisted in agony—and perhaps shock—as my penis breached her inner sanctum.

I didn't care. I immediately began driving my hips forward, the sound of my flesh slapping against her young, firm thighs echoing through the interrogation room.

"D-Dammit... you...!"

Well, at the very least, her "Death to the commoners!" chant had finally died out. Despite the sudden, unlubricated intrusion, her eyes remained sharp, glaring at me with a lingering, venomous defiance.

It’s no exaggeration to say that for a female operative, getting captured and tortured almost always comes with the territory of being "used" as a plaything. She might have even undergone specific "resistance training" to endure violation without breaking her spirit.

That’s why, even with a penis thrust deep inside her, she did little more than stiffen her expression, showing no further signs of agitation.

"It’s useless...! We women of the Neo-Assassin Guild undergo special training to endure violation. We are bound and forced to take massive wooden dolls, kept under the influence of aphrodisiacs for days while being subjected to constant vibrations...!"

I see. So that kind of training really does exist.

Wait a second, didn't she just let something slip? What the hell is the "Neo-Assassin Guild"?

"Therefore, no matter what kind of violation I am subjected to, I will never open my mouth! Whether it be through pain or pleasure, I will never yield!"

Whew. That’s one round of internal ejaculation.

Phew. Without even pulling out, I just unloaded a second round deep inside her.

............ ......

"Um... what about the interrogation?"

"Just a second, I’m feeling another wave coming...! Is it cool if I finish inside again?"

Splurt, gush, throb, squelch...!!

I asked, but then just went ahead and flooded her womb without waiting for an answer—the true thrill of a forced internal finish.

"Wait, hold on! This is an interrogation, right?! Or torture?! Either way, just violating me without asking a single question... what is the point of this!?"

I mean, I hear her, but this female assassin’s vagina is just incredible. It’s like it’s literally milking my penis, aggressively sucking out every drop of semen I have.

It feels so damn good that I honestly don't want to think about anything else until I've finished inside her at least five or six more times. At this point, I’m just 100% enjoying the sex.

After repeating this process several times...

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"O-hoooooo... ❤️❤️❤️ Nng-hooooooooooo... ❤️❤️❤️"

Her voice had completely melted into a puddle of pure, unadulterated pleasure. As I continued to churn her insides, her internal walls relaxed and softened, becoming so slick and saturated that her mind finally abandoned all resistance in the face of the mounting ecstasy.

"It’s hitting me from the inside... gnnh! ❤️ It’s so deep! The 'feeling good' is just surging up through me!! ❤️❤️❤️"

I was feeling pretty great myself. I had lost count of how many times I’d unloaded inside her without ever pulling out. Now, her womb was so overfilled that it couldn't hold another drop; with every thrust, my seed would spurt out from the gaps where we were joined, like a pump being pressed to its limit.

"Listen to me! ❤️ Please, just listen!! ❤️"

"Eh? Listen to what?"

"The torture! ❤️ I can't take this 'smack-smack' hammering any longer!! I'm going to break!! ❤️❤️❤️"

Oh? Well then, I guess it’s finally time for some questions...!

"What do you call the male organ?"

"Eh? ...D-Dickie...?"

Correct.

"Then, what about the female organ?"

"Pussy... ❤️❤️"

"Now, let's try saying those two words a whole lot."

Just like that slogan from earlier.

"I-I understand... ❤️❤️ Dickie, dickie-dickie-dickie! ❤️❤️ Pussy! ❤️❤️ Pussy-pussy-pussy-pussy! ❤️❤️ My pussy feels so goooood!! ❤️❤️ The dickie feels so gooooooooood!! ❤️❤️"

Yeah, this is perfect. I want to drive her even further, push her to the edge, and drag every last obscene word out of her.

"Ahiiieeee! ❤️❤️ O-hooooooo! ❤️❤️ No, no, no! ❤️❤️ I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm commmmiiiiiiing!! ❤️❤️❤️ My pussy is—aaaaah! ❤️❤️ It’s comming so haaaaard!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

Twitch! Spasm! Jerk! Even as her limbs convulsed in the throes of a massive climax, the chains holding her meant she couldn't even arch her back properly to escape or embrace the sensation. Locked in place, she could only take it all. And right into that captive, pulsing womb... one more time.

I let out a massive, violent spray of semen. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

"Hey, Sao. If you creampie her any more than that, I don't think the girl will be able to endure it. Why don't you call it a day for now?"

It was a "doctor's stop" from the Queen, who couldn't bear to watch any longer. Certainly, in an interrogation, there's no point if you end up breaking the subject.

"But I'm in a bind. My cock is still throbbing...!"

My excitement hadn't subsided yet because she was just so wonderful. Looking back, I really had just been enjoying normal sex with her.

"But it's true that she won't be able to handle any more sex. I guess I'll just have to endure this erection."

If I absolutely can't stand it, I can always just jerk off by myself later.

"Indeed, about that, Sao...!"

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

Behind her, Big Sis Calibur and Lady Staff were acting strangely, fidgeting and squirming. They were rubbing their thighs together, looking as if they were desperately holding in the need to use the restroom... No, that wasn't it.

"If you truly haven't had enough sex yet... it just so happens there are several vaginas right here with plenty of energy to spare, you know?" "And three of them at that...!"

Big Sis Calibur punctuated the offer by sliding her panties down, exposing her private parts right then and there.

In the end, the interrogation room transformed into a full-blown harem sex festival.

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