Chapter 12 - Subject "Heroine" 2
Summoning a woman to one's room at night—whether in another world or the original one—carries a singular, unmistakable meaning.
It’s sex time.
The young ladies currently in the palace under the guise of "etiquette training" are, in truth, predators eyeing the position of a royal consort. To share a bed with me, the future King, is their ultimate ambition. A single night with the Prince can catapult their status and bring them closer to their goal than years of social maneuvering.
The only thing that isn't certain is whether the Prince will grow bored after one night, or if a background check will uncover some fatal flaw that causes the vassals to intervene. Regardless, a woman who has been filled with the Prince's seed is treated with the utmost care until it’s confirmed whether she has conceived.
That is the way of this world.
Thus, when I bypassed the formalities and specifically named Baroness Anna for my bedchamber tonight, it sent a shockwave through the court. They likely took it as a sign that I was finally serious about selecting a consort.
Right now, I imagine the palace is in a frenzy, stripping the chosen lady bare, scrubbing her body from head to toe in a bathtub, and polishing everything—from her skin to her very last crevice—until she sparkles as a worthy "offering." They’re probably drilling the "etiquette of the meat-toilet" into her as we speak, so she arrives as a perfect, living doll for my amusement.
"There are rumors flying all over the palace..." Eliza said to me earlier. As the future Queen already asserting her dominance over the court, it was easy for her to sense that I was seeking a new woman.
"The servants and officials are whispering that the future Queen has already bored the Prince... If you no longer seek me, it is a reflection of my own inadequacy. But for the sake of the palace's peace, please maintain order..."
"Eliza, you have it wrong."
I could see her pain hidden behind her noble pride. To think the man she loves is shifting his gaze would naturally wound her.
"Tonight isn't about the sweet dalliance you’re imagining. This is... a battle."
"A battle?"
"Yes. A battle for my very soul. Please, pray for my victory."
Overwhelmed by my intensity, Eliza nodded in silent submission.
"Your Highness, I have brought the one for your bedchamber."
The moment finally arrived. Led by several court ladies, tonight's "sacrifice" entered the room with measured steps. As expected, she had been polished to a shine, dressed in a provocative, sheer nightgown that completely erased her usual plainness.
"Lady Anna, we shall return for you in the morning. Be sure not to disrespect the Prince."
The escorts withdrew, and silence returned to the bedroom. Just me and the Heroine—the two central figures of the problem.
"U-Um...?"
"What, aren't you happy?" I took the lead aggressively. If I hesitated now and let her seize the initiative, all would be lost. "You've been waiting for me everywhere I go, haven't you? This was your goal all along."
Spread your legs. I didn't say it, but the message was clear as I pulled her close.
"Wait...! I-I was hoping for something more... lyrical. Something dreamy and soft..."
"If that's what you want, I'll hold you that way."
I pulled her onto the bed. Between my status and my physical strength, I could do as I pleased. She was a tribute, meant only to be toyed with by her superior.
"This dress is in the way."
The nightgown was a scandalous piece of fabric—essentially a sheer chemise. Since she wasn't wearing anything underneath, a single tug left her stark naked. It was as if the court ladies had decided, "You're going to have sex, so let's make this efficient."
"Hoh... so this is the Heroine's naked body..."
I was surprised. Under those drab Baroness clothes, she had been hiding a body built for a man’s pleasure—voluptuous breasts, wide hips, and a waist like a gourd. It was like a cliché from a manga.
"This might actually be a sex session I can enjoy from the bottom of my heart... You understand, don't you? You're going to have sex with me now."
"H-Hii...!"
"We will embrace naked, I will enter you, and I will pour my seed into your womb."
I chose my words with clinical precision.
"If you conceive, you secure your position as the mother of a royal. You'll never want for food again. If not... you're just a one-night toy to be discarded."
"Prince, why...?"
"Well then, let's dig in."
I lowered my head and pressed my lips to her crotch. Since she was a virgin, her canal was likely tightly closed—not at all like the "all-time-welcome" vaginas of Eliza or Lara. I had to loosen her up. I traced her vaginal entrance with my tongue.
"Hiee! Lord Alex, no! That place is... it's dirty! AHNN!"
She writhed, trying to endure my tongue. Her reaction was incredibly fresh. If it were Eliza, she’d be pushing her crotch forward to make it easier for me.
Her legs flapped like wings as she began to spasm. She was sensitive—already peaking just from a tongue-lashing. I could feel her "man-juice" overflowing. Her body was essentially lewd by nature.
I worked my tongue harder, targeting her clitoris.
"AH-HIIIII! NO, NO, NO! ❤️❤️ THAT'S NO GOOD! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ IT FEELS TOO GOOD! I'M GOING SOMEWHERE! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
The virgin screamed in a way that didn't fit an Otome game Heroine at all. She seemed better suited for an adult game.
"A-Hii! Hii-hii! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
Her voice was melting. To stop at just a tongue-lashing now would be a disservice to such a slutty woman. I brandished my "Super Penis Mark I."
"I'm going in. Say goodbye to your virginity."
"Wait, wait! I'm not—OOOH-HOOOOO! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"
I entered. Occupying a virgin's pure hole felt as satisfying as peeling the plastic off a brand-new appliance. With this, she was no longer a dreaming girl; she was a woman who knew carnal desire.
Love is sex!
"A-Hii! No, no! ❤️❤️ My romantic night with the Prince... it shouldn't be this erotic! ❤️❤️ BUT IT FEELS SO GOOOOOD! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
To be this undone as a virgin showed her incredible talent—the talent of a "Slutty Bitch" who would spread her legs anywhere. Despite it being her first time, her vagina pulled me in like a snake swallowing a frog. She really was a beast intent on consuming a man.
"HI-HIIII! This is wrong! ❤️❤️ This isn't the dream of being united with the Prince, it's just carnal sex! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
Carnal sex is perfectly fine! I'm ravishing you with lust, so you should moan with lust in return!
"Oh-hooo! ❤️❤️ Nhooo! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Oho, oho, ohooo! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
Her cries like a cat in heat were pleasant, but I wanted more variety.
"Tell me where it feels good."
"Eh?"
"What is being put inside you that feels good? Tell me, or I'll stop."
This "denial" tactic usually only works on slutty masochists, but...
"............ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"
The Heroine turned bright red. The pounding against her depths seemed to be breaking her down. Finally...
"It's... my pussy... ❤️❤️ My pussy feels good! ❤️❤️ Being poked by the Prince's cock... my pussy feels so good! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
"Well said!" As a reward, I thrust harder, gouging into her. I could feel my glans hitting her deepest wall.
"Fooooo! ❤️❤️ The back! ❤️❤️ It's coming to the back! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ THE COCCKKKK IS REACHING THE BACK! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
"Say it more. Or I won't thrust."
"Ha-hiii! ❤️❤️ Pussy! Pussy, pussy, pussy! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Cock! Cock, cock, cock! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ PUSSSYYYY! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
I thought a sheltered Baroness wouldn't be able to handle such vulgarity without training, but this Heroine was a natural.
"I've found a good meat-toilet. To think such a slut was hiding inside a well-bred lady."
"Meat-toilet...! Bitch...! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
"Then why are you getting even wetter from the insults? A normal lady would be crying from the shock of being called a toilet."
Instead, her "lower mouth" was the one crying. The flood of love-juices only made my penis move more vigorously.
"AH-HIAAAA! ❤️❤️ Pussy, pussy! ❤️❤️ It feels too good, my pussy is breaking! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
"I like this pussy. If you want, I can hire you as my private royal outlet."
"Hiii... outlet?"
"A simple job: take the royal cock inside you and lead it to ejaculation. A Baroness can't be Queen anyway, so this position is perfect for you."
"NOOOO! ❤️❤️ I'm the one who is supposed to be united with the Prince! A toilet-woman used and discarded isn't a Heroine! ❤️❤️"
Yet her crotch grew even wetter, welcoming my penis. She seemed to rejoice at being treated like a disposable toilet.
"Uooo! Me! ❤️❤️ I'm the worst! ❤️❤️ I'm being used as a convenient, mindless outlet for lust! ❤️❤️ BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD! THE WORST MEAT-TOILET PUSSY FEELS SO GOOD! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
The Heroine has fallen. Now is the time to win! I’ll pour everything inside her and mark her as my permanent toilet!
"H-Hooooooo! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"
As I filled her, her entire body shivered in a massive climax.
I’ve broken the Heroine into a meat-toilet. I have truly won over the world of the Otome game.
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