Chapter 2 - Subject "Villainess" 2

 “...Sexual... compatibility...?”

She repeated the words blankly, perhaps only realizing their meaning after they left her lips. Lady Elisabela’s face flushed a deep crimson as she averted her eyes.

“Wh-what are you saying so suddenly?! How indecent!” 

“Is it?”

Personally, I think it’s a necessity.

“Isn’t securing a successor important?” 

“Well, that is... certainly true, but...”

A successor is indispensable for the survival of the state. That successor is a prince who carries the King’s bloodline. Giving birth to that prince is the Queen’s duty; some even say it is the most important royal duty of all for the sake of national stability.

“Children aren't born without sex. You understand that much, don’t you?” 

“Yes...?!”

Thank goodness. I was worried that even with an elite education, she might be a sheltered "stork and cabbage patch" believer. That would have made her a difficult royal spouse in its own way.

“That’s why I think being able to enjoy sex is a requirement for a marriage partner.” 

“It—It isn’t necessarily something that needs to be enjoyed! The continuation of the bloodline is a duty!!” 

“No, no.”

The quality of your life changes drastically depending on whether you view a necessary task as a chore or a pleasure. Especially sex—it’s one of the most enjoyable things in the world, so I definitely want to enjoy it.

“Or is it that you, Elisabela, don't want to have sex with me? If you hate it, we can get by without doing it. There are ways.”

In fact, my old man—the current King—has three wives: the Queen (my biological mother) and two concubines. He’s had children by all of them. It’s a polygamous world. Truly a medieval fantasy.

“You seem confident in your duties as Queen in public, but if you hate the responsibility of sex, pregnancy, and childbirth, I can leave that to someone else.” 

“Does that... mean you would take a consort?”

Exactly. Elisabela handles the official public duties, and some other consort handles the birthing and raising of children. I think that’s a perfectly fine division of labor.

“I will not accept that!! If I marry Your Highness and fail to mingle my blood with the Royal Family, I could never show my face to my house again! And more than that, my pride will not allow it!!” 

“Oh?” 

“I intend to marry Your Highness and perform every duty of a Queen perfectly!! I shall show you that I can produce an heir from my own womb! I will leave my name to history as a flawless Queen!!”

That soaring pride. It really feels like a "Villainess" trait. Is it this very pride that makes her unable to tolerate a low-born heroine, eventually leading to her self-destruction? It’s her karma, I suppose.

“I can certainly feel your enthusiasm. But if that's the case, sex with me becomes even more unavoidable, doesn't it?” 

“I am well aware... Yes, I have been prepared for that from the start. What threw me off was... Your Highness cutting straight to the point like a sneak attack!”

My apologies.

“Then, can I take it as an 'OK' that you'll have sex with me basically every day once we're married?” 

“Every day?! ...Y-Yes, I don't mind! If that is the duty of a Queen!”

Lady Elisabela spoke with spirited vigor. I’m happy she’ll let me do it every day, but just "doing it" isn't enough.

I want high-quality sex. If it’s just applying stimulation until ejaculation, it's no different from masturbation. Only by having a partner, loving each other, and heightening each other’s sensitivity can you achieve an excitement that self-pleasure can’t provide.

Since I’m a Prince, I won't be satisfied with some half-baked "pseudo-masturbation" sex. Since it’s with my spouse, I want to be particular about the "ultimate" experience.

“And that brings us back to sexual compatibility.” 

“Huh...?!”

At this point, Lady Elisabela lost her initial momentum and began to fidget.

“...It is true that if we are to be husband and wife, p-physical compatibility seems to be an issue that cannot be ignored...?!” 

“I’m glad you understand.” 

“But how are we supposed to confirm such a thing? For you and me to find out if we are compatible, that would mean...?!” 

“I have a good idea for that.”

The space where we were talking was a drawing room in a corner of the palace. Everyone else had left with the cliché "leave the youngsters to it" line, so the lady and I were perfectly alone in a private room.

No matter what happened here now, no one would know.

“Let’s try having sex right now.” 

“WHAAAT?!”

We had been sitting opposite each other on the sofas, but I moved to sit right next to her. These were the finest sofas in the palace; you could lie down on them, let alone sit side-by-side.

“Wh-what kind of idiocy are you spouting?! We only just met for the first time today?!” 

“But we’re engaged, aren't we?”

If we’re going to get married eventually, isn't it natural to have sex?

“That doesn't mean we are husband and wife yet! Surrendering my body without following the proper steps is merely lewd! As a lady of a Ducal house, I absolutely cannot engage in such shameful behavior!” 

“I figured as much.”

I thought I might be able to push through and break her down, but it seems impossible. Then again, if she were too easy, I’d be worried, so maybe this is for the best.

“Fine. I’ll save the sweet first night with you for after the wedding.” 

“Are you sure? ...W-Won't you be unable to marry someone if your physical compatibility doesn't match?” 

“Even if I said that, we can’t exactly call off this marriage just because of our personal selfishness, can we? This is a national matter, not just ours.”

Our marriage ensures the continuation of the Royal Family and promises national stability. Such public benefits aren't going to be overturned by individual claims.

“D-Do you really... want to couple with me that much?” 

“Of course I do!!” 

“Hyau?!”

After all, she’s an exquisitely raised daughter of a Duke. She’s a "premium item" you don't get to taste often, and the fact that I’m in a position to easily "eat" such a noble lady feels uniquely "Prince-like" and fires me up.

“But if I don't respect my partner's feelings, I won't be able to have high-quality sex. I’ll wait patiently for you to get in the mood...” 

“If that’s the case...” “?”

Fidgeting, the noble lady looked as though she were desperately trying to squeeze out something she felt she had to say.

“As the proud daughter of a Duke, I cannot give up my chastity so easily. However, to let my future husband do nothing at all would diminish my stature as a woman.” 

“So what exactly do you want to do?” 

“Therefore, while maintaining my dignity as a noble, I shall find... a compromise to serve my future husband!”

A compromise?

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About twenty minutes later... The location was the same private room, still just the two of us...

“Mph... chuu... slurp... ❤️❤️ Lick, lick, lick... ❤️❤️ Slurp... ❤️❤️”

Lady Elisabela and my lips were pressed hotly together. Not stopping there, our tongues broke past our lips, intertwining and dancing in a spiral. We licked each other’s tongues, exchanged saliva, and blended into one another.

Now, my mouth and hers had lost their boundaries, turning into a space of love where our two tongues were having sex.

“Schlup... schlup... squelch... ❤️❤️❤️❤️”

Following Lady Elisabela’s proposal that “up to kissing is fine,” I was mercilessly devouring her in a deep kiss. As an innocent girl, she might have imagined a kiss as something more like a light pecking on the lips. Too bad—I prefer a "tongue-f***" that feels like an extension of sex, where the mucous membranes rub together!!

“Ahe... ❤️❤️ Gulp... mmn... ❤️❤️ Miyuuh... ❤️❤️❤️❤️”

Lady Elisabela panicked at first when my tongue entered her mouth, but as the syrupy "tongue-rape" continued without pause, her expression melted completely and she began to let out sweet moans. When a woman goes into "heat" and enters "sex mode," even her saliva becomes sweet. As proof, the inside of Elisabela’s mouth was now as thick and syrupy as honey. It was as if you couldn't tell her mouth from her "other" opening.

“...Phew... ❤️❤️ ...Prince, you are heartless... ❤️❤️”

I pulled my tongue from her mouth and moved my lips away. Looking at her face from a proper distance for the first time in twenty minutes, she was completely melted with pleasure.

“To get such a lewd face just from a kiss. You’re quite the naughty woman.” 

“Don't be mean... ❤️❤️ My breath is only ragged because you kissed me with such unexpected intensity... ❤️❤️ I never knew such a way of kissing existed until today... ❤️❤️Even though I only permitted it because I thought it was just pressing lips together... ❤️❤️”

Having the door to her sexuality pried open by an unexpected French kiss, Elisabela’s face was flushed with the look of a female in heat. As someone born into a Ducal house, she must have been strictly restricted from contact with the opposite sex as a "sheltered daughter." All so she could be delivered as a "brand new" item to the man she would eventually marry.

In other words...

“...To make such an erotic face while still being a virgin, you must be a pervert at heart.” 

“Ahnn! ❤️❤️ I hate it when you say it like that! Are you trying to insult me, a Duke’s daughter?” 

“I’m praising you. If I’m going to get married, I’d welcome a pervy woman like you any day. To have fun sex every day, you see.” 

“I wonder if this proves we are compatible? If so, it was worth permitting at least our lips before the ceremony.”

For a noble lady, allowing someone to touch her skin before marriage is an absolute "no-no." It’s considered shameful and base. That’s why she initially rejected my sex proposal, but offered a compromise of "only kissing" instead. Even that was a miraculous concession born from the fact that I am her fiancé, and for her, it was a courageous adventure.

As a result, our tongues drew a double helix. Through this unexpected "tongue sex," the Duke’s daughter’s chastity was being pried open.

“I am such an indecent woman... to accept a man so deeply with a body that should be pure before marriage...!” 

“I think that was still pretty shallow, actually.”

After all, I only invaded her mouth with my tongue.

“Of course it was! If I permitted anything decisive, I wouldn't be able to get married! Listen well, I only did this because you are the Prince and the one I will eventually marry! Don't go thinking I’d do this for just anyone!” 

“I don't think that. Because I don't think that...!” 

“Ah...?”

I reached my right hand behind her back. Without looking, relying only on the sensation in my fingertips, I found the clasp and clicked it open. It was the metal fitting holding her dress to her body. Now that it was released, it had no choice but to fall, obeying gravity.

As a result, Lady Elisabela’s body lost its covering, exposing her soft skin.

“Wh-what are you doing?! It is wrong for a lady to expose her skin to a man before her wedding!!” 

“I mean, we are getting married.” 

“I’m telling you that we aren't at that stage yet!! How many times do I have to make us go through this same exchange?!”

I mean, come on. We just had a deep kiss that was basically a part of sex while we’re still just engaged. If we’ve come that far, I think it’s fine for her to show me her naked body. My concerns about sexual compatibility had mostly turned into hope thanks to how fired up the kissing got.

“I think it would be better to take things one step further and look at each other's naked bodies to fall in love. What do you say?” 

“............!”

The semi-naked Lady Elisabela experienced a moment of internal conflict before...

“...You are a hopeless fiancé, aren't you?” 

“Oh!”

I love it when a woman says, "I guess it can't be helped!"

“I’m only doing this because you are the Prince, the best marriage partner in this country. If you don't marry me after this, I’ll kill you.” 

“I’ll do it! I’ll definitely marry you!!”

I stripped off her dress. She was in seductive lingerie, but I might as well take that off too. Lingerie is plenty erotic, but it can’t beat total nudity.

But, true to a Duke’s daughter, her underwear was top-tier. Both her panties and bra were sheer with delicate lace, in a passionate red.

“You’re really fired up. Were you expecting to be seen after all?” 

“Don't go prying. This much is simply common etiquette for a noble lady.”

Well then, let’s hurry up and remove the "noble etiquette" erotic underwear and behold her nakedness.

Man, she’s a big-breasted Duke’s daughter. Not just the underwear, but her very build is gorgeous. They must have given her plenty of nutrition to aim for the ultimate female body.

I pulled off her panties... her hips are big, too. A flawless "child-bearing" type. Those sturdy pelvic bones weren't something obtained through effort alone. She was born with a body destined to be repeatedly taken and to bear many children. The preparation for that was already complete in this body.

Her boast of “I shall show you that I can produce an heir from my own womb” was no bluff.

Such a magnificent ass... I don't want to wait until we're married. I want to get her pregnant right now...!

“Hey, I just thought of something...!”

I said, desperately trying to suppress my excitement.

“Should we just go ahead and have sex after all?”

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