Dancing with Bella #003

*Due to suggestive depictions and brutal descriptions, this is rated 19+.

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Everyone in the plaza stared at Fourth Princess Kraine La Bella. The citizens enjoying the execution-turned-festival, the nobles desperately wondering which royal faction to back, the royals who had won the power struggle and framed the Fourth Princess for adultery, leading to her execution, and even the Emperor, who knew everything but watched with interest, wanting to pass the throne to his strongest child.

It was hard to believe she was only 11 years old; Fourth Princess Kraine La Bella captivated everyone with her beauty alone. Only one person, Ross, fixed his gaze not on her appearance, but on her left arm, wrapped in bandages.

The ashen-haired girl, who had offered her left arm to the Emperor to survive, walked alone toward the execution where her mother’s head had fallen. She stared with vacant eyes as the heads of her mother, whom she loved most, who was her everything, and the kind guard who was strict but secretly slipped her candy, rolled across the execution platform.

The Archbishop, who had been sitting in the stands, came down and opened an ornate, gold-trimmed box presented by the inquisitor, taking out what was supposed to prove Bella’s purity. At first, everyone thought it was just a pure white wooden stick. But when the Archbishop, who had approached Bella from behind, held it up for all to see, a massive cheer erupted from the front rows like a receding tide.

The women’s voices were especially loud, because what the Archbishop was holding looked exactly like the dildos they used to soothe their loneliness. The difference was that it was a snow-white, cock-shaped object with a transparent vial where the balls should be.

As Bella stared blankly at her shoes, soaked with the blood of her mother and the guard, the Archbishop gave her a warm, grandfatherly smile and pressed his body against her small, soft butt. Having seen Bella’s appearance up close, the Archbishop thought her beauty alone proved her purity.

If God didn’t love her, she would never have such looks. But this wasn’t a courtroom. Bella was a sinner who needed to be punished. The Archbishop felt a heaviness in his groin at the thought of watching the beautiful and lovely girl’s face contort in pain up close.

Court Jester: This is the ceremony to prove the purity of Fourth Princess Kraine La Bella. First, the Fourth Princess will prove her physical purity before the Archbishop and everyone!

Archbishop: This is a specially made item called the ‘Purity Prover.’ It is a device designed to prove physical purity. With this, Fourth Princess Bella must prove that her body has not been defiled.

The Archbishop held out the Purity Prover and whispered detailed instructions for its use in her ear. Bella, showing no change in expression, nodded slightly as she listened to the string of lewd words. Shifting her gaze to the crowd staring at her with empty eyes, Bella lowered her skirt with her one remaining hand. At that action, the males in the plaza instinctively roared like beasts in heat, and when Bella finally took off her top and underwear, revealing her nakedness, showing everyone the place where she would prove her purity, a heavy silence fell over the plaza.

Regardless of gender or age, everyone in the plaza felt lust for the sight of this lovely girl. Hands trembled, legs weakened, and they wanted to go up to the execution platform and ravage Bella right away. Many people in the crowd secretly masturbated. Several women had hardened nipples. The intense affection and obsession that arose from the crowd greedily scrutinized every part of Bella. Her beauty was the kind that should never be forgotten.

Bella received the Purity Prover from the Archbishop. And following the Archbishop’s advice, she spread her legs so everyone could see and placed the Purity Prover against her vagina. At that moment, not even the sound of swallowing could be heard. The nobles sitting in the stands leaned forward, trying to get a better look at Bella, and the royals watched Bella prove her purity with lustful eyes, as if they were right in front of her, thanks to specially installed relay magic.

Bella’s hand moved, and the Purity Prover disappeared into Bella’s body. Bella, showing no change in expression as if she felt no pain, inserted the Purity Prover all the way. She took her hand off the Purity Prover. As time passed, the snow-white Purity Prover, piercing the young girl’s flesh, turned red. Finally, when the transparent vial at the end of the Purity Prover filled with blood, proving Bella’s purity, the Archbishop stroked Bella’s crotch with a worried hand and pulled out the Purity Prover, holding it up for all to see. All eyes turned to the Purity Prover in the Archbishop’s hand. The Purity Prover, stained red with blood, proved Bella’s purity.

Archbishop: God has proven that Fourth Princess Kraine La Bella’s body is pure!

Crowd: Waaaaah!!!

Everyone rejoiced at the Archbishop’s declaration. Some shed tears at Bella’s purity, and others praised her, pointing to the blood flowing down her thighs. Those who had been busily moving their hands reached climax when they saw the Purity Prover held up by the Archbishop, and parents with children tried to ignore the feelings of paternal and maternal love that came with their sexual urges.

Court Jester: The physical purity of Fourth Princess Kraine La Bella has been proven. Now, it’s time to prove her final purity of mind!

Those who had fallen in love with Bella were all ecstatic. Everyone prayed fervently that the lovely girl would be able to prove her purity. On the execution platform, the wooden stick and plank-made gibbet installed by the executioner had nameplates attached. One was inscribed with the name of Bella’s mother, Louise, and the other with the name of the guard. Because the proof of purity was not yet complete, the lovely Bella, wearing nothing, struggled to lift her mother’s blood-soaked head, which was rolling on the floor, with one hand.

Then she approached the gibbet and tried to place the head on it. But the gibbet was set too high. Even when Bella stood on tiptoe, she couldn’t reach it. It was something an 11-year-old girl with only one arm couldn’t possibly do. It had been deliberately designed that way. To prevent Bella from proving her final purity. Even if she had lost everything, she was still a competitor for the Emperor’s throne.

The crowd, seeing the lovely girl struggling to lift her mother’s head onto the gibbet, combined their voices in pity and support.

♪ Lovely girl, reach a little higher

♪ You’re still not enough

♪ Lovely girl, try a little harder

♪ You’re still not enough

♪ Lovely girl, grow a little more

♪ You’re still not enough

Bella, who was struggling to lift her mother’s head with one hand and standing on tiptoe, lost her balance and fell to the floor. Ttungttungttung- The head bounced away, echoing on the execution platform. When Bella fell to the floor, everyone clapped and shouted in support.

Crowd: Get up! Get up! Get up!

Crowd: Try harder! Try harder! Try harder!

Crowd: Prove it! Prove it! Prove it!

The girl, who had fallen into the pool of blood that had flowed from her mother’s and the guard’s bodies, got up, covered in blood. Amid the cheers of the people, Bella walked closer to her mother’s head. But Bella passed the head. She approached her mother’s cold body and struggled to pull the corpse with her one remaining arm. Everyone didn’t understand Bella’s actions.

From the young children who had followed their parents, to the most noble Emperor. Bella moved her mother’s body under the gibbet, then struggled to move the guard’s body this time. And Bella, who had stacked the two corpses to make a stepping stone, picked up the guard’s head, which was rolling nearby, stepped on the corpses, and placed the head on the gibbet.

Only then did the crowd, who understood Bella’s actions, erupt in explosive cheers. The nobles applauded the princess for her amazing wisdom, and the royals watched with sullen expressions. Bella got off the corpses and approached her mother’s head, which was far away. Carefully holding the head in her arms, Bella headed back to the gibbet and was finally able to place her mother’s head on the gibbet.

At that moment, the festival reached its climax. Everyone rejoiced and praised Bella for placing the head of her dirty sinner of a mother on the gibbet. Nowhere in the plaza could sadness or gloom be found. This was a festival. A festival for the girl who had proven her purity. Alcohol was scattered, and bread fell from the sky. Some sang, some cried, some cursed, spewing out primal emotions. The crowd was united.

Except for one person.

Ross, who had clearly witnessed what Bella’s ‘difficult past’ created by coincidence was, collapsed, his legs giving way. He wanted to run away, but his feet wouldn’t move. He didn’t want to see it, but he couldn’t move. So he felt pain as if his heart had been torn out. He felt an endless, ferocious hatred for the people who were happy that the girl, who had lost her virginity in front of everyone, had placed her mother’s head on the gibbet.

The emotions of the united crowd collided violently with Ross’s emotions. Ross felt something snap inside him- ttuduk. Feeling an uncontrollable emotion surging from deep within, Ross finally lost consciousness.

「Synchronization rate 67%.」

「Synchronization rate 54%.」

「Synchronization rate 42%.」

Ross’s synchronization rate, which had been falling endlessly, stopped at 42%. The crowd, trying to see Bella’s naked body even closer, didn’t see Ross collapse. He fell on the cold ground, was trampled and crushed by countless people, and finally woke up.

At that moment, the tens of thousands of people gathered there felt something. Endless hatred, sticky inferiority, an oppressive presence, a rebellious spirit wanting to resist, and madness towards something surged from somewhere in their hearts, spreading like a wave from one person. All eyes turned from the stage to the man. Even the lovely girl, who had finished everything and was staring at the crowd with empty eyes, looked at the man with blue eyes. Finally, as everyone watched, the man’s mouth opened.

Jin Shi’an: …All of you, die.

A wave of madness spread from the man. An intense impulse swept through the plaza. Soon, a new festival began. A woman holding her child threw the child to the ground. A person strangled the person standing in front of them, screaming, a man lifted his daughter, whom he had been giving a piggyback ride, and raped her, a boy swung a knife he had hidden in his arms at random, men and women fell to the ground, biting each other’s necks, and girls tore out the intestines of old men with their fingernails and scattered them in the sky. The smiles never disappeared from the faces of those at the festival of madness.

The protagonist of the new festival didn’t look at what he had created. He only stared straight at the girl on the stage. Their eyes met in the air. And finally, Jin Shi’an took a step towards Bella.