episode_0010

Mihail and I were sitting on the edge of the bed, facing each other. There was no conversation between us.

A month ago, we would have been cracking stupid jokes and laughing, but the deep chasm between us had grown too deep to mend, making it impossible to ever go back to how we were.

‘Was it because I had an old dream… It just came to mind.’

I glanced at Mihail. Mihail kept staring intently at my face. Starting his bullshit again.

It’s a bit strange how quiet it is. I can’t sleep anymore either.

‘Shall I ask him about that?’

A question I couldn’t ask normally because I thought Mihail would spout nonsense or hit me if I did. As long as this bastard was steeped in guilt right now, he seemed like he’d answer most questions.

“Hey, Mihail. Just one question.”

“What.”

Hmm, permission for informal speech. Good. *Clears throat*. I cleared my throat.

“Why did you make me your sex slave?”

“Lo—”

“Love and bullshit aside, answer seriously. Why are you acting like this? Just a month ago, we were just friends.”

“……..”

Mihail stayed silent, his mouth closed. Looks like he doesn’t intend to answer. I sighed deeply and lay down on the bed. Let’s just sleep.

Just then, Mihail’s voice came from behind.

“At first, it was friendship for me too. Honestly, when you were little, you looked completely like a boy.”

I got up again and looked at Mihail. Mihail’s tone wasn’t the usual frantic tone, but a calm one, as if he was making a confession.

Mihail continued speaking without avoiding my gaze.

“But, as you grew older, your chest got bigger and your body became more feminine, I started having lewd thoughts.”

Yes, that could happen. My chest had grown bigger year by year, to the point where I had to give up wrapping it with a compression bandage because it was so huge. I’d even masturbated looking at this chest myself.

“Back then, I thought I was crazy. To feel sexual desire for such a sex-crazed person. Just cut it off, that kind of thing.”

“I relieved my sexual urges by dating women. But thinking about it now, all those women resembled you a little.”

“…That’s disgusting.”

It was just because you got hard. Then go take a prostitute, put a wig on her, and have sex. No, even if not a prostitute, if you just told them your type, there would be noblewomen lining up to give you their pussies.

Goosebumps rose all over. Back then, you were looking at me, your friend, and having these kinds of thoughts. You crazy rapist bastard. They say you can tell a sprout from the seedling, indeed.

Mihail continued speaking, paying no mind to my condemnation.

“Then I saw you dressed up like a woman. Do you remember too? Three years ago, on the birthday.”

Mihail began to tell the story of that time.

—

For Mihail Raskaban, Princess Anastasia was a type of human he simply couldn’t understand.

First of all, from always dressing as a man to dumping all her homework and studies onto him, the slave. To put it nicely, she was eccentric, and to put it badly, she was just mentally ill.

Today, Mihail was in the princess’s empty bedroom, doing her homework for her. Today’s homework was transcription. It was homework that could be done quickly just by moving your hands diligently.

Mihail stretched because his body felt stiff. The amount of homework was so ridiculously large that the task was taking longer than expected.

While stretching, the scenery outside the window caught his eye. In the ballroom visible through the window, lights were on and countless people were going in and out.

Today was the birthday of the King of Rus, Nikolai I. To commemorate it, a banquet was held, and countless nobles participated and enjoyed the feast.

Among them was his mistress, Princess Anastasia. The princess had gone to the banquet cursing vehemently, saying she’d rather there be a fire, as it was one of the few days she had to wear a dress.

The princess could have taken Mihail as her attendant, but he was originally a being who had been Nikolai’s slave.

He had no desire to specifically go to the banquet hall and attract Nikolai’s attention. What if things went wrong and he became the king’s slave again?

*Shudder*

Just imagining it made his body tremble. Long live the Princess. Long live Princess Anastasia.

*Click*

“?”

Just as he was busy transcribing, the bedroom door opened. What is it? It shouldn’t be cleaning time now.

The night visitor turned out to be the princess. The princess, wearing a dress instead of the men’s clothes she usually wore, looked completely different.

Pink hair, lengthened with extensions, flowing down, and a pastel-toned sky blue dress matching the pink hair.

It seemed the maids and Countess Bologna’s daughter had been anticipating and preparing for this for a month, and they had indeed done a proper job of dressing her up.

The princess’s figure was as beautiful as the effort they had put in. Enough to instantly charm anyone who didn’t know her true nature.

Of course, to Mihail, who was close enough to exchange vulgar jokes with her, it was just a pearl necklace on a pig’s neck.

“Why are you coming out of there?”

It was clearly the time when the banquet should have been in full swing. That being said, the princess had returned to her room much too quickly.

“I bolted. Some prince asshole kept trying to touch my body, so I punched him and ran.”

That was truly an answer typical of her. Mihail let out a hollow laugh and focused back on the transcription homework.

“But why are you here at this hour?”

“I’m stuck here at this hour doing the transcription homework you dumped on me~”

“Ah, right.”

The princess stood in front of the full-length mirror. After gazing at her reflection for a long time, she suddenly began to unbutton her dress.

“Waaaaah?! What are you doing right now? In front of an outsider man?”

Mihail jumped up, startled, hopping up and down. What is this crazy princess doing? No matter how close we are, there’s a line you have to draw!

“I’m just undoing it because it’s stuffy, okay? You won’t see anything you’re hoping for~.”

Anastasia scoffed at the startled Mihail and unbuttoned the outermost layer of the dress. Fortunately, she was wearing a corset and a petticoat underneath, so only the color of her clothing changed to white; the covered area didn’t change.

Upon confirming that Anastasia was not naked, Mihail also lowered the hand covering his eyes. Anastasia taunted Mihail, asking what he expected, calling him a pervert bastard.

“Don’t you think it’s your problem, just whipping off your dress in front of an outsider man?”

“Am I an outsider man to you? How many years have we spent together?”

“Years and all that… Ha… Never mind.”

Mihail gave up on trying to persuade Princess Anastasia, finished the transcription homework, and was about to leave the room.

Suddenly, the princess called out to Mihail, who was about to leave the room.

“Hey.”

“Why?”

“Help me loosen my corset. The strings are in the back, so it’s hard to undo.”

“Why are you asking me to do that?”

Mihail cringed. If he was careless while undoing the corset, her nipples might be exposed.

Of course, he was a man and liked seeing a woman’s naked body, but if that naked body belonged to his friend of 8 years, it was a different story.

Problem if he got hard. Problem if he didn’t get hard. It was a checkmate situation itself.

“Aw, whyyyy. Just do it. Just do it.”

“Ugh, stop acting cute, you fucker. It’s giving me goosebumps.”

“If you don’t, I’ll keep acting cute?”

“…Damn it.”

Mihail stood behind the princess with the heart of a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse. Yes, rather than listen to that cringe-inducing aegyo, he’d just close his eyes and loosen it.

*Rustle rustle*

Mihail slowly loosened the strings one by one. As the corset loosened, the exposed area of her back gradually widened.

Come to think of it, her figure is really amazing. I never knew because she always wore such shapeless clothes.

Her breasts are quite large, and her waist… I could probably hold it in my two hands if I tried.

*Brush*

The princess’s skin and Mihail’s hand brushed against each other. Mihail was startled as if he had been burned by hot water and immediately pulled his hand away.

*Thump-thump-*

Mihail’s heart pounded, and his face turned red. The sensation of the princess’s soft skin did not leave his hand.

‘Am I really crazy? How can I touch a friend’s inner skin and feel like this?’

Mihail shook his head vigorously, trying desperately to forget that sensation. But how could it be easily forgotten?

When he suddenly stopped, the princess turned around and asked if something was wrong.

Then, Mihail’s eyes fell upon the front of the princess.

Pink hair cascading down along her cleavage. Her ample breasts, exposed almost to the nipple area. A waist that seemed like less than a handful, and childbearing hips.

‘Was she always this pretty?’

*Thump-thump-thump-thump-*

Mihail’s heart began to beat faster than ever before. A feeling he had never experienced, despite countless relationships before.

Faced with an emotion he had never encountered, Mihail just stammered and froze.

“Hey, are you okay? Are you sick?”

As if worried, the princess brought her hand to Mihail’s cheek. Only then did Mihail come to his senses and quickly left the room.

Mihail tried to forget the sight he had seen as he walked back to his room.

But the sight of the princess’s exposure didn’t disappear from his mind and continued to torment him.

It was the day he realized the unrequited love that would last a lifetime.

—

“And that night, you appeared in my dream. You, dressed up and adorned.”

“That’s when I realized how I felt. That I liked you.”

“………”

It was something I hadn’t remembered for a while. I just thought he was tired from transcribing until late at night, but there was such a story behind it, huh.

Mihail continued speaking.

“I wanted to confess continuously, but you didn’t give me any opportunity at all.”

“Then, in the conversation the day before I was transferred to the battlefield, I realized.”

His calm tone began to become agitated little by little. Feeling a strange unease, I flinched and moved back towards the headboard of the bed.

“That our relationship wouldn’t change at all in this state. That I couldn’t change this relationship while I was your slave.”

Madness began to cloud Mihail’s eyes. He started to close the distance little by little. Like a predator cornering its prey, he began to approach me slowly.

“I decided to become king. To become king and possess you. Thanks to one of your idiotic jokes.”

I trembled like prey before a predator. Don’t come. Don’t come near me. I was cornered against the wall, surrounded by Mihail.

“I love you, Asha. From the moment I first saw you. I love you.”

Mihail grabbed my hand and kissed it. If someone saw this scene, they might call it romantic.

But I was simply appalled.

Love? Hah! Love? Don’t make me laugh. Killing my father and raping me while holding my lover’s life hostage was all because of love?

Hahahahahahaha.

Only hollow laughter escaped me. Yes, love. Damn love. Love. Love. Love!!!

“What the fuck are you talking about, you piece of shit.”

When I swore, Mihail’s eyes widened like lantern shades.

Why? Because he made a heartfelt love confession, in his opinion, and I countered with curses? What a truly ridiculous bastard.

Grabbing the person you claim to love, making them your sex slave, and coming to rape them whenever you want… Is that love? Is it love?!!!

My teeth ground hard in fury.

I hated that bastard, who shamelessly packaged rape as love, but what I hated most was myself for harboring even a shred of friendship for him, even after he raped me.

Some might call me crazy. To feel friendship for a guy who rapes you whenever he wants?

Surprisingly, that was the truth. I thought it had been crushed and disappeared without a trace on the day he first raped me, but it had stubbornly survived and finally brought me the feeling of betrayal.

I hated Mihail so much. I hated that bastard who ruined my life and raped me so that we could never go back to being friends again.

The shallow friendship that had remained disappeared, and all that was left in me was hatred.

With a feeling like spitting blood, I shouted at him.

“I regret it. When I first saw you at nine years old, I should have just let you die! I should have just left you, whether you died from being whipped or not!!”

Then all emotion completely vanished from Mihail’s face, becoming completely expressionless. It was one of the reactions he showed when he was extremely angry. So he is angry, huh?

“Take that back.”

He quickly reached out and grabbed my neck. As if he would strangle me to death right away if I didn’t take back my words.

But I didn’t care whether Mihail was gripping my neck or not and continued to curse him. Each word was filled with malice.

“Why? Did you think I’d be swept away by that kind of love confession and throw myself into your arms? Hahaha!! Do you not even remember my pussy hole that’s become loose from being constantly fucked?”

“Take that back!!”

“Fuck off, you son of a bitch! I hate you. I hate you more than anyone else in this world. To the point where I want to forget all the time when we were friends.”

“Shut up!!”

Mihail began to slowly squeeze my neck. With his strong grip, my airway narrowed, making it difficult to speak, but I didn’t care.

“Kill… Kill me… Rather…”

When I didn’t give up my intent until the end, Mihail let go of my hand. *Gasp-* As my airway opened, I gasped for breath.

“You hate me? Fine… Try doing that for once.”

*Zip-*

Mihail lowered his pants zipper. Then he took out his flaccid dick.

When I saw his dick, I began to feel fear. Because I could guess what he was going to do next.

The emotions agitated by anger vanished instantly, and I trembled like someone facing a hungry bear.

No- No- No- No- He’s going to rape me again. No- No- No-!!!

“Let’s see if you’ll submit to this or not.”

“No-!!!!!!!!!”

I screamed and tried to run away. But Mihail grabbed my waist, slammed me onto the bed, and immediately ripped off my skirt.

*Rip rip*

As the skirt ripped off, my panties became visible. Mihail seemed to have no time to tear off the panties as well, so he pushed them aside and immediately plunged his dick into my pussy.

*Thwack!*

“Kyaaaaaaaaak-!!!!!”

“Doing it after a long time, it feels like a virgin pussy.”

The pain was transmitted directly to me, from forcefully shoving his large dick into my pussy which wasn’t wet at all.

I felt intense pain as if that place was tearing, and the pain of raw flesh rubbing directly.

*Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!*

Mihail treated me very roughly, as if the sex he had done before was a kind sex.

He pressed down my upper body with his arm, keeping me immobilized, and continued to thrust his dick into my pussy, regardless of whether it was chafing and bleeding.

I cried and pleaded in pain, but the answer I received was a slap.

*Slap!*

“Shut up, you whore. Spread your legs.”

Tears welled up. Then the fear disappeared, and anger surged back.

You think I’ll submit to your dick? Hahaha!! Just you wait and see. I won’t submit to you.

“You think I’ll submit to your dick? Let’s see about that.”

Mihail kept thrusting his dick in without a word. *Ugh! Ugh!* I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back my moans.

I will never submit to you. Never-!!!!

I endured his violent sex with that resolve.