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Episode 192.

I talked about the scenes where Princess Sera was broken and devastated. Very detailed, without leaving out a single description. As I continued talking, there was no end to it.

As each scene was discussed, Carmel’s face turned white and then blue.

It’s definitely not a pleasant story to hear. The humiliation I did to Carmel was just a lie. A violent humiliation that says it doesn’t matter if something gets ruined. Only a slightly twisted person like me would enjoy something like this.

“…That’s roughly the story. Even though it was a story from another world, I couldn’t help but be afraid. With the Book of Enekra, I won’t be able to stop my mother, who has absorbed Mystilia’s magic power.”

It was a decision I made with great determination. Because I revealed the trump card that I knew the stories in the novel.

This was also to show that I believe in Carmel in my own way. I hope you can understand…

But Carmel seemed frozen for a moment and did not move. The expression on his face was like that of someone who had seen something scary.

“Mother?”

Carmel staggered to his feet. It’s a drunken move. Carmel clung to me as if she was falling.

“Sera, Sera…!”

“, huh…?”

Carmel was clinging to me like a petulant child. Although it was the behavior of a drunk customer, I couldn’t understand the context. Until I heard Carmel’s next words.

“I’m sorry… It was hard, right? It hurt…? Ugh… I’m really, really sorry…”

“Uh, what?”

As I rambled excitedly about my favorite novel, I had overlooked it. If you think about it, it’s actually a natural thing to say.

Carmel doesn’t know. That I was in the position of a reader reading it from outside the story.

The devastating stories told directly from Princess Sera’s mouth… I wonder how Carmel would have received them…

“Uh, mother? are you okay! Those are things from a completely different world, and I just saw it as if I was reading a story…”

“There’s no way it’s okay!”

The arms that hug me tightly gain more strength. His voice was filled with tears and guilt.

Slowly the strength drains from my arms. Carmel’s face was covered in tears as she looked up at me from my embrace.

“How could I… do such things to you… Ugh…”

Of course, I do not feel any of the mental and physical pain that Princess Sera suffered in the novel. Although I am now in the body of Princess Sera, it is nothing more than what happened to Namil, a character in the novel.

But Carmel didn’t seem to feel that way. It seemed like my other self, in another world, was feeling enormous guilt for completely destroying my other self.

“Calm down, mother. That’s not what really happened here. Your mother didn’t really commit those things, right?”

Carmel shook her head vigorously.

“No… No… I really would have done that… If you had lost to me even once… I would have really done such harsh things to you… Ugh…”

…Maybe so.

Carmel when she was steeped in hatred would not have been that different from the Carmel in the novel. If I had been defeated before I unlocked Mystilia and made her completely fall in love with me, I would have been in a similar situation to Princess Sera in the novel.

Carmel herself seemed to know this better than anyone else. Even disarming Mystilia does not mean that your memories will disappear. Carmel would know better than anyone else the evil intentions and dark plans he had for me.

“Don’t forgive me… Serah… Treat me worse… Much worse than I do now… Otherwise I… won’t be able to look at you straight… ”

Regret, guilt, and feeling sorry.

As much as her affection for me was deep, it must have been swirling uncontrollably inside Carmel.

It wasn’t my intention to do this. I just hoped that you would understand a little bit why I couldn’t easily hand over the Book of Enekra.

However, as he sees Carmel in deep regret for something he did not do, a dark desire suddenly arises.

“Mother…”

“Make me suffer more… Humiliate me, humiliate me, hurt me… You can treat me like an animal or a slave… Only then can I… atone for what I did to you, at least a little. …”

I caressed Carmel’s tear-soaked cheek.

“I’m really fine, Mother. I already forgive my mother.”

Forgiving someone who has not forgiven themselves only causes greater guilt. Carmel seemed to have difficulty controlling her overflowing emotions.

“Sera… Sera, I…”

It is quite difficult to make a crying face look pretty. Looking sexy is more difficult than that. Carmel was accomplishing both difficult tasks at the same time.

I moved the hand that was touching my cheek. I rubbed Carmel’s lips with my thumb. Carmel just stayed still. It seemed like he was willing to face whatever I did.

“Could you show me your breasts, Mother?”

Carmel began to open her chest on her own. Two lumps trapped inside the clothes pop out as if exploding. I just smiled to myself at that incredible force.

I grabbed Carmel’s big breasts with both hands at once. Although it was a somewhat painful century, Carmel still did not move.

A soft, springy feel that fills your hand. I massaged Carmel’s breasts to my heart’s content. I could see my nipples getting bigger little by little.

“Ha, ugh… ugh…”

Carmel’s breathing was becoming rough just by massaging her chest. However, it did not appear that he was enjoying pure pleasure.

The pleasure I felt from being humiliated and punished by me. Even for that, Carmel seemed to be feeling guilty.

That wasn’t what I wanted. What I want is for Carmel to suffer in the greatest pleasure while being humiliated by me.

Wait, no, no…

If you think about it, this might be okay too. Carmel fights against guilt amidst uncontrollable pleasure… It’s a situation that suits my dark desires.

I let go of the breasts I was massaging. Carmel looks like she hasn’t had enough punishment yet. I delivered good news to Carmel.

“The rest go to my room… I’ll do whatever your mother wants, harsh things. If I can ease the burden on my mother’s heart even just a little…”

“Yes… Yes!”

Carmel nodded confidently. As I looked at Carmel wanting punishment, I felt my stomach tighten.

* * *

“Now, would you please take down the gown?”

As Carmel untied the straps around her waist, the gown fell off her shoulders. What she is wearing is purple underwear. But it’s not ordinary underwear.

Undergarments are meant to stand out, not to cover up embarrassing parts of the body. The middle part of the top and bottom underwear was completely open. It is a design that clearly exposes the nipples and pussy.

The purpose of the design is, without a doubt, seduction. The reason these items are in the queen’s room is probably to ensure smooth succession. Actually, I’ve never seen Fehat, but…

Carmel seemed embarrassed, but didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding. Instead, he was leaning out so that I could see him clearly. As if that appearance was a punishment and a prison uniform imposed on him.

I left Carmel for a moment and headed to the corner of the room. I took out the things I had collected for this very moment from the treasure trove and laid them out on the table.

These are things most Carmels also know. Tentacle patches, wind oil potions, and thick and impressive dildos… These were the guys who tested the effects with their own bodies.

But this is probably your first time seeing this guy. Juliana’s final masterpiece is a two-way dildo that can be fixed to the waist. You could call it a primitive form of penny barn.

Of course, it wouldn’t be difficult to guess its purpose. Because I have used similar items before.

Carmel was quietly looking at them. I first took the feng oil potion and handed it to Carmel.

“Drink, Mother.”

“Yes…”

Carmel swallowed the remaining half of the white potion without any resistance. The effect, as the name suggests, is to enlarge the breasts. But it comes with perverted side effects.

“Ugh… Ugh…”

The effect of the potion appeared immediately. Even so, Carmel’s large breasts began to swell to the extent that one could even use the word ‘huge breasts’.

Last time, I only ate a very small amount, so it didn’t have this much effect. Carmel seemed embarrassed by the drastic changes in her body, but did not resist. However, my body was leaning forward and I stumbled for a moment.

There was dried liquid forming at the end. This is the price, or rather the fruit, of a bountiful heart. I grabbed Carmel’s breasts and started squeezing them without mercy.

“Ha, ugh…!”

The red condensation turned into a white stream and spewed out. Great momentum. It seemed like breast milk was being produced in abundance, as was the size of the breasts.

Of course, you can’t not taste it. I put my mouth on the nipple and started sucking it myself. A sweet and rich taste like condensed milk spreads in your mouth.

Carmel just endured it with an unwavering attitude. This time, guilt was visible on Carmel’s face.

These large breasts are a symbol of motherhood, but you may feel that you are sinful and do not deserve to be called mother.

Every time I squeeze my chest, sweet things flow into my mouth. However, on the other side, precious breast milk is scattered on the floor. This kind of waste cannot be tolerated. I handed the glass prepared on the table to Carmel.

“Place it on this chest, mother. Because you can’t spill precious breast milk.”

“…Yes…”

A normal Carmel might have glared at her as if she were going to kill her. But Carmel accepted the cup with a very obedient face.

Carmel held the glass in front of her nipples. I felt relieved and started squeezing Carmel’s breasts.

A white liquid was filling my mouth, the glass.