episode_0045

Those who gathered to witness the submission of the falling female form were exceedingly cruel.

Beatrice laid warm eggs like a hen laying eggs, and most of the eggs came out, but one remaining egg just wouldn’t come out.

This may have been due to Beatrice’s vaginal pressure, or it may have been due to the size of the egg.

The exact truth could not be known, but at least what was certain was that the sight of a woman sobbing with an egg stuck in her vaginal hole stimulated the viewers’ sadism.

Only pitiful streams of vaginal fluid dripped down.

After repeating the act of straining for quite some time, the thickest circumference of the egg began to pass through Beatrice’s vagina and come out.

Once the largest diameter had passed, the rest fell out without much difficulty.

Only the sound of the egg falling to the floor echoed.

The audience watching Beatrice’s spawning show from below made comments one by one as they watched the egg come out and Beatrice’s vagina widen greatly.

“Look at that, look at that.”

“Wow, it’s opened up a lot. If it opens up that much, will she even feel anything?”

“You never know. It may look like that, but if you stick a cock in it, she might tighten it up nicely.”

“That hole tighten a cock? Don’t be ridiculous. As it is now, I bet she’d say it’s loose even if you hammered a stake into it.”

Everyone uttered ridicule mixed with mockery.

For Beatrice, these were extremely humiliating words.

But all she could do now was sob.

Moreover, there was another reason why she couldn’t say anything.

Every time she was shamed by Roman and Lilia, a strange emotion called “pleasure” had been slowly arising in Beatrice’s heart.

The pleasure that rode her head and soaked her brain gradually intensified, and finally, as she suffered today’s humiliating show, it was completed.

Now, shame had become a kind of pleasure for Beatrice.

‘That can’t be…this princess knight…!’

At first, Beatrice denied it. Because it was a fact she could never accept.

But she was revealing all her precious private parts, and as she laid eggs, she felt her body gradually getting hotter.

In the end, the last thought that bloomed in her heart was only one.

‘Roman…I’ll surrender to him…and become his slave…’

Even a being like the last pride of a nation was just an ordinary woman.

She succumbed to pleasure, and her head was filled with desires craving pleasure.

Fortunately, the spawning show ended with the expulsion of the last egg.

The audience expressed disappointment at the end of the show, but Roman’s decision was ruthless.

And she was kneeling in front of Lilia, who had dragged her in.

‘It’s cold…but…’

Clearly, her body was cold. She had been sweating naked until just now, and the sweat had cooled, so it was a natural result.

But deep inside her body, around her uterus, she felt a slight warmth.

It was an instinct craving pleasure.

Then Roman approached Beatrice.

Roman was smiling slightly, as if he was in a good mood.

Beatrice could tell from her long experience that this was her chance.

Beatrice prostrated herself before Roman, who was passing by her, and shouted.

“Roman…sir.”

“What is it?”

Roman responded as if he was annoyed.

Beatrice’s gaze lowered. She avoided Roman’s gaze and spoke in a shameful and humble voice.

“…I can’t take it anymore. Please, violate this female.”

It was the surrender of Beatrice, who had endured until now, or rather, the princess knight.

She seemed to think that she could no longer endure this hell.

She seemed to have judged that if she formally surrendered to Roman, she would not be treated the same way as before.

But Beatrice did not see Roman’s smile slowly falling from his lips because she was bowing her head.

“…You’re giving up?”

“Yes.”

“You too, Laos too, and all the people too?”

“Yes, I will now lay down everything as a princess knight. Please take me as a slave. I will prepare my body whenever Roman-nim wants.”

“…Okay, I understand.”

Beatrice smiled at that moment.

She thought it was better this way.

But when she raised her head, she couldn’t understand Roman’s angry face.

“Why such an expression…?”

Just as she was about to express her question, Beatrice lost consciousness with a strong impact felt on the back of her neck.

***

Inside a dark basement.

In a place where only a bleak wind blows, the voice of a woman making painful cries could be heard.

“…Uuh…uuuhuhuhuh…!”

Her mouth was full of something, and she could only make painful groans.

To be exact, it seemed like she was panting heavily, unable to breathe properly.

Even though the sound was strange, it was definitely the sound of a woman trying to live.

The woman was Beatrice.

She was very afraid.

She had declared her surrender, but now she was trapped in a place where she couldn’t see ahead, her eyes were covered, and her mouth was filled with an unknown mass.

Her constantly tense body trembled even at the slightest sound.

Swoosh.

She had to flinch in great surprise even at the sound of cloth fluttering in the wind.

Her whole body was covered in goosebumps, emanating fear.

As she was alone in the basement, another sound was heard.

Thud.

Her ears, the only ones functioning properly, perked up and sensed someone’s presence.

It was clearly the sound of someone’s footsteps.

As she slowly focused on the sound, it gradually grew louder and approached her.

“..Is anyone there? Please, let me go!!”

Beatrice was shouting as loud as she could even with her mouth blocked. The footsteps that came toward her removed her blindfold.

A fire was lit in the dark basement, and the man in front of her was a familiar face.

It was Roman.

But he looked somehow different from the Roman she knew.

“…Roman…why are you doing this to me?”

Clearly, she had surrendered to Roman. But Roman, who seemed to have wanted that, looked very upset instead.

She wondered if it was because of the honorific, so she called him “Master” as Lilia had told her, but all that came back was violence.

Beatrice was sobbing, but she couldn’t understand why.

“…What I wanted was not the surrender of a bitch like you.”

“…?”

What on earth was he talking about, why would he do such a terrible thing to her if that wasn’t what he wanted?

She was filled with questions.

“What I wanted was to see you writhing in endless, futile hope. I didn’t want to make a true slave out of a bitch like you.”

Only then did she understand.

This man had no intention of making her a real slave.

He was just satisfied with seeing her suffer.

Beatrice’s face darkened.

“…Now that even that reason has disappeared, your existence is no longer needed. But I can’t let you go.”

Roman’s eyes changed sharply as he looked at Beatrice.

“…If you’re a former princess knight, you’d be a great ornament to show off to the nobles.”

An ornament?

She must have misheard.

But Roman’s appearance standing in front of her with a knife was nothing short of cruel.

She felt the fear that the cold blade would pierce her at any moment.

Roman crumpled the blindfold he had been wearing and stuffed it into Beatrice’s mouth.

To the point where not even the slightest sound could come out.

“After a little pain, you won’t remember anything.”

Even as she tried to scream at the sight of Roman raising his knife, no sound came out because of the things filling her mouth.

In the end, Roman’s knife entered between Beatrice’s shoulder blades, filled with terror.

Thwack.

“…Keuh! Euhgeugeub!! Keueeeuhuhuh!!!”

Pain that could not be described in words.

Her vision turned white, and uncontrollable tears flowed down.

But it didn’t end there. The blade that pierced her shoulder moved ruthlessly and cruelly, and the pain continued to be felt.

The only words that came to Beatrice’s mind were pain and screams.

Along with the sound of flesh tearing, she felt unbearable pain.

Her bone was exposed, and her dangling arm fell to the floor.

Roman, who had stopped the bleeding from the severed area, showed Beatrice her fallen arm and said.

“Now, look. This is the arm that was attached to the bitch until just now. Now you’ll live as an ornament, so you won’t need it.”

She was in a daze.

Watching the actions of the demon Roman, Beatrice, who had lost too much blood, lost consciousness.

Until the moment she fainted, her head was filled with only one thought.

‘…Please…just kill me…’

It was the last words of the woman who had wished for the peace of Laos.

Beatrice, who had been mutilated in all her limbs, began to live a life of having dildos inserted into her body all day long and shedding vaginal fluid as Roman’s ornament.

There were rumors among the soldiers that there was an ornament in the basement that made strange cries, but it was not confirmed information.

Beatrice became so immersed in the pleasure she had so desperately wanted that her body was drenched in it.