11. Gift.

“H…how dare you….”

 

 

She touched her cheek and opened her eyes wide.

 

How dare a lowly commoner strike the cheek of a noble member of the Imperial Family, and a Crown Princess at that. Even dying ten thousand times wouldn’t be enough to atone for it.

 

 

She was about to unleash her anger, but she was dumbfounded by the hideous thing bulging right in front of her nose.

It wasn’t a positive emotion like admiration, but rather because it was so grotesque.

 

 

“Never seen one of these before? Well, with that personality of yours, it’s unlikely you’d have a man… No, you’re a princess, just a word and they’d line up, wouldn’t they?”

 

 

Keuk.

 

 

Aran thrust his glans into her nose.

 

A strong masculine scent assaulted her nose.

It brought her back to her senses and made her realize the current reality.

 

 

She and Aran were the only ones in this room, and even though she was a woman, it was impossible for her, lacking any martial prowess, to get past Aran and escape.

It’s not like screaming her head off would bring the guards running either.

If things continued like this, she would be brutally violated as Aran said, and she would shudder at the memory every time she lay on this bed.

 

 

Faced with that horrifying reality, she froze stiff.

 

Mocking her, Aran moved his hips.

The hideous thing rubbed against her face.

 

 

“Heh heh. What’s wrong? Scared?”

“G-Get that thing away from me!!”

 

 

She reached out as if having a seizure and struck Aran’s thing.

 

“Oops.”

 

It didn’t do much damage, but she dared to try and hit his precious thing.

Aran slapped her cheek again.

 

 

Ssaak – !

 

 

Her face turned sharply and her body collapsed.

The luscious body of a woman was embroidered like a painting on the white bed sheets.

 

 

Whether she had regained her spirit or was enraged, Huana immediately stood up and glared at him.

 

 

“That’s right. That’s how a big sister should be.”

“You piece of trash.”

 

She, who had never cursed even when revealing her true nature, uttered harsh words.

Aran smiled deeply, finding it so exhilarating.

 

 

This feeling is…

Yes,

It’s the feeling he had when he first suppressed Estelle after becoming a prince.

That pleasure of turning the tables and pinning her down after always being raped.

That was about to be revived.

 

 

“Suffer to your heart’s content at the hands of this piece of trash.”

 

He grabbed Huana’s hair and pulled her towards him.

With a short scream, her face came within reach of his thing, and he grabbed her face with both hands and rubbed it all over.

 

 

“Ugh…! Get that…filthy thing away!!”

 

She tried to resist by hitting his thighs with her hands, but it was no use.

 

“Ooh. This feels good too.”

 

Rubbing his thing around her eyes, cheeks, nose, and lips brought a rather unique pleasure.

She might have a strange personality, but she was a beauty if you looked at her calmly, and rubbing her beautiful face with the symbol of manhood was more enjoyable than he thought.

 

 

 

After enjoying it for a few minutes, he caressed her lips, thinking of slowly pulling out.

They were plump and soft, clearly top-quality at first glance.

 

 

“Now, obediently open your mouth.”

“Shut up. Who do you think would listen to the likes of you?”

 

She seemed to have regained her spirit.

He didn’t know what state of mind she was in, but it acted as a great misfortune.

 

Aran, who had a lot of pent-up frustration, put on a sadistic smile.

 

 

“Is that so?”

 

Aran kicked her with the same smiling face.

He had tried to control his strength, but the impact, which was on a different level from that of an ordinary person, sent her flying, and she hit the wall right behind her, temporarily losing her breath.

 

 

“Keuk…keueok….”

 

Huana clutched her stomach and let out a painful groan.

 

But that wasn’t the end of it.

 

Aran used his hands and feet to beat her body, as if repaying all the humiliation and insults he had suffered from her.

Sometimes there was a slapping sound, and sometimes there was a dull, gruesome sound.

 

 

Just a few minutes later, her fair skin was flushed red, and her body was twitching in small spasms.

The only part that was intact was her gaze.

Even after being beaten like that, she still had that look in her eyes.

 

 

Of course,

Aran had nothing to lose at all.

 

 

He was already having trouble finding a place to vent his frustrations because Estelle had given in too easily, so he was only happy to have such an excellent being in front of him.

 

 

He made his thing even stiffer and stepped on her face with his foot.

 

 

“I have enough potions. You know what I mean, right?”

 

It meant he would continue doing this until she obeyed his words.

 

 

“You trash….Do you think you’ll get away with doing this? I’m a Crown Princess!”

“No, you’re a hole. A hole that gets fucked regardless of its own will. At least for now.”

 

Aran took out a potion he carried for emergencies and sprinkled it on her.

The female body, which had been battered and messed up by the indiscriminate beating, slowly recovered.

 

“Now, do you feel like obeying a little?”

 

 

Huana spat at Aran’s feet.

 

 

“You piece of shit. I pity those women. To be caught by such a reckless commoner.”

“….”

 

 

Ppeoeok.

 

Aran’s clenched fist was buried in her abdomen.

Past the soft fat and moderate muscles, her internal organs were directly hit.

 

 

“Ugh…Uweek!”

 

 

Terrible pain and rising nausea.

She couldn’t even breathe properly, but Aran didn’t stop.

 

He repeatedly punched her stomach and then slapped her cheeks.

 

She possessed great mental strength, but the pain was unavoidable, and tears scattered into the air each time she was slapped.

 

 

 

By the time her red face was covered in tears, Aran spread her legs apart.

Her freshly breathing clam was visible through her torn clothes.

 

 

The place nestled in the black thicket was tightly closed, as if proving that it had never been used.

 

“Shall we start enjoying ourselves?”

 

 

Huana tried to resist by moving her legs, but the difference in strength was too great.

 

Without much difficulty, Aran entered between her legs, placed his glans at the entrance, and licked away her tears with his tongue.

 

The tears tasted bad, but he felt a very different kind of pleasure from ordinary sex. He felt like he could become even more vicious with Huana.

 

 

“You brought this on yourself. I tried to hold back.”

 

 

Repeating the words he had said at the beginning, he put strength into his waist.

 

 

“N-No…! It’s filthy! I’ll be defiled!!”

 

 

Taking her screams as a side dish, he advanced his waist, thrusting all the way to the root in one go.

He easily tore through the weak barrier and reached the cervix, feeling the tightly constricted vagina and exhaling a breath filled with pleasure.

 

 

“Keuheuk….”

 

 

She gasped for air in extreme pain.

Tears then streamed down her cheeks.

 

“Is it because it’s forced? It’s incredibly tight. Hoo-eut.”

 

 

Jjeueok!

 

 

As he pulled his thing out, he squeezed her breasts, which were partially exposed, tightly.

Red marks were left in the shape of his palm.

 

 

“Your breasts are soft and nice too. Let’s get along well in the future!”

 

Pook!

 

 

He put his weight on it and slammed it in, after pulling it all the way out to the glans.

Thanks to that, she, who had been shedding tears from the pain of destruction, screamed.

It was purely from pain, far from anything caused by pleasure.

 

 

“Aaaagh!”

“Your screams are so nice to hear. You should have lived a little nicer.”

 

 

He didn’t care and started thrusting wildly, using her breasts as handles.

It was a ruthless and dangerous sex that didn’t consider the woman at all.

 

 

Thanks to that, it was Huana who was dying.

The pain of destruction hadn’t even faded, but she had no way to endure the violent thrusting.

 

 

“Aaaagh!! It hurts!! It hurts, aaaaaagh!!”

 

 

A scream filled with spite.

Tears pouring out.

 

Aran felt good about all of it.

 

 

If the woman he loved was crying like this, he would be sad, but Huana was the opposite.

He felt so good instead.

 

When she cried, he laughed,

When she was in pain, he felt pleasure,

When she fell into despair, he gained hope.

 

 

Such a twisted relationship was created again after Estelle.

 

 

Pook pook pook!

Jjigeok jjigeok

 

 

After thrusting for a while, fluid came out of her vagina, making it easier to thrust.

Of course, it wasn’t because she felt good, but it came out as a protective measure, but it was perfect for teasing her.

 

 

“Heh heh. What’s this? You’re wet? Feeling good?”

“There’s…euk…no way I am!!”

“Don’t make me laugh. Look at it pouring out. Even a street whore wouldn’t do this. You’re feeling it while being forced? You cheap bitch.”

“Shut….”

 

 

Before she could finish her sentence, a flashing impact exploded on her cheek.

Aran had slapped her cheek.

 

 

“Ah, this might be good too. Will you feel it more if I do this?”

“Stop…”

 

Jjaak.

 

 

This time, the impact exploded on the opposite side.

 

 

Instantly, Huana’s tear ducts burst.

A large amount of tears poured out.

 

 

A hot lump of fire was thrusting inside her lower body, one of her breasts was being grabbed as if it would be torn off, and her face was being slapped in a humiliating way.

 

 

Could there be a more miserable situation than this?

Even a commoner wouldn’t be treated like this.

 

 

“What. Are you crying? Why are you crying? Are you feeling that good?”

 

Aran’s face looked distorted.

It was so devilish.

 

She finally realized she had messed with the wrong person.