Ch.446Maria’s Gift (2)

Anastasia was in agony, desperately trying to hold back a mild climax that was threatening to overwhelm her.

Though “agony” wasn’t quite the right word, she was certainly creating an embarrassing moment she’d rather forget.

“If we deploy large armored units, we should be able to crush Communist Germany.”

“Haven’t they developed their own tanks as well?”

Though her mind was already addled by the dildo, she still needed to resolve the German situation.

Struggling to maintain her focus, she listened and responded one word at a time.

“Yes. But our production capacity is overwhelming.”

“I see.”

As time passed, her body increasingly demanded pleasure, making it harder to control her movements.

This was becoming quite problematic. The movement was really quite…

Her body moved on its own, craving pleasure. Remarkable, the instincts of a female.

In any case, she couldn’t hear a word the two men were saying.

“Their tanks are no match for our massive cannons.”

“Indeed. When it’s thick like that, they can’t compete.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

She had accidentally responded while thinking about the dildo inside her.

There used to be a saying that once you put it in a woman, she can’t move. Perhaps other women weren’t like that, and it was just Anastasia, but either way, it was true that when penetrated, her body became immobilized.

Soon after, the climax building in her vagina prevented her from giving proper answers, and she just vaguely responded without understanding the conversation.

Touching her vagina was more important right now.

She didn’t like discussing budgets with these men anyway. Frankly, budget issues were for the military to handle. If she had to solve everything herself, what was the point of being a symbolic emperor?

A Tsar, after all, was now just a symbolic figure who lived off their title like someone who retired early with financial independence.

She wished they would just handle things themselves.

“But the army needs more funding. If we develop more submarines, what happens to tank development?”

“Chief of Staff, think about it. If we secure naval supremacy against those Reds, we can turn the Mediterranean into our lake.”

“The army must fight Germany directly on land.”

Please, she wished they would just go fight somewhere else.

It was increasingly irritating to just sit and watch.

Reluctantly, Anastasia carefully stimulated her clitoris with the tip of her pen through her pants, trying to remain inconspicuous.

A tingling sensation and intense pleasure radiated from her clitoris, where a woman’s pleasure nerves are concentrated.

Waves of pleasure spread throughout her body, starting from her clitoris.

Ah, this wasn’t so bad. Doing it in front of people was… well, she still needed to manage her facial expressions.

‘Hmm, this might not be so bad.’

With her ministers right in front of her, she was playing with herself under the desk.

She wanted to touch herself directly with her hand, but that would make her movements too obvious.

She pressed her sensitive spot firmly and persistently with the tip of her pen.

A foolish female masturbating just for pleasure, in a situation where she could be caught at any moment.

And not just any woman, but a monarch pleasuring herself at risk of discovery—it was absurd.

Meanwhile, Kolchak and Drozdovsky, in the midst of their heated debate, noticed that the Mother Tsar was unusually quiet and glanced over.

But to their relief, they saw the Mother Tsar resting her chin on her hand, watching their debate.

In reality, she was just pretending while busily playing with herself, but to the two men, it appeared that the Mother Tsar was simply showing patience.

Meanwhile, Anastasia gradually felt it building.

‘Coming. Coming. Coming.’

Was this what it felt like to “come”?

If her previous climaxes had been mild, this one was building toward something much more significant.

The dildo throbbed inside her vagina while the pen tip stimulated her clitoris.

Just as she was about to reach her peak!

“We apologize, Your Majesty!”

“We shouldn’t have decided on our own.”

*Whoosh*

With a powerful climax, her pants became soaked.

She was certain the chair was quite wet as well.

In the afterglow of her climax, Anastasia struggled to compose her expression and said:

“It’s fine. So, are we finished here?”

“Yes. The army and navy will coordinate on this matter.”

Actually, it wasn’t bad if they decided things on their own. She preferred it that way.

Anastasia didn’t realize it, but just before the end, Kolchak and Drozdovsky had heard a brief, sensual sigh escape from the Tsar’s lips. Her eyes had also taken on a somewhat sultry look.

But the two men dismissed these thoughts.

After all, the Tsar was the saint of this country and the Emperor of Rome.

The Tsar was simply that beautiful naturally. That’s all there was to it.

As soon as Kolchak and Drozdovsky left, Anastasia sprawled out, spreading her legs wide in a comfortable position.

She stretched out her legs that she had been struggling to keep together.

Even keeping them closed had been a challenge.

With the dildo poking at her flesh, what else could she do? And yet her female body was lewdly craving more pleasure, her vaginal walls savoring the taste of the dildo.

“Haah. Haah. I almost got caught.”

At the end, her body had trembled uncontrollably.

Her pants were completely soaked, and if the window hadn’t been open and the two men had been closer, things might have turned out differently.

Being caught was the least of her concerns now—her body had completely adapted to this dildo.

Of course, with her pants still on, there was no risk of being discovered, but there was still her social position and dignity to consider.

Anyway, now that things had gone this far, she might as well enjoy it properly.

“Wow, it’s like I wet myself.”

That wasn’t entirely incorrect. After all, they said that what comes out when feeling good is similar to urine. If the composition is similar, isn’t it just urine?

To think that as a grown woman, her body would release urine like this. It was a bit…

But perhaps because of that, she was getting even more excited now.

What would her subjects think if they saw this? What would they think of a Tsar who masturbates and squirts during meetings with her ministers?

Just imagining it made her feel inexplicably good.

Since she was already wet, doing it a few more times wouldn’t make any difference.

Now she was just mindlessly twisting her body, continuing to masturbate.

With her legs spread lewdly, she searched for the position of her clitoris in her soaked private area.

She found the spot that felt like a protruding bump.

“Ah! Here.”

She concentrated her attacks on this spot, just as she had bombarded Moscow during the past Civil War.

She continuously tickled and stimulated this area with her pen.

With her other hand, she gently cupped her breast and repeatedly pinched her nipple between her fingers like tweezers.

Her clitoris, already hypersensitive after several climaxes, kept cumming even with light stimulation. Soon, it would burst again.

In Anastasia’s mind, she imagined a massive wave.

A pleasure she had never known or felt as a man became an ocean, a tsunami that led Anastasia’s mind into pleasure and corruption.

She realized the meaning of her body, the meaning of her hole.

“Hok! Ungh! Hnngh!”

Suddenly, strength gathered in her lower abdomen and lower body, and her legs stretched out straight.

At the same time, her private parts felt numb, as if paralyzed.

And in that gap, climax surged through, and water gushed out, soaking her pants completely as if aiming for dehydration.

“Haah, haah. They say delayed sexual desire is dangerous.”

This was a bit… a little too much!

It made no sense that she hadn’t known such pleasure until now.

If she could enjoy this every day, what was so bad about being a woman?

Pregnancy was a choice, not an obligation, and Anastasia herself had to give up having children due to the possible inheritance of hemophilia.

She couldn’t pass on a disease to her child out of a personal desire to have children—though Anastasia never wanted children in the first place.

Anyway, even with a body that carried the risk of pregnancy during intercourse, being able to maintain such pleasure just through masturbation was something to be highly appreciated.

Moreover, none of that mattered right now.

At this moment, Anastasia was extremely grateful to be in Anastasia’s body.

Yes, this was it. What was the point of living if this pleasure didn’t exist?

Men just ejaculate and that’s it, but women are different.

Once you fully realize your own lewdness, your body perfectly grown as a female, the meaning of having a hole, and become honest about pleasure, from that point on, women are inevitably superior to men.

There’s a reason why they call it “home-field advantage.”

A woman’s body is perfect.

Of course, objectively speaking, in terms of physical structure, stamina, and strength, women ultimately can’t match men. Perhaps that’s why men become clear-headed after ejaculating once. After ejaculation, they become wise and can moderate pleasure appropriately.

But a woman’s body isn’t like that.

The pleasure from climax doesn’t easily disappear.

In that sense, it was a perfect body for “completely enjoying pleasure.” Not knowing this pleasure would truly be a waste of life.

Of course, seen from another perspective, it could be considered an inferior body that can’t properly control itself because it feels too much pleasure.

For a brief moment, with her thinking ability temporarily diminished by pleasure, Anastasia understood why women unsatisfied in bed might cheat.

If you need to take a large penis in your vagina and enjoy it fully, but your partner just ejaculates quickly and it’s over?

When a female’s love cools for a male who can’t satisfy her, and she gives her body to a male who can truly make her feel like a female—for a very brief moment, she somewhat understood.

Anastasia’s previous way of thinking, from when she was a man, was crumbling, being rebuilt based on “pleasure.”

Finally, as she barely regained her senses in the afterglow of her climax, Anastasia tore at her hair.

“What the hell was I thinking?”

She truly felt like her moral compass had been shattered.

But, well, it wasn’t entirely wrong.

Men, males, ultimately prefer young women with good vaginas who work hard to please their penises during sex, rather than inferior, wooden females—isn’t that true?

Everyone knows how promiscuous European royal and noble circles are.

In America too, stories of infidelity, illegitimate children, and affairs among Hollywood actors come up frequently. And in modern Korea, aren’t there many such incidents?

It’s pitiful, but it’s also true that falling into sexual pleasure is enjoyable.

Anastasia, who had thoroughly enjoyed female pleasure and was transformed by it, changed her mindset from “cheaters are definitely bad women/men!”

Although she had no intention of getting married, she concluded that rather than wandering outside due to dissatisfaction or living an unsatisfied life, it would be better to live alone and freely enjoy sexual relationships.

Or alternatively, finding the perfect sex partner by trying different men.

Of course, she wouldn’t go that far.

“Ah, how did I come to have such indecent thoughts?”

Even as she said this, she removed her pants and pulled out the dildo that had been inside her vagina.

As she pulled out the dildo that had completely widened her tightly closed hole like a sinkhole, she reached another climax as the head slid down.

“Ahng!♥”

With a strange moan, she removed the dildo, which was covered in white fluid.

Since it was originally black, it looked funny glistening with the white color.

When she touched her vagina slightly, it was still open.

“This will close up again, right?”

They say a truly inexperienced vagina shows just a slight crack and remains tightly closed, but would a vagina like this return to its original shape?

Suddenly, Anastasia sighed.

After thinking for a moment, Anastasia rubbed her face with both hands and felt disgusted with herself.

Do people really change when their environment changes?

Was it because she had a woman’s body that she had become like this?

Yes, this was all because she had taken on a woman’s body, Anastasia’s body.

Combined with the frustrations accumulated from various responsibilities as Tsar, Anastasia had awakened to various sexual preferences, including submitting to subordinates and panting as a leader.

“This damn dildo is the problem.”

She stood the dildo upright on the desk.

She didn’t want the fluids flowing everywhere.