Ch.449The Reversal of Master-Servant Relationship

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The way she licked slowly and softly, as if sucking a cock, was incredibly arousing.

It felt like a male organ I didn’t have below was becoming erect.

No, that’s not right. Actually, something was erect. I was just wearing it temporarily.

My clitoris, covered by skin, had become stiff, making the skin feel tight.

‘Ah, fuck. How did I end up with this body?’

How did I become such a lewd body like this? It’s all because Anastasia was originally lustful. Smoking with her father and having such a lewd body—wasn’t the original Anastasia truly a wanton woman?

Anyway, as I was briefly looking over Maria, it seemed she was trying to use her saliva as lubricant for the anal plug.

“Um, so, should I present my bottom to you?”

“Get completely naked and just show me your bottom. I’ve prepared a bra for you here.”

Pathetically enough, the Empress who had restored Russia and reclaimed the throne of Eastern Rome was presenting her bottom to someone who was essentially just a secretary.

Then, for a very brief moment, a good thought occurred to me.

Was it right to immediately insert an anal plug like this?

Shouldn’t I get used to it myself first, and then insert the plug when I’m ready?

“Wait a moment. Wait. I should practice more first…”

PLOP!!!!

Suddenly, an enormous pressure in my rear hole.

I wanted to scream from the pain I had never experienced before.

My body was trembling from the agony.

This was too painful. Without any preparation, she just shoved it in—how absurd.

To speak plainly, what kind of Tsar would allow this? There should at least be proper preparation, and even though Maria had applied saliva as lubricant, the plug was large, so it couldn’t go in easily.

She could have at least loosened me up with her fingers first.

An intense pressure I had never felt before overwhelmed my body.

Of course, compared to being shot or attacked by a bomb, this was better, but still, this wasn’t right.

As I tried to take deep breaths to get used to it:

“Your Majesty, now please put on these panties.”

Put on panties. Yes. That makes sense.

That’s the next step, and I do need to wear them, but shouldn’t I at least have time to get used to this first?

“No, wait. Just a moment. Give me time to get used to this. If it were something small, maybe, but preparing such a huge object from the start… The pressure is no joke.”

Do you know what it feels like to have something forcibly stuffed into your intestines?

This is too much. I need time to get used to it.

Asking me to do everything at once is unreasonable.

“Ha, do you think I’m doing this as a joke? Isn’t this all for your benefit, Your Majesty?”

“Wait, I understand, but still…”

I need to get used to this first. Even in adult comics, they develop gradually. Reality should be even more so.

Inserting this right away would be too painful, and would I even get properly accustomed to it?

“Who else but me could satisfy this vulgar body of yours?”

SLAP!

“Hik?”

This time, something struck my bottom with a stinging sensation.

Maria had slapped my bottom hard.

Who would have thought Maria would be so forceful? She was acting as if she were Anastasia’s—the Tsar’s—master.

“Look at this. How sloppy are you, dripping wet from your pussy?”

“Even so, my bottom…”

SLAP SLAP

“You’re dripping more every time I hit you, aren’t you? Really. Your Majesty has awakened to such vulgar sexual tastes because of your high position. It’s a woman’s shame.”

“Haek. Haek♥”

Now it didn’t matter anymore.

Even though my bottom was being hit, strangely, the atmosphere was becoming elevated and exciting rather than painful.

This was something I could never have imagined when I was a man.

Clearly it hurt, but why was I getting excited while being hit? The more I was hit—painfully enough that handprints would surely remain—the more excited I became.

Soon, what was inserted in my rear didn’t feel so painful anymore.

“Now, put these on quickly. I don’t want to be doing this either.”

Telling me to wear those panties with a dildo attached—isn’t this truly perverse?

“Hurry up and put them on. Quickly.”

“Ah. Fine. I’ll wear them, so stop hitting my bottom.”

Under continued pressure, I finally had no choice but to put on the panties with the dildo attached.

The bulging dildo that touches right against my pussy is quite large.

It’s more shocking than the one I received as a gift—thicker and with a strangely shaped tip.

Was it designed to pleasurably scrape against the vaginal walls?

I was already so wet that inserting it wasn’t too difficult.

Though it was larger than before, the initial entry was the issue, but this much wasn’t too difficult—SQUELCH

The problem was that Anastasia wasn’t in a normal state right now.

There was a huge anal plug in her rear hole. Naturally, due to female anatomy, the pressure from that anal plug would affect the vagina as well.

The effect this would have was quite obvious.

The dildo penetrated the vaginal walls that had become tighter due to the anal plug’s pressure. The vaginal walls had to accommodate that huge dildo in their constricted state.

Naturally, for Anastasia, whose pussy was already developed, this was maddening.

An orgasm rushed in wildly.

The existence of the anal plug had long been forgotten.

“Wait. Wait. This is crazy. I’ll be in real danger if I don’t take this off♥”

“But you removed the tail well. Let’s go for a walk like this.”

A walk? She wants me to go for a walk in this state?

No, surely not. Even Maria wouldn’t make the Tsar do such a thing. I’m the Tsar, after all. Would Maria really make me do that?

I tried to laugh it off, thinking it couldn’t be true.

“A walk? Like this? It’s dangerous, isn’t it? The Imperial Guard is outside.”

With the Imperial Guard outside, how could she ask me to go out like this?

Of course, it’s night so we’re unlikely to be caught, but isn’t it still dangerous?

“But at night they only guard the outside, so it doesn’t matter. Of course, since there’s just a wall between us, they could easily catch us if they’re not focused. Imagine if they caught us. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

True, that sense of taboo would be incredible.

Just imagining it was making me wet already. The unbearable joy of taboo.

If we were caught, wouldn’t I fall into disgrace in an instant?

“You’re truly a lustful person. Come on, let’s go.”

Anastasia, who had left the Kremlin Palace, was naked except for knee pads and gloves.

And she was walking on all fours, like a dog.

Of course, the Kremlin Palace is well-maintained, and the surrounding lawn is also kept clean, so there’s nothing that could cause injury.

‘Is this right? Is this really right?’

What would the original Anastasia say if she saw herself? Would she call herself lustful?

Or would she apologize for having such a lewd body?

Anastasia’s mind seemed to be becoming increasingly foolish. How could one resist something so arousing? Especially after hearing Maria suggest a “cat walk” and then actually doing it—the Tsar’s authority had completely collapsed.

With the Imperial Guard just beyond a single wall, was this really appropriate?

“Tomorrow’s cleaners will have a really hard time. You’re dripping so much fluid.”

“Nngh, don’t say things like that.”

Do you think I want to be like this? My body keeps getting excited and dripping fluid on its own.

Because we could be caught at any moment.

Even though only Maria is around now since the maids are sleeping, problems could arise if they wake up.

“I’ll have to tell them to clean every place Your Majesty has passed through. It’s truly disheartening for someone who serves Your Majesty.”

Maria sighed deeply as if disappointed.

“That’s not… Hiiit?♥”

“Wow, you’re wetting yourself even in this atmosphere? Your Majesty is truly remarkable. Coming so wildly even without a male organ.”

Yes, this is something I don’t want to admit, but I must.

Whatever is wrong with this body, it’s responding in this atmosphere.

It was truly mortifying.

It’s so frustrating that my body is responding on its own and dripping fluid.

“No, that’s not it. Haauut. Hut.”

But it wasn’t wrong at all. I was actually coming right now.

Truly, on its own, caught up in this atmosphere, my body was dripping fluid wildly.

“But it feels good, doesn’t it? Imagine. What if someone discovers Your Majesty’s presence in this state? You’re good at fantasizing, aren’t you?”

I briefly let my mind wander into fantasy.

Fluid drips from the pussy of a female cat treated as less than human, moving on all fours. What if someone—the Imperial Guard or anyone—caught this sight?

Everyone would look with contempt.

They would feel betrayed to discover that the Tsar they believed in and followed was such a lustful being.

That would be the case. The heroic figure they believed in and followed had such a lustful taste at night, worse than a prostitute.

How much would the Imperial Guard be shocked to know they were protecting a Tsar who did such lustful things?

Of course, they would be angry, and on the other hand, they would get erections seeing the Tsar’s lustful body.

-“Was Your Majesty such a vulgar person?”

-“How disappointing.”

-“But if Mother Tsar desires it, I can serve her with my cock.”

-“To think we’ve been revering such a whore as our mother, how disappointing.”

Thump thump. Ah. Just imagining it makes my womb hot.

With contemptuous gazes, they knock me down, strip off my underwear soaked with pussy juice, and take me right there.

The Imperial Guards, furious at the fact they’re protecting such a woman, fuck the Mother Tsar with a sense of taboo that drives them mad, inserting their cocks into Anastasia’s pussy, anus, and mouth.

They take turns fucking me and ejaculating repeatedly in my pussy, anus, and mouth.

My whole body becomes covered in the Imperial Guards’ semen, and I reach climax amid the scent of night flowers.

As if imagining, my vagina swallows the dildo inside as if it were a real cock.

Fluid flows without interruption.

As if dehydration symptoms don’t matter, I reach a light climax just from the dildo and fantasies.

No, that climax wasn’t a light one that stops.

The climax doesn’t end but continues.

As a man, I couldn’t help but know that smell. Anastasia’s body is immersed in the white fluid of the Imperial Guards who take turns raping her, intoxicated by that smell.

Pshhh Pshuuuut

Unknowingly, I had become a female cat proudly wetting the floor.

“Haa. Haa. No, this is a bit… Hnngh. Haaaaa.”

“It feels really good, doesn’t it?”

“Haek. Hauung. Huuuut. Huk♥”

Don’t talk to me. The climax is flowing so wildly that I can’t even answer properly.

At this rate, sex will become unnecessary. When the body itself reaches climax continuously, would sex even have meaning?

Just being like this felt better than my first sex as a man.

Sex here would feel even better, but Anastasia instinctively felt it.

That rather than specifically having sex, reaching climax mindlessly like this would feel better.

That her body had become strangely twisted, feeling pleasure from being degraded.

And Maria, watching Anastasia like this, became excited herself.

Her panties might have gotten slightly wet too.

Because through her actions, Mother Tsar was being reborn as a lustful being.

Because Mother Tsar was gradually falling into depravity. How joyful this was.

“Ha, you’re like this just from imagination, without even being with a man? You’re truly a female worse than a prostitute.”

Maria’s harsh words make my body heat up more.

What on earth has happened to this body?

How could a body be so lustful? I really don’t understand.

This is absolutely not because I am lustful. It’s just that the original Anastasia is the problem.

I definitely blame it on the original Anastasia.

The fact that this body is like a prostitute is solely because of the original Anastasia.

I try to argue with Maria while insisting on this.

“Ha.Hnnngh. Hngh. P-prostitute is a bit…”

“You’re not answering properly. Ms. Lustful Prostitute wearing the mask of a Tsar?”

SLAP!

At first, I wondered about Maria’s degradation. But sure enough, my body gradually heated up.

Our Anastasia, who had evolved into a body that reaches climax by experiencing the thrill of taboo in front of others, was lightly reaching climax from Maria’s contempt and degradation.

But still, a prostitute? I’m not a prostitute.

No matter what, isn’t it too harsh for a body that was once male to be treated like a prostitute?

“No, I’m not a prostitute.”

So she shook her head vigorously.

“If you’re not a prostitute, why are you dripping fluid just from being hit in this situation? Why don’t you admit it instead of pretending to be Mother Tsar?”