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The lavishly decorated interior of the imperial palace.

Servants hurried with plates full in both hands. Numerous dishes were placed on the tables in the imperial palace dining hall.

Stella and Roman sat at opposite ends of the table, facing each other.

Diverse and luxurious dishes, befitting the emperor’s authority, continued to arrive.

“Why aren’t you eating? Weren’t you hungry?”

Roman stopped cutting his food and looked at Stella. Her face was flushed, and she was moving her hands with difficulty.

“…”

“It seems the food doesn’t suit your taste. I’ll have the chef who made the food brought here.”

“N, no, please don’t.”

Stella startled and stopped Roman.

She had no choice.

It was as if she were exposing her bare body. All she had on was a very thin bridal undergarment.

Calling the chef in this state would be no different than showing her naked body to another person.

“Why?”

Roman knew the reason but pretended not to, smiling. Stella then stammered, looking troubled.

“C, clothes… something that might be seen by others…”

“Stella, wasn’t that the attire you chose yourself?”

Roman began to use honorifics, making the situation feel even more embarrassing.

How did this happen?

***

Last night, after the intense lovemaking.

Roman scanned Stella’s body as she lay exhausted in bed. She was just lying face down, not fully conscious.

The area around her vulva was dirtied with the semen that had just been inside Roman’s body.

“You need to cleanse yourself. But I cannot treat a woman who has not yet had the ceremony as an empress.”

Treating her as an empress meant that she would entrust her body to the imperial palace maids. A woman designated as empress did not even wash herself; the maids washed her, dressed her, and did everything for her.

However, even though Stella had entered the imperial palace as a prospective empress, she had not yet had the ceremony.

The imperial law forbade treating her as an empress.

“Will you wash yourself?”

Stella was not conscious enough to answer Roman’s question. Of course, she could not wash herself.

Roman lifted Stella’s body and dragged her to the imperial palace bath. Grabbing her hair, he moved her, and she was dragged along as if crawling on all fours.

It felt like walking a dog.

As befitting the emperor’s bathroom, the bathroom contained a hot bath and a water pressure device connected by pipes.

Roman immediately laid Stella on the floor.

Perhaps because the strength in her lower body was completely gone, Stella lay on the floor with her legs slightly apart.

“This place is especially dirty.”

Roman stroked Stella’s vagina and slowly inserted his index finger. The inside was very sticky and slippery with the semen he had deposited.

It seemed that semen had accumulated in every fold of her vagina. It was understandable. He couldn’t remember exactly how many times he had ejaculated, but he remembered that it was a lot.

“Wet and lewd.”

As he slipped another finger in, Stella’s lower abdomen trembled.

“Ah…”

Even though she was not fully conscious, Stella let out a soft moan at the feeling of her vaginal flesh being spread open.

Trickle.

A mixture of semen and vaginal fluid dripped from Stella’s vaginal entrance, running down her inner thighs. As Roman carefully moved his fingers,

Gush.

Semen flowed out as if a blocked dam had burst. The amount he had deposited was so great that it was no exaggeration to say that it filled a small boat. As Roman’s fingers reached deeper, Stella let out a deep moan. She was now conscious and stared at Roman with resentful eyes.

“Now that you’re awake, I’ll start washing you properly.”

As Roman moved his fingers with the force of scraping the vaginal walls, Stella’s body flinched excessively as the remnants of semen stuck to the vaginal walls fell off. She bit her lip tightly, trying to hold back her moans.

After probing for a long time, Roman, having confirmed that most of the semen remnants were gone, smiled faintly and reached for the water pressure device.

“Because I have no intention of creating an heir yet.”

Roman brought the water pressure device, from which water had begun to flow, to Stella’s private area. The strong water pressure washed away and stimulated the area.

“Hng…”

It had been a long time since the semen remnants had been washed away. But Roman continued to spray water. After nearly five minutes had passed, Stella’s complexion gradually changed. Perhaps because of the unexpected pleasure, her tone changed to honorific.

“P, please stop. This is enough…!”

“I don’t want to. I like things very clean, so it’s not enough yet.”

Roman continued to wash her for a long time afterward.

***

Roman approached Stella, who had wiped the water from her body, carrying clothes in both hands.

Even though they had already seen everything, Stella was still reluctant to show her naked body to Roman.

“I should give you the empress’s clothes. Choose whatever you like from these and wear them.”

Stella snatched the clothes from Roman’s hand and hid behind the curtain.

Stella’s eyes widened as she quickly examined the clothes to put them on. No matter how much she looked, there was nothing that could be called clothing among the clothes.

A black leather item that was loosely intertwined, one that couldn’t even properly cover her breasts or vulva, and didn’t seem to function as clothing at all.

One white undergarment, thin enough to see through the skin but at least able to cover her vulva and breasts.

Of course, neither of them seemed capable of functioning as proper clothing. Perhaps Stella’s bewilderment was conveyed to Roman beyond the curtain, as he quietly whispered.

“Do you need help putting on your clothes?”

“I don’t need any help.”

“I see. Tell me if you need help. You haven’t been able to put on your clothes for a while now. By the way, you should bend down to put on the clothes.”

Roman advised, watching the curves of Stella’s body revealed behind the curtain.

Of course, whether he said so or not, the bewildered look in Stella’s eyes did not disappear. She couldn’t even properly look at the two clothes in front of her. After hesitating for a while, Stella quietly poked her head out from behind the curtain and asked.

“Did you perhaps bring the right clothes? There’s only underwear and leather straps…”

“Those are Stella’s clothes. The clothes you’ll wear to the empress’s ceremony. Choose whichever one you want.”

“What is that supposed to mean…”

Stella grabbed the clothes in disgust.

“More than that, it’s taking quite a long time to put on the clothes. If you don’t come out wearing them, I’ll assume you have no intention of wearing them and take them back.”

Stella then began to examine the clothes in her hands.

‘Even just something a little more like clothes…’

But none of them were close to being clothes. Stella trembled with embarrassment.

Her ample buttocks swayed from side to side. Perhaps because of the harsh sunlight outside the window, the curves of her body were visible beyond the curtain.

After a while, Stella emerged from behind the curtain wearing white clothes. Apparently, she had chosen the underwear that could at least cover her vulva and breasts rather than the black leather.

The pure white underwear squeezed Stella’s curvaceous buttocks and voluptuous breasts like a corset. An inappropriate ribbon was attached to the back waist area.

“Although I wear clothes like this, this is an intolerable insult, Roman.”

Perhaps the size of the underwear did not fit Stella, as her large, fatty breasts protruded from the outside of the underwear. The lower garment also squeezed and emphasized her lower abdomen and buttocks, making it look like clothes that even a prostitute in the back alleys would not wear. She approached Roman with eyes full of shame and anger, shaking her breasts, which seemed half a size larger than when she wore regular clothes.

Knowing this, Stella only walked forward, pitifully covering her breasts.

“An insult? What do you mean? Isn’t that the attire Stella, who will become empress, chose herself? Moreover, it is the attire that the empresses of the Aman Empire have always worn.”

“Do you think it makes sense that clothes that don’t even function as clothes are the empress’s attire?”

Stella covered her swaying breasts with one hand and waved the other hand around Roman’s face. Roman only scanned Stella’s body with lewd eyes. Her breasts, squeezed and protruding from the small underwear, and the golden pubic hair faintly revealed beneath the thin lower garment, were all satisfying.

Roman, having admired the radiant naked body, hardened his expression and tightly grabbed Stella’s wrist.

“Stella, a prisoner of Laos, are you now disregarding the traditions of Aman?”

Roman’s demeanor, which had been teasing Stella with lustful eyes until just now, had changed. A voice softly calling out Stella’s situation pressured her.

“Remember that the future of Laos depends on every word you say.”

Roman pushed Stella away. Stella staggered and lowered her head.

“From now on, you are to wear only those clothes.”

Since yesterday, Roman had forbidden Stella from wearing anything other than the underwear he had given her.