episode_0017

Tat’iana trembled her legs and slowly took steps.

Thud Thud Thud Thud

It would be difficult to replicate her previous graceful steps in her current state, but as her muscles slowly awakened, her steps gradually straightened.

Soon, by the time she reached the end of the room, her steps had become completely normal.

Tat’iana exhaled and sank to the floor. Several months of coma had left serious scars on her body.

Where had the steps, praised by the young nobles as being like butterflies, gone, leaving only clumsy steps like a child’s?

It would have been better if only her steps had become strange. After the carriage accident, she had developed severe hand tremors, and her hands shook even now.

To think she had to live her whole life with such a body. Tat’iana sighed and buried her face in her knees.

Clang-

Suddenly the door opened and the maids burst in. They dragged Tat’iana out of the room with rough hands.

“What…. what are you doing…?!”

Tat’iana resisted in her own way, but unable to walk properly, she could not shake off the rough grip of the maids.

Tat’iana was dragged by the maids into a room.

As if not wanting to give Tat’iana time to look around the room, they immediately tied a cloth around her eyes.

Her sight blocked, Tat’iana let out a shriek. Let go! Let go of this! Aaaak-!!!!

Tat’iana knew the meaning of having her eyes covered very well.

Execution.

In the Kingdom of Rus, on the day of execution, the guard would tie a blindfold around the condemned prisoner. It meant they would die in darkness when their breath stopped.

Tat’iana struggled. No- No- I don’t want to die like this-

But no matter how Tat’iana flailed her nails and kicked, the maids merely carried out their duty silently.

She felt the sensation of a corset and a voluminous dress. And the rustling sensation of cloth being placed on her head.

‘What… what on earth is this?’

With her sight blocked, she couldn’t possibly guess. It was certainly the custom to dress condemned criminals in rags before execution.

But a voluminous dress for a prisoner about to be executed? Was there perhaps some other hidden agenda?

After a few minutes of continued confusion, the maids dragged Tat’iana and headed somewhere else.

Clip clop-

The sound of the high heels Tat’iana wore echoed off the floor. Soon the maids stopped briefly, and the sound of a heavy door opening was heard.

Screech-

As the door closed again, the maids began to untie Tat’iana’s blindfold. Of course, still holding her firmly in place.

Rustle rustle

Tat’iana blinked. Because she had worn such a thick blindfold, her sight was momentarily dim when she saw the light again, but it didn’t take long to recover.

She was standing in a corridor. The long chairs on both sides were empty, and only a few men were visible in the front.

The maids led Tat’iana forward. Tat’iana forced her unwilling legs apart and painstakingly took steps.

As she got closer, the men in front were all familiar faces.

Her father, Count Bolony. Mikhail Laskaban, Anastasia’s slave. And even the High Priest.

Her father was sitting in a chair, deep in thought about something, and the High Priest was standing before the platform, leafing through a Bible.

The strangest thing was Mikhail; he was wearing formal attire that a groom would wear at a wedding.

Wait, formal attire? Tat’iana lowered her head and looked at the dress she was wearing.

Her dress was a spotless white dress. A spotless white dress, like a wedding dress.

Tat’iana’s thoughts momentarily stopped. Why am I wearing a wedding dress? Why? And why is Mikhail wearing the formal attire a groom would wear?

To Tat’iana, Mikhail was her rival in love. Just a foolish guy who only snapped at her without even realizing his own feelings. That was her evaluation.

Tat’iana and Mikhail were rivals, having fought over Anastasia, but they were definitely not a couple who would stand before the High Priest wearing wedding attire.

What on earth is going on?

While Tat’iana was confused, the maid quickly stood her next to Mikhail. Then the High Priest’s resonant voice filled the corridor.

“The marriage of Mikhail Laskaban and Tat’iana Bolony…..”

What is this sound? Tat’iana’s mind instantly went blank. Marriage? Me? With Mikhail Laskaban?

Revulsion surged up from deep within her.

“That’s no…. Ugh ugh!”

But just before Tat’iana could scream, a maid shoved a cloth into her mouth to silence her.

Tat’iana tried somehow to break the tie, but the tightly woven cloth did not break easily.

It was truly a bizarre sight. Although it was a royal wedding of a country’s king, the guest seats were empty, and the High Priest turned his head, trying to avert his gaze from this scene.

The bride was gagged and held by the maid’s hand, and the groom gave not a single bit of interest to the bride.

As if he just wanted this wedding to end quickly, he just kept staring at the High Priest.

As if he couldn’t bear to see this state any longer, the High Priest performed a simplified wedding ceremony.

So that chaotic wedding ended in 10 minutes. This chaotic wedding with no exchange of rings, no congratulatory song, and no guests.

Tat’iana was dragged out of the corridor without saying a single word. The sight of her struggling, even taking off her shoes, looked pitiful.

The High Priest, with a stern face, gave a small nod and immediately left the room. Mikhail approached Count Bolony.

“Congratulations on becoming the king’s father-in-law, Count.”

“I am merely overcome with the royal grace, Your Highness… May I leave now?”

“You may.”

The Count somehow guided his trembling legs and left the corridor. This is crazy. This is crazy.

Even a barbarian’s abduction marriage would be more civilized. What kind of wedding is this?

‘I have to leave immediately… immediately…’

The condition Mikhail presented was to leave the capital and disappear. Although there was about a month left of the grace period Mikhail gave, the Count intended to leave the capital immediately.

He didn’t want to associate with such a lunatic. If he just stayed hidden and quiet, Mikhail wouldn’t bother him.

‘Lunatic…’

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The bed was soft and fluffy. Although she couldn’t feel the sensation, it must be very soft since it was wrapping her body like being held in her wet nurse’s arms.

Suddenly my body lifted into the air. There was a firm rod beneath my waist and knees.

Someone is moving me. Mikhail? The arms are too thick for that.

I wish they would drop me off a cliff on the way. Then it seems like it would end without regrets.

I curled my body. Then, the rod wrapped around my body a little more. Seeing as the rod didn’t go inside my skin, it’s not Mikhail.

Then suddenly something soft and fluffy wrapped around my body. Back in bed? Well, he must be planning to have sex.

At this point, it wasn’t even surprising anymore. That’s just how Mikhail is, isn’t it? A bastard whose brain is taken over by his dick.

But something was strange. Even if I tried not to be conscious of it during sex, the sensation was unavoidable.

For example, the sensation of something warm and damp thrusting inside me, or the ticklish sensation on my nipples.

But this time, I didn’t feel anything at all. Only the sensation of the soft and fluffy bed was felt.

The usual me would have just closed my eyes and stayed still. I had learned brutally over the past few months that awakening my senses brought absolutely nothing good.

But perhaps it was because I was so bored? Or perhaps because of the child with the terrible blood growing inside me?

I made a different decision. To try and awaken my senses for a moment.

I shouldn’t have. I should have just ignored it.

When I awakened my senses, the first thing I heard was vulgar sounds of copulation.

Mostly a woman’s screams were heard, but occasionally sounds emitted by a man were also heard.

But something about the woman’s voice was familiar. Surely… surely… I’ve heard it somewhere before…

It sounds a bit like Tat’iana’s voice… Ah. Could it be… Could it be…?

I raised my head. Then I saw a man and a woman wildly coupling on the bed in front of me.

It looked less like sex and more like the woman was being unilaterally raped by the man.

Red hair was disheveled on the bed. Red hair like a rose, like Tat’iana’s hair…

The woman’s face was completely stained with pain and she was screaming. No no. Please stop. No. No-!!!!

And that woman’s face was a face I knew very well.

How could I ever forget you? Tat’iana. My red and beautiful love, like a rose.

Tat’iana was screaming. Pinned beneath Mikhail. Mikhail’s dick was inside Tat’iana’s pussy.

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

My mind stopped. It was an unreal situation. Why is Tat’iana here? Why is she pinned beneath Mikhail?

Strange. It makes no sense. This isn’t right. This can’t be real. This is a hallucination. A hallucination. A hallucination…

“Asha, you’re finally awake?”

Mikhail smiled and lifted Tat’iana. As he did, it became a standing position, and Mikhail’s dick could be seen moving in and out of Tat’iana’s pussy.

No words came out. Something inside my heart kept spewing out some emotion, but no words to express it came to my mind.

This can’t be real. It can’t be real. This is a terrible nightmare. It must be a terrible nightmare…

So what? Do you think anything will change?

Snap out of it, you idiot. This is a hallucination? Do you think you could have seen Tat’iana’s face so messed up like this? Could your meager imagination realize this?

Look carefully. This is fucked-up reality. No matter how much you deny it, do you think this reality will change?

You are just a discarded princess hated by everyone. Everything you planned failed, and you and your lover are being screwed nicely by your enemy.

Heh! You have a baby in your belly too. A terrible demon child that might tear your belly to shreds someday.

So snap out of it, you idiot. Open your eyes wide and face reality.

Did you think you could ignore it for a thousand years?

“Ah…. Aah… Aaaaaaaah-!!!!!!!”

A beast’s cry came from my mouth. Surely there were countless words to express my emotions, but only a beast’s cry burst from my mouth.

I moved my hands. But I couldn’t move. My hands were bound by handcuffs and fixed to the bed.

I moved my feet. I couldn’t move these either. My feet were also tied and fixed to the bed.

Like a beast trapped in an iron cage, I could only scream.

Something inside me began to shatter and fall apart. The broken pieces were thoroughly trampled so not even fragments remained.

Hahahaha.

Laughter kept coming out. And yet tears kept flowing.

I’ll give up. Pride, reason, whatever. Is there any reason to stubbornly hold onto them?

So just give up everything. Give up and become comfortable.

“Hahahaha……”

I let go of pride. I let go of tenacity. I let go of hatred. I let go of love.

Then my mind became clearly lucid. See? It gets easier if you just abandon everything? Why hold on and make things complicated?

I entrusted my body to instinct. Then my body faithfully began to secrete pleasure fluid, just as it had been trained.

Like a bitch excited by watching others copulate. My pussy faithfully began to get wet.

“Hehehe…”

Silly laughter flowed out. My pussy is tickling….. so ticklishhh♡

I began to rub my pussy against the bed. Nghh… I want to use my hands… I want to mess around inside…

“Huuuh… Nngh… Huuuuuh…♡”

Rub rub

A wet stain was left on the white bed. This feels good toooo…..