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Having her personality eradicated and a new personality of obedience implanted, Diana is now…

…directly violating the woman she used to serve and be loyal to.

Stella had never thought of herself as a pervert.

In fact, she was still not quite at the point of being considered a pervert.

However, the sight of her breathing heavily, with the woman’s clitoris inserted into her vagina, was more than enough to call her a pervert.

“Ah… ahhhh…”

“Eeeeek!! Eeeeek!!”

The moans of the two women rang out simultaneously. It was Stella’s pleasure-mixed voice as she stirred inside the vagina, and Diana’s moans as she twitched and moved, as if pleasuring herself with her own clitoris.

Roman could only wear a very satisfied smile as he watched.

Squish, squish, squish.

Stella’s face contorting as if she were being taken by a man.

When Roman squeezed Diana’s enlarged nipples, Diana opened her mouth and shuddered, feeling a dual pleasure.

“The sensitivity has been developed very well.”

“Eegagagak!!”

Diana let out an unidentifiable pleasure-mixed scream at the sudden squeezing.

White foam began to leak from Stella’s vagina, where Diana’s clitoris was inserted.

“Ahhhheuuuuck…!”‘

Seeing the two women’s distressed faces, Roman shouted.

“Whoever cums last will be donated as teaching material to the magic university. Life there will be fun in its own way.”

Stella’s expression twisted strangely at the word “last.”

‘Last…? Then does that mean I should cum first?’

A word that ended such worries was heard.

“Whoever cums first will be thrown into a brothel. Well, if you go to a brothel in that state, vagrants will gather before long, but either way, isn’t it just a matter of having your vagina fucked?”

“Ahheueuk… no… Master…”

Even as she protested with her mouth, Stella’s back arched like a bow several times, trembling. That was how much Diana’s clit-dick was stimulating her body.

Clear vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing down her inner thighs. A sour smell rose from the puddle of fluid soaking the floor.

It was when Stella’s legs were giving way and she was about to collapse.

Stella’s hands tightly gripped Diana’s enlarged nipples.

“…I absolutely can’t lose to a madman like you…!”

As she twisted the tightly gripped hands at the same time, a bizarre scream was heard from Diana’s mouth.

“Eeegeeoooogagaaaaak!!!!”

At the same time, Diana drooled from her mouth and fell backward. Her clitoris was still stuck inside Stella’s vagina.

Stella pulled Diana’s clitoris out of her vagina as if it were dirty. With a *pop* sound, the limp clitoris was pulled out.

There was no semen, of course, but white foam created by friction was smeared on it.

Roman burst into laughter at the unexpected result.

“Hahahaha! So even the knight who had sworn loyalty can’t yield when faced with being sold to a brothel. How amusing.”

“…That’s not it, Master…”

“No, there’s nothing wrong with it at all. A being who can become endlessly selfish for their own sake. That’s what humans are. I understand that. I was like that too.”

“…”

“First, let’s sell that bitch to the brothel as the result of the bet. Of course, according to the opinion of the former master, ‘Princess Knight Stella’. It’s fortunate, though. She’s already out of her mind, so she won’t resent her master.”

“…That’s not it…that’s not what I meant…!”

As Stella shook her head violently, Roman grabbed Stella’s cheek tightly like a demon and spoke with angry eyes.

“There’s no ‘not it’. Accept it willingly. You too are a human who sold out a comrade, a loved one, out of fear, terror, and selfish desires!”

“Hheuup….”

The hand grabbing her cheek gradually moved to her neck. The sensation of pressing down on her neck and blocking it was starting to constrict her breath.

Stella’s eyes were gradually losing their light from the fear of suffocation. Nevertheless, as if possessed by something, Roman did not let go of his hand at all.

“Cough, cough!”

Stella was thrashing her arms and hitting Roman’s hand. Just before she was about to pass out, Roman seemed to have come to his senses and released the hand that was strangling Stella’s neck.

Seeing her face turn blue from lack of breath, Roman, as if reminded of a bad memory, gasped for breath and went out of the basement.

Roman did not reappear until some time later, when the guards took Diana, who was sprawled on the floor with her eyes rolled back.

“…Can I… escape?”

Roman, who had locked her in the basement, had disappeared, and the guards had left the door open as they dragged Diana away. Moreover, her missing limbs were still intact.

However, she could not move her body rashly.

The fear that had been etched into her body during the training period was now gradually eating away at Stella’s body.

In the end, she sat there motionless until Roman returned several hours later.

***

Roman, who had rushed out with heavy breathing, headed into the dark forest with magic power fully charged in both hands.

As befitting the name of the dark forest, it was a place where darkness had fallen and nothing could be seen.

After digging a small pit, Roman buried his face in it and screamed.

“Aaaaaaagh!”

This feeling of frustration, as if one corner of his chest was burning.

Whenever he thought of that, his body became so tormented.

Even now, he sometimes dreams of that time. It was a memory he didn’t even want to recall.

It was about 10 years ago, when Roman was still the crown prince.

Roman, who had just turned 20, began his successor training relatively late.

He was very passionate at the time. No magical genius surpassing Roman had appeared at the Magic University of Aman.

The unparalleled magical genius in Aman’s history. That was what described Roman.

However, it is said that the role of his father, Lloyd, who was the emperor of Aman at the time, was significant in changing him into what he is now.

***

As always, Roman returned to the imperial palace, and one of his father’s vassals approached Roman and said.

“Your Highness, the Crown Prince, the Emperor is looking for you.”

“Father is? What’s the matter?”

It was the moment he was about to open the door to enter the imperial palace where his father was. Roman had no choice but to stop like ice.

The sight seen through the half-open door. The sight seen there was惨然.

“Lloyd… haa haa… please… don’t… abandon me…”

He could immediately tell who the voice belonged to. It was Roman’s mother. She was clinging to Lloyd, the Emperor of Aman and Roman’s father, sobbing and begging.

“Abandon you? What are you saying? I still love you the most, you know?”

“…Then why are you… with those people…”

“As a great emperor, it is only natural to commend the hard work of his subordinates. So, I’m going to give you, who I love the most, as a reward.”

Roman’s mother, Isabella, was a princess of Quiel, the first land acquired through Aman’s conquest war. Having been dragged to the imperial palace without any choice, she was played with by Lloyd several times under the guise of being Lloyd’s wife.

When Aman was still a small empire, there was no big problem.

It was just something that would be dismissed as a dirty hobby of the emperor of a weak country, or the treatment a woman who lost in a conquest war would receive.

The problem arose as Aman grew larger and larger.

The nobles pressured Lloyd to join forces with the imperial palace, and in the process, Isabella, whose relatives had been completely destroyed, became the target of attack.

Of course, Isabella, who had once been a fun object to play with, was nothing more than an obstacle to Lloyd. However, divorce was impossible. It was because of Lloyd, who had completely ruined Isabella’s hometown.

In the end, Lloyd wanted to abandon Isabella, and when she thought of being abandoned alone in a country she was not at all familiar with, she always begged him not to abandon her.

One thing Lloyd came up with after pondering for a long time was to donate Isabella to a nobleman under his command, and after Isabella died in an accidental accident, to hold a funeral.

It would be recorded in history as ‘Unfortunate Empress died in an accident.’ or ‘Dirty Empress committed suicide after playing with vassals.’

It was an inescapable situation for Isabella.

She was virtually imprisoned alone in the imperial palace, so she lived a life like a parrot in a cage, and she was very afraid of the outside world.

“I’ll do anything. Just please don’t abandon me.”

“You’ll do anything? Then strip naked completely in front of them.”

“…Yes…?”

“Are you answering back as soon as I say you’ll do anything?”

“Ah, no. I’ll take it off right away.”

Isabella hurriedly began to undress. When she took off the empress’s clothes, pure white underwear was revealed.

“Take off your underwear too.”

When she took off even her underwear, a word written on the mounds of her buttocks could be seen.

“Bitch.”

It was the moment when the word “bitch” was engraved in the mind of 20-year-old Roman.