Chapter 45 – (4) the Submission of the Princess Knight [Cutting Attention]
Those who gathered to watch the submission of the female body falling into the abyss were extremely cruel.
Beatrice laid warm eggs, like a laying hen, and although most of the eggs came out, one egg did not come out at all.
This could have been due to Beatrice’s vaginal pressure, or it could have been due to the size of her eggs.
Although the exact facts were unknown, the only thing that was certain was that the sight of a woman crying with one of her eggs stuck in her vagina aroused the sense of sadism in those who saw it.
Only streams of pitiful love dripped down.
After repeatedly applying force for a while, the thickest part of the egg started to pass through Beatrice’s vagina and come out.
Once we passed the largest diameter, the rest fell off without much difficulty.
Only the sound of an egg falling on the floor was heard.
The audience watching Beatrice’s egg-laying show from below exclaimed as they saw Beatrice’s wide-open vagina with her eggs coming out.
“Look, look at that.”
“Wow, it’s really wide open. Would you be able to feel it if it widened that much?”
“You never know. Even if it looks like that, if you actually stab it with your dick, it will tighten up.”
“A hole like that tightens a dick? Don’t be ridiculous. Right now, I think you’d say it’s still loose even if you drive a stake into it.”
Everyone let out mockery mixed with ridicule.
These were extremely humiliating words for Beatrice.
But all she could do now was cry.
Besides, there was one more reason why she couldn’t say anything.
For some time now, whenever she was humiliated by Roman and Lilia, an inexplicable emotion called ‘pleasure’ was slowly forming in Beatrice’s heart.
The pleasure that flowed through her head and soaked her brain gradually increased, and was finally completed when she was subjected to today’s humiliating show.
Now, for Beatrice, shame had become a kind of pleasure.
‘That can’t be possible… This princess knight…!’
Beatrice was in denial at first. Because it was a fact she could never admit.
However, she was gradually feeling her body getting hotter as she laid eggs, exposing all her precious and important parts.
In the end, there was only one final thought that bloomed in her mind.
‘Roman… Submit to him… Become a slave…’
She was a woman who could not help but be the last pride of a nation.
She was a female who had given in to pleasure, her head filled with desire for her pleasure.
Fortunately, the laying show ended with her releasing her last egg.
The audience expressed disappointment at the end of the show, but Roman’s decision was ruthless.
And she was kneeling in front of Lilia, who had dragged her in.
‘It’s cold… But…’
Obviously my body was cold. She had been sweating naked just now, and the sweat had cooled down, so it was a natural result.
However, I felt a little heat deep inside my body, around my uterus.
It was an instinct to crave pleasure.
Roman approached Beatrice.
Roman was secretly smiling as if he was in a good mood.
Beatrice knew from long experience that that was an opportunity.
Beatrice shouted, kneeling down at Roman who was just passing in front of her.
“Roman…”
“What’s going on?”
Roman reacted as if he was annoyed.
Beatrice’s gaze lowered. While avoiding Roman’s gaze, he spoke in a shameful and servile voice.
“… I can’t hold on any longer. Please rape this bitch.”
It was the surrender of Beatrice, or rather the princess knight, who had endured until now.
It seemed like she thought she couldn’t endure this hell any longer.
She seemed to have decided that if she formally surrendered to Roman, she would not be treated the same way as before.
However, because Beatrice had her head down, it seemed like she didn’t see the smile on Roman’s face slowly falling.
“… Are you going to give up?”
“Yes.”
“You, Laos, and all the people?”
“That’s right. Now, I will lay down everything as a princess knight. Please make me your slave. I will prepare myself whenever you want, Roman.”
“… Okay, I understand.”
Only then did Beatrice smile.
It was just a moment when I thought this would be better.
But when she raised her head, she couldn’t understand Roman’s angry face in front of her.
“Why do you look like that…?”
Just as she was about to express her doubts, Beatrice felt a strong shock to the back of her neck and lost consciousness.
***
Inside the dark basement.
In a place where only the chilly wind blew, a woman’s voice was heard crying in pain.
“… Uuuuu!”
Her mouth seemed to be filled with something, and she could only make painful moans.
To be precise, I think it should be seen as a sound of struggling to breathe, as the person is not able to breathe properly.
Even though the sound was strange, there was no doubt that it was the sound of a woman trying to survive.
The woman was none other than Beatrice.
She was very afraid.
When she declared surrender, it felt like she was trapped in a place where she couldn’t see, with her eyes covered, and her mouth filled with an unknown lump.
Her body, which was always tense, made her tremble at the slightest sound.
Flap.
Even the sound of fabric fluttering in the wind made her startle and flinch.
Her whole body was covered in goosebumps and radiating fear.
In her basement, where she was the only one, a different sound was heard.
Jeopuk.
The only functioning ear pricked up to sense her presence.
It was clearly the sound of human footsteps.
As I slowly focused on the sound, it gradually got louder and came closer.
“. Who is there? Please release me!!”
Beatrice screamed as loud as she could even with her mouth closed. The sound of footsteps approaching her caused her blindfold to come off.
The light turned on in her dark basement, and the man she saw before her was a familiar face.
It was Roman.
But he seemed somehow different from the Roman she knew.
“… Roman… Why are you doing this to me?”
Apparently she gave in to Roman. But Roman, who seemed to have hoped for that, actually seemed to be in a very bad mood.
I wondered if it was because of the title, so I tried calling him ‘Master’ as Lilia had said, but all I got in return was violence.
As for Beatrice, she was crying, but she didn’t know why.
“… What I wanted was not submission to your bitch.”
“…?”
What on earth are you talking about? You didn’t want that, so why did you do such a terrible thing to yourself?
It was full of doubts.
“What I wanted was to see you panting, suffering from endless and futile hope. I didn’t really want to make a bitch like you a slave.”
Only then did I understand.
This man had no intention of making himself a real slave.
The fact is that he was satisfied just by seeing him suffer.
Beatrice’s face darkened.
“… Now that even the reason has disappeared, your existence is no longer needed. But that doesn’t mean you can let it go.”
Roman’s eyes turned sharp as he looked at Beatrice.
“… If it were a former princess knight, it would be a great decoration for the nobles.”
Ornaments?
It must have been something I heard wrong.
However, the sight of Roman standing in front of him holding a sword had a cruel look in his eyes.
I felt fear as if the cold blade would dig into me at any moment.
Roman crumpled the eyepatch he had been wearing earlier and stuffed it into Beatrice’s mouth.
It was to the point where not even a word could come out.
“After it hurts for a while, you won’t remember anything.”
Even if I tried to scream at the sight of Roman raising the sword, my voice could not come out because of all the empty space.
In the end, Roman’s sword entered between the shoulder blades of Beatrice, who was filled with fear.
Puuk.
“… Turn it off! Shut up!! Shut it up!!!”
A pain that cannot be explained in words.
The sight before my eyes turned completely white, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
But it didn’t end here. The blade that entered his shoulder moved with such cruelty that it was heartless, and the pain continued to be felt.
The only words that came to Beatrice’s mind were pain and screams.
Along with the sound of flesh being torn apart, I felt maddening pain.
The bones were exposed, and the shaky arm fell to the floor.
Roman Han showed his fallen arm to Beatrice and said,
“Now, look. This is the arm that was on the bitch just now. Now it will live as an ornament, so there will be no need for it.”
I was in a daze.
Watching the actions of the devil named Roman, Beatrice lost so much blood that she lost her mind.
Until the moment she fainted, there was only one thought in her head.
‘… I’d rather… Kill me…’
These were the last words of a woman who hoped for peace in Laos.
With all her limbs cut off, Beatrice lived as Roman’s decoration, sticking a dildo into her body and spilling her love juices all day.
There was a rumor among the soldiers that there was an ornament in the basement that made a strange crying sound, but this information was not confirmed to be true.
Beatrice fell so deeply in love with the pleasure she had longed for.
