Chapter 28 – Back to the Pit of Lust – 1
The cellar, surrounded on all sides by stone walls, was filled with a chill, and the smell of various medicines stung the nostrils. Due to the hot August weather, Sylvia, who had gone out wearing only a thin blue chemise over her underwear, unknowingly held her breasts with both of her arms. Her body trembled.
Sylvia, who was trembling with anxiety because she couldn’t tell anyone about the purpose of her visit today, felt the chill in the basement all the more cold and shady.
“Here it is, Her Highness the Crown Princess.”
Sylvia immediately turned around when she suddenly heard her voice on the other side. It was an unpleasant voice, like scraping her metal with her planer, but it sounded strangely welcome to her. Sylvia often walked towards the place where her voice was heard. The sound of her high heels echoed through the basement.
After passing between bookshelves piled high with various reagents, herbs, and books, I saw a small table in the corner. A wrinkled face appeared across the table. Sylvia involuntarily flinched at the zombie-like face that had that hooked nose and mean grin, but she soon approached, biting her lip. It was she who came to voice her regret.
This zombie-like old man in front of me, Scarpy, was a very talented wizard. At one time, he also worked as a court mage in the Imperial Palace of the Pent Empire, but he was exiled after several sexual harassment incidents against ladies-in-waiting and ladies. In particular, despite his ugly appearance and impotence, he had an unusually strong sexual desire and craving, and it was rumored that he perverted all kinds of things.
After leaving the imperial palace, Scarfi rented the basement of a small building on the outskirts of the capital and was living there. Humanly speaking, he was the worst pervert, but he had one skill, so there were quite a few nobles and rich people who secretly requested work, and that’s why Sylvia visited Scarpy today.
“Now, sit over there, giggle giggle…”
What’s so interesting about it is that there is a small wooden chair placed where I pointed with my twig-like hand while giggling. There were no decorations, but it was surprisingly clean, so Sylvia sat on the chair without much resistance. Scary laughed at her again as she carefully sat down, turning her hands toward her hips and wrapping herself around the hem of her skirt to keep her chemise from crumpling.
Coming to a place like this, she reassured him that it seemed quite funny to him that a woman who was immodest enough to make such an inappropriate request would pay attention to every detail of her skirt and try to maintain her graceful demeanor. Sylvia, sensitive to her ridicule, blushed at her shame and humiliation, but she could not protest. Because she had the seeds of ruin in her stomach that could destroy both her position as crown princess and the situation that everyone looked up to her as the most beautiful woman in the Fent Empire.
After defeating her Schmidt, Sylvia was able to fully return to her old self. Like the ice queen, she was able to combine her dazzling beauty with her graceful yet unapproachable cold grace, and become the lofty crown princess who sweeps others under her eyes. But her years of lustful pleasure and depravity, which lasted about two months, left an indelible mark on her body.
When menstruation came and nothing happened, Sylvia’s incomparably beautiful face turned pale.
“Couldn’t it be? It won’t be, please… It shouldn’t be like that…”
However, in the meantime, Cesare and Schmidt did not use contraceptives, and the effect of randomly packing semen into the womb without considering the cycle was clear. A month passed without menstruation, then two months, and then she began to vomit. My belly wasn’t full yet, but it was a perfect pregnancy.
Sylvia felt her eyes turn yellow with her despair. She’s pregnant, she doesn’t know who it is, but the moment she gives birth to another man’s baby, not Jonathan, she is Sylvia. The appearance of her baby was also a problem, but more than anything, it was a disaster that she was expected to have a date that was almost 12 months after the Crown Prince left as her due date.
Perhaps from the moment the court doctor confirmed that Sylvia was pregnant and said how many months she was pregnant, suspicious eyes would pour on her from all sides, and all sorts of obscene rumors would circulate around the palace. Never. She couldn’t have suffered like that. Her only solution was a miscarriage, and Sylvia found this mean old man, Scapi, to do this without anyone noticing.
Sylvia tried to get her words out with her face flushed red, but her lips parted and the embarrassing words wouldn’t come out of her mouth. She must have got a good idea of her situation with the letter she secretly sent last time, so she looked at him with eyes wishing that Scarpy would bring up the story first, but Scarpy rather felt a perverted pleasure watching her shy and hesitant. It seemed Still giggling, he just licked Sylvia’s beautiful body wrapped in a thin blue chemise.
“Huhuhu, you are still beautiful, Her Highness the Crown Princess. It is truly amazing that a creature as beautiful as you exists.”
Scarpy’s compliments only horrified her Sylvia. She felt like snakes passing wherever Scarpy’s gaze landed, and his sinister eyes seemed to pierce her own chemise and her undergarments like glass.
Sylvia lowered her head, holding her chest with her arms as she involuntarily drew her legs together. Even her tears welled up from her shame and embarrassment. If I could, I wanted to run out of this place right away. And she wanted to call the guardsmen and break even this damn old man’s leg. But in the end, Sylvia became a pitiful woman who couldn’t even rebel against her man’s blatant harassment. This perverted old man, Scarpy, was now Sylvia’s only savior.
She caught her breath for a while, and then Sylvia, who barely raised her face, spoke sparsely.
“Last time… Bo, I’m sure you received the letter I sent you, right? That, that… I want to ask for it.”
A few days ago, Sylvia sent a letter to Scafi in strict secrecy. It was written on it that she wished to have a miscarriage, and that she would come secretly to Mosei’s cellar on the day of Moyue’s gathering. Scarpy, therefore, having made all her preparations, waited with her insidious delight that she could have this fantastic beauty at her disposal, but she deliberately restrained her pretense.
“That? What is it? Hmm, sorry, I keep blinking because I’m older. Can you elaborate?”
Now, her Sylvia’s face couldn’t be more miserable. She knew that this mean man was deliberately ignorant, but her own weakness was doomed to another crushing defeat. She finally let out the words she most hated to say as her red lips quivered.
“Yu, I want to have a legacy. Please.”
As soon as she finished her words, the transparent dew that formed in Sylvia’s eyes ran down her white cheeks. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed. The current reality of having to confide in her shame to this perverted old man was so miserable that the sadness she had endured had risen.
It was unimaginable even half a year ago that the stately and noble crown princess’ life would become so miserable. How did things turn out like this?
‘Ah, Jonathan, Jonathan, foolish man. If only you hadn’t filled me with a chastity belt…’
It was Sylvia whose tears welled up the more she thought about it. But while looking at her through her eyes like that, Scarpy was feeling her sadistic pleasure.
“Gig gigg kik, wanting to have a miscarriage after having a child after enjoying it to the fullest, this is really, really embarrassing. Life shouldn’t be erased carelessly like that, Her Highness the Crown Princess. No matter how much her husband is away, she immediately drags another man into bed. I haven’t seen her like that, but surprisingly, she engages in promiscuous sex.
Despite her sneering tone and blatant contempt rather than her advice, Sylvia couldn’t resist her and just cried with her head down. Seeing her silver hair shining brightly in the dimly lit basement, Scarpy felt her heart race.
“Well, you can’t help what you’ve already done. If you want, there is a way to have an abortion.”
In an instant, Sylvia jerked her head. Her tear-stained face glowed with anticipation.
“I, really?”
“Of course. However, the cost is very high, and there are some side effects…”
“I’ll give you any amount of money. As for the side effects… What are they?”
Sylvia spoke in a desperate tone as if clinging to it, and Scarpy laughed leisurely.
“First of all, it harms the body. A miscarriage is an operation that harms a woman’s body beyond childbirth. After the procedure, you will probably suffer from high fever and vomiting for about a week, and you will experience loss of appetite and physical strength for more than 15 days. She has also seen weak women struggle for months on end. If you are unlucky, bleeding may occur.”
Sylvia’s cobalt blue eyes wavered for a moment, but she soon nodded her head.
“I am committed to that. I’m pretty healthy, so there shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”
“I’m glad. However, you need to pay special attention to cooking after the procedure. A few caveats I will write separately. And, this is a really serious side effect…”
Sylvia, wiping her stained tears with her handkerchief, took note of Scarpy’s next words as she gulped.
