The Princess Is Trained as a Slave. 67

Chapter 67 – (Side Story) Paying Irina’s Ransom (8) [Illustration]

There were only two choices given to Irina.

The first thing was to throw everything and run away.

Running away meant that Irina became a fugitive and gave up her revenge on Stella forever.

Of course, it was unacceptable.

The second was to risk her shame and follow Reinhardt’s orders.

The shame is only for a moment, but Stella’s revenge can be achieved later.

She didn’t know that maybe she could find happiness too.

Even if you don’t know her face, isn’t she a countess from the powerful empire of Aman?

With the power of being a count, he was able to make at least one person happy.

Even if she thought about it lightly, there was no reason to choose the former.

Irina spoke as if brainwashing herself.

‘I just need to overcome my current shame. You’ve done even more so far…’

Of course, the fact that she had done more was no consolation.

But she was courageous.

She took a deep breath, picked up her trumpet, and cheers were heard from all around.

“Show me a great performance!”

“Irina! Irina! Irina!”

They weren’t really expecting a great performance.

Perhaps what was expected was how obscene it would be.

It was clear that the more vulgar one’s appearance was, the more enjoyable it would be for those gathered as an audience.

But they are shaking their hands over their future.

Perhaps, considering Irina’s future, it was right to let them do whatever they wanted.

In the end, Irina had only one choice.

“From now on, I will show you how to play the trumpet. Please enjoy it…”

With the lower muzzle of her horn, drenched in cold lubricant, pointed downward, she began to slowly push it into her ass.

Since the end of the pen was made like a dildo, it wasn’t too much of a burden to insert it.

But the moment I plugged it in, I heard a sound that put Irina to shame.

Whoop.

The sound of the wind and trumpet sound heard while pushing it into her ass showed how huge it was.

The louder the voice, the greater the shame Irina felt.

.

In other words, the louder the sound, the more satisfied the audience is.

Of course, laughter erupted from the process of putting on the trumpet.

“Puhup, I really didn’t want to laugh at this, but it made me laugh.”

“I understand. Would it be that easy to endure watching a woman of that caliber stick a bugle up her ass?”

“Is that all? You must have heard the sound that exploded the moment you plugged it in. Of course, it’s strange that you don’t laugh.”

“It may seem a little harsh, but it was my own choice, so what can I do?”

Of course, she added something that she could never refuse.

But her choice was Irina’s.

All Irina could do now was blow her horn with her ass and sob with her face contorted in shame.

“… I will start playing.”

But blowing the trumpet with your butt couldn’t have been that easy.

There was nothing to practice, and I had no intention of doing it.

Besides, Irina had never even held her trumpet.

Of course, no matter how hard she stretched her buttocks, only a harsh sound was heard.

“Huuuuuk~♬.”

Every time I applied force, all I could hear was the sound of the wind falling, and of course the audience’s reaction became cold.

“It’s true that it’s fun to see things like this, but it’s not even fun to listen to.”

“That’s right. What I expected was for Miss Irina to play properly.”

“I don’t know if I can get married if things go this way. I have a strong desire to oppose it.”

Although the words were intended to provoke Irina, her heart became more urgent.

It was so hard to watch her marriage fall apart after seeing this happen.

“… W, I will try my best to play. Please wait a moment.”

Irina said as she continued to shake her fleshy buttocks.

Her hips were lapping like waves, and streams of water were dripping from her cunt, which was stimulated by the insertion of her horn.

At that moment, Irina was shaking her body, sweat pouring down like a waterfall.

Water began to pour down her thighs and her face quickly turned red.

“Ugh.”

“Pubu ♬~ Pububububuk♬.”

The sound of the trumpet filling the quiet space, maybe it was not a trumpet but a different sound.

But that didn’t matter.

It was important that this sound focused all the audience.

Hehe, are you sure you farted to make a trumpet sound?”

“I guess so? I never thought you would think like that. Did you really want to get married that much?”

“At that age, wouldn’t you want a safe home? That’s probably what Irina is doing, too.”

“No matter what, you really should blow the trumpet like that. Although it is vulgar, it is an effort, so I will vote in favor.”

“I also agree. Even if it’s obscene, shouldn’t we keep our promises?”

“I’m just happy to see that expression. Look at the face contorted to blow the trumpet with your butt. It’s definitely not an expression you would make under normal circumstances.”

“He is like that too.”

It no longer mattered how Irina blew the trumpet.

The only thing that matters is that it has now become a laughing stock in this space.

It was important that even the last bit of pride he had as a knight, which he had been so proud of, was completely dropped.

“After putting in so much effort, wouldn’t it be okay to pursue marriage now?”

“Oh, of course.”

Her audience looked at Irina with a wry smile as she bent down with her trumpet stuck to her hip.

It seemed like Irina still couldn’t get over the terrible actions she had committed.

***

Irina, who had finally come to her senses, looked at her Reinhardt with an anxious expression.

“Wasn’t this the end for you?”

“Of course it’s over. You’ll be getting married soon. The earl who will be your groom is on his way now.”

“They’re coming now?”

“I guess you had no idea that you would get her permission to marry you today. To be honest, I thought so too. She thought it would take a day for you to blow her trumpet.”

“…”

“Honestly, I was surprised, so please understand. Instead, I promise you that I will allow you to enjoy a happy honeymoon life as soon as the wedding is over.”

“There is no need for a honeymoon.”

“Isn’t that what you think? The groom might think differently. Still, he married a very beautiful woman, wouldn’t he want to have a great first day with her?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, the only thing you have is your body? You should at least use it well, won’t your husband help you?”

It was a blatant insult, but Irina couldn’t even think of a word to protest.

There was nothing wrong with that statement.

“First of all, until the groom arrives, shouldn’t you do what you have to do?”

“Is this something that needs to be done?”

Irina’s face was full of doubts.

She received permission to get married, and nothing else happened.

But Reinhardt smiled bitterly again.

“What could be the matter? Shouldn’t we be of service to thank the audience for allowing us to get married?”

Irina’s face was distorted.

“B, but don’t they have maids?”

“Isn’t it true that maids just provide simple sexual services? But you are different, you are a slave and shouldn’t you accept worse actions than that?”

I had no idea what could be worse than sexual harassment.

It would have been better to ask Reinhardt first to find out for sure.

“Okay. What do you want?”

“You’re pretty fast now. I like your actions. Then I’ll give you an order.”

‘This is the last time. If this really ends…’

“Go around and listen to what each person wants.”

“I understand.”

Irina gritted her teeth and walked up to the nobles.

“Is there anything you want?”

“Please give me a blowjob.”

It was a relatively simple request. Irina immediately succeeded in extracting the nobleman’s semen.

The only request she made was to simply use her body to make him ejaculate.

But the arrogant nobleman who sat next was different.

It was clear that she was probably the second most powerful person in this position after Reinhardt.

“I need to pee right now. I think I should get out of here, but it’s bothering me to move, isn’t it?”

He definitely looked fat to the point of being dull.

“… I wonder if there’s something you want.”

“It’s simple, just be my toilet for a while.”

“Oh, I understand…”

Irina closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth as she knelt in front of her nobleman.

It was as if her mouth was acting as a urinal.

Shoot aaaaa.

A stream of her urine began to flow, hitting Irina’s uvula.

Of course, her breathing was momentarily suffocating, but Irina, who held it in, made a gulping sound and began to swallow her urine.

As her nobleman shook off her belongings with a refreshing feeling of excretion, a stream of urine that had not yet come out sprayed down on Irina’s face.