Volume 4 Chapter 19 Gradual Collapse＊
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
She gasped, choking slightly.
Her lungs refused to fill. She was locked in place, her limbs unresponsive as strong arms restrained her from behind. She struggled with her feet, but her arms couldn't find leverage—she was held too tightly at the neck.
"Don't struggle," came a voice, low and near her ear.
As soon as she tried to break free, he let go. Air rushed back to her lips. She covered her mouth with one hand, breathing heavily, then instinctively pushed him away.
He had kissed her. Not on a wedding day. Not in affection or ceremony. Just like that—without warning. Her heart raced, her face flushed with confusion and heat.
"What the—how could you be so innocent?" Klock said with a short laugh. "Heh, it's been about ten years for me. Cut me some slack."
His assumption that she was experienced struck her sharply. Of course—he believed she was Federina. Not Hermine. He didn't doubt her for a second.
She had to stay in character. She had to be the woman he expected. The experienced one. The confident one. If she faltered, if she showed the slightest sign of who she truly was, the deception would fail. The kiss alone had been enough to shake her—she couldn't afford more mistakes.
"I… I'm sorry. It's just that… why…?" Her voice wavered. She wanted to question him, but nothing coherent came out. Her body refused to respond to her mind's demands, flooded with shock.
"Why?" he repeated, stepping closer. "Because. Come here."
Before she could react, the space between them disappeared again. He leaned in. Her lips were taken once more—this time rougher, deeper. She tensed. Her body froze, and she shut her eyes, trying to detach herself from the moment.
She tilted back involuntarily, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation. Something unfamiliar brushed past her lips—an intrusion, intimate and invasive. He pressed forward without hesitation.
There was movement. The sensation of being held, of proximity that was too much, too soon. Her efforts to resist amounted to little. Her strength faltered. She remained still, not by choice but by confusion and disbelief.
When he finally pulled back, her lungs burned. She inhaled sharply, struggling to steady herself. Her entire body radiated heat, as if she had stepped from a steaming bath. Her head spun.
She propped herself on her elbows and tried to retreat, but he followed, looming over her. His weight pinned her down. Her muscles, still shaking, failed to lift her.
She barely noticed the change until it had already happened: fabric loosened, her outer robe cast aside. Her blouse hung from her arms, clearly pulled during their earlier contact.
A rough touch brushed across her chest. She gasped in alarm, hands shooting up to block him. Her motion flipped her fully onto her back. But it was too late—his hands moved with purpose, ignoring her resistance.
Here she was—the imperial princess of Dessel Elm, pinned beneath a man of no rank, no title. A thief. And yet her voice refused to rise. Her lips were once again silenced by another kiss, one too strong to break.
"Stop it…" she tried to say, but her words were caught as his mouth moved to prevent them.
Her thoughts scattered, disrupted by contact she hadn't invited, hadn't braced for. Her mind rejected the sensations, but her body didn't respond fast enough.
She crossed her arms to defend herself, managing to shield her front. She gave a sharp push, desperate for space, for distance. But the thief, undeterred, pressed forward.
Then—suddenly—something changed.
A sharp, internal reaction spread through her frame. She stiffened. His hand had moved lower, where no one was meant to touch.
She clamped her thighs together. No. This couldn't continue.
"Wait… just…" Her voice trembled, lacking force.
She turned her face away, struggling beneath him, forgetting even the humiliation of proximity. Every movement she made seemed to invite further contact—his hand on her chest again, this time beneath the fabric. His palm met skin.
Her blouse offered no barrier now. Every movement added confusion. Her strength returned only in bursts, only enough to shield and not enough to escape.
She turned her face, barely catching a breath. For a moment, the pressure on her lips lifted. She thought he might stop.
But instead, his mouth found her neck, just below the ear, and an odd sensation rose. Not pain. Not quite fear. Something confusing, something that made her breathing turn uneven again.
She writhed, torn between instinct and will.
Then, just as quickly, his hand withdrew. Relief. She dared to hope.
But her thigh brushed against the cold wooden floor. She realized the fabric that had been there before was now gone. Her protection was being stripped away—slowly, deliberately.
Her blouse was pushed higher, all the way to her chest. She gasped in protest.
"No… my body is mine…" she whispered, voice filled with quiet desperation.
That was the truth. The lower body hadn't been altered. That part was still hers—Hermine's. The illusion only extended so far.
Great Mages could transform entirely, but it was inefficient. Magic cost energy. Most chose to alter only what was necessary—faces, hands, height. Not the full body.
Which meant that what he saw, what he touched—it wasn't Federina.
It was her.
"No…" she said again.
Her skin, so carefully shielded throughout her life, was now bare. He pressed forward, heedless. At that moment, her body reacted with a jolt, uncontrollable and involuntary. A sudden surge, like shock, left her breathless.
Her instinct was to grasp something, anything, to hold herself together.
"Stop it…" she begged, tears beginning to well at the corners of her eyes.
This wasn't strength. This wasn't the face she showed to the world. This was weakness—hers, raw and unfiltered.
And yet, even as her tears fell, he did not stop.
"It's not about stopping," he muttered quietly. "You won't grow if you're always shielded."
He leaned down once more, ignoring the soft, hesitant protests.
"What…?" she barely managed to whisper.
"Because you won't make any real progress unless someone pushes you," he explained firmly. "I have to create an opportunity for you, since you're too hesitant to take it yourself."
She struggled to grasp his words. Her mind was swirling with confusion, her judgment clouded by trembling and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. The sensations coursing through her left little room for clear thought.
"What do you mean…?" she asked weakly, her voice trembling.
A subtle but firm pressure traced through her clothing.
Her scattered thoughts struggled to follow as his fingers moved with practiced precision over her most sensitive area. Her body reacted involuntarily, hips shifting despite her efforts to stay still.
She was trapped, unable to resist; she was being manipulated in a way that felt unfair and impossible to counter.
Why was this happening? Why couldn't she escape?
Each attempt she made to pull away only drew them closer. Despite her repeated efforts to resist and flee, the situation advanced relentlessly. Before long, her clothing was being removed. It was as if she had walked into a trap with no way out.
Through the haze clouding her mind, one realization emerged: this man was experienced, skilled enough to anticipate and guide her resistance.
She was in danger. She had to get away.
Summoning every ounce of strength, she twisted her body desperately. To her surprise, he shifted slightly, giving her just enough space to move. She scrambled to her knees and tried to flee.
On hands and knees, gasping for breath, she forced her weakened limbs to carry her away. But then she found herself facing a stack of—
"Mmmph!"
Gray, rough bedding.
That was the last thing she registered before he pushed her face-first into the blankets.
Her light frame was easily restrained by a single firm hand. As his other hand reached for her exposed lower back, the final barrier—her undergarment—was on the verge of being violated.
"Oh? Are you really this eager?" he taunted.
As he tugged roughly, a chill from the cold air brushed against her bare skin.
Her back was exposed, and a man had seen it.
"No! Please, don't look!" she pleaded, instinctively trying to cover herself.
She reached back, attempting to shield her most vulnerable area. But he pressed his weight down, forcing her entire body into the futon.
The pressure was heavy and relentless. Her head and body were pinned, her ability to resist stripped away. She felt his hand slip gently between her legs.
"If you're this ready, I suppose foreplay isn't necessary," he remarked coldly.
Those words struck her like a final blow.
She was about to be violated, despite her desperate efforts to prevent it.
There was no longer any chance to avoid what was coming—
Transform? Defeat him?
Suddenly, the determination of a fighter surged within her.
If she summoned magic to strike him, she could break free.
She didn't want to jeopardize her relationship with Federina, but it was clear where her priorities lay: her duty as a princess was paramount.
Her thoughts cleared in an instant. No matter how frightening the opponent, she was fearless as a member of the hero party.
She resolved to fight. There was no other choice.
This was a wooden house; she imagined a spell that would resolve the situation without harm to others, targeting only him—
"How does it feel, Federina? Being forced by a man?" he sneered.
Suddenly, a sharp sting like a slap echoed through her mind.
"Forced by a man… and you like it," the words pressed upon her like a dark accusation, almost beyond comprehension.
"That's right, isn't it? You'd never admit it yourself because it's embarrassing, but you enjoy it when a man takes the lead. It lets you maintain your pride while pretending you're unwilling."
Her body stiffened at his words.
She was stunned. Who was he talking about?
Federina? Or—
"You've always been like this. Sneaking into people's beds, pretending you're lonely, wrapping your legs around them, playing helpless, just waiting to be claimed. When someone takes charge, you obey, even if you look troubled."
His fingers moved further, intruding beneath her clothes.
A shiver ran down her spine—an unfamiliar sensation.
She realized, with growing horror, that he had crossed a boundary. Her mind reacted sharply to the invasion.
"I always thought a man like this would suit you, given how passive and shy you are about intimacy. But you still don't have a boyfriend, do you? Then I shouldn't have let you go. You probably agree meekly to any demands from above. I can only imagine the burden they pile on you."
The room echoed with wet, squelching sounds.
Federina understood far too well what was happening inside her body, and a deep shame settled over her. She had never experienced such a sensation before and desperately wished the noises would cease.
"…Listen carefully, Federina. You're about to be with a man—whether you want it or not. A crude man will force himself on you. You'll try to refuse, but he won't listen. This isn't what you wanted. Later, you can say it wasn't your fault, that it was all his fault. So…"
He suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered.
The fingers that had been roughly touching her withdrew, replaced by something much larger pressed against her.
"You can allow yourself to accept it if you want."
Without warning, he pushed inside her firmly.
The sensation was overwhelming, as if her very mind were aflame. The heat was intense and unrelenting. It felt as though a red-hot rod was being pushed into her.
Reflexively, she uttered the name Clary.
She knew it was physically impossible for something so thick to enter her. Even if Mina—the Beastkin girl—could manage it, that was due to her species' sturdier constitution.
A Human's body was far more delicate. It was easy to imagine the consequences if she were forcibly violated.
"Whoa, there's quite a bit of blood. Are you alright?" the man who had pinned her down asked, his voice disturbingly calm.
What a hypocrite. It was obvious her hymen had been broken, and bleeding was inevitable—virgin or not. The idea that all Humans were the same just because he preferred cat Beastkins was absurd.
She thought this silently, but he held his position as if in response.
She caught her breath, realizing the man's movements should be the thrusting now.
Perhaps the blood made him pause. Was he considerate enough to stop after forcing himself on her? Such selfishness.
…I've been violated.
I, the princess, have lost my innocence…
The reality struck her mind, clouding her thoughts.
A princess being violated was hardly unusual. History was filled with stories of princesses subjected to such fates. A princess was often the greatest temptation a man could desire, something Hermine had long understood.
In every era, princesses from fallen kingdoms were given to conquerors as spoils or forced into servitude. Their virtue rarely remained intact. When kingdoms fell, treasures and princesses were the prized possessions.
If the Empire were to collapse, she could easily imagine the horrors that would follow. Without her rank and magic, kidnappers—not monsters—would be her greatest threat when venturing outside the palace.
"You've fallen silent. How does it feel, being with a man for the first time in ten years?" the man asked.
No—it wasn't ten years; it was the first time ever. She thought this, but could not say it aloud. She was entirely Federina now. This wasn't about losing virginity; it had simply been ten years since she last experienced intimacy.
"Please… be gentle," she managed to whisper.
That was all she could say.
She had already lost everything, her first experience taken without comprehension. Resistance had been useless. Now that it had come to this, she hoped at least their connection would be preserved.
"Relax your body," he said in a gentler tone.
His hands moved again, resting on her lower back and beginning a slow motion. The part of him inside her was pulled out gently, then pressed back in with renewed force.
She gasped softly.
What… is this…?
It was different from anything she had imagined.
The very idea of allowing something inside her was frightening. She never thought it could be anything but terrifying.
Once, she had gathered courage to ask Anna about it, relying on memories from her previous life. Anna had told her she and her partner did this frequently. They found it fulfilling and would do it daily if they lived together. Federina had expected pain, but Anna's dreamy description had stayed with her.
"It feels good. Very comfortable," the man said quietly.
His hands held her gently but firmly as his movements slowed to a rhythm. A strong warmth rose from within her, causing her muscles to tense and her breathing to deepen. She could feel the weight of his body pressing against hers.
What should I do?
It… feels different… but not unpleasant…
The sharp heat she had felt earlier was gone. Whatever discomfort had existed was over quickly.
Instead, a sensation spread through her—a feeling of ease and calm she didn't fully understand.
Her breath caught as he moved inside her with steady motions. She found herself making sounds she hadn't expected—sounds unlike anything she would normally make. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Did he think she was strange?
He responded calmly.
"That's right. You can let yourself express how you feel."
There was no anger, only a quiet insistence. If Hermine, who cared about appearances, were here, she might be upset. But he did not seem to mind at all. He must be accustomed to this.
The rhythm quickened, and she felt herself pressed firmly. The sensation spread quickly throughout her body.
I hope he doesn't move so harshly, she thought.
This might be his first time with his former partner in years, but she wasn't the same person anymore. She had just lost her innocence. It didn't hurt—it was even somewhat pleasant—but she wished he would take it slower. She was helpless beneath him and deserved gentler treatment.
Enveloped in a warm numbness, she closed her eyes and shed silent tears. She endured the storm inside her, knowing this was all she could do. She waited for him to reach his satisfaction. Maybe after this, he would reconsider their relationship.
Suddenly, his pace changed. The movements behind her became faster, stronger. She was treated like an object, pressed relentlessly.
When she tried to protest, turning her head, he pulled back just enough to drive deeper.
She gasped, startled by the new sensation.
The movements she had known stopped, replaced by a steady pulsation.
She realized what was happening. The motion had ceased because he was reaching his climax.
She tried to move away, but his hand swiftly covered her mouth.
He had expected her reaction and quickly grabbed her arm, pulling it behind her back and holding her firmly.
She could not escape. Her attempts to resist were futile, and the connection remained.
No, no, stop! Take it out!
This isn't right! I'm not Federina!
Her muffled protests and disheveled hair went unnoticed as the relentless pressure continued.
All she could feel was the continuous flow filling her.
The movement of his hips showed no sign of stopping.
He was determined to finish—even though she was not the real Federina.
* * *
Her first kiss was forcefully taken, her innocence quietly lost. Now she was overwhelmed, enduring an unrelenting invasion.
She realized that everything she had tried to protect was already gone. When the intruder finally withdrew, a shiver ran down her spine as he left her body. At the same moment, she felt something warm dripping from between her legs.
"How was it? I've improved, haven't I? Or maybe you can't tell," he said lightly.
A sharp tap landed on her backside, causing her to flinch and emit a soft, involuntary sound.
She remained stunned, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
Collapsed weakly against him, she heard his voice again, seemingly good-natured but uncertain, as if unsure what to do next.
He showed no hint of remorse for what he had done. When she turned to face him, he was smiling.
That was the truth. According to him, Federina was someone who desired a measure of coercion. He likely thought he was helping her.
"…What if I get pregnant?" she whispered in response.
The question was meaningless. Federina wouldn't be the one carrying the child. His sense of responsibility was irrelevant.
Princess Hermine would bear a child with an unknown father. If anyone found out, the news would spread instantly through the Empire, creating scandal. Thinking it over, that would be the worst possible outcome.
"There's no 'how' about it—you're coming to my place. Once you're pregnant, you won't be able to hesitate," he said firmly.
He had mentioned plans to cross to the Beast Continent, and it seemed he intended to bring Federina along. If she were pregnant, she would have no choice but to follow him. Even kind-hearted Federina wouldn't leave a letter and disappear from the Empire.
But that was only if it were her.
In reality, Hermine was the one affected. There was no connection between her and Klock, and if her condition became visible, it would definitely be a problem.
If anyone besides herself discovered the truth, it would cause trouble—not just her father and sister, but even Anna couldn't be told.
"All right, let's continue," Klock said casually.
His words shocked Hermine, who was desperately seeking an escape.
"W-wait… I can't… anymore," she replied weakly.
"It's not impossible. Didn't we do this five times a day before?" he said with cold certainty. "It's best to finish before Suzette returns."
She felt the familiar tension pressing toward her again.
The sensation threatened to overwhelm her once more. She swallowed, turned to face him, and covered herself to show refusal.
But he didn't stop. He gently forced her legs apart, pushed away her weak attempts to resist, and continued.
As he reentered her from the front, her body reacted suddenly, like a released bowstring. A strong shock ran through her. The sensation was even more intense than before. Her figure was handled roughly again, and with him still inside, the tip was carefully attended to.
"Sir Klock… what about me?"
Just as the second round was about to begin, a quiet, high-pitched voice interrupted from the side.
The cat Beastkin girl, who had been patiently waiting, spoke softly.
"Can you wait a moment?" Klock asked without breaking his focus.
"Sure, I'll watch from the side," she replied calmly.
It wasn't a shift change, but Klock's way of setting priorities. Without hesitation, he resumed his relentless pursuit of Federina.
"Please, wait," she begged quietly.
Notes:
• Federina – Hermine’s chosen disguise, a magical detective and close friend whom Hermine hopes will deter Klock’s suspicions. Federina’s presence of mind helps her improvise when confronted.
• Hermine – Daughter of the Emperor of the Second Empire of Dusselhelm. A companion and friend of Anna. The mage. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Mina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Anna – The legendary Hero, chosen to defeat the Demon Lord. Her past life is Sylvia Croce. She is described as a heavenly being with overwhelming skill and a merciless attitude.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
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