Volume 6 Chapter 49 How to Trample Pride ◆
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hey, how long do I have to keep doing this?” she asked, her voice flat with irritation.
The Fox Princess shook her chest in weary rhythm, soft flesh bouncing with each movement. Inside the silent cavern, the obscene act had begun to feel more tiresome than enticing, and her furrowed brow betrayed her impatience.
”Ah, my bad. Guess I’m too clumsy—it might take a while. Why don’t you just use your mouth instead?” said Klock, lounging, eyes fixed shamelessly on the sway of her n**ples.
He rested his hands behind his head on the bedrock, smug in his vantage above the dutiful princess. His tone was airy, calculated to provoke.
Her narrowed eyes stabbed at him. They were not close, not lovers, only tenuous allies. With her pride, it was clear she would not tolerate much more.
”As if I’d ever do that. Don’t say such disgusting things,” she said coldly.
Of course he had expected refusal. A courtesan would smile and oblige; a lover might sigh and comply; a wanton woman would already have been sucking eagerly. Kuzuha was none of those. Their situation was a chance accident, and if he wanted more, he would need to escalate their bond.
”Still, if you don’t, this will never end. Think of it as practice. I’ll even show you how,” he said smoothly.
It wasn’t persuasion so much as blunt demand. After all, she had agreed enough to bring them here. A relationship with a woman required such tacit exchanges, tosses of the ball back and forth.
If she truly had no interest, she never would have wrapped her breasts around him in the first place.
”I’m done,” she cut him off abruptly.
His thoughts scattered. She pulled back suddenly, leaving him exposed, her face cool with disdain. The shared warmth of skin on skin dissipated like steam.
”I don’t know what I was thinking. There’s no reason I should be doing this,” Kuzuha said sharply, shaking her breasts free. The sight of them bouncing away left him with a sharp pang of frustration.
She had only sought his embrace to push away the fear gnawing at her—the fear planted by the Wolf Princess’s howl, even from behind prison bars. Kuzuha had wanted to quell her anxiety by clinging to him, to bury her unease in flesh. But now, her pride had returned.
Klock grimaced. “No, no, don’t say that now. That’s unfair.”
”Not my problem. You’re the one who can’t finish,” she replied coolly.
He realized his mistake. He should have taken her fully when he had the chance. Now she stood aloof, pride intact, breasts lifted in denial of what they had done just moments before.
”Wait, you can’t just leave it half-done. If this were a tavern, I’d already have dragged you out back and had my way,” he said, frustration edging into his tone.
”Then consider this your punishment—for always demanding, never giving. I was generous enough, and you got greedy. Foolish man.” Her ears flicked, her tail snapped, and she turned her head away from him.
Perhaps asking for paizuri had cut too deep. To her, a princess, the act was base, beneath her station. Her pride would not permit further debasement.
”You’ve got something to say, haven’t you?” she said, catching his frustration instantly. She glanced back over her shoulder, water from the cavern’s ceiling dripping onto her furred skin. Her tail twitched, her hips swaying slightly, but her narrowed eyes glittered with threat.
”You’re the one who started this. Princesses really are spoiled, huh,” Klock sighed, exasperated.
He rose, tucking himself away. Kuzuha parted her lips as if to speak, then turned away instead, silent.
But he wasn’t done. In a flash, he reached out and seized her from behind.
”—!”
He crushed her breasts in both hands, fingers sinking into her soft flesh.
”What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, her voice icy.
”Can’t just let it end like this. You’ll have to take responsibility,” he said, gripping her wrist, his thumb rolling her n**ple between his fingers.
Her gaze turned sharp as a blade. Expecting retaliation, he pushed her down with brute force. They toppled together onto the sandy floor outside the iron bars, eyes locking.
”That’s far enough,” Kuzuha said.
Flat on her back, she pointed at him. It was not a mere gesture, but the aim of a spell.
”One more step and I’ll turn you to ash before you can blink,” she declared, her voice ringing cold through the cavern.
He froze. Her eyes, narrowed to slits, burned with deadly intent. She had the will and the power to do it.
”Throwing away our alliance for a moment of lust? That would make you a fool. I’ll forgive you this once. Leave me within ten seconds,” she ordered.
”…So pressing you down is forgiven, then?” he asked with a crooked smile.
”Yes. I am a generous princess. Not selfish at all,” she said, a faint curve to her lips.
He nearly laughed. She had allowed him that much, permitted his hands on her flesh as token apology, but no further. That was her line, and she would not cross it.
”Let me guess—when you’re free again, you’ll change your mind,” he muttered.
”If you prove yourself faithful, I’ll forget this ever happened,” she answered. Her eyes flicked down, betraying her awareness of what still pressed against her stomach, anything but faithful.
Their naked bodies pressed together, genitals touching. Even she couldn’t remain completely unfazed by that, it seemed. With one arm pinned and her breast restrained, she glared at him with piercing intensity, like a threat.
He had ten seconds of leeway.
Pretending to shift his position, he subtly kneaded her breast while mulling over her words.
What Kuzuha said made perfect sense.
The most important thing was escaping. And she possessed the power needed for that escape.
The wolf princess wasn’t here, and their relationship was already in ruins. There was nothing he could do about it now, so the only one he could rely on was Kuzuha.
What would happen if he assaulted Kuzuha?
First, their relationship would end. No princess of a nation would forgive a man who r**ed her. He wouldn’t get her cooperation for the escape either. He could try contacting other prisoners again, but the thought of dealing with more complicated situations like this didn’t appeal to him.
”Hmm. Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Klock said.
”Have you understood?” Kuzuha asked.
Klock hesitated, squishing her breast with his hand.
Kuzuha watched him with furrowed brows.
What she said was probably right. It was disappointing to end things halfway, but considering the escape, he should back off here. If he really wanted to go further, he should try seducing her properly later. Pushing forcefully now would be nothing but a bad move.
”…Alright. Can’t be helped, then. Excuse me for a sec.”
He sighed heavily and reached behind him.
He rummaged in his waist pocket. Pulling something out, he snapped it onto the arm she was pointing at him with a click.
”…What is this?” she asked.
Dogs have a double coat of stiff outer fur and soft underfur, apparently, but the black beast fur covering her arms was fluffy and soft.
Strong beastly traits could be a turn-off for humans. But in her case, it just looked like she was wearing socks and long gloves, so the allure of her limbs overshadowed it, making it unnoticeable.
He pinned down both her arms.
Confirming that nothing protected her ample breasts anymore, he opened his mouth toward their tips.
”Ah?! W-wait—” she exclaimed.
Kuzuha tried to struggle.
Her arm strength was weaker than expected. Stronger than a human’s, but nowhere near comparable to the wolf princess.
”Wait!? What are you doing!! Stop it!!” she shouted.
Realizing her arms wouldn’t move, she twisted her whole body to escape.
It was instinctive. She arched away, kicking at the sand. As her leg lifted, he slipped his foot between her thighs. Pressing up on her knee with his inserted foot, he forced them apart.
”K-Klock!!” she cried.
With her legs spread, sensing the danger, Kuzuha apparently resorted to her final measure.
Her unique skill to burn enemies away. Unlike magic, it required no incantation—just the fastest special ability.
But its effect didn’t manifest in midair or scorch Klock directly. It dissipated inside her, or perhaps her mana couldn’t even gather to form it.
He’d been a little worried, but now he felt relieved.
Confirming she was powerless, he released her hands. Gripping her waist, he pushed her leg up higher, eyeing the slightly parted entrance.
Kuzuha twisted to get away. He shoved aside her flailing hand and thrust his shaft inside her.
”———!!?” she gasped wordlessly.
A voiceless cry escaped her, and her whole body jerked sharply.
The shock she felt translated into v***nal pressure, enveloping his shaft.
”Oh, damn, that feels amazing. Not losing out to the wolf princess at all,” he said.
As if electrocuted, she trembled violently.
She grabbed him with both arms, squeezing tightly. Unlike the wolf princess, she didn’t channel much mana into her strength, so it just hurt a little.
That said, she was beastkin. For such slender arms, she had power—if she’d resisted seriously from the start, it might have been trouble.
”—I-idiot—!!” she spat.
With a massive intrusion filling her depths, Kuzuha gasped for breath, shooting him a condemning glare.
They’d come this far; no turning back now. Their cooperative relationship was over.
”This is your fault. Teasing me like that,” he said.
The consequences of this reckless, thoughtless action would come later.
Pushing aside thoughts of the irrelevant future for now, he focused on thrusting into her.
He pulled back his hips, then slid deep with a slick push. Despite no foreplay, she was thoroughly wet inside, and he savored the taste.
Even slight movements drew strong reactions, her entrance clenching tight.
She wasn’t as petite as the wolf princess, but Kuzuha’s gripped just as fiercely. He withdrew once more and drove back in, making her body jolt with an even tighter squeeze.
”After shaking your ass and teasing me all this time, you’ve got a damn fine p***sy. Sheesh, quit your bitching and just let me f**k you already,” he growled.
”Don’t joke around—!!” she snapped.
He forced down her resisting arms and loomed over her.
Grinding against her inner walls, he shoved his cock in as deep as it could go.
”You got me rock hard and think I’d just stop? I’ve been staring at your ass swaying the whole time from behind, holding back. Quit acting all high and mighty, you bitch!” he snarled.
”—D-don’t say such disgusting things, you pervert!” she retorted.
As he closed in, Kuzuha turned her face away to escape.
He latched onto her exposed neck. Running his tongue along it to taste his prey, she reacted sensitively, glaring at him with disgust.
”Pretending you weren’t interested, but you’ve been waiting for a chance to r**e me all along!!” she accused.
”Huh? I wasn’t exactly targeting you. You’re a highborn princess, naked right here. If there’s a chance to f**k, I’d take it. Obviously,” he replied.
His opponent was a nation’s princess, so he’d tried not to show interest.
Getting involved would be a huge hassle. It was true he’d found dealing with them annoying from start to finish.
But separately from that, if he could f**k her, of course he would. As a princess, she had the most refined p***sy in her country. Even if it felt off, it was worth doing once.
”Of all things, a bracelet that blocks skills… I didn’t think you were this stupid!! What do you plan to do after this!!” she demanded.
”Who cares? I’ve gone this far. I’m gonna f**k you till I’m satisfied. If you wanna hate someone, hate yourself for that smug attitude,” he said.
The moment she faced him, he swiftly claimed her lips.
How many kisses had this been for her? Not wanting to get bitten, he took it and pulled back.
She seemed stunned by the suddenness, unable to react. After a brief pause, her eyes welled up with tears. As he rocked his hips, prodding her depths, she remembered she was being r**ed and turned her face away.
”Nn, k… I never should have made you an ally. Nn, remember this. I won’t forgive you,” she said.
”Yeah? Just keep that p***sy clenching tight, and I won’t complain,” he replied.
Even without forgiveness, her insides squeezed with relentless tightness.
The squeezing that writhed around him came from her body’s frantic attempts to resist. Each time he tried to pull free, her entrance cinched tighter, dragging the slick preseed into her depths. When he thrust deeper, her torso twisted, her body wrapping around his shaft with reluctant sweetness.
”Damn it… enemy of all women! Burn in hell!” she cried.
”Yeah, yeah. I’m already in heaven, so quit shouting,” he said.
He slapped their bellies together deliberately, filling the room with that unmistakable sound—skin crashing against skin, the sound of s*x. He forced it into her ears, branding her with the knowledge of what was happening. Kuzuha glared, eyes flashing with frustration. She turned her face away, then back again to fix him with another furious stare, unable to control herself. Watching her like that while pounding into her, he almost found it cute.
”…So, no more complaints? You don’t need to beg now? Ah, sorry—were you too lost in the s*x?” he mocked.
She fell silent, words drying up, and he goaded her further.
”Of course not! Don’t say something so disgusting! What are you, proud of your pathetic moves in bed? Ha! Too bad for you—I don’t feel a thing!” she spat.
”That so? Then I guess I don’t need to hold back when I come inside,” he said.
Her words gave him all the excuse he needed. He quickened his pace, smacking against her harder, faster. Kuzuha’s body jolted, her breasts swaying wildly with each thrust.
”No! It’s not okay at all! Stop it, stop it! If you do that, I’ll never forgive you!” she screamed.
”But you’re not begging, right? If you don’t want forgiveness, that means I can just finish inside, yeah?” he sneered.
Her eyes widened at his words. The meaning was simple: if she didn’t want him to spill inside, she had to beg. For a Beastkin princess, with her royal pride, that was a cruel demand. Even worse with Beastkin’s rarity to conceive—her silence seemed the only option.
”…I—I’m sorry,” she whispered.
The unexpected words stopped him.
”I was wrong… I’m sorry. It’s true, I was careless,” she admitted between gasps.
”…Careless how?” he asked, halting his hips, close to release.
”As a princess, I knew. Commoners admired me in Aronn, men and women alike looked at me with shining eyes. Some even with envy, with hate. A princess is the vessel of both adoration and jealousy. And I stood naked before you. Of course you’d be aroused. Of course you’d want me. I see your point now,” she said breathlessly.
But instead of begging for him not to finish inside, she apologized from another angle.
”I tempted you carelessly. I’m sorry. Let’s reset this before it ruins what comes after. The important thing is escaping. Right?” she tried.
”Too late, idiot! You think I’d stop now? I’m ready to drain myself dry in you!” he roared.
He rammed back in, never intending to stop. His hips ground mercilessly, pressing him deep.
”Wait—! If I apologized, then don’t—” she gasped.
”Shut it! That’s not enough! Kiss me. Stick your tongue out and give me a filthy kiss. If you don’t, I’ll come inside right now!” he barked.
”Wha—?!”
A demand beyond reason. He loomed over her, hips jerking close to climax. She pressed her lips together tight, trembling with indecision. A muffled whimper slipped through before finally, grudgingly, she lifted her head and pressed her lips against his.
He smirked inwardly, wrapping his arm around her neck. He drew her tongue into his mouth, savoring the unwilling kiss—
—and released in powerful waves.
”Mmh—nn! Hhhnnngh—!”
His hips pressed firmly, the surge building against her core. Her form trembled helplessly, clenching and drawing him in as if urging the moment deeper.
It was the victory of a rogue’s humble essence, claimed by the sacred depths of a princess. Her body, untrained in defiance, yielded without protest.
Her soft cries escaped, hazy and subdued, even as their lips remained locked. Her arms wavered faintly, her frame quivering in ripples until she arched sharply, overcome. Pride had armored her spirit, yet her instincts surrendered—extending her tongue like a silent tribute.
”Thanks for the meal,” he said, releasing her lips with a wet smack.
Kuzuha gasped raggedly, color flooding her cheeks, drool on her chin. He bent down, catching her trembling n**ple in his mouth, enjoying the aftershocks while grinding lazily inside her.
”Haa…haa… liar. You said you wouldn’t—inside—” she panted, eyes glassy.
”What are you babbling about? You’re a princess. A princess getting r**ed doesn’t get spared. Did you really think an enemy would pull out?” he taunted.
She flared, but weakly. He pressed further.
”A princess’s job is to bear her husband’s child, isn’t it? So that p***sy of yours exists to be filled. From birth it was made for this. You get me?” he spat.
It was filth past cruelty. Her eyes sparked back to life.
”I’ll kill you. I swear I’ll kill you!” she hissed.
”That so? Then let’s start round two,” he said with a grin.
She glared, fire back in her eyes, and he drove into her again without pulling out.
”Ngghhh?!”
This time her body answered instantly, far stronger than before. Her earlier pride couldn’t mask it now. The second time would be even more fun.
”Yeah, that’s it. Even better than before—so wet, so tight. Don’t fight it. Tonight I’ll empty every last drop into you. Be a good girl and take it.”
”Wait… hmm?! Ah, ah, wait, ah♡”
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