Chapter 91 In the Light Capital… A Life of Confinement and the Princess’s Forbidden Dream, Part ①
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”…And so, with her own body, Goddess Rubina sealed the forces of evil,” Cecilia said, her voice soft but clear. “More than that, she purified the land tainted by miasma, making it a place where we could live. They say it’s the duty of each Saint to hear Rubina-sama’s voice and carry out her will.”
Cecilia’s words filled the quiet room, explaining the origins of the Rubina Faith and the role of the Saint.
Three days had passed since Kanata found himself confined to this room. Supposedly, it was for his recovery, a chance to rest and regain his strength. Thanks to Cecilia’s healing magic, though, his body felt fine—better than fine. There was no need for further rest. And yet, they wouldn’t let him step foot outside. If this wasn’t confinement, what else could it be?
He’d grumbled as much to Cecilia, the only one who visited under the pretense of checking on him. She’d given him a wry smile, bowing her head slightly. “I’m sorry,” was all she said. To anyone watching, it might’ve looked like Kanata was bullying her, so he dropped the complaints. Instead, he asked her about the Rubina Faith and the Light Capital, letting her stories ease the boredom of his captivity.
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”Time to move,” Kanata muttered under his breath.
The night had deepened, the world outside silent as most people slept. He slipped out of bed without a sound and crept to the window. Peering out, he saw the streets of the Light Capital cloaked in darkness, lit only by the faint glow of the moon. His room was near the top of a tower in a secluded wing of the Royal Palace. Guards stood watch outside his door, making escape through the halls impossible. The only way out was this window—and a fifty-meter drop to the ground below. An anti-magic barrier enveloped the palace, rendering spells useless unless permitted. Jumping would be suicide.
Anyone who claimed this wasn’t confinement had some serious nerve.
But Kanata saw an opportunity in their overconfidence. They thought he couldn’t escape. They were wrong.
He gazed down at the palace gardens, where scattered lanterns cast pools of light for security. Sneaking in under cover of darkness would be tough for most—but not for Kanata. He had a trick up his sleeve.
”Shadow Dive,” he whispered.
His eyes locked onto the shadow cast by a lantern near the window and the deeper shade of a tree below. With a thought, he activated his skill. In an instant, his body melted into the darkness, reappearing in the shadow of the garden tree.
”Here we go,” he said softly.
Threads spun from his palm, sticky and elastic, catching the palace walls. With fluid grace, he scaled the stone, moving swiftly until he reached a terrace. A quick glance inside confirmed it was the right place. Activating Shadow Dive again, he slipped into the room.
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”…!” A sudden jolt ripped through her body. Something pressed against her, heavy and unyielding, pinning her in place. In the dim haze, she recognized her own room, but an unknown presence was clearly on top of her.
”Who… who is it?” she managed to choke out.
There was no reply. Instead, the stimulation to her lower body intensified, the sensation of fingers persistently rubbing her private parts becoming clearer.
(Scary… but…)
Along with the fear, she couldn’t hide her confusion at the strange heat welling up from deep within her body. She knew she should be able to reject it if her consciousness was fully awake, but this sweet numbness wouldn’t allow it.
The fingers skillfully parted her petals, finding the most sensitive nub and gently crushing it in a circular motion. Each time, her breaths grew wetter.
”Nn… ugh… ah…”
She swayed between the reason that urged her to resist and the instinct to surrender to the unknown pleasure. Her vision remained dark, revealing nothing. But only her sharpened sense of touch and hearing conveyed information from the outside world.
Suddenly, she thought she heard a voice whisper in her ear. “You wanted this, didn’t you… Remia?”
A shiver ran down her spine. She couldn’t tell if it was from fear or arousal. But one thing was certain—she was being dominated by this unknown相手.
Then, the caress on her lower abdomen began again. This time, it went deeper, and as she felt the fingertips trying to penetrate her, she thought:
”Who on earth are you… doing something so cruel…”
But such questions were soon swallowed by waves of pleasure.
”Ah… ahh…”
Surprised by the sounds escaping her lips, independent of her will, Remia gradually began to accept the pleasure. Kanata’s fingertips skillfully found her weak spots, attacking them with pinpoint accuracy.
”Feel more…” Kanata whispered in Remia’s ear, slowly stirring inside her with his middle finger. Though her body arched from the unfamiliar sensation, Remia unconsciously began to sway her hips.
”Stop… please… ah… ahh…!”
Even as she uttered words of rejection, her voice held a sweet resonance. Each time Kanata’s thumb brushed against her cl***ris, Remia’s body trembled as if struck by electricity.
”You’re lying, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
”No… this is… ah! No… not there…”
Kanata’s fingers moved faster, and a honey-like liquid overflowed from within Remia. She could feel her body reacting so strongly that it stained the sheets.
”You’re so wet… and you still deny it?”
”Please… stop… ahhh!”
As the waves of pleasure grew, Remia was overcome with a mix of fear and anticipation. The sensation of exploring unknown parts of herself was akin to pain, yet it wasn’t unpleasant… rather, she found herself thinking it was comfortable.
”Ah, you are… ahn… wh-who… ahhh… no… ahnn…”
She felt like she recognized the voice. But she couldn’t tell who it was. However, the overwhelming waves of pleasure didn’t allow her the余裕 to think about such things. Without being able to see Kanata’s face as he toyed with her, she continued to feel the torment of his hands…
”If you’re about to come, say it properly.”
At that moment, his fingertip strongly stimulated a point in her v***a. The shock sent a sweet numbness spreading throughout her body… a sign that she was reaching orgasm.
”Ah… ah… fu… ah…”
Remia became limp, her body utterly drained. But Kanata’s torment seemed to continue unabated…
”Ahhh…!!”
Her body, repeatedly brought to orgasm, was already exhausted. But Kanata showed no signs of easing up; rather, he began to toy with Remia in even more cruel ways.
”Fu… ugh… ah…!”
Just as she was about to be pushed to the peak again, Kanata’s hand suddenly stopped.
”Ah… why…”
Left in a state of suspension, Remia involuntarily lifted her hips. But all she heard was a cold voice…
”It’s not over yet, you know?”
His fingers began to move again, rapidly ascending towards orgasm. But once again, Kanata stopped.
”Ugh… why… like that…”
Each time she was held back just before climax, an unbearable heat accumulated within her body. Tears welled up in Remia’s eyes, her lips trembling.
”Hey… please…”
She pleaded in a hoarse voice, and Kanata offered a satisfied, wicked smile.
”If you’re going to beg, say it properly.”
Kanata’s fingers began to move again. This time, they rubbed inside her more intensely than ever, persistently stimulating her sensitive spots. Amidst the torrent of pleasure, Remia desperately tried to form words.
”Ah! Let me come… more… more!”
Remia begged, tears streaming down her face.
But just before she climaxed, his fingers stopped.
”Ahhh… let me come… don’t be mean…, “
Despite Remia’s desperate pleas, the near-climax was repeated.
”Please… I can’t anymore… I’ll do anything, I’ll do whatever you say… just let me come…”
”Anything? Even if I tell you to become my slave?” Kanata asked, toying with Remia’s cl***ris.
Remia was momentarily speechless at his response, but when the stimulation to her cl***ris stopped just before orgasm, she could think of nothing else.
”I will… I’ll be your slave, anything… just let me come…”
Remia no longer understood what she was saying. She just wanted to be freed from this torment. She wanted to escape the agony of being on the verge of climax without reaching it. With that single thought, she uttered words that could not be taken back.
At that moment, Remia thought she heard a faint *click*, as if something had closed.
”Honestly, what a lewd princess,” Kanata murmured. His fingers pinched her most sensitive spot. At the same time, the desire that had been held back until now exploded.
”Ahhhhhhh!!”
”Hiah… ahhh…”
Remia’s body arched like a bow, and a viscous liquid spurted out with force. It stained the sheets heavily, and a thick, feminine scent filled the air.
”Hah… hah…”
Finally released from orgasm, she had no time to savor the afterglow. Kanata’s weight pressed down on her. His rough breaths mingled with hers as his lips claimed hers in a hungry kiss. Their tongues intertwined in a deep, suffocating embrace. Remia struggled, gasping for air, but her wrists were held firmly, leaving her helpless.
”Nn… hah…”
When the long kiss ended, Remia’s head was still swimming, unable to regain a sense of reality. At that moment, the moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Kanata’s face for an instant.
”You are…” Her voice trembled. *The one who saved me… but why?* Her thoughts spiraled, confusion tangling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Kanata kissed her again, his fingers twisting at her most sensitive spot.
”N-no… not there!” Her cry was shrill, her body shuddering under another wave. Kanata pulled back, leaving her limp and overwhelmed, unable to think. Only one truth anchored her: she was utterly his.
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The next morning, Remia woke to find her clothes in disarray and the sheets stained. Her body shivered as she wondered, *Was last night not a dream?*
She glanced at the window. The lock was secure, with no sign of anyone having entered the room. *Then it was a dream…*
”Did I… want something like that?” she whispered, her face flushing crimson with shame.
Her hand brushed her neck, and a faint unease prickled her skin. She stepped to the mirror. Nothing seemed amiss. But the feeling lingered. Hesitantly, she let a trickle of mana flow through her fingers to her neck.
A faint collar shimmered into view, glowing briefly before vanishing as she cut the mana. Her breath caught. She remembered her words from the night before: *I’ll be your slave, anything…*
”It… wasn’t a dream?”
Dazed, Remia stood frozen, unaware of the problem looming ahead—how to explain the ruined bed to her maids.
From that night on, Kanata returned, driving her to ecstasy with his fingers every night, leaving her to face the morning’s tangled sheets and her own fumbling excuses.
Notes:
• Rem – Rem, a timid slave girl, pairs with Mito, her fearful obedience a desperate bid to survive Kanata’s dominion. Appears after raid dungeon.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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