Chapter 126 The Path to True Return꞉ Each Person’s Thoughts, Part ⑧ ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”So, what exactly is this request of yours?”
Lucia sniffled hard, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. “S-Sniff… Has His Majesty Kain… stopped the letter? …Hic…” She kept her eyes locked away from Kanata’s, turning her head aside like she couldn’t bear to look. And why would she? Just moments ago, those damn otaku trio had ravaged her over and over, forcing her to bare every filthy, humiliating act—god, no wonder she couldn’t face him straight.
Kanata shrugged, his tone flat and unbothered. “Yeah, I read it. So what?”
Kain’s letter discussed reforming the Valkyria Federation’s slave system.
In this world, slavery was just… normal, baked into everything. But the Summoned Heroes? They fucking hated it, every last one. Kanata hadn’t cared much himself—dropping someone into slavery meant drowning them in despair and all those dark emotions, which racked up DP like crazy. Easy math. But apparently, the others weren’t on the same page. Still, even they knew flipping an ancient system wasn’t simple, so they’d kept their mouths mostly shut. Until now. With this new nation rising up, perfect timing hit, and boom—every hero started demanding a slave system overhaul, all in one pissed-off chorus.
Running the new country needed every hero’s power, though, so in the end, Kanata caved. The reforms were on.
But they couldn’t just wipe slavery out overnight—that’d shatter everything. After endless haggling, they split slaves into two ranks: “General Slaves” and “Criminal Slaves.” Before, all slaves lumped together, treated however the owner felt like—pure chaos. Now, General Slaves got a “contract” guaranteeing fair treatment. Simple as this: spell out the terms upfront. “I can handle orders up to here.” “But fuck no to that kind.” Especially for female sex slaves—make damn clear if sexual service was on or off the table. No more gut-wrenching orders that slaves couldn’t stomach, and buyers wouldn’t waste big coin on useless trash. Win-win, or so they figured.
Criminal Slaves? No contract bullshit for them. Crimes got ranked by severity—years of sentence, dump site assigned. Light offenses? Serve your time, walk free. Pay up your sins proper, and you’re out.
Anyway, the Valkyria Federation nations got the decree: we’re reforming like this, deal with it. As a federation, they wouldn’t bulldoze local rules too hard—more like a strong “please handle slaves this way from now on.” But with the lead nation’s muscle flexing, every country would grumble and obey anyway.
Long intro over—Kain’s letter? He was all in on the reforms, wanted every gritty detail, and asked for a summit soon to hash it out.
And Lucia’s request? Tied right into that…
”Master, please… I beg you. Free Princess Karnae from slavery. A royal consort as a slave to another nation… it’s…” Her voice cracked raw, and right there, she slammed her forehead to the ground in full prostration. “I’ll… I’ll be your slave forever! I’ll serve you twice as hard for her sake… please, please…”
”Uh… yeah, sure…”
…Shit. Completely slipped his mind. He’d crushed two countries, dumped the cleanup on Kain, shoved Karnae his way too—but freeing her from slavery? Forgot that part entirely. Sure, he never meant to force his slave as a queen on a puppet state or anything twisted like that… but to outsiders who didn’t know the full mess? Yeah, it’d look exactly that brutal.
…Right, the freedom terms… Kanata quietly pulled up Karnae’s contract info. Owner’s orders? Absolute obedience. No refusing sex or anything—stricter than a criminal slave’s chains. No wonder her price tag was sky-high. And the redemption fee to free her…
”Alright, freeing her’s fine. But who’s paying the redemption gold?”
That fee—for her and Lucia together? One hundred platinum coins. Swap to gold? Ten thousand. In this world, a commoner’s yearly scrape was barely one gold coin, if that. Even a Royal Palace guard captain pulled two or three. A hundred gold? Hundred platinum? You only saw that in nation-to-nation deals. Unless an adventurer slayed a dragon and sold every scale and bone whole—fat chance.
One hundred platinum for two girls. Why so goddamn massive?
Because…
Karnae begged him to war on Kirke and Vaal.
Wars cost money.
Make the losers pay reparations.
They won, so defeated Kirke’s rep—Princess Karnae—owed the bill. But as a slave? It stacked straight onto her redemption fee.
End result: debt so huge, it’d crush her for life.
Truth? He vaporized them with a few spells—no real cost. But to grind that “live as a pathetic slave forever” despair into her bones, he jacked the number sky-high on purpose. Just a cruel joke back then.
…Never dreamed it’d bite like this.
But a joke or not, the contract was sealed. Couldn’t break it now.
And Lucia checked her own fee at signing—she knew damn well…
”I’ll take all of her share too…”
She knew she was asking the impossible. Yet here she was, head bowed lower, trembling with that desperate grit.
”Does Karnae know about this?”
”No… it’s all my decision alone.”
”Come on…”
”I’ll do anything! If you order me to spread for filthy lowlifes, I’ll endure it—bite down the disgust and take them! So please…”
…Honest as hell, sure. But “endure it”? Already screams she hates it. And top-shelf prostitutes? They scraped twenty gold a year, tops—thirty was a fucking miracle. No way Lucia solo grinds out a hundred platinum. Hell, he set it for national budget, twenty-year installments. One person? Impossible.
…But keeping her enslaved till paid off? That’s cold even for him.
This was straight-up Kanata’s fuckup.
Sure, ignore the bad optics, and zero real issues…
He sighed deep. “Fine… I’ll talk to Kain.”
Lucia’s shoulders slumped, defeat washing over her like a cold wave. She’d wanted to fix this with her own strength, pour every drop of herself into it. But the hole was too deep, too ugly. …Well, whatever. Might as well milk this chance for some DP.
”Come on, hurry up—or I’ll claim your daughter’s virginity right here!”
Kanata’s words hit like a whip, and the woman—still gripping the boy’s throbbing cock with her hand—finally shoved it past her lips. She bobbed her head frantic, sucking hard with her mouth, desperation fueling every sloppy motion.
”Ah—aaah! N-No… d-don’t… if you s-suck like th-that, I’ll… I’ll cum…!”
”Mmmph… ra-hi-heh goo’…”
”N-No! S-Stop! Please!”
But she didn’t pull off—no, she clamped tighter, sucking fiercer, throat working like she owned it. And then—
*Spluuuurt! Spluuuurt! Spluuuurt!!*
”Nnngh—MMMPH!?!”
The boy’s cock erupted, blasting thick ropes of hot, sticky white cum straight down her throat. It flooded her mouth, overflowing, coating every inch in filthy seed.
”*Cough! Hack! Cough!!*”
”Ahhh…”
She finally yanked free, hacking and retching to spit it out—but it backfired. Cum splattered her nose, clogged her nostrils, dripping in gross strings. That cute face? Ruined now, reeking of raw, musky cock-stink that hit like a punch.
”Ah! I-I’m sorry! So sorry!!”
The boy scrambled in a panic, snatching up a towel and dabbing gently at the woman’s face and nose. His touch was so soft, so careful—like she was fragile glass that might shatter any second…
This young kid? Fourth Prince Reitru of the old Kirke Kingdom. Karnae’s stepbrother, technically. But her mother’s low status meant they’d barely ever crossed paths, let alone spoken.
”So, Prince—how’d it feel dumping your load in Mommy’s mouth?”
Kanata called out to the boy, who was still fussing over her with that sweet worry.
Yeah—that’s right. The one slurping his royal cock like a desperate whore? His own mother, the former Second Primary Queen of Kirke.
”Y-Yes… It felt… so good…” The prince stammered, cheeks burning red. “And her mouth was so warm, right against me—like I was thrusting straight into Mommy’s pussy…”
”Good boy.” Kanata grinned, all smug satisfaction, then grabbed the woman’s chin and forced her face up to meet his eyes. “Alright, Mommy dearest? Time to show Princey your slutty side proper.”
She shook her head hard, no-no-no, eyes wide with that raw plea—but Kanata just laughed. “Drug not kicking in deep enough yet? Fine—don’t wanna? Then I don’t give a fuck what happens to your little girl.” He jerked his head toward the seventh princess, Rachel, still strung up and dripping from all his earlier teasing. Her crotch? Soaked fucking mess, thighs slick and trembling.
The queen—his mother—stood slow, reluctant as hell, then spread her legs wide, shoving her dripping pussy on full display. Vaginal juices trailed down her thighs in thick, shameful strings, glistening under the light.
”See that, Prince? Your mommy’s a horny bitch in heat. Go on—fuck her raw.”
”B-But… she’s… she’s my mother…”
”Oh, for fuck’s sake! Just do it already!” Kanata roared, and the prince flinched hard, body jolting like he’d been slapped. Hesitant, shaking, he reached out—tiny hand trembling toward her body.
”Ah… n-not there!”
His fingers brushed her pussy lips, and she gasped sharp, sweet—voice breaking into a needy whimper.
”Mommy… you’re so wet…”
”Nn… b-because…”
”And it’s… so hot inside…”
He wiggled just a bit, and wet *squish-squish* sounds filled the air, filthy and loud, echoing off the walls.
”Ah! Ahn!”
”Mommy… I’ll touch more, okay?” The prince tried sliding a finger in—but his little digit caught at her entrance, too tight, too small to push through.
”Nnngh… s-so… tight…”
”S-Sorry! My finger’s too thick…!”
She smiled at him, soft and warm despite everything, then yanked her hips forward—smashing her soaked pussy right against his innocent face. And then—*splish-splish!*—she ground down hard, rubbing her dripping slit all over his cheeks and mouth, coating him in her juices.
”Nnfuu… nn!”
”Ah—aaah! Mommy!”
She smeared her sticky mess across his cute little face, no disgust in her eyes—just this dazed, blissful haze, like she was lost in some obscene dream. Her body moved with this lewd, rolling rhythm, hips bucking desperate and free.
”Mommy! Mommyyy!”
The prince didn’t pull away—no, he leaned in, sticking out his tiny tongue and lapping at her pussy like it was candy, slurping eager and messy.
”Ah! R-Right there!”
His tongue flicked her clit dead-on, and she cried out, body arching sharp.
*Smack*… “Mommy’s little bean… it’s so cute…”
”Nn! Reitru… d-don’t be so gentle—ah!”
He licked that swollen nub over and over, tiny laps sending shocks through her. Each one made her quake, thighs clamping his head, breaths coming ragged and hot.
”Ah… aaah! N-No more—I can’t…!”
Kanata watched her squirm, smirking wide. “Look at you, Mommy? About to cum your brains out?”
”Y-Yes! I can’t… hold it…!”
”Perfect. Let Prince make you explode then.”
”Y-Yes! Reitru! I’m—I’m cumming! CUMMINGGG!”
The prince nodded frantic, then—instinct kicking in—rammed his stiff little cock straight into her pussy.
”AAHH!! No—nooo! I’M CUMMING! CUMMING SO HARD!!”
He thrust wild, hips slapping clumsy but fierce, and she shattered—screaming as her pussy clenched and *gushhhh!*—tide after tide of squirt blasted out, drenching his face, soaking that sweet boy-face in her hot mess.
”Haa… haa…”
”Heh—how was it, Prince?”
”Y-Yes… felt amazing…”
But his cock? Still rock-hard, twitching needy. Kanata barked a laugh. “Still raring to go, huh, Prince?”
”S-Sorry!”
”Fufu—then get your big sis to fix that.”
Kanata snatched Rachel’s hair—yanking her from his arm—and shoved her face right onto the prince’s cock.
”Open up—suck him off.”
”Nnbuuh!”
His dick speared her mouth deep, stretching her lips wide.
”Come on, Prince—let big sis make you feel good.”
”Nn… mmmph…”
Rachel gagged, throat bulging, but her tongue swirled desperate, worshipping his shaft like a starving animal.
”Big sis! BIG SIIIIS!!”
The prince grabbed her head and bucked—fucking her face like a tight onahole, hips slamming frantic, drool and spit flying everywhere.
”Here too.”
Kanata gripped Rachel’s hips, yanking them up—and *shluck!*—slammed his cock balls-deep into her sopping pussy. She’d been teased raw earlier; she was flooded, sucking him in greedy.
”Ah! AAAHHH!!”
”Big sis’s mouth… so gooood…”
”Mguh—nguhh… aaah! So… biiig… fuck…”
Rachel’s face melted into pure bliss, eyes rolling back—no reason left, just a beast chasing the high, throat and pussy stuffed full.
”Ah! AAAH! Big s—I’m… CUUUMMING!!”
He yelled, and *splurt-splurt-spluuurt!*—thick cum flooded her mouth. She gulped it down frantic, but ropes overflowed, dribbling down her chin in sticky white trails.
”Haa… haa…”
Kanata laughed at the panting pair. “Alright, Prince—now fuck your big sis proper?”
”Y-Yes… big sis…”
He yanked free from her mouth, swapped spots with Kanata, and pressed his slick cock to her pussy.
”Ah… aaah…”
It kissed her lips, and she whined needy—then *thrust!*—he buried deep.
”AAHH!! Big sis inside… so warm! So tight!”
”Naaah! Y-Yes… big sis feels… so gooood too…”
They clung tight, hips grinding together in sloppy rhythm—lost in each other. Kanata watched, grinning ear-to-ear.
”Fufu—such sweet sibling love.”
”Ah—aaah! B-Big sis is… sucking me dryyy!”
”Nn! Reitru! Harder—FUCK ME HARDER!!”
He sped up just like she begged, and her moans spilled out—sweet, broken, endless.
”Ah! Ahn! AAHHH… yesss…”
”Haa… haa! Big sis!”
”AAHN! AAAHHH!! R-Right there!”
Every slam sent pussy juice spraying—*splash-splash!*—coating his balls, her thighs, the floor slick beneath them.
”Big sis’s juices! All over my cock—clinging so tight!!”
”AAHN!! N-Nooo! S-So rough—don’t stooop!”
Rachel clawed his back, legs locking around his waist—pulling him deeper, greedy for every inch. That set him off; he pounded fiercer, grunting animal. And then—
*Dopyuuu!! Byuururururu!!!*
His cock burst inside her, flooding hot. Her pussy spasmed wild, walls milking him ruthless—and he lost it, pumping every drop.
”AAH! BIG SIIIIS!! AAAHHH!!”
”Hiyaaaah!! Reitruuu… so much… filling meee!”
They shuddered locked together, bodies quaking in the aftershocks. Slow… he pulled out—*pop!*—and thick cum gushed free, pooling white and filthy between her legs.
”Satisfied yet?”
”Yesss… but… I want more…”
”Greedy little monkey… kids and their stamina. Fine—go fuck Mommy then.”
Kanata shoved Prince Reitru toward the bound queen. He dove in, latching onto her tits like a starving pup—sucking hard, greedy.
”Nmuu… Mommyyy…”
”AAHN! Y-Yes! Right thereee!”
Reitru latched on harder, sucking her nipple like it was his lifeline—greedy pulls that made milk-wet sounds echo wet and desperate. His free hand mauled her other tit, squeezing rough, fingers digging into soft flesh like he owned it.
”Nn! AAAH! R-Reitru—so rough, you’ll make me…!”
”Haa… haa… Mommy… I can’t hold back anymore…”
His cock twitched back to life, swelling thick and hard right before her eyes. The queen’s cheeks burned crimson, heat flooding her face as she stared.
”Already… so big again…”
”But Mommyyy…”
”You helpless little thing…” She twisted her bound body, straining against the ropes, and dragged her face down to his throbbing dick. Lips parted—*schlup*—and she swallowed him whole, warm mouth engulfing him in one hungry slide.
”Nn… *chupu*…”
”AAHH! MOMMY!”
”*Lerroo… nn… nmuh*…”
Her tongue slithered wild around his shaft, swirling slick and teasing every vein. He bucked into it, moans spilling out raw and broken—voice cracking with that pure, boyish need.
”AAAH! Mommy’s mouth—feels so fucking good!”
Ropes bit her wrists—no hands to stroke or grip—but her mouth alone? It wrecked him. Tongue lashing, cheeks hollowing, sucking like she craved his soul. And he? Lost in it, hips jerking helpless, bliss burning through every nerve.
”M-Mommy! I’m—gonna cum!”
She popped off fast, hand flying to pump him furious. “Yes—give it to me! Nn!”
And then—*dopyuuu!! Byuururururu!!*—ropes of thick, hot cum blasted out, splattering her face in heavy streaks. It rained down her cheeks, her neck—sticky white shame coating her royal skin, dripping slow and filthy.
”Haa… haa…”
Reitru panted, shoulders heaving, eyes locked on her ruined face. She met his gaze and curved her lips—slow, sultry smile, eyes glazed with wicked heat.
”Fufu… so much cum, baby…”
”Y-Yes…”
He barely breathed it, and she dove back—lips sealing around his tip, sucking out every last drop like a vacuum, cheeks puckering tight. Final *smack*—a kiss right on his slit—then she pulled free, slow and teasing.
”Nn… all gone. Thanks for the meal.”
”M-Mommyyy… I… I can’t anymore…”
He crashed over her, body slamming down, cock spearing her pussy in one desperate thrust—hips pounding wild, chasing that tight heat again.
Already blown his load how many times? And here he was—raging hard, stamina like a goddamn beast.
”*This* is youth, huh…” Kanata muttered, smirking to himself—totally ignoring his own endless drive.
Notes:
• Kain – A noble-looking man leading the bandits attacking Karnae. Cold, composed, ruthless strategist. Captured by Tsubasa and interrogated.
• Lucia – A beastman girl captured by bandits. Endures assault before rescue. Close to Karna, shares trauma, gentle but fragile.
• Karnae – A human princess assaulted with Lucia. Seeks revenge and justice. Meets Kanata via Tsubasa, proud yet kind.
• Reitru – Fourth Prince of the fallen Kirke Kingdom, a male youth forced into incestuous acts with his mother (the former Second Primary Queen) and sister (Rachel), manipulated by Kanata (a cruel ruler), embodying the loss of innocence and moral corruption under tyranny.
• Rachel – Seventh Princess of Kirke, a female royal subjected to sexual degradation by Kanata (a ruthless ruler) and her brother Reitru (a prince), her humanity stripped in a display of power and perversion, symbolizing the fragility of nobility under oppression.
Please bookmark this series and rate ☆☆☆☆☆ on here!
Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
Thanks for reading.
Leave a Reply