Chapter 44 Liliarette’s Loss of Innocence꞉ The Princess Corrupted by Lust
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It was merciless, that thing, as it tore through me—ripping past every naive defense I’d clung to in this godforsaken Demon Forest.
It instantly pierced the part my fingers could never reach, shoving open the closed path with a rough, tearing sensation, completely without hesitation. A raw burn that forced her to confront how fragile her sheltered world really was.
”Ahh-ahh-ahh…!? N-ngh! H-h-hyiiiiii…!?” Liliarette shrieked, her voice thin and frantic, cracking with the fear of losing herself forever.
It only took a few seconds. In just that short span of time, the invading object had reached my innermost sanctuary. Every part of me was touching a foreign object for the very first time—not just her body invaded, but the walls around her heart starting to crumble.
”O-o-oh…!? Th-th-this… is… s-s*x…?” she stammered, her mind reeling from the brutal truth crashing in.
”Calm down, Lilia. Take a deep breath,” her Older Sister soothed, her voice soft in the close space, heavy with the regrets of choices made to keep them alive. “It’s alright… Just focus on the idea that the Magical Girl power is sinking right into your core.”
Right into my core… If she says it like that, then yes, this is certainly sinking into my very core, Liliarette conceded. More than that, this is rewriting everything—loyalty to Sister, disgust for Shimiz, the lies we tell to survive out here.
”Sister…! S-Shi-Shimiz is…” she choked out, the name tasting like betrayal and lifeline all at once.
The foreign object that had invaded me was pulsing with an eerie rhythm deep inside. There was no way this was just some kind of tool or statue. I’d heard that some noblewomen liked statuettes modeled after male parts, meant to fill the loneliness when their partners neglected them. But this? This was alive, demanding, the price of his protection in a world that ate the weak.
”Haaah, haaah…!”
Even so, the hole that was mine seemed to be happily welcoming the invasion. Against my own will, it was tightening around the object, joyfully gripping it, almost giving me the illusion it was claiming, You’re never leaving now—mirroring the trap of needing him to shield us.
I’m slowly growing used to the object… No, it feels like I’m accommodating it, bending to the harsh realities Sister’s faced alone too long. I kept taking deep, shuddering breaths to suppress the confusion and the frantic throbbing in my chest from all these first-time sensations, but interrupting that, it finally started to move.
”Nngh, nn-ahh-ahh-ahh!? Hah, aah…! Hngyuu!?” she cried out, jolting as pleasure twisted into something shamefully profound.
A strong hand gripped my waist, and without mercy, it started to roughly grind and gouge into me! What is this…? Th-this is incredible…! I’ve never felt anything like this…!? The potion burned, sure—but it unlocked hungers she’d buried under propriety, hungers survival demanded she face.
”Ngh! Ooooh…!!”
This has to be the effect of the substance they made me drink earlier. It must be! Without that, there’s no way I—a first-timer—would be feeling this electric stimulus course through my body with every thrust, making me leak such indecent sounds… There’s just no way, I tell you…! Or maybe… this is just being human, flawed and desperate.
”Hah, aahh!! Hii, ee…! Oh, oh, nnghyyy…! U-un-don’t move…! If you hit my depths… hyuii!?” she pleaded, even as her pleas rang hollow against rising want.
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh…! What… what power is this!? I can’t escape… My legs, I can’t move them! Even as I was thinking this, my bottom was continuously being slapped. The thick, hard object thrashed wildly inside the tight space, churning and persistently pumping back and forth—each clash echoing the beat of their fragile alliance.
”Sister…!? Th-this… i-is s*x… i-is this making a baby!? Hah-oohh!! Ah, nnn-ahh!! Don’t make a baby…! Noo…!” she begged, panic over consequences sharpening the thrill to a knife’s edge.
I tried desperately to escape, tilting my body forward. But as if sensing my move, the two arms gripping my waist moved to wrap around my abdomen.
”Ngh-heh!?”
He locked his arms beneath my lower belly and held me in a tight embrace. Now, whatever I tried, I couldn’t escape—like fate locking the three of us together against the darkness.
”Ngh-ee, hii, haaah!! Oh…! No, stop…! Don’t hit the center…!” she wailed.
It aggressively pumped back and forth inside me over and over. My insides were being forcefully expanded, its shape likely being permanently reshaped. B-but… even so…! W-what incredible stimulation…! Nngh-nnn…? Does Sister… do this every day with him…? Trading pieces of herself for our safety?
I found myself picturing the act between my sister and Shimiz. And then, I realized the strange truth: the Shimiz who just flashed into my mind now didn’t bring any feeling of disgust. Instead, I saw him as a protector, the only one who could defend us sisters deep in this Demon Forest. A strange, warm emotion, unlike anything I’d ever felt for another man, began to overflow—gratitude twisting into something dangerously like love.
”Hey, Lilia. Will you tell me one more time?” her Older Sister asked, her voice right next to Liliarette’s ear.
”W-what is it, ooh…!”
”That you like him.”
”………!”
I-if I say that out loud right now…! I’ll definitely stop being myself…! No… I absolutely can’t say it out loud! Because if I say that, I’ll be…! Part of this messy, necessary bond.
”Please. If you do, Lilia… you’ll feel even better, you know?”
”I love him! I love Shimiz! Love, love, love, love, I love him so much! Shimiz, I love you!” she screamed, completely giving in—the words freeing something broken open inside.
In that very instant, a spark shot across her vision, and her heart gave a profound thump. The stinging sensation that had been attacking her lower belly transformed into pure pleasure with every grinding shove.
”Aah-aah-aah-ahh!? Haaah-aaah…! Ooh-ooh-ooh…! H-iii-iiii…! What is this…!?”
Ahhh…! I can’t stop it anymore…! Th-this is how wonderful it is to make a baby…! No—it’s the raw truth of connection, risks and all.
Their bodies locked in fervent union, rhythms syncing as ecstasy built—power igniting deep within, cresting in shared release that bound them irrevocably.
”Oh-ee-eee!? Th-there…! Pleasure… w-won’t stop-nyaa-iiiii…!!” she whimpered.
She realized she was making an obviously vulgar sound and grit her teeth. This was definitely not a sound she wanted anyone to hear—but in this moment, it was honest.
”Fuuu-uuu, fuh, nngh-fuu-uuu!! Fuh, hiii, fah, nngh-fuh, fuuuu-uuu!!”
”Lilia… you have an amazing face right now,” the sister observed—seeing not shame, but awakening.
”………!”
Even as she clenched her teeth to keep the sounds from escaping, she couldn’t control her expression. And in that very moment, a finger brushed the blindfold.
”Eh…”
The finger instantly pulled the blindfold away. And there, directly in front of her four-legged posture, was a large mirror. This was certainly a mirror that had been in the room from the start. But somehow, it had been moved to face her.
”Th-this is… Nngh…!”
The mirror showed her, on all fours, lost in the act. The one reflected behind her was, of course, Shimiz. Shimiz wore an expression of intense pleasure, and, meeting her eyes in the mirror, he was driving forward with raw need.
I’m being taken by Shimiz, the man my sister loves. Just a moment ago, the sight of this would have made her vomit. But the Liliarette reflected in the mirror was making an expression just as intensely pleasurable as Shimiz’s. She was gritting her teeth, and a thin thread of saliva was running from the corner of her lip.
To have such a pathetic face seen, and such indecent noises heard continuously… I can’t possibly marry anyone else now… Except Shimiz. This vulnerability? It’s ours now.
”Ngh-hi-eee!? Sh-Shimiz…! Haaah, I, I’m being taken by Shimiz…! A-am I going to be impregnated!?”
”Liliarette…! I love you, too, Liliarette!” Shimiz confessed, his voice thick with desire—real, earned in the fire.
”………!”
Hearing Shimiz say he loved her, the disgust vanished, replaced by an overflow of adoration. At the same time, her body responded fully, pulling him deeper into their pact.
”Kwoh…! It’s tightening even more!” Shimiz gasped, his breath hitching.
And in this state, Shimiz used his arms, locked around her lower belly, to pull her body closer, embedding fully. Held at that deepest point, the movement peaked in shuddering release.
”Nngh-ohhh…”
Across her entire canal, she felt his pulse intimately. His essence surged, flooding her core with heat that sparked otherworldly power—each wave crashing rapture through her, sealing the ritual’s truth.
”…………!!? Ah-hii, oh… A-aah-aah…!? I-ii-hii-iiii-iiii…!!?” she screamed, eyes rolling up and her tongue thrusting out instinctively—barriers gone in honest abandon.
Ah… this is… the hook that changes everything. Sister shared it willingly… binding us in this wild joy under his watch.
”A-hii-iii…” she moaned softly.
The Liliarette reflected had saliva dripping from her thrust-out tongue. Anyone looking would only see an animal greedily devouring the pleasure being given to her. But Shimiz also wore a deeply satisfied expression. We are giving this ecstasy to each other now. Thinking that, she felt a strange, deep happiness. Ahh… I want to feel this pleasure and happiness forever…
I don’t know how long we stayed like that. I seemed to have lost consciousness. I was supposed to be on all fours with Shimiz, but now I was lying on my back. Next to me, my Sister was visible, her bottom thrust out, her upper body sunk into the bed.
My sister was trembling all over, and white, thick fluid was spilling from her groin. Looking at my own crotch, I saw the same fluid was there. Shimiz must have claimed my sister’s body after mine. The thought of both sisters being shared like this… weighs heavy, but in this forest, it’s the pact that keeps us breathing.
”Ah… you’re awake? Are you… alright?” Shimiz asked, his voice gentle.
”…Yes. I… I apologize for the unsightly display…”
”N-no. The fault is mine…” Shimiz responded.
Though he had taken her with animal intensity, Shimiz’s face was now peaceful. But I still didn’t feel like I could move my body. It’s embarrassing to have my private parts exposed, but I can’t even cover them…
”Actually, I’m surprised,” he continued.
”About what…?”
”The Magical Girl power. I thought it would take longer than just today, but you’ve already cleared the condition. All that’s left is for us to exchange our vows, and I can bestow the Magical Girl power on you, Liliarette.”
Ah… right, this was a ritual to receive the Magical Girl power, wasn’t it…? It seems Shimiz didn’t just use our bodies for his own pleasure; he properly completed the ritual, too. That means all that deeply sensual time was truly necessary to gain the Magical Girl power. It seems a little too convenient for Shimiz, but we all found release in it. Even though it was my first time…
I suddenly felt embarrassed by the fact that I had reached climax during my very first s*xual encounter with a man I had just met. Am I… lustful…? But… I won’t ever show that face or make those sounds to anyone else but Shimiz.
”Well then, allow me to ask you again. Liliarette… will you become a Magical Girl…?”
”Yes… I would be delighted,” she replied, nodding to his request, feeling as if she had just been proposed to.
And Shimiz sealed their covenant with a kiss. It was undoubtedly the same touch she’d first felt. It seems her Sister had played a trick on her after all…
And thus, a supernatural power found its home in her entire body—born from messy truths, not fairy tales.
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Summary:
Liliarette’s forceful initiation into the ‘Magical Girl’ ritual by Shimiz culminates in her first explosive climax. The unexpected, intense pleasure and her confession of love for Shimiz, despite her noble upbringing, breaks her spirit and prepares her for the power. The mirror scene forces her to accept her own lust. She wakes up next to her Sister, who has also been with Shimiz, and accepts the power transfer, sealing the covenant with a kiss and becoming the second Magical Girl.
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Character Insight:
Liliarette undergoes a total collapse of her formal persona, finding a confusing but deep affection and sense of protection from Shimiz. Her intense reaction proves she is far from cold, but deeply passionate, easily overwhelmed by sensation. Shimiz is revealed to be a dedicated, if s*xually aggressive, partner who views the act as a necessary magical rite.
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Behind the Scene:
The intimate ritual is the method for granting ‘Magical Girl’ power, making the s*xual act a necessary plot point for power progression. The Older Sister is an active and knowing participant, viewing the intimate exchange as both a route to power and a way to secure Liliarette’s future and happiness. The text confirms Liliarette’s virginity loss and subsequent power gain.
Notes:
• Liliarette – The other Princess, who sacrificed her ability to walk and her sorcery talent to save her sister, Cleonora. She is imprisoned in the East Tower and is being used as a political and monetary pawn by Viorga. C-cup, true golden hair, waist-length hair, the fringe was a slightly blunt, hair on her left side was braided to the chest.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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