Chapter 58 The Ecstasy of Complete Surrender꞉ The Princess Sister Who Will Be Impregnated
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
My sister was still locked in Shimuzu’s fierce embrace, her raw cries echoing like a wild beast’s—proof of the bliss surging through her after so much longing.
Right before my eyes, I had the perfect angle on their intimate union, thanks to Shimuzu lifting her legs high, ensuring I caught every glistening hint of their connection. Why flaunt it so boldly, I wondered, even as my eyes refused to look away from that mesmerizing sight.
Shimuzu eased back slowly, withdrawing his heated length. As it finally slipped free, a creamy essence spilled from her flushed, swollen folds in thick waves.
Her entrance quivered open, pulsing and leaking that sticky fluid endlessly.
Some dripped in heavy splats to the floor, while rivulets trailed warmly down her thigh. A glistening thread of their mingled release stretched between her core and his still-throbbing shaft—the sheer lewdness of it held me captive, hinting at the flood he’d poured deep into her womb.
Yet even after claiming her so fully, Shimuzu’s desire stood rigid and pulsing in the air.
No question now: that relentless hunger was turning toward me next. As he withdrew, my sister’s body slumped limp onto the bed, spent.
Her expression said it all—waves of ecstasy had robbed her hips and legs of strength.
Her nipples strained stiffly, achingly vulgar… but I’d shared enough nights with him to know no flesh could resist that overwhelming rapture.
Shimuzu always craves it from behind—some custom from his distant lands, perhaps. He approached me then, his erect form swaying as I lay helpless on the bed. “Liliarette…” he murmured.
His exotic features, once so foreign to me, loomed close. I’d recoiled from them at first, a sharp rejection stirring inside. But now?
Familiarity had softened it all into quiet warmth. Truth be told, affection bloomed there now. He’d granted me Magical Girl powers, the gift of flight.
Sure, I owed him for that, but was I simple for craving him just because he’d claimed my body? This was my first taste of such intimacy, and with my sister nearby, it felt strangely reassuring. So I met his kiss without a flicker of doubt.
”Mmh… mmm, nnghh… nn, haah…”
Our tongues twisted in a deep, hungry dance.
His kisses always ignite me instantly, my body eager to welcome him. A thrill races through me, knowing I stir him this much.
Even with Fairy Ami’s charm warding off conception, I sense the day will come when we’ll both swell with his heirs. My core aches for it already, fluttering wildly from just his lips.
The languid sweetness dizzied my mind, while heat blazed low in my belly. I slipped a finger down during the kiss—yep, slick and ready, primed for him anytime.
Shimuzu cradled my face, flooding my mouth with his essence. I savored it, swirling my tongue with his, swallowing every drop. Then I returned the favor, pushing my warmth into him.
We traded breaths and saliva in a heated exchange before he pulled back, a shimmering strand linking our lips. “Mmm… aahf,” I gasped, flushed. He shifted onto the bed, flipping me stomach-down with ease.
From behind, as expected. Legs useless, I still arched my arms to lift my hips, offering myself just right. He’d see everything—my heated core, my hidden depths.
Shame burned hot, but the thrill of arousing him drowned it out. His hands roamed my curves, then parted them wide for a lingering view. I begged him to hurry, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. He just smiled, savoring my blush—that teasing glint in him I’m still learning to love.
”NNNGGHHH OOOOHHHHHH OHHHH…!!?”
A guttural wail ripped from me, sharper than my sister’s, as he plunged deep in one fierce stroke. His thick length stretched my newly awakened core, forging straight to my innermost sanctum.
Kuh…! Too vast, too intense! I felt every ridge, every throb buried within. He savored this angle, hips snapping forward in ruthless rhythm.
Nothing left but my shameless cries filling the room. They only fueled him harder, wilder.
Any other man would repulse me—but Shimuzu? It twisted everything into fierce devotion. The deeper he drove from behind, the more my heart bound to him.
”Liliarette…! What’s gotten into you today…! Kuh…! Those sounds… they’re driving me wild!” He gasped it out.
How mortifying! Utterly mortifying! Still, some wicked part craved him hearing more. His thrusts angled upward, battering my depths relentlessly.
This raw claiming felt total. Born royal, groomed for a king’s bed to forge alliances— that future dissolved now. My true role: stand by Shimuzu, nurture his lineage, thrive in this realm.
Ah… the thought alone sparked pure joy!
His length swelled inside, pulsing with imminent release. I knew that peak bliss, the ecstasy that shattered my sister—it loomed for me too. Anxiety and longing crested just as a cry shattered the air.
”Liliaretteee!”
”—!?” He seized my arms, yanking them back. My torso bowed sharply, utterly exposed. Pinned like that, I surrendered fully as he hammered home. Lights burst in my vision. My lewdest scream yet tore free, mouth agape, tongue lolling, drool trailing helplessly. Arms locked, legs limp—my body was his instrument alone. Nothing to do but await his seed.
My eyes flicked sideways. There was my sister, fingers buried in her still-leaking core, lost in self-touch. How long?! The whole time, even as he took me? She watched my ravishing, drank in my cries.
Soon she’d witness my claiming too. Too late for shame now, though it still scorched. Intimacy fueled my powers and his life—essential, yes, but raw exposure lingered. His breaths turned ragged, primal.
His world narrowed to me, to filling this vessel. In this instant, we were one—his sacred future battering mine with every slam. Tremors rocked my core, my mind. Love swelled boundless.
Oh… can’t hold back… if he unleashes now… I’m his forever…
”Liliarette…! Kugh… uugh…!”
His length surged, then erupted—hot floods painting my depths with his essence. Lightning ecstasy ripped through me, my core singing rapture to every nerve.
Pinned and helpless, I could only embrace it. My cry matched hers, animal and free.
Relief washed over: no matter how debased, he’d cherish it, crave it more. My sister and I were forged for him—bodies yielding such peaks proved it.
No regrets left. I’d seize every shiver of delight, bind myself eternally as his devoted wife.
And in that peak of joy, darkness claimed me.
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Summary:
Liliarette’s emotional journey reaches a climax as she witnesses her sister’s state of post-impregnation ecstasy, intensifying her own desire and shame. She is then completely taken by Shimuzu, leading to a profound moment of surrender where she fully accepts her destiny to bear his children, culminating in her ecstatic impregnation. The chapter explores the dark romance of devotion and the overwhelming nature of physical pleasure, confirming Liliarette’s absolute loyalty and love for Shimuzu.
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Character Insight:
Liliarette’s internal conflict—her royal propriety clashing with her explosive, vulgar cries of pleasure—is the key insight. Her intellectual acknowledgment of shame is completely overridden by a physical and emotional devotion, leading her to realize that her true destiny is to be Shimuzu’s consort and the mother of his bloodline. Her love is now absolute, rooted in the intensity of their physical connection.
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Behind the Scene:
The scene is carefully constructed to show the transference of power and desire. Shimuzu’s act of forcing Liliarette to witness her sister’s climax, and then the sister watching Liliarette’s own, establishes a system of shared submission and voyeuristic arousal, cementing the bond between the three characters under Shimuzu’s dominance. The ‘Magical Girl’ system is subtly reinforced by linking the sexual act directly to a future status change.
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.
• Ami – A palm-sized fairy-like being from a world separate from both Earth and the isekai realm. She has light blue hair tied in a ponytail, mischievous blue eyes, and tiny wings that flutter behind her. Her outfit consists of a provocative high-cut leotard and a short jacket that looks like a miniskirt from the back, leaving her legs bare. Despite her playful appearance, she is actively searching for a contractor who can protect her from dangerous pursuers in exchange for the powers she offers.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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