Chapter 83 Mercuria Kingdom Uprising, Part ⑭
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Here we are, just steps from the throne room… but is Gebrock really there?
”No doubt about it,” Alusia spat, her voice dripping with disdain, as if even speaking his name soiled her tongue. “That vile man is obsessed with power. Once he claimed the throne, he’d never stray far from it.”
Her contempt was palpable, her words sharp enough to cut.
”Well, if he’s there, that makes it simple,” Kanata said with a shrug. “Once we reach the throne room, you can punch him, slice him, whatever suits you. Maya, I’m counting on you for the rest.”
”Got it,” Maya replied softly. “Be careful, Kanata-kun.”
With her words lingering, Kanata vanished from sight.
”…I know it’s a bit late to say this,” Alusia murmured, “but Master’s skill is unreal. Half the kingdom’s soldiers are away on campaigns, yet infiltrating the Royal Palace shouldn’t be this easy…”
Maya gave a wry chuckle. “Easy? I wouldn’t exactly call it that…”
The Mercuria Royal Palace was no simple fortress. Its defenses were legendary, designed to repel even the mightiest invaders.
First, five concentric Castle Walls encircled the palace, each a formidable barrier. Beyond the outermost Fifth Wall lay a deep, wide moat, capable of halting an army of thousands in its tracks.
Even if an enemy breached the Fifth Wall, they’d face the sprawling granary fields between it and the Fourth Wall—a vast, open expanse with nowhere to hide, leaving invaders exposed to archers and artillery.
Should they somehow reach the Fourth Wall, they’d enter a bustling town street resembling any ordinary city. But the moment an army appeared, the townsfolk would transform into a militia, fighting with desperate ferocity to protect their homes and loved ones. They knew the stakes: defeat meant plunder, and worse for their families. They’d risk everything, becoming a living wall to buy time.
Meanwhile, between the Third and Second Walls lay the noble street, where aristocrats prepared counterattacks. Joined by the militia, they’d unleash a relentless assault, ensuring no enemy could pass without catastrophic losses. By the time an invader reached the First Wall, the Royal Capital would be reduced to ash—a testament to the cost of such an assault.
And even then, the Royal Palace itself awaited, guarded by the elite Royal Guard Division and an arsenal of magical weapons. This impregnable defense had never fallen to foreign invasion.
…Of course, as the recent coup d’état proved, no fortress is immune to betrayal from within.
What about a small group sneaking in? Posing as commoners was futile—strict gate checks required permits, and without one, entry was impossible. Even with a permit, the granary fields marked the limit for most. Only citizens, licensed merchants, or adventurers could proceed further.
An infiltrator disguised as a merchant or adventurer might reach the town street between the Fourth and Third Walls, blending in unnoticed. But beyond that, the noble street—home to nobles and their private armies—required a special permit issued by a noble, with a chaperone ensuring no missteps.
Past the Second Wall, only nobles could enter. And beyond the First Wall? The Royal Palace itself, accessible only to a select few, with security so tight that sneaking in was a fool’s errand.
Yet here they were—Maya and Alusia, standing before the throne room, the most heavily guarded place in the palace.
How had they done it? Simple, in a way. They’d traversed a dungeon that connected directly to the palace’s underbelly, emerging in its backyard. For Alusia, who’d grown up here, navigating to the throne room unseen would’ve been child’s play… except it wasn’t. Maya’s shadow jump had carried them through, a grueling feat neither cared to dwell on.
”Let’s do this,” Maya said, gripping the door.
”Right,” Alusia nodded. “Open it, and I’ll use your Shadow Dive to get us right in front of the throne. Then, Gebrock gets what’s coming to him.”
”Exactly.”
Maya flung the door open, seizing Alusia’s waist as she activated Shadow Dive. Darkness swallowed them for an instant, and then—there he was. A man’s face froze in shock.
”Gebrock!” Alusia roared, lunging forward. Her fist slammed into the toad-like man’s face, sending him flying with a guttural “Gueh!”
As he crumpled, Alusia stood over him, her expression radiant with triumph. Maya, watching, let out a small sigh. This princess is something else.
* * *
Meanwhile, Kanata had parted ways with the others, heading for the king’s private chambers. Rumor had it a hidden door there led to the city core, the heart of Mercuria’s power. If Gebrock had succeeded in his coup, he might’ve tapped into its energy. But if Alusia was right, the room should be empty.
Still, caution was key. Kanata eased the door open and slipped inside, masking his presence.
…What’s this?
A faint presence stirred in the supposedly empty room. Kanata crept closer, senses sharp.
On the bed lay a girl, fast asleep, her breathing soft and steady.
He could’ve left her be, but if she woke during his mission to secure the city core, it could complicate things.
”Well then… let’s get to it.”
Kanata extended threads from his palm, deftly binding the girl’s limbs to restrain her. Then…
Splash, splash.
A faint sound of water echoed. A strange sensation welled up from deep within, stirring her awake.
What… What’s happening?
Her eyes snapped open. A stranger was… there, at her groin.
”No! Stop! What is this?!”
A bizarre, tingling sensation coursed through her, disorienting her senses.
”Oh, finally awake?” the man said, lifting his head from between her thighs with a casual grin.
She didn’t recognize him.
”Who are you?! What’s going on?!”
Frantic, she scanned her surroundings. It was a familiar room—the one she’d insisted on using, once the king’s own chambers.
”Who are you?! Do you know who I am? I’m Konia Turner!”
”Turner?” The man raised an eyebrow. “As in, Gebrock’s daughter?”
”You know my father? Then release me at once! I’ll plead for leniency if you do.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Bold words, miss, but you don’t seem to grasp your situation.”
The man’s hand seized her chest, his grip firm and unyielding. Only then did she realize—she was completely bare, exposed to his gaze.
”Let go of me!” she snapped, her voice sharp with defiance.
”Oh, I like that fire in you,” he said, a smirk curling his lips as his fingers brushed her groin.
A jolt shot through her. What… what is this feeling?
She couldn’t stifle the gasp that escaped as an unfamiliar sensation pulsed through her groin. “What did you do?!”
Something warm trickled down, soaking her skin and staining the bed beneath her. What is this…?
A strange pressure built inside her, as if her body were being reshaped from within. Her breath came in ragged gasps. What’s happening to her?
”You’re feeling it, aren’t you?” he said, leaning closer, his hand finding her chest again.
The touch sent a shock through her, like lightning coursing through her veins. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt—just his fingers on her skin, and yet her body reacted as if electrified.
He kneaded her chest, molding it with a rhythm that should’ve hurt but didn’t. Instead… Why does this feel… good?
Before she knew it, she was giving in, her resistance crumbling under the weight of sensation. Soft moans slipped from her lips, unbidden. “Ngh… ah…”
”That’s it,” he murmured. “Such a sweet voice.”
A rising heat surged from her groin, a tingling urgency that made her feel like she might lose control. Her body trembled, teetering on the edge.
And then—No… did she just…?
A convulsion rocked her, a flood of sensation overwhelming her senses. Something spilled from her, though she couldn’t name it.
”Ready for more?” he asked, his hand drifting back to her groin.
”No! Not there!” she cried, but he ignored her, his fingers probing with deliberate intent.
Something pushed inside her, a strange, massaging pressure that felt both alien and intoxicating. “What is this?!” she gasped, torn between fear and an unsettling pleasure.
He didn’t stop. One finger became two, then three, stretching her further. “There we go,” he said, almost casually. “All in.”
All in?
She glanced down, horrified to see his arm buried inside her. “No! What is this?!”
He moved, and a wave of pleasure crashed over her, raw and unrelenting. Her abdomen clenched, her body shaking uncontrollably. This… it’s too much!
”No! I can’t—!” she screamed, another climax ripping through her. Her core burned, as if something were about to burst free.
He didn’t relent, his movements growing fiercer. A new sensation built, urgent and unstoppable, like a dam about to break. No, it’s going to—!
PSHHH!
A torrent surged from her, uncontrollable, soaking the bed. She collapsed, limp with exhaustion, her breath ragged.
He smirked, satisfied, and slowly withdrew his arm, holding it up to show her the glistening liquid coating it. “Know what this is?”
She stared, dazed. “What…?”
”Proof you’re a naughty girl,” he said, his voice low as he touched her groin again.
The tingling returned, sharper this time. It’s happening again!
”No, please, stop—” she squeezed her eyes shut, but another gush followed, warm and humiliating. Did I… wet myself?
She was frozen, mortified, but he only laughed. “Now, for the main event.”
He revealed himself, his arousal stark and undeniable, and before she could protest, he thrust inside her.
A scream tore from her throat as pleasure and pain collided, her body electrified by the intensity. Her mind went blank, consumed by the overwhelming sensation.
”Ah! No!” she gasped, her voice breaking into incoherent cries. Her core pulsed, her thoughts dissolving into a haze. This… she’s never felt anything like this!
Fear gripped her, but her body betrayed her, moving in sync with his rhythm. “Stop! Please!” she begged, but he only grew more relentless.
”Here it comes!” he growled.
”No!”
A searing heat flooded her core, her body trembling as if her very womb were celebrating the intrusion. What is this feeling…?
He pulled out, leaving her breathless, and pressed himself to her lips, still slick with her own fluids. “Clean it up,” he ordered.
The scent was overpowering, yet… Why does it excite me?
Without thinking, her tongue darted out, tasting the strange, intoxicating mix. It’s… delicious.
Her body acted on its own, savoring every moment.
”Good,” he said, pushing her down again. “Again.”
”Wait, no—!”
But he was already inside her, the heat reigniting. This is… s*x, she realized, her body responding despite her will.
”Ah! No!” Her cries grew desperate, pleasure drowning out reason.
He didn’t stop, each thrust pushing her further into a haze of sensation. Another climax hit, then another, until she was nothing but a trembling shell.
”More!” he roared, relentless.
No… I can’t take it!
It went on, an endless cycle of violation and surrender, until her mind was a blank canvas painted only with desire.
* * *
”You’re mine now,” he said, his voice cold. “My pet. Understand, kitten? If you do, meow for me.”
Her mind was white static, consumed by the need for his approval, for the pleasure he gave. “Yes… meow. Please… take care of me… meow.”
To please her master, she took him into her mouth, tasting the mix of her own fluids and his, eager to prove her devotion.
* * *
Meanwhile…
Alusia stood triumphant, her fist still tingling from the blow that had felled Gebrock. Her vengeance was complete.
But in the shadows, Kanata had claimed his own prize, turning Gebrock’s daughter into his pet. His cruelty, as always, knew no bounds.
It’s just a matter of timing, isn’t it? Kanata thought, his lips curling into a faint smirk. Make her a pet now or a sex slave later—what’s the difference?
His words hung in the air, cold and calculating, as he surveyed the room. The king’s private chambers, once a symbol of untouchable power, now felt like his playground. Konia, trembling and broken, was merely a piece in his game—a means to an end, or perhaps just a fleeting amusement.
The city core lay just beyond the hidden door, its power calling to him. Whatever Gebrock had planned, Kanata would claim it for himself. After all, in this kingdom of chaos, only the ruthless thrived.
—
Author’s Note:
And so, Alusia-chan has finally fulfilled her vow to “punch Gebrock,” bringing her arc to a satisfying close! Meanwhile, Kanata’s darker side shines through, turning Gebrock’s daughter into his pet. True to form, he’s as ruthless as ever.
Notes:
• Gebrock – The usurper of Mercuria, Alusia’s sworn enemy, whose betrayal drives her to seek Kanata’s aid.
• Alusia – Fallen princess of Mercuria, clings to royal pride while navigating slavery, seeking vengeance. Appears: In a cramped slave trader’s carriage, shackled and reflective. Reason: Captured after her kingdom’s fall, now a slave. Event: Transported by slave merchants, intercepted by Kanata, beginning her servitude.
• May – Blonde, soft-eyed shrine girl. ch14–15. Gentle and pleading (“Please… just let us go…”), timid but loyal, relies on Mina’s strength. Came with Mina to save Sara, but was disarmed and bound by Kanata as his captive maid.
• Maya – Cheerful brown-haired girl, naturally charming and social, Kanata’s classmate and morning conversation neighbor.
• Konia – Gebrock (Alusia’s sworn enemy)’s daughter.
Please bookmark this series and rate ☆☆☆☆☆ on here!
Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
Thanks for reading.
Leave a Reply