Volume 4 Chapter 107 The Princess Offering Her Virginity
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
We captured Exil, the princess of the former Kingdom of Nakuos¹. She was the one who summoned us as heroes in the first place. She exiled me and plotted an invasion of the Demon Race Country² using Yomi and the other heroes. As a result, the Kingdom of Nakuos was destroyed, and she fled. It’s more accurate to call her a former princess now.
We began training her to squeeze out information. However, Korukona, who held a grudge against the princess, got a bit too heated with the training. Torture-like behavior is, as expected, a bad idea. To calm down the cat-eared girl, we took a break in another room—leaving the princess behind with an Orgasm Prohibition Status³.
For about an hour, I loved my wives. Embracing Lifia’s soft limbs, gently stroking Tifi’s swollen belly, accepting Kéa’s intense clinging, sliding my tongue across Yomi’s slender back, and playfully biting Korukona’s cat ears. Over and over, I poured heat into them. Korukona, in particular, reached the peak many times while burying her face in my chest, finally seeming to calm down.
”It wasn’t something decided by that princess alone. It wasn’t just her; there must have been intentions from the entire country as well,” Taro said.
It was a political intention. It’s not something a princess could decide autocratically.
”So…” Taro started.
”Yeah, I understand,” Korukona replied. She nodded slightly, wrapping her tail around my waist. Yomi, standing beside us, shrugged with a bitter smile.
”Well, I guess so. It’s probably not all her fault,” Yomi said.
It seemed their anger had softened somewhat. What a relief. Then, we returned to the SM room.
Princess Exil, still bound to the restraint chair, was in a wretched state. Her face was a mess of sweat, tears, and drool; her crotch was soaking wet with love juice and sea salt. The clip rotors fixed to her nipples and clitoris vibrated subtly, and the vicious sphere vibrator embedded in her anus continued to churn through her internals. Despite this, due to the crotch tattoo⁴‘s orgasm prohibition setting, while endless waves of pleasure washed over her, the peak was never permitted.
”Please… let me, let me go…!” Exil begged. Her voice was raspy, mixed with sobs. Her once-haughty eyes were moist and losing focus. Ordinarily, there’s no telling how many times she would have reached the peak. Forced to endure that much pleasure only to be stopped right before the end, she was on the verge of madness.
Lifia approached her.
”Do you want to go that badly?” Lifia asked, whispering gently yet cruelly into the princess’s ear.
”P-Please…!” Exil cried.
”Then let me confirm. Who are you?” Lifia asked.
”I-I am… the Princess of the Kingdom of Nakuos… Exil Rona Nakuos…” Exil replied.
”That’s not right, is it?” Lifia said, her voice turning cold as she denied her.
”You are Master’s slave. A lewd ass-hole sex-slave who takes pleasure in having her rear-pussy violated despite being a virgin,” Lifia said.
”N-No… I-I am…!” Exil’s cheeks flushed deep red with shame.
Lifia let out a sigh and looked back at me.
”Master, it seems she’s not there yet. This slave doesn’t want to go yet,” Lifia said.
”Can’t be helped then. Shall we leave her like this overnight?” Taro asked.
As we turned our backs to head for the door—
”W-Wait! Please wait!” Exil screamed with a desperate, raspy voice.
”Hmm?” Taro turned back. The princess’s face was distorted with tears as she desperately searched for words.
”I-I am…!” Exil started. Inside her, desire and pride clashed violently. Her last bit of pride as a princess versus her madness-inducing thirst for the peak.
”I am… desuwa…” Exil whispered in a voice that seemed ready to fade away.
I waited in silence.
”More clearly. You have to say it in a loud voice, right?” Lifia asked.
”Ahii!” Exil shrieked as Lifia pulled the nipple clip rotor. Her ample breasts were hoisted up, the cherry-colored tips distorting.
”There couldn’t possibly be such a playful princess who begs to have her butt violated despite being new to this, right?” Lifia asked.
”Uuu…” Exil whimpered.
”Look at this,” Lifia said. This time, she gripped the fun toy and began to push and pull it with a swish, swish. The giant sphere made fun water sounds as it went in and out, exploring her back path.
”Ooh! Nhoo!” Exil’s waist bounced, making the restraint belts creak.
”Doesn’t it feel good?” Lifia asked.
”It… it feels good desuwa…! M-My seat feels so good… but I can’t c*m-desuno…!” Exil cried.
”Then you know what to do, don’t you?” Lifia asked.
Her tears wouldn’t stop. The proud Princess Exil finally began to weave the words that acknowledged her true self with trembling lips.
”I am… Master’s… Mr. Taro’s… back-path fun-slave… desuwa…!” Exil admitted. In her eyes floated tears, humiliation, and despair. But at the same time, an uncontrollable expectation flickered.
”Then, I’ll tell you the way to reach the peak,” Taro said quietly. Exil gulped. Her blue eyes, wet with tears, caught mine despite her fear.
”W-What is it…!?” Exil asked.
”Team-up by my p**is,” Taro replied.
”What…!?” Exil’s face turned beet-red in an instant. Her trembling lips desperately searched for words.
”M-My… purity belongs to the country… something like that…!” Exil managed a final resistance. But her voice was already raspy and lacked strength.
”If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I don’t mind continuing this ‘denial hell’ as it is,” Taro said, reaching out his finger to lightly poke her secret fold.
”Ahi! Nhiee!” Exil squealed.
Puff, splash, splash! Her waist, still tied to the restraint table, bounced violently. A large amount of love sweat overflowed from her new vaginal opening and dripped onto the floor. Yet, even so, she did not reach the peak. With the effect of the crotch tattoo and the long hours of teasing, her body had already passed its limit.
”Look, see. The princess’s new pussy is begging for my p**is,” Taro said.
”Hitch, I-I am…” Exil turned her face away out of shame, but the sound of the honey ceaselessly spilling from her crotch told the true story of her desire. I glanced at Lifia and had her release the restraints.
When the leather belts were removed, the princess looked as if she would collapse powerlessly, but she managed to support herself on her knees. As I sat down on the room’s sofa, Tifi lowered my pants and took out my ready power rod. My tool was already fully prepared. Pre-juice trailed from the tip, pulsing.
Exil gulped audibly. Her gaze was nailed to my p**is.
”Put it in yourself,” Taro ordered.
”That… n-no! I’ll put it in! Please let me put it in!” Exil cried. Ordered, Exil stood up on trembling knees—in a state more shameful than being naked, wearing only a tiara and a corset. In the form of a fun-slave, still holding the toy in her rear spot. She approached me unsteadily, blue eyes filled with tears and cheeks stained scarlet. Then, she straddled me. From her hot, wet secret fold, love sweat dripped and touched the tip.
”Ahi!” Exil gasped. They hadn’t touched directly yet. They were only connected by the trailing mucus. Even so, it seemed to be enough stimulation for her, having been heightened to her limit and becoming sensitive.
Puff, puff, splash. Along with her cries, a large amount of love sweat overflowed and dripped to the floor. While her knees trembled, she lowered her waist.
Smooch. The hot, wet fold touched the tip.
”Nnh…!” Exil let out a small moan.
At that moment, the sensation of my power rod being wrapped in new honey surged up my spine like an electric current. It was hot. Slimy and with a clinging softness. The princess’s vaginal opening, teased for so long, invited me in like a living thing. In a face-to-face seated position, the girl clung to me closely. Exil’s white, ample shoulders were pressed against my chest, distorting their shape.
”Haa, haa…” Exil panted. She bit her lip and began to sink her waist further. Her new fun-pot was forced open by my rod. But it was narrow. The fun of a newbie who didn’t know teams was extremely tight, trying to push the p**is back out. As the tip entered, the hot fun walls tightened around me from all sides. The sensation of the tip rubbing against the soft folds scorched my brain with unbearable pleasure.
Partway into the girl’s spot, I felt a small resistance. The barrier. Yet, she didn’t stop. To escape the denial hell, she chose to offer her purity herself.
”Hiee…! It… it hurts… desuwa…” Exil cried.
Snap. The barrier broke, and the fun pot welcomed the p**is to its base. The tip pushed up against the core.
”Nhaaaaa!!” Exil’s body arched like a bow. The long-forbidden peak finally arrived. The waves of the first peak her new vagina had ever tasted relentlessly tightened, rubbed, and stimulated my rod. The hot, slimy fun-folds moved like waves, savoring me from base to tip as if welcoming me. It was hot. The unbelievably hot new vagina wrapped around my entirety. Her honey and my pre-juice became entangled, and as the vaginal walls bucked and spasmed, they wrung out my p**is. Fun spray shot out, wetting the sofa.
”Coming…! I’m coming, I’m coming! Even though it’s my first time… this much…!” Exil cried. Princess Exil, having offered her purity with her own hands, was drowning in her first big c*m. She was intoxicated by the long-awaited pleasure. The haughty princess was gone. Standing there was nothing but a playful fun-slave driven wild by an inferior man’s power rod.
”Ah, haa, nhaaaaa!” Exil began to swing her hips frantically. Each time, she continued to reach the peak. In a state more shameful than naked, wearing only a tiara and a corset. A flower on a high peak that many men yearned for but could never reach. A wicked woman who bewitched and manipulated men with her beauty. That haughty princess was seeking my p**is, offering her new status herself, and writhing in madness from the peak. Such a sight filled my chest with heat. The sense of conquest and excitement made my rod even harder and thicker.
”Ahiiee! It’s… getting bigger again…! It’s reaching… all the way to the back…!” Exil couldn’t stop her waist despite her tears. Even though she kept going, the pleasure only increased instead of subsiding.
”I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming, but it won’t stop-desuno!” Exil cried. Peak hell. Following the denial hell was an endless chain of peaks she created with her own hip-swinging. Her vaginal walls repeatedly spasmed, tightening around me and spraying love sweat, yet she couldn’t be satisfied. Her desire was inexhaustible.
”Why is this happening!? I’m coming this much… but it won’t stop, I can’t stop it-desuno!” Exil cried out. I slowly thrust my waist up and told her flatly.
”I forgot to mention, but your excitement won’t subside until the condition is met,” Taro said.
”N-No… again!? Nhuu!” Exil’s eyes wavered with despair and expectation.
”What more… do you want me to do-desuno!?” Exil asked.
”The condition is an internal finish. Accepting my power juice with your core. Having my energy poured into you raw,” Taro replied.
”What!? S-Something like that…!” Exil’s face distorted with despair. Her blue eyes shook, and fresh tears traced down her cheeks. But her waist alone didn’t stop. Rather, reacting to my words, her vagina tightened with a squeeze. She had imagined it. The sight of the man’s energy being poured into her belly, her core. She had realized it. Her team instincts were screaming for it. That she wanted the power juice. That she wanted to team up fully. To be honest, I was also close to my limit. Every time I was tightened by the newbie’s masterpiece and rubbed by the hot fun walls, the urge to finish raced up my spine. I wanted to pour everything into this girl’s core right now.
But not yet. I have to make her say it herself. Unless the princess begs for full team-up from her own mouth, it has no meaning. Exil was in a fierce conflict. The fatigue of not wanting to reach the peak anymore and the fear of full commitment. Yet, the team desire to have it poured inside was uncontrollable.
”I want you to… put it inside… desuwa…” The words finally spilled out in a raspy voice.
”Why is that?” I asked mischievously.
”I… I don’t want to c*m anymore-desuno…! Continuing to c*m this much… I can’t take it anymore-desuwa…!” Exil cried. Then Lifia stepped forward.
”Because you don’t want to c*m? For that reason?” Lifia asked, whispering gently yet cruelly in her ear.
”Master’s power juice is not a punishment. It’s a reward, you know? To try and receive it reluctantly as a last resort… that shouldn’t be permitted, right?” Lifia asked.
”I-I didn’t mean to…” Exil stammered.
”I know. You actually want to team up fully, right? You want to fill your core with Master’s hot energy, don’t you?” Lifia asked.
”Uuu… I-I am…!” Exil’s cheeks flushed deep red with shame. The tears wouldn’t stop. Yet the vaginal fun wouldn’t let go of my rod. Seeking the energy, the core was sucking on the power opening.
”If you don’t say it properly, he won’t pour it in, you know?” Lifia’s voice entwined sweetly. “Say it properly. ‘Please put it inside.’ ‘Please pour your energy.’ ‘I want to team up fully.’ …Go on.”
”I am… hyaun!” Exil squealed as I thrust up from below without mercy, as if prying open the core with the tip.
”I-I understand desuwa…!” Exil shed tears and, with a trembling voice, began to weave the words. “I offer… this body, this core… to Mr. Taro desuwa…! I offer everything of myself desuwa…! So, please… please team me up fully…! I want to team up fully-desuwa…! I want you to use my core to grow Mr. Taro’s team…!”
The haughty Princess Exil had begged for full team-up herself. Offering her core and begging for my energy, she had become a mere teammate. I laughed and gripped the princess’s white seat firmly with both hands. The sensation of my fingers digging into the white fun and completely dominating her limbs was irresistible. Then, I lifted her body for a moment.
”Nhie!” Exil cried as the p**is came out with a pop. Yet the vaginal opening sucked at the tip as if loath to part. Then, I lowered the girl’s body. All at once. As if driving it into the deepest part. Deeply, strongly, I teamed her. The p**is entered the vaginal opening, explored the fun-spot, struck the core, and pushed up the center.
”Ahiiiiii!” Exil’s back arched like a bow. The vaginal walls wrung me out. Her fun, too, was seeking my energy.
”Good. Team up fully, Exil. Grow my team firmly inside,” Taro said.
Thump, thump… Spray, spray, spray!
”A, aaaaa!” Exil shrieked. Hot energy erupted from the base of the rod. With every pulse, a thick power flow poured into the princess’s core, filling the center.
”Nhaaaaa!! It’s coming in! Mr. Taro’s energy! So much into my core!” Exil cried. My pleasure had reached its zenith. Being wrung out by the newbie’s masterpiece while pouring energy directly into a noble princess’s core—that ultimate sense of conquest surged through my entire body.
”I’m going to team up fully, a team is going to grow-desuno!!” Exil, on the other hand, reached the peak of peaks, her whole body convulsing. With the core pried open, hot energy was poured in with a rush. The thick power flow filled the core, pushing it open and accumulating until it was nearly overflowing. She wrapped both arms around my neck and clung to my waist with both legs. As if clinging to me, she drowned in the full team-up peak. The fear of full commitment was painted over by the desire to team up fully. The vagina repeatedly contracted, trying to wring out every last drop of the poured energy. The core trembled with joy, savoring the pleasure of teaming up fully.
”Ah, aa… for it to feel this good…” Exil whispered. The princess’s pride was completely, trace-lessly shattered here. An ecstatic expression. Tears in her eyes, drool from her lips. The figure of a noble princess was no longer there. What remained was the figure of a mere fun-slave, receiving a male’s energy in her core and taking pleasure in teaming up fully.
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Summary:
Taro and his wives return to the interrogation room to continue the breaking of the former Princess Exil. Exil, pushed to her physical and mental limits by continuous mechanical stimulation and an orgasm-prohibition spell, eventually abandons her royal pride. She admits to being a sex-slave and begs for Taro to take her virginity to end her torture. Taro obliges, performing a brutal defloration that results in Exil begging to be impregnated to satisfy the magical conditions imposed on her.
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Character Insight:
This chapter marks the complete ego-death of Exil Rona Nakuos. Initially introduced as a haughty antagonist, she is reduced to a base biological state where physical pleasure and survival instincts override years of royal upbringing. The transition from ‘Princess’ to ‘Slave’ is facilitated by Lifia’s psychological pressure and the physical reality of the ‘denial hell,’ showing Taro’s absolute dominance over those who once looked down on him.
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Behind the Scene:
The use of ‘desuwa’ and ‘desuno’ even in her broken state highlights the archetypal ‘Ojou-sama’ (noble daughter) trope common in Japanese erotica, where the contrast between high social status and low sexual degradation provides the primary thematic appeal.
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Notes:
• Kingdom of Nakuos – The nation where the protagonist and companions were summoned as heroes.
• Korukona – A cat-eared girl with amber eyes. She is brave but vulnerable, showing honesty and gratitude. Taro rescues her from the pirate and plans to send her to her village.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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