Chapter 47 The Man Who Earns Affection Level from a Princess in a Toilet, Starting in the Daytime
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Uuungh…!”
But then, the urge to claim her, to lose myself in her, was a tide I couldn’t hold back. I crushed my lips against Liliarette’s, our tongues tangling in a desperate dance. The air was thick with her scent, a heady mix of woman and anticipation that sent my senses reeling.
”Liliarette…” I growled, my voice raw.
”N-no… Shimizu, not here…” she pleaded, but her words were weak, drowned out by the hunger between us.
I didn’t hesitate. I pushed her forward, her knees hitting the cold floor, her body arching over the drainage groove. The situation was absurd, degrading even, but the thrill of it only fueled the fire burning in my veins. I bared myself, crouched low, and joined us in a single, urgent motion.
”Auhn!?” She gasped, her body tensing as if to reject me, but it was too late. I was already moving, my rhythm frantic, driven by a need that brooked no argument. The former princess, reduced to this—to me—in a place like this. The irony wasn’t lost on me, but I didn’t care.
”Ngh! Shimizu… stop… please, the bed…” she cried, her voice breaking as I set a relentless pace.
Her body adjusted to mine, slowly at first, then with a desperation that matched my own. Her hips lifted, offering herself to me, and I gripped her waist, my hands branding her as I drove deeper, harder. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the small space, a primal rhythm that echoed off the walls.
”Hee… ngh… it’s too much… this way…” she choked, her voice a mix of protest and surrender.
The groove beneath us remained miraculously clean, any mess instantly converted into Resource Points. It was a small mercy, one I appreciated only in passing as I focused on the heat, the tightness, the way her body seemed to devour me.
”Kh… Liliarette… I’m close…” I grunted, my control slipping.
She gasped, her body arching as if to escape, but there was no escape. Not for either of us. I thrust deeper, my senses drowning in the sensation of her, the knowledge that I was marking her in the most primal way possible.
”Ha… ah…!”
”K-kh… it’s coming…!” I roared, my voice lost in the storm of my release.
I pulled her closer, burying myself in her as the world shattered around me. Her body convulsed, a violent shudder that seemed to wring every last drop of resistance from her. Even in her surrender, she clenched around me, milking me dry in a way that left me breathless.
”Oh… Liliarette… that was…” I managed, my voice hoarse with satisfaction.
”Heeeeeiiiiiii… this… this isn’t right… I can’t… stop… ngh!” she wailed, her voice a mix of pleasure and despair.
It was wrong. So wrong. But it felt so right. The thrill of dominating her here, in this place, was intoxicating. I lingered, savoring the heat of her body, the way she seemed to pulse around me even as I softened.
Daytime. Who knew? The realization struck me as I pulled away, a thick strand of evidence dripping from her before vanishing into the groove. Resource Points, always efficient.
Liliarette collapsed forward, her body limp, her face slack with the aftermath of her climax. It was a look I’d never forget—vulnerable, undone, utterly mine. If I’d had my phone, I’d have captured it.
I wiped her clean, tender despite the roughness of our encounter, and carried her to the bed. As I laid her down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between us. Impulse had led us here, but the consequences… those remained to be seen.
”Ah…”
It slopped into the groove directly below. But the instant it touched the bottom, it vanished, likely converted into Resource Points. (Was it just excrement that converted into Resource Points!? Ah, no… semen also passes through the urethra, so maybe it’s treated as waste!)
Well, it meant one less thing to clean, which was definitely convenient. Losing the support of my shaft, Liliarette collapsed forward onto her stomach. Still savoring the aftershocks of her climax, she was showing me a slack, utterly disreputable expression, her tongue lolling out. This was a look you’d never imagine on the normally sharp and sensible princess. It was… wonderful. If I’d had my phone, I would definitely have taken a picture.
I used a cloth to wipe the mess from her body that had been so thoroughly defiled by my desire. Once she was clean, I picked her up and carried her all the way to the bed.
As soon as I set her down, Liliarette glared at me, her face bright red.
”Please stop mounting me in the latrine…” she managed to say.
”Sorry. It’s just… you were too cute, Liliarette…” I apologized.
”I-Is that so… Well, I… I do understand your actions, Shimizu. My Magic Power increases, and… a-and… it did feel good, after all…”
Good. It didn’t sound like she was truly angry. I think the system’s effect of keeping her Affection Level fixed at a minimum of 50 was a huge factor here. It means that in her daily life, her Affection Level can never drop into the negative. She’s essentially always thinking, “Well, maybe it’s fine…” and it can’t go lower than that.
Besides, my other excuse is that I want to make Liliarette a 〈Slave of Love〉 as soon as possible. The conditions are strict, but I need to get her Affection Level close to 99.
To cover my slip-up, I gave her a kiss so light that our lips just barely brushed.
”Ah…” she breathed.
”Next time… I’ll be a little more careful, okay? But if you really need to go to the toilet, don’t hesitate to tell me. I really mean it when I say I want to help you, Liliarette.”
”…I’ll consider it…” she replied, still slightly miffed.
Hmm. Did I still make her wary?
I thought so, but after that, she started calling out to me to tell me she needed to use the toilet quite frequently. And it should go without saying that we had toilet s*x every time it happened.
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Summary:
Shimizu, driven by overwhelming desire, takes the former princess Liliarette in the latrine. The rush is intense, and the peculiar cleanliness of the Labyrinth’s waste system makes the transgressive act possible. Liliarette is overwhelmed but can’t truly be angry due to the fixed Affection Level. This unconventional act successfully boosts his standing with her, and the toilet encounters quickly become a new habit.
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Character Insight:
Shimizu realizes his power extends to making his own rules, even for intimacy, and is pleasantly surprised by Liliarette’s compliance. Liliarette’s internal struggle between her princess-like propriety and the physical pleasure/system benefits is apparent. She’s too compliant to stop him completely, making her an easy target for his affections.
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Behind the Scene:
The setting is a classic fantasy dungeon with a twist: the Resource Point system. This system mechanic is crucial, as it instantly cleans the latrine, removing the typical unpleasantness and allowing the scene to focus purely on the intense sexual and emotional dynamic between the dominant protagonist and the high-status princess. The protagonist’s ultimate goal is to achieve the high Affection Level for the ‘Slave of Love’ status.
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.
• Yuri – A female classmate, now a mother of two. Represents the ‘successful’ domestic life.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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