The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 16: Night of Conflict ☆

Chapter 16: Night of Conflict ☆

Eleanor returned to the hall, resolved to greet Earl Silver.

Alexander followed her.

Since the courtyard incident, a new warmth had blossomed in their relationship.

“Earl Silver.”

Eleanor curtsied gracefully.

“Thank you for a splendid party. And congratulations on your elevation to earl.”

Silver bowed elegantly.

“Miss Frostheart, I’m honored by your attendance.”

His voice was calm and warm, but Eleanor sensed something off.

She felt a calculating coldness in his eyes.

“Lord Granblue, welcome as well.”

Alexander returned a courteous greeting.

“Congratulations again on your earldom and acquisition of a domain.”

“Thank you.”

A brief silence fell between the three.

Eleanor tightly gripped Alexander’s hand.

“Miss Frostheart.”

Silver spoke quietly.

“I offer my heartfelt sympathies for your father’s situation.”

Eleanor stiffened.

“Thank you for your concern.”

“In fact… I have a desire to help your family’s plight.”

His words made Eleanor’s heart race.

Was this a glimmer of hope?

“Truly?”

“Yes. The Frostheart family is a historic noble house. I cannot stand by and watch its downfall.”

Alexander stepped forward, tense.

“That’s… a generous offer.”

Silver nodded slowly.

“However, regrettably… additional financing would be extremely difficult at this time.”

The hope faded from Eleanor’s face.

“I… see.”

“But,” Silver continued.

“I can introduce you to someone who might provide new financing.”

“Who might that be?”

Eleanor and Alexander asked in unison.

“Prince Victor.”

Shock crossed both their faces.

Eleanor couldn’t help but raise her voice.

“Prince Victor!?”

“Yes. His sex toy business is thriving, so he may still have funds to lend.”

Silver’s expression remained unchanged, but Eleanor’s mind spiraled into chaos.

“That fool who was just sent away for his antics—bow to him?”

Her voice was laced with anger and disgust.

“Your options are limited, Miss Frostheart.”

Silver said calmly.

“You’d choose pride over family, then?”

“That’s not true!”

Eleanor denied vehemently.

“My family is the most important thing to me.”

“Then I shall arrange it.”

Silver smiled.

“I’ll set a dinner with the prince tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow…”

“A sleepover dinner.”

For a moment, Eleanor couldn’t grasp the meaning.

Then, the implication slowly sank into her heart.

A “sleepover dinner” with the prince… its meaning…

“Unthinkable!”

Her expression mixed anger and fear.

“Eleanor.”

Alexander grabbed her arm.

“Calm down.”

“How can I stay calm? He wants me to… he…”

Worst-case scenarios flashed through her mind.

Spend a night with that vulgar prince.

That man’s…

“Don’t misunderstand.”

Silver said with a composed face.

“It’s merely a dinner. It may run late, so guest rooms will be prepared in the castle.”

His words felt laced with deceit.

But Eleanor had no choice.

“Time is short, Miss Frostheart.”

Silver applied quiet pressure.

“Your family’s fate rests on your decision now.”

Eleanor looked up at Alexander.

His eyes showed pain and conflict.

He understood the gravity of the situation too.

“I… I’ll think about it.”

She finally managed to say.

“A wise choice.”

Silver nodded with satisfaction.

“Please respond by noon tomorrow.”

Eleanor could no longer speak.

Her mind was in disarray, her heart trembling with fear.

“Eleanor, let’s go.”

Alexander put an arm around her shoulder.

His voice carried anger, though it was unclear who it was directed at.

“Yes…”

She nodded weakly.

After bidding farewell to Earl Silver, they left the palace.

—

In the carriage, Eleanor buried her face in Alexander’s chest, sobbing.

“What should I do…”

Her voice trembled.

“I’ll find a way.”

Alexander’s voice was filled with resolve.

“I won’t let you face such a thing.”

“But my family… Sophia…”

“I’ll find another way. I promise.”

He hugged her tightly.

“Trust me.”

Eleanor nodded faintly.

In his arms, she felt a sliver of comfort.

But the thought of tomorrow’s decision brought fear crashing back.

Her family or her dignity.

Her sister’s freedom or her own chastity.

The choices were cruelly clear.

—

In a private room at the palace, I shed my Silver attire and drank a transformation-release potion, reverting to Prince Victor.

“Going according to plan.”

Listening to Mia’s report, I smiled with satisfaction.

“What will Eleanor choose tomorrow, I wonder?”

“For her family, she’d do anything.”

Iris responded.

“Based on her behavioral patterns, there’s a 99% chance she’ll agree.”

“And her engagement to Alexander will effectively collapse.”

My smile widened.

“His pride won’t allow it.”

“But if she refuses?”

Mia asked.

“Then we proceed with the plan to enslave Sophia.”

I said coldly.

“Either way, the Frostheart family falls.”

“Your plan is flawless, Master.”

Mia bowed.

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

I gazed at the night sky through the window.

The stars gleamed coldly.

“After a long preparation, the real plan finally begins.”

Complete retribution against those who mocked and insulted me.

That sweet moment was nearly here.

“Tomorrow, Eleanor Frostheart will lose her last shred of pride.”

My laughter melted into the quiet darkness of the night.

—

Back at the Frostheart family’s castle, Eleanor locked herself in her room.

The clock had long passed midnight, but her eyes were wide open, unable to sleep.

“One week until the deadline…”

She sat by the window, gazing at the night sky, murmuring.

One week remained until her father’s debt repayment deadline.

If they couldn’t secure 500,000 gold coins by then, the Frostheart family would lose everything.

And then, Earl Silver’s proposal.

A dinner with Prince Victor.

“It can’t just be a dinner.”

Eleanor hugged her shoulders, trembling.

A dinner with that vulgar prince.

An excuse to stay overnight at the castle.

The implications were all too clear.

“They’ll say I knew what I was getting into.”

She bit her lip in fear and anguish.

She recalled the prince’s gaze.

She had encountered him many times at court gatherings.

Each time, his eyes held unmistakable desire.

“Absolutely not.”

Eleanor felt her nails dig into her palms as she clenched her fists tightly.

Even so, she could not sell herself.

The pride of Eleanor Frostheart would not allow it.

But was there another way to save her family?

“In two days, there’s a dinner at Alexander’s house.”

She found a sliver of hope.

In the carriage returning from the palace, Alexander had told her.

At his family’s dinner, he would plead with his father again.

“Of course, I’ll beg his father too.”

If it was Duke Granblue, he might find a way.

The Granblue family was one of the kingdom’s wealthiest.

Even if they were financially strained, they should have the means to help the Frosthearts.

Thinking this, Eleanor felt a slight relief.

But another anxiety quickly surfaced.

What if they still couldn’t secure help?

Closing her eyes, Sophia’s smile appeared in her mind.

Her 14-year-old sister.

A pure, innocent smile.

A sister who loved riding horses and crafting flower crowns.

“My dear sister. She knows nothing.”

Eleanor murmured in a trembling voice.

Sophia had not yet been told the full extent of the family’s crisis.

Their parents had hidden the truth to protect her.

“I must protect that pure, beautiful smile at all costs.”

Her resolve was firm.

To save her sister, she would pay any price.

Even if it meant…

“No, I absolutely won’t do that.”

Eleanor shook her head fiercely.

She would find another way.

There had to be a path to save both her dignity and her family.

Lying on her bed, she stared at the ceiling.

She recalled the events at the palace.

The kiss with Alexander.

Being held in his strong, warm arms.

“Alexander…”

Murmuring his name, her chest grew warm.

The feelings she hadn’t been able to express honestly.

The “I love you” she finally voiced.

And his reply, “I love you too.”

Her cheeks flushed with heat.

In that moment, the comfort and happiness of being in his arms.

But also, the memory of her body heating up, a strange sensation spreading in her pussy.

“Why…”

She covered her face in embarrassment.

Confused by the unfamiliar experience, she had fled from him.

Eleanor slowly ran her hands over her body.

Her chest, her abdomen, and lower still.

Thinking of Alexander, she let her hands wander.

To her chest.

She gently kneaded the swell of her breasts.

Her fingertips naturally moved to her lower abdomen.

“I…”

She understood what she was about to do.

An act absolutely forbidden for a noble lady.

But her body ached, yearning for Alexander’s warmth.

Lifting the hem of her dress, Eleanor closed her eyes.

Imagining his face, her fingertips approached her pussy.

The first touch revealed it was already hot and wet.

Surprised by the slick sensation, she continued to stroke.

Pressing and rubbing her clitoris, her body trembled slightly.

“Hiah! Nnngh!”

A powerful wave of pleasure surged through her, and Eleanor nearly cried out.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, writhing on the bed.

Repeatedly spreading her love juices, she teased the sensitive bud.

Overwhelmed by unfamiliar pleasure, she couldn’t stop.

“Alexander…”

Calling his name, Eleanor caressed her body.

She knew it was a sinful act but couldn’t stop.

Her slit overflowed with endless love juices.

Each movement of her fingers brought new sensations welling up inside her.

Deep within, something swelled, building and building.

“Ah, aaah! Alexander!”

She called his name.

Moving her fingers more intensely, she drew out her love juices.

Beyond her control, her body responded, drowning in pleasure.

“No…! I can’t…! Ah, aaah!”

Her fingers moved relentlessly.

Even after reaching climax, the pleasure surged again.

She surrendered to unstoppable desire.

“Stop…! But… no! I can’t…! Ah… ah!”

Eleanor arched her body on the bed.

A flood of nectar gushed from her secret place, staining the sheets.

“Hn…! Nn…!”

Her body convulsed violently, sweat beading on her pale skin.

Her fingers didn’t stop.

As if insatiable, she rubbed her clitoris harder.

“No…! This…! Stop…! Ah… ah!”

Her fluids splattered, filling the room with a lascivious scent.

Her fingers stirred her slit, frothing her love juices.

“Ah, aaah! It’s good! Feels so good!”

She mercilessly pressed her clitoris.

The intense pleasure lifted her hips, arching her back.

“Ah, aaaah! Alexander! Hah! Again! I’m coming!”

Her body moved as if it no longer belonged to her.

Her love for him set her pleasure centers ablaze, and Eleanor couldn’t stop.

Seeking greater pleasure, she kept moving her fingers.

“Alexander…! Alexander! Nnaaaah! Alexanderrrr!”

Calling her beloved’s name repeatedly, her fingers grew more fervent.

Intense pleasure raced up her spine, whitening her mind.

Her body writhed on the bed, clutching the sheets.

“Ah, aaah! Again… I’m coming again! Ah, ah, aaaah!”

She screamed.

Her body jolted upward.

She no longer had room to feel shame.

As Eleanor slowly recovered from her multiple climaxes, she felt a swelling sensation from her body’s core.

An intense ache unlike anything she’d felt before.

“This is…”

She pondered, her fingers resting on her pussy.

After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to slide a finger inside.

With a slip, her fingertip entered.

Instantly, she felt her nerves heighten with sensitivity.

Confused by the new internal pleasure, her finger moved slowly.

Her vaginal walls clung to it.

A soft, warm sensation.

“It feels… strange. But… nnah!”

When her fingertip grazed a rough patch, Eleanor gasped loudly.

It was just beyond the entrance, and rubbing it sent waves of pleasure through her.

“What… what is this place? Ah…! So strange! Nnaaaah!”

She began targeting that spot.

The internal pleasure, distinct from clitoral stimulation, intensified as her fingers moved faster.

Overwhelmed yet unable to stop, she thrust her fingers in and out repeatedly.

“It’s…! My insides are convulsing!! Aaaah! I can’t…! I’m coming… I’m coming!! Nn… I’m coming… I’m gonna come…!! Aaaaah!!”

Eleanor arched sharply on the bed, letting out a sultry cry as she reached climax.

Her spasming vaginal walls clung to her fingers, gushing with fluids of pleasure.

She was enraptured by the intensity and bliss of the sensation.

“Aaah…! Incredible…! To think such a pleasurable place existed…”

And now her fingers had increased from one to two.

She pressed against her G-spot, moving back and forth.

Her thumb stimulated her clitoris, chasing pleasure fiercely.

“I’m coming!! I’m coming!! I’m coooming!!”

Her voice grew higher-pitched.

Reason and sensibility were swallowed by pleasure.

“Ah…! I’m… going crazy!! Stupid…!!”

Eleanor quickened her fingers.

Love juices dripped from them.

Her body glistened with sweat and fluids, utterly lascivious.

“Aaaah…!! I’m coming! Coming! Coooming!!”

And then the final blow.

Her fingers plunged deep into her G-spot.

Immediately, her body convulsed violently, spurting a massive amount of love juices.

“Again… again!! Fuaaaah…!! I’m coming!! Coming!! Comingcomingcoming!! COOOOMING!!”

Gushhh!!

Drooling and crying, her body stiffened, trembling uncontrollably.

It lasted over a minute.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Squirting intermittently in large bursts, Eleanor reached the peak of ecstasy.

Her strength drained, and she finally passed out, eyes rolling back.

She couldn’t withstand the pleasure her body produced.

Eleanor remained unconscious for a long time.

Her consciousness had been consumed by the pleasure her body created.

When she came to, the first thing she felt was intense exhaustion.

“Nn…? Wha… what time is it…? Midnight already…?”

The room was dark and silent.

Only moonlight streamed through the window.

She looked around, still dazed.

Her mind was filled with the afterglow of pleasure.

It felt as if she might forget who she was.

Eleanor slowly sat up.

But gradually, she realized she was lying on the bed with her pussy exposed.

The bed was soaked.

Drenched with the torrent of her squirts and sweat, the sheets were sopping wet.

At the center was her still-twitching pussy, dripping with love juices.

“No way…! This…!! Ah… oh. What have I done…?”

Eleanor sat up, stunned.

Looking down at herself, her face flushed crimson with shame.

Her fingers were coated with sticky, milky love juices, her pale skin beaded with sweat, her breathing still ragged—an utterly indecent sight.

“Awful… I’ve made such a mess…”

She hugged herself, trembling.

The afterglow of climax left her body limp.

“I… what a shameless thing I’ve done…”

And she began to cry again.

The shock and confusion of the pleasure were now joined by self-loathing.

Eleanor berated herself for her disgraceful actions.

She hurriedly pulled the sheets over herself.

She couldn’t bear to see her shameful state any longer.

Her mind replayed her actions over and over.

“With my fingers…! Myself!! What have I done!!”

She covered her face and collapsed forward.

Her cheeks burned red.

Yet deep in her heart, a lingering expectation and craving for that intense pleasure remained.

“Never again…!! Never!! I won’t do this!!”

Eleanor swore to herself.

Her body was hot, her heart racing.

“I’m the worst kind of woman.”

She murmured, consumed by self-hatred.

Her family was in crisis, yet she indulged in such acts.

But at the same time, her heart and body felt a slight sense of release.

“Tomorrow… tomorrow, I’ll find a solution.”

Eleanor vowed.

Exhausted and relieved, sleep finally began to take hold.

“Alexander… don’t abandon me…”

Those were her final words.

Soon, she slipped into a peaceful sleep.

Tomorrow would be a new day of battle.

A fight to save her family and preserve her pride awaited.