The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 21: The Trial of the Hourglass ☆
Chapter 21: The Trial of the Hourglass ☆
Thirty minutes later, guided by an employee, Eleanor proceeded deeper into the restaurant.
Her heart pounded fiercely, her hands clammy with sweat.
“His Highness awaits here.”
The employee stopped before a large door, knocking politely.
“Come in.”
The prince’s voice echoed from within.
The employee opened the door, and Eleanor stepped inside.
What she saw was not the private dining room she’d expected, but an opulent bedroom.
A spacious area with a large bed, adorned with luxurious furnishings.
Prince Victor sat on a sofa, sipping wine.
“Miss Eleanor, you came.”
The prince stood, walking toward her.
“You’re so beautiful, it’s startling. After all those tears, you look lively again.”
Eleanor stood silent, unable to find words.
The prince approached, suddenly reaching out to kiss her cheek lightly.
Eleanor flinched but couldn’t escape.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
The prince gazed at her face.
“But each time, you rejected me cruelly.”
He stepped back, taking a sip of wine.
“Do you remember? The first time I spoke to you.”
The prince said nostalgically.
“You were 14. At a palace ball, dancing with Alexander. Your beauty stole my heart then.”
Eleanor listened quietly.
“But when I approached, you made a face and said, ‘I don’t wish to dance.’”
The prince’s expression darkened slightly.
“I can still hear the nobles’ laughter. Your eyes looked at me like I was filth.”
The prince returned to the sofa, gesturing for her to sit.
Eleanor sat slowly.
“I invited you time and again, but you were always cold.”
The prince continued.
“Especially unforgettable is my birthday party two years ago.”
Eleanor looked up. She remembered that moment too.
“I invited you as a prince. But you…”
Bitterness tinged the prince’s voice.
“When I asked you to dance, you whispered in my ear, so no one else could hear, ‘I’d rather scrub the floor with a rag than dance with an ugly pig.’”
Eleanor’s chest ached.
She had indeed said that.
Back then, his persistent advances were merely a nuisance, and she hadn’t considered his feelings.
“For a prince to be insulted like that by a vassal’s daughter.”
The prince’s eyes glinted coldly.
“I’m a prince. Perhaps a future king. And yet…”
Silence fell over the room.
“Sit.”
The prince indicated the sofa again.
Eleanor sat slowly.
“No need to worry about your family.”
The prince said with a smile.
“I’ve prepared the 500,000 gold coins. Pay by tomorrow’s deadline.”
Eleanor looked up, astonished.
“Truly…?”
“Yes. But… there’s a condition.”
“A condition…”
“Have you forgotten? The footage.”
Eleanor’s face paled.
The humiliating footage.
If Alexander saw it…
The prince pulled the same small crystal from his pocket as yesterday.
Eleanor’s body tensed.
“If you don’t want this seen…”
Eleanor looked up at his words.
“What do you want…?”
“First, this.”
The prince brought an unfamiliar device from another table.
A spherical crystal mounted on a pedestal.
“This is a memory device. It records any spoken words.”
The prince placed it before her.
“Declare to this device.”
“Declare what…?”
“That you came here of your own will.”
Eleanor’s face drained of color.
“And that you beg for His Highness Victor’s mercy… to spend the night with him…”
Humiliation overwhelmed her.
But she had no choice.
To protect her family and Alexander…
With a trembling voice, Eleanor spoke to the crystal.
“I… came here of my own accord…”
“More clearly!”
The prince interrupted.
“Who did you come to meet, and why?”
Her body shook with humiliation and anger, but she continued.
“I… came of my own accord… to meet Prince Victor… and…”
She faltered.
The next words were agony to speak.
“And… to beg Your Highness Victor’s… mercy… to spend the night with him…”
The crystal glowed blue, recording her words.
The prince smiled, satisfied.
“Good girl.”
He took the crystal, setting it aside.
“Next…”
The prince pointed to the bed.
“Lie down and spread your legs.”
Eleanor froze.
This far?
Was he planning to take her dignity and chastity entirely?
“That’s…”
Her voice trembled.
She’d vowed to endure any humiliation, but this…
“No need to fear.”
The prince said something unexpected.
“I don’t intend to take your chastity yet.”
“Then… what?”
“I’ll make a bet with you.”
Eleanor looked at him, confusion in her eyes.
“A bet…?”
“Yes. If you win, I’ll destroy the footage. If you lose… you spend one night with me.”
Eleanor’s eyes widened.
If there was a chance to win…
“What kind of bet…?”
“I’ll explain once you’re lying down.”
Eleanor considered.
There was no other choice.
If there was even a sliver of hope…
“Alright.”
She moved slowly to the bed, lying down tensely.
She hadn’t imagined being driven to such a humiliating situation just days ago.
“Spread your legs.”
At the prince’s command, she blushed with shame but complied.
Still in her dress, she parted her legs slightly.
The prince approached the bed, looking down at her.
A triumphant smile played on his lips.
“Let me explain the rules of the bet.”
His voice brimmed with eerie anticipation.
Eleanor forgot to breathe, gripped by terror and tension.
“What do I have to do…?”
Her faint voice quivered, and the prince’s smile deepened.
The wager would determine her fate.
“Look.”
Prince Victor placed a large hourglass beside the bed.
It was exquisitely crafted, with blue sand in the upper glass bulb.
“This grand hourglass measures exactly 30 minutes as the sand falls.”
The prince flipped it.
The blue sand began to trickle down.
“Thirty minutes… what do I do?”
Eleanor asked in a tense voice.
“A simple bet.”
The prince wore a sinister smile.
“You can keep your clothes on.”
He said, retrieving a box from a nearby table.
“If you don’t reach climax even once with our popular product…”
Eleanor’s face flushed.
“What did you say?”
“That’s all it takes for the 500,000 gold coins. And I’ll destroy the footage.”
She was bewildered.
Such a… simple contest?
“How do you judge?”
She asked, eyes wary.
“Self-reporting is fine.”
The prince shrugged.
“You’d know best whether you’ve climaxed, wouldn’t you?”
“It’s too much in my favor, isn’t it? I just have to deny climaxing.”
Eleanor frowned.
She could only sense a trap.
“If you think so, consider it my mercy.”
The prince began opening the box.
“But if you lose the bet, you’ll spend the night with me.”
Eleanor paused for a moment.
If it was just enduring a shameful act… for only 30 minutes…
“Alright. I’ll win this bet.”
She steeled her resolve.
No matter the device, she could endure it with willpower.
She couldn’t imagine losing control of her body.
“Such confidence.”
The prince took the device from the box.
It was an unfamiliar shape, etched with intricate magical circuits.
A wand-like rod with a large sphere at the tip.
The sphere had ridges, resembling a small morning star.
“Now, before we begin…”
The prince stood at her feet, lifting the hem of her dress slightly.
“Well, pink panties today, huh? Oh? Aren’t they already wet?”
Eleanor’s face flushed red as she tried to close her legs.
“What are you doing!”
“Just checking before the bet.”
The prince smirked.
“Getting excited?”
“No way!”
She shouted, torn between shame and anger.
“Then let’s begin.”
The prince pointed to the hourglass.
“One minute has already passed.”
He placed the device on her navel, over her clothes.
Surprisingly, the ridged tip was soft and slightly warm.
Click
A faint vibration sounded.
“This is…”
Eleanor’s body trembled at the sudden sensation.
The device’s subtle vibrations enveloped her lower body.
“What… is this…”
She gasped, unprepared for the sensation.
“Our popular product. A magical device that vibrates to deliver pleasure across a wide area. It sends subtle waves of dark magic with aphrodisiac effects, blending vibration and waves.”
The prince pressed the device against her navel, watching her reaction with amusement.
“Why… how…”
Eleanor felt her voice falter.
The device’s waves grew stronger, and her body began reacting against her will.
“It’s designed so that the more you resist, the stronger the sensation becomes.”
Eleanor despaired at his explanation.
The harder she fought, the more intense it would feel…
“Ugh…”
A small moan escaped.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress her voice.
“It’s not even three minutes yet.”
The prince’s voice seemed distant.
Eleanor’s vision began to blur.
“No… not like this…”
Her body started trembling uncontrollably.
Could she suppress this with willpower alone?
Despair overwhelmed her.
“Really… 27 more minutes…”
She muttered inwardly.
The device’s vibrations reached her womb from above her stomach.
Already near her limit, how could she endure 30 minutes…
Click
The device’s vibration pattern changed, attacking her anew.
“Ah…!”
Her womanly hips moved involuntarily.
Eleanor covered her face in shame.
“What? Feeling good from your stomach already? We’ve only just begun.”
The prince’s words made her tremble.
She couldn’t bear it.
But she had to…
As time passed, the device’s intensity increased.
Eleanor could no longer control herself.
Her hips jerked, but she desperately tried to resist.
“Hey, hey! Climaxing just from stomach vibrations?”
Tears streaming, Eleanor shook her head at the prince’s question.
“No… that’s not true…!”
Her voice was barely audible.
“Such stubbornness.”
The prince took another box from the table.
“Let’s add two more of the same product.”
Eleanor stared in terror.
There were more?
The door opened, and two women entered.
Eleanor recognized them.
The two beauties who accompanied the prince at the palace banquet—his mistresses.
“They’ll assist.”
At the prince’s signal, the women approached Eleanor.
Each held the same device.
“No… stop…”
Eleanor’s pleas were in vain as they began applying the devices to her body.
Her neck, ears, arms… every touch sent waves of intense pleasure through her.
“Fifteen minutes left.”
The prince’s words reached her ears.
Fifteen minutes… it felt like an eternity.
“Now, enough playing.”
Prince Victor’s voice echoed coldly through the room.
The hourglass still held half its sand.
Eleanor tried to steady her ragged breathing, but failed.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, her dress crumpled.
“Half the time remains, but how does it feel to have your portio stimulated from your stomach?”
The prince smirked, relishing her distress.
Eleanor bit her lip, desperate to stay silent.
“I’ll endure the rest.”
Her voice was hoarse, but her eyes burned with resolve.
She wouldn’t let go of the Frostheart family’s pride, even in this humiliating situation.
“Let’s see how long that defiance lasts.”
The prince sneered.
“You, restrain her.”
At his command, the two mistresses approached.
They held glossy black fabric restraints.
“What are you doing…!?”
Eleanor’s voice rose in panic.
“This is where it gets serious.”
The prince pointed to the hourglass.
“Let’s make the remaining time… more efficient.”
With practiced movements, the mistresses spread Eleanor’s arms and legs, tying her to the bed in a spread-eagle position.
Drained of mana, she couldn’t resist, and was soon immobilized.
“Stop… not this…”
Her pleas went unanswered as the restraints were secured.
Her arms were fixed above her head, her ankles bound, legs spread.
She was utterly defenseless.
The prince closely examined Eleanor’s panties.
The pink fabric clung wetly to her skin, outlining her pussy.
He smiled with satisfaction at the lascivious sight.
“What’s this? Your panties are already soaked.”
Eleanor’s face flushed red at his remark.
“They’re sticking perfectly to your pussy, showing its lewd shape through the fabric.”
Her body tensed with shame and humiliation.
“Gushing so much love juice, haven’t you already climaxed?”
Eleanor vehemently denied it.
“I haven’t climaxed! I’ll endure, no matter what!”
She pursed her lips, desperately trying not to feel.
“We’ve been gentle, stimulating far from your erogenous zones, but now we’ll target them directly.”
His voice mixed malice and anticipation.
Eleanor trembled with fear.
“For the proud Frostheart lady to end up like this.”
The prince looked down at her.
“Did you ever imagine this day when you insulted me?”
Eleanor closed her eyes.
She tried to detach her mind from the humiliation, but the device’s magical waves assaulted her, pulling her back to reality.
“No… stop, stop it!!”
She screamed in anger and shame.
But her voice didn’t seem to reach the prince or his mistresses.
“It’s part of the bet. You said you’d endure for 30 minutes.”
One woman spoke coldly, pressing her device against Eleanor’s right nipple.
“Hiahh! What are you…!”
“You know you’re making a lewd face right now? It’s about to get even more depraved.”
The other woman giggled, pressing her device against Eleanor’s left nipple.
Eleanor wanted to scream in shame and humiliation.
But then, the prince pressed his device directly against her pussy.
“Let’s begin…”
Click
A small sound, and the vibrations started.
“Aaah…!”
An intense wave of pleasure hit, and she arched her body.
Bound, she had no freedom of movement.
Her entire pussy was stimulated by the device’s subtle vibrations and waves.
“Oh? Already climaxed?”
Eleanor tried to deny it, but the words caught in her throat, drowned by another wave of pleasure.
The device didn’t just stimulate her pussy’s surface—it sent vibrations and waves to her clitoris and inside her.
“No… so intense… I won’t lose!!”
She shook her head desperately.
But contrary to her will, it only intensified her reaction.
Her hips moved on their own.
Within her limited range, she opened and closed her thighs, trying to escape the device.
Gush, gush—love juices intermittently spurted from her panties.
“Such a lewd sight. You’re climaxing non-stop, aren’t you?”
“You’ve mocked others all this time. Time to teach you a lesson with your own body.”
The mistresses spoke coldly, forcing her legs wide open.
Eleanor wanted to cry out in shame.
“Ugh… uhh…!”
She clenched her teeth, trying to stifle her voice.
But her body kept reacting honestly.
Each assault from the devices pushed her to new heights of pleasure.
As the device’s intensity increased…
Her unmistakable moans began to escape.
“Nooo! Stop, I can’t…!”
Eleanor thrashed her restrained limbs, but they didn’t budge.
Instead, the restraints only tightened around her.
“Look, you’re already squirting so much.”
One of the mistresses mocked, and Eleanor nearly cried from anger and humiliation.
“This…! I haven’t climaxed…! I’d never…!”
She desperately tried to suppress the pleasure.
The waves from the device rampaged through her body, ignoring her will.
“Shall we make it even stronger?”
At the prince’s words, Eleanor let out a scream-like cry.
“No… any more is impossible…!”
Her body began trembling uncontrollably.
Her willpower alone couldn’t hold it back anymore.
And finally…
“Make her come!!”
At the prince’s command, the two women cranked the devices to maximum output.
The prince pressed his device, at full intensity, against her pussy.
“Guh… uaaaaaahhh!!!”
Eleanor’s eyes widened, her back arching sharply.
Her body convulsed with intense climax, squirting a flood of love juices.
“This…!! I didn’t come!!”
She shouted, face flushed red.
But her voice was unmistakably drenched in pleasure.
Her body spasmed violently, her restrained limbs taut.
“How’s it feel? Good?”
The mistresses smirked, continuing to press the devices.
Eleanor’s mouth let out scream-like moans.
“No… any more… I’ll die…!”
Her body jolted, climaxing repeatedly.
“You’re coming, aren’t you? Just admit it.”
The prince’s question made her bite her lip and shake her head.
But even that movement was ruled by pleasure.
(How much time is left? I can’t take it anymore!!)
She screamed inwardly.
No more…
Truly…
But…
Eleanor summoned all her willpower, struggling to escape the pleasure.
“That’s the face I wanted to see.”
The prince met her glare with his eyes.
She’d do anything to endure.
“Truly the ice beauty, so stubborn.”
“Please… stop…”
Seeing her face, stained with tears and snot, the prince wore a sadistic smile.
“What happened to that defiant attitude? The great ice beauty’s been tamed, hasn’t she?”
“Will you stop?”
“Have you climaxed? You came, didn’t you, Miss Eleanor?”
She shook her head at his words.
“I haven’t! I’ll never lose…!”
She shouted desperately.
But her voice carried the unmistakable ring of pleasure.
“Such splendid strength. Unfortunately… we continue.”
The prince signaled the mistresses.
They nodded slightly and approached the table.
The prince took another device, holding one in each hand.
The mistresses did the same, each holding a device in both hands.
Now, six devices surrounded her.
“Let’s entertain the lady.”
The prince said mockingly.
Two on her breasts, one on her stomach, three on her pussy.
“Please… no more…!”
Her feeble voice echoed in the room. The mistresses cast mocking glances.
“What’s with that voice? So weak now.”
“Yeah, all that bravado earlier, but this punishment’s no fun like this.”
Eleanor bit her lip at their cold words.
But restrained, she could do nothing.
“Heh… poor thing. But there’s still plenty of time, you know? Let’s turn them all on at once!”
The prince grinned.
Click
“Hyahh!”
Eleanor arched her back, a pained cry escaping her throat.
A storm of pleasure raged within her.
Not just her portio and clitoris—her cervix and G-spot were intensely stimulated.
Squirting copious love juices, she was forced into orgasm.
“Uaaaaaahhh…!!”
It was the greatest climax of her life.
And simultaneously…
Her worst humiliation…
“She’s coming, this lewd woman.”
Eleanor tried to protest the mistress’s words.
But…
The moment she opened her mouth…
“No more… I can’t…!! I’m coming!! Being made to come!! No more…!!!!”
(No! I…)
Her voice was a pleasure-drenched moan.
“Admit it. Your pussy’s gushing love juices like crazy.”
Nothing mattered anymore.
Eleanor arched back, climaxing repeatedly.
And then…
Finally…
“I’m… sorry!! I climaxed!! I can’t take it!! I’m coming!!!! Coming!!!!!!”
Her voice clearly admitted it.
“I’m coming!! I’m coming!!”
Eleanor could no longer control herself.
Her body convulsed, her rationality collapsing under their relentless assault.
“Going? Where’d you go? Ten minutes left, keep it up.”
The prince’s voice came from afar.
Eleanor writhed on the bed, trying to endure, but she was beyond her limit.
“Still not climaxing, impressive.”
Tears streaming, she cried out.
“I am!! I’m climaxing!! Over and over!!”
“Oh?”
The prince looked at her with interest.
At his signal, the women stopped the devices.
Eleanor sighed in relief at the sudden halt.
“Ha… ha… ha… finally… you stopped…”
She hugged her trembling body.
Wiping her sweat- and tear-soaked face, she saw the prince’s triumphant expression.
“Is the bet lost?”
Eleanor looked confused.
“But… the time…”
“Look at the hourglass.”
She turned and saw sand still remaining. Clearly more than five minutes.
“But… you said one minute…”
“I lied.”
The prince grinned.
“For psychological effect.”
Eleanor was stunned.
She’d been deceived.
“No… I haven’t lost.”
The prince smirked maliciously, taking out a new device.
It was distinctly different, with a larger sphere and rod.
“For the remaining time… we’ll use this. It’s far stronger. Alright?”
She had no choice.
The hourglass showed about six minutes left.
Just six minutes to endure…
The two women pressed the new device against her body.
In that moment, her world changed.
“AHHHH!!!”
A scream tore from her.
A wave of pleasure, incomparable to before, overwhelmed her.
“No… I’ll go mad…”
She could barely form words, reduced to animalistic cries.
Her rationality vanished.
An unknown sensation surged from her core.
“Stoppp!! I give up!!!”
(Why is it aching so deep?)
The question flashed in her mind but was swept away by pleasure.
The new device was incomparably intense, likely unbearable for most.
“One minute left.”
The prince’s voice reached her, but she’d lost all sense of time.
One minute felt like eternity.
“I lose!! My pussy loses!! Ahhh~~”
She screamed, squeezing out her last shred of rationality.
She couldn’t endure.
She’d go mad.
She’d break.
At the prince’s signal, the women withdrew the devices.
Eleanor collapsed on the bed, panting heavily like hyperventilation.
“What a pity.”
The prince picked up the hourglass.
A trace of sand remained.
“You lose.”
Eleanor couldn’t argue.
She was utterly defeated.
Mind and body.
“Since you lost the bet, as promised…”
The prince’s words filled her with despair.
She’d have to spend the night with him.
Her body, too weak to resist, only trembled.
In her fading consciousness, she pictured Alexander’s face.
“I’m sorry…”
Her faint whisper reached no one.
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