The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 22: The Limit of Despair ☆

Chapter 22: The Limit of Despair ☆

As the final grain of sand fell in the hourglass, my body was no longer my own—just a bundle of pleasure-driven nerves.

“Magnificent, Eleanor…”

Prince Victor’s voice reached me from afar.

His words, muffled as if underwater, faintly touched my consciousness.

“But unfortunately, you’ve lost.”

I opened my tear-blurred eyes, slightly moving my freed limbs.

My throat, raw from screaming, couldn’t produce a sound.

My dress was soaked with sweat and tears, crumpled beyond recognition.

“Let’s see the proof.”

With a cold smirk, the prince picked up the crystal orb.

With a gesture, an image flickered to life.

“No more… I can’t…!! I’m coming!! Being made to come!! No more…!!!!”

“I’m… sorry!! I climaxed!! I can’t take it!! I’m coming!!!! Coming!!!!!!”

“I lose!! My pussy loses!! Ahhh~~”

It was me—my face contorted in agony, mouth agape, captured at the peak of ecstasy.

Over and over.

“No…”

A hoarse whisper escaped my throat.

I had truly lost.

Another layer of humiliation had been added to that degrading footage.

“A promise is a promise.”

The prince said with satisfaction.

“You’ll spend the night with me. And…”

He took another crystal orb, holding it high.

“This record will continue.”

My body froze.

His intent was clear.

The prince began undressing slowly.

First his jacket, then his shirt.

His fat body glistened with copious sweat.

His skin was pale, dotted with red rashes, thick crimson patches spreading around his neck and underarms.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? The body of royalty.”

The prince grinned.

His chest sagged like a woman’s, layers of flesh folding over.

Worst of all was the smell.

Masked by perfume, but beneath it, a sickly, beastly stench wafted.

“Now, Miss Eleanor…”

He reached for his trousers.

Lowering them slowly.

I wanted to close my eyes, but fear paralyzed me, forcing me to watch.

The trousers fell to the floor, and he stood naked.

His form was less human, more like a monstrous creature from a painter’s nightmare.

Disproportionately large for his obese body, his thick, veined cock stood erect, twitching as if alive.

Its size was unnatural, as thick as Sophia’s arm, with a glans the size of a child’s fist.

Even as someone seeing a man’s organ for the first time, I knew this wasn’t normal.

“No need to fear… we’ve warmed you up, so it should be fine.”

His words dripped with false kindness.

His eyes burned with lust and vengeance.

The prince approached, climbing onto the bed.

His weight made it sink deeply.

I was speechless, only able to tremble.

Torn between terror of what was to come and my duty to save my family.

“If you resist even slightly, that footage will spread across the kingdom… and the 500,000 gold coins will vanish.”

He whispered in my ear.

His breath was hot, reeking of filth.

As he drew closer, the heat and dampness of his skin enveloped me.

It felt like sinking into a tepid swamp.

“What would Alexander think… seeing this?”

Those words pierced my heart.

Alexander… thinking of his pure love and trust tore my chest apart.

My fiancée, my first love.

I’d always dreamed of marrying Alexander, sharing our first night.

But now, with this vile, loathsome man…

Yet, to save my family, Sophia…

The prince’s thick fingers touched the straps of my dress.

My body trembled at the contact, but there was no escape.

Though freed from restraints, fear bound me.

“You can run, Eleanor. But then your dear sister will pay the price.”

His voice carried perverse excitement.

I closed my eyes, silently begging Alexander’s forgiveness.

All for my family, my sister…

The straps were undone, the fabric slipping from my shoulders, baring my upper body.

Cold air grazed my skin, my trembling unstoppable.

“Well, pink nipples, nicely sized. Exquisite breasts. Don’t be too scared.”

The prince smiled eerily.

The pain of having my chest, never shown to anyone, exposed to this man.

“It’s time to enjoy.”

His words were laced with mockery.

His breath carried the cloying stench of liquor, and I tried to turn away, but his thick fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to face him.

“Look at my face.”

The prince commanded.

“So you’ll never forget tonight.”

His small eyes stared into mine.

They held years of resentment and twisted desire.

His sweat dripped onto my skin, clinging like poison.

His face drew closer.

I closed my eyes.

“Please… no kissing…”

My voice was faint.

But the prince didn’t listen.

Still gripping my chin, he leaned in…

And…

His lips pressed against mine.

I tried to resist, but his strength overwhelmed me.

“Mph…!! Nn…!! Mgh…!!”

Tears streamed as I endured the kiss.

The stench of liquor, sweat, and something like rotting garbage filled my mouth…

Tears overflowed at the violation.

His warm, rough tongue…

My strength drained away.

I couldn’t breathe.

Trying to inhale through my nose, his foul breath made me gag.

His tongue pried my lips apart, invading, slithering over my gums and cheeks.

His mouth was hot and rancid.

His saliva flowed into mine.

My mouth was a mess of his tongue and drool.

Choking, I swallowed his saliva.

Nausea surged, the sour and salty taste reaching my stomach.

“Nn…!! Cough…!! Ugh…!!”

When the kiss finally broke, my lips were red and swollen.

My mind was dazed.

The prince’s face twisted into an ugly grin, his eyes gleaming with sadism.

“How was my saliva, Miss Eleanor?”

His finger traced my lips.

The touch made me tremble again.

“Such cute, beautiful lips. Your tongue was soft and delicious.”

He licked his lips.

The taste and smell of him lingered on my tongue, and I coughed violently.

A defilement I’d never experienced…

Guilt toward Alexander tore my heart apart.

“Your nipples are a lovely color. They feel untouched, irresistible.”

His fingers pinched my pink buds.

I tensed, enduring the sensation.

He toyed with my nipples, savoring my reactions.

“They’re quite sensitive. The contrast between your refined exterior and inner lewdness is delightful.”

He whispered excitedly.

I didn’t argue, closing my eyes, wishing time would pass.

His hands were large, engulfing my breasts.

The sensation made me shudder.

“So soft… perfect to touch, and delicious…”

He muttered to himself.

He kneaded both breasts, sucking a nipple.

His touch was disturbingly skilled.

My nipples, tormented earlier by vibrating devices, were now manipulated by his fingers and mouth.

He rolled my nipple with his tongue, sucking hard.

The depravity whitened my mind.

I bit my lip, trying not to react.

But…

It felt good.

The stimulation was direct.

Unlike the devices, his fingers and mouth were warm and soft.

“Stop… ah… n… ha…!! Ah…!!”

Moans escaped my lips.

Unintentional, my body’s reaction.

The sensation of my breasts being kneaded, the direct waves of pleasure…

I couldn’t believe my own body.

“Well… such cute moans.”

The prince mocked.

His fingers toyed with my nipple.

Pinching and twisting the tip.

“Hyah!! No… stop…!!”

(It’s a lie… I can’t feel good from this man’s touch.)

I shook my head, crying out in denial, but my body was honest.

Waves of pleasure spread through me, numbing even my toes.

I could feel my nipples hardening under his fingers…

“Such a beautiful color. Sensitive, adorable nipples, aren’t they?”

“Ah… n… aah!! No… stop…!!”

I moaned softly, shaking my head.

I couldn’t forgive my body for feeling pleasure from this man’s caresses.

But once ignited, the fire wasn’t easily extinguished…

My body was honest.

When the prince pinched my nipples, sweet shivers ran down my spine.

His breath grazed my skin.

The sensation gave me goosebumps.

“Stop…!! Please…!!”

I begged, but his fingers didn’t pause.

Instead, they moved to draw out more pleasure.

“Look… it feels good, doesn’t it? Having your nipples played with…”

The prince’s voice was confident.

He didn’t miss my reactions, intensifying his assault.

I began moaning unconsciously.

“Ah!! N…!! Kuh…!!”

Sounds I couldn’t control.

Tears of shame and humiliation streamed down my cheeks…

What was this pleasure?

And why did I feel it from a man other than Alexander…

The prince’s fingers relentlessly stimulated my nipples.

Pleasure built within me.

His skillful movements—pinching my nipples while kneading my breasts—were masterful.

“N…!! N-ah!! Nfu…!!”

I moaned repeatedly, writhing.

But more than that, I felt strength draining from my hips.

A pleasure that seemed to melt me from within…

I sensed I might climax from my nipples alone.

“Ha…!! Ah… no…!! I…!!”

Unconsciously, I dug my nails into the prince’s shoulders.

He watched my reactions with delight, caressing my breasts and nipples more fiercely.

“Hoh? You’re feeling that much pleasure? You’re just like a lewd cat…”

His words blanked my mind.

Being called out for my body’s shameful reactions was unbearable humiliation…

But it also flipped a switch of pleasure.

“No…!! I… I’m not lewd…!!”

I denied desperately.

But my voice was unmistakably laced with moans.

The sweet pleasure from his fingertips…

I couldn’t firmly reject it…

Waves of pleasure enveloped my body.

They were intense, unpredictable.

“No…!! Stop…!!!! Ahn, aah…!!”

I let out moans I didn’t recognize as my own.

My body trembled, a tingling sensation reaching my fingertips…

A clear prelude to climax.

“No…!! I’ll come!!!! Stop…!!”

Terrified of climaxing from my nipples alone, I twisted my body.

But the prince continued mercilessly.

Rather, he seemed to savor my reactions…

“Look… feel it all. Show me your lewd face.”

His words, whispered in my ear, further stimulated my pleasure centers.

“I’m gonna come…!! Just from my nipples…!! I can’t…!!!!!!”

I clutched my head with both hands.

I was at my limit.

About to climax…

But just before, the prince withdrew his fingers.

“Ah…!! No…!!!!”

A plaintive cry escaped.

Left on the edge of climax, my body trembled in the afterglow of pleasure.

“Heh… such a cute face. I’ll make you fall apart even more.”

The prince wore a sadistic smile, his fingers creeping back to my nipples.

I could say nothing.

“You’re close to coming, aren’t you? About to climax from your nipples alone?”

His words made my body shudder.

Truly… if this continued…

In that moment, strength drained from my body…

“Ahi! I won’t come!!… I… not just from… my nipples…!!”

But he didn’t listen, his fingers moving more fiercely…

They seemed to grip my heart…

“Hiaa…!! No more…!!!! I’m coming!! Being made to come!!… I…!!”

I finally raised the white flag.

I couldn’t resist the rising waves of pleasure…

With an overwhelming sensation that threatened to shatter my consciousness, my body reacted violently.

“Yaaaa!! I’m coming!! Comiiing!!!!”

I screamed, reaching climax.

From the prince’s fingers alone… my first nipple-only orgasm…

The intense pleasure shook my heart and body.

“Ha… ha… ha…”

As the long climax subsided, I panted heavily.

Sweat poured from my face like a waterfall…

I couldn’t believe I’d succumbed to such pleasure…

“Wonderful voice. It was cute.”

The prince said, stroking my hair.

A mocking smile played on his lips.

I glared at him through teary eyes.

But my gaze was feeble…

The overwhelming pleasure’s afterglow and humiliation weighed heavily on my heart…

“Now…”

Suddenly, the prince rolled off me, lying spread-eagle in the bed’s center.

His abrupt movement left me bewildered.

“Come here.”

He beckoned.

“Get on top of me yourself.”

His words sent a chill through my body.

“What…”

“Come, Miss Eleanor.”

The prince grinned.

“Straddle me. And lower your hips slowly.”

Realizing his intent, my stomach twisted.

It wasn’t just the act—he wanted to maximize my humiliation.

He wanted to see me willingly submit.

“No… I can’t…”

“What’s that?”

His voice grew cold.

“Have you forgotten your family and the footage? There’s the new footage too.”

My family… Sophia… and the terror of the footage spreading to Alexander and the kingdom.

My soul felt torn apart.