The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 23: Self-Inflicted Depravity ☆

Chapter 23: Self-Inflicted Depravity ☆

“I… understand.”

I answered with a trembling voice.

My dress had already slipped from my shoulders, barely covering my waist.

With my upper body exposed, I crawled across the bed toward the prince without removing more clothing.

His eyes devoured my body, their gaze piercing through my remaining garments.

The prince’s belly rose like a mountain, and beyond it, his massive, towering cock loomed.

As I drew closer, the prince whispered,

“Now, slowly take off your panties and straddle me.”

I slid off my panties slowly.

They were already drenched, clinging to my skin, making them hard to remove.

“Gahaha! Already soaking wet, huh?! Toss them outside the bed!”

As he commanded, I flung the panties away.

Splatter

With a lewd wet sound, they hit the floor.

Supporting myself with both hands, I lifted one leg over the prince, positioning myself to straddle him.

My body trembled with fear and revulsion.

This couldn’t be real.

The belle of high society, the proud daughter of the Frostheart family, with that prince…

“Gufufu… fully exposed! Your pubic hair’s the same silvery blonde as your head, huh? Curly and wet, sticking to your skin—what a lascivious sight. Looking up at your pussy from below, it’s the best view ever!”

The prince taunted.

“I want to savor this moment fully.”

His words filled me with unbearable humiliation.

This wasn’t just an act—it was his revenge.

A ritual to trample my dignity, to shatter my pride.

Exposing my most private place, never shown to anyone, to this loathsome man…

And he mocked and relished my most shameful parts…

“Gufufu… look here. My cock’s throbbing, craving your pussy!”

The prince pointed to his enormous penis.

It looked like a raging slab of meat…

Clear fluid oozed from its tip…

My body tensed with fear and disgust.

There was no way something that size could fit inside me.

I placed my legs on either side of his body, gripping his shoulders with trembling hands.

His skin was unhealthily damp, the touch alone making me nauseous.

The prince’s excited breathing quickened, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

“Now, lower your hips.”

For a moment, I was seized by the urge to throw everything away and flee.

But my family’s faces flashed in my mind.

Especially Sophia’s innocent smile.

To save her from a slave’s fate…

Like an unladylike bow-legged stance, I began lowering my hips.

My dress bunched up around my waist.

I turned my face away in shame and disgust.

To think I’d have to show him such a depraved sight…

“Gufufu, your pussy’s wide open! That pretty pink flesh is fully visible. You’re more than ready, aren’t you?”

The prince said with an ugly grin.

His penis twitched.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I slowly lowered my hips.

At the moment of contact, every cell in my body seemed to scream in rejection.

“That’s it… keep going…”

The prince’s voice no longer sounded human.

It was like a beast’s growl, a monster’s whisper from a nightmare.

I closed my eyes, trying to escape to distant memories.

Happy times with Alexander… childhood with my family… but the cold reality and crushing humiliation were too strong, denying me refuge.

“Your pussy’s dripping love juices onto my glans! Excited, Miss Eleanor? Your pussy’s soaking, aching for my cock!”

The unbearable shame and humiliation made my head burn.

To be seen in such a depraved state…

My most sacred place, never shown to anyone, exposed to this hated man…

Falling of my own accord… in the cruelest way, my pride and dignity were ground to dust.

Being watched as he toyed with my most secret parts was unbearably maddening…

Yet, a part of me felt excited by his gaze.

Beneath my crotch was the prince’s massive cock.

A grotesque slab of flesh…

The liquid flowing from my sacred honey pot dripped onto his large glans…

The lascivious sight confused my mind.

“Go on, touch it… guide my thing into your pussy.”

His words made me shudder.

I didn’t want to touch something so filthy…

But I couldn’t disobey…

Tentatively, I touched his cock with my fingertips.

Its unexpected heat and hardness startled me.

“You make that face just from touching? Grip it properly and guide it.”

Hastily, I wrapped my entire hand around it.

It pulsed with a twitch.

The sensation alone stirred something within me…

Tearfully, I looked down at him.

Resolving myself, I lowered my hips.

My pussy met his cock.

The sensation of my soft labia pressing against his hard, hot glans…

I gasped.

“Uhooo! Miss Eleanor’s pussy flesh is so soft!”

The prince roared like a beast.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and slowly sank my hips.

Despite my entire being’s rejection, my body betrayed me.

Conditioned by countless climaxes from the devices and relentless teasing, my body began accepting his grotesque cock with surprising ease.

“Ah… why…”

A small murmur escaped my lips, and the prince grinned with satisfaction.

“Gahaha! Eleanor’s pussy kiss feels amazing!”

His words made my heart shatter.

No, no, this wasn’t my will.

It was merely my body’s reaction.

My heart rejected it, but my overly sensitive body responded on its own.

My hips descended gradually.

Though my body, accepting a man for the first time, should have felt pain, even that pain seemed to morph into pleasure.

Rip, rip, rip, tear

With the sensation of something tearing, warm liquid flowed down my thighs.

The blood of my virginity.

“Ah…”

A voice slipped out.

“Gufoo! Wrapped in Eleanor’s pussy flesh!”

The prince shouted in jubilation.

“The first blood of the proud Frostheart lady! Gufufu… as expected of Miss Eleanor. So soft, with such tight grip.”

His words humiliated me, yet my body continued reacting against my will.

The sensation of being filled for the first time, the spreading heat within, the waves of pleasure from hypersensitive nerves.

“N-no… this shouldn’t be…”

I let out a broken voice, trying to turn away.

But the prince grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Look, Eleanor… see your face.”

He pointed to a mirror beside us.

My reflection.

Disheveled hair, a face wet with tears and sweat, and most terrifying, my expression.

A mix of ecstasy and anguish, a face I’d never seen.

“N-nh…”

Against my will, my hips began to move.

Up and down, slightly, but unmistakably.

The prince released his hands, lying back, watching me with a laugh.

“You’re moving on your own, Eleanor… without anyone’s command.”

His mockery pierced my ears.

No, this isn’t me… I thought, but my body kept moving.

His thick cock reached my deepest parts, pressing hard…

The impact nearly made me lose consciousness.

“Your pussy’s love juices are clinging to me! Your pussy’s greedily squeezing my cock!”

The prince’s voice dripped with sadistic excitement.

“Ha… nh… aah…”

I couldn’t suppress my voice.

Even biting my lips, I couldn’t stop the breaths escaping my throat.

Slap, slap, slap, slap

As my movements grew, the lewd sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the room.

The sound amplified my shame, yet strangely stirred excitement.

“That’s it, moan louder! Your pussy’s writhing, gripping my cock! You lewd girl!”

The prince grabbed my hips from below, thrusting upward powerfully.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! ♡ Ah! ♡ Aaaah~~~♡”

Caught off guard, a loud voice escaped me.

It was so sweet and lascivious, I could hardly believe it was mine.

“Magnificent… the ice beauty of high society, making such sounds! Move your hips more! Caress my cock with your pussy!”

The prince said with satisfaction.

“From the moment I first saw you, I imagined this… and reality surpasses my dreams.”

His thrusts grew fiercer, my sacred place endlessly overflowing with honey, soaking his penis.

The sounds grew increasingly obscene…

“Aaah… what… is this…?”

Suddenly, a jolt of electric pleasure surged through my body.

I moaned, enduring the first wave of climax I’d ever felt.

“What’s wrong, Miss Eleanor? Already about to come?”

The prince grinned wickedly, gripping my hips and thrusting harder.

“No… stop, ah… it’s coming…!”

I let out a scream-like cry, writhing.

As my voice echoed in the room, another powerful wave of pleasure pierced me.

My body trembled violently, my vagina tightly clenching his penis.

“Oh… ooh…!! Already coming inside for the first time? You lewd bitch!! Your hymen’s clinging to my glans as it pulls out! Your pussy’s perfect! Your convulsing, climaxing hole’s sucking my cock in, it’s so good I could die!”

He gasped.

Amazed by the intense contractions, his eyes widened.

Gripping my hips harder, he thrust even more powerfully.

“Haaahn… ah, I’m gonna come again…!”

I clung to his chest, moaning through tears.

The prince, breathing heavily, smirked…

And began pounding our flesh together even more fiercely.

“No… this isn’t… me…”

I screamed in my heart, but my body betrayed me.

My hips moved on their own, my voice leaked uncontrollably, and most terrifyingly, waves of heat surged from within, enveloping me repeatedly.

“Here it comes… the moment the Frostheart lady drowns in base pleasure!”

The prince wore a cruel smile, accelerating his rhythm.

Before I could grasp his words, my body reacted.

A lightning-like pleasure shot through my spine.

Waves shook my entire being.

The sensation of my rationality’s last stronghold crumbling.

“Ah, aaah! I’m coming… I’m coming!! Aaaahhh!!”

I moaned wildly, lost to the world.

Another deep climax hit, my consciousness fading.

My body arched like a bow, uncontrollable spasms running through me.

My vision whitened, and for a moment, I nearly forgot who I was.

“Gahaha! Miss Eleanor’s coming nonstop on my cock! Splendid! Truly splendid, Eleanor!”

The prince roared in triumph.

“I’ve burned your true self into my eyes!”

Gasping, I tried to steady my trembling body.

But it wasn’t over.

The prince’s movements didn’t stop—they intensified.

“Not yet… I won’t let it end.”

His words tightened my chest with despairing fear.

This nightmare would continue.

Before I could recover from climax, the prince’s movements grew even fiercer.

Each time his massive glans touched my deepest place—my cervix—an electric shock ran through me.

“Aaah… no, stop… I can’t… ah… ahn… aaahhh!!”

My screams sounded lascivious even to my own ears.

Once opened, the door to pleasure couldn’t be closed.

My rationality faded into a fog, leaving only raw physical sensation.

“How’s it feel? Good?”

The prince’s mocking voice reached me.

“Answer, Eleanor.”

Speaking was nearly impossible, but my mouth opened as if controlled.

“Y-yes…”

I was stunned that those words came from me, but I had no capacity to think.

“Louder! What’s happening where!?”

The prince thrust harder.

“Ah! It feels… good! My pussy’s so good, I’m coming nonstop!!”

My scream echoed through the room.

“Ah… ah… no… aaahhh!”

In that moment, another wave of climax crashed over me, my body convulsing violently.

“Look at this shameless slut.”

The prince laughed cruelly.

“Who’d believe it? The belle of high society, the proud Frostheart lady, writhing atop an ugly prince.”

His words should have wounded me deeply.

But my brain, drowned in maddening pleasure, took even that as stimulation.

Humiliation, unbelievably, sparked more excitement.

“You’re a pervert.”

The prince smirked.

“To feel from words like these.”

“No… this isn’t…”

I tried to deny it, but my body responded honestly.

I thrust my hips harder, seeking the deepest pleasure.

Dangerous thoughts—that I didn’t care who saw—flashed through my mind.

“A pervert like you, I’ve never seen.”

The prince said, breathing heavily.

“I’d love to show Alexander. Your proud fiancée’s true nature, these lewd moans and hip movements.”

Alexander’s name briefly sparked my rationality, but it was swiftly swallowed by pleasure.

My hips moved against my will, shameful words spilling from my lips.

“No, but it’s too good… I can’t stop!! More… deeper… break me!!”

At my unbelievable words, the prince laughed triumphantly.

“Hey, did you hear that?”

He glanced at the room’s corner.

There stood the two mistresses from before.

They were watching everything.

The realization brought a fleeting shame, but even that turned to pleasure, terrifying me.

“No… don’t look…”

I said, but my body moved more fiercely.

“Your body and mouth say opposite things.”

The prince mocked.

“Eleanor Frostheart, you’re a born pervert.”

The last fragment of my rationality tried to deny it.

No, it’s the devices’ effect.

That trial changed my body.

But even that denial rang hollow.

Each climax briefly satisfied my body, only for it to crave more.

I lost count of how many times I came.

My consciousness fragmented, my sense of time vanished.

I could think of nothing.

My mind swirled with only pleasure and humiliation.

And that emotional explosion poured from my mouth.

“It’s too good! My pussy’s so good, I could die!”

My voice was shockingly loud.

Writhing in shame, I kept clenching the prince’s cock.

“This is wrong… this should never be allowed…”

Tears fell with my sobs.

But it couldn’t be stopped.

My voice shifted high and low, moans and cries mixed with lascivious words.

“Ah… aaah!! I’ll die…!! More… do more!! Break my pussy…!”

Hearing my screams, the prince began thrusting harder, as if in a final sprint.

Each time his cock pierced my deepest parts, I screamed and writhed.

And as I reached yet another climax…

“I’m coming! I’m coming!! ♡”

My scream was that of a fully aroused woman.

“My pussy… my pussy! ♡ It’s going crazy, I’m melting inside! ♡♡”

The prince seemed to reach his limit.

With one massive thrust, he released hot semen deep inside me.

“Uoooh… I’m coming inside! I’ll fill you with my seed… planting it right in Eleanor’s womb!”

The prince roared like a beast, driving his penis as deep as it could go.

“No… stop!! Not inside!! Pull out!!”

I screamed, but my body reacted on its own.

My vagina’s strong contractions milked his ejaculation.

As hot semen slammed into my womb…

I let out a cry of despair and pleasure, my body trembling.

The sensation of my womb filling with semen brought unbelievable pleasure.

“Nooo!! I’m coming, coming, coming!!”

The feeling of hot magma flooding my womb.

My body greedily accepted it, drinking every drop poured into my depths.

Another intense climax whitened my consciousness.

I no longer knew who I was or where I was.

I could only surrender to the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

My rationality was gone, my mind fixated on one truth.

My lower abdomen burned with unnatural heat.

The prince’s semen volume was beyond imagination, filling my womb to the brim, I realized.

The sensation of my womb overflowing with his hot semen…

I might conceive his child.

That possibility…

I was crushed by my own foolishness and misery.

Guilt toward Alexander seared my chest.

“Hic… ah, it’s hot…! I told you not to come inside…”

I sobbed, looking at him.

The prince, having released every drop, sighed in satisfaction.

I, meanwhile, felt despair, my body still trembling in pleasure’s afterglow.

“How’s it feel? Filled to the brim with my semen?”

The prince lifted my chin, grinning wickedly.

“We’re not done… we’ll go until morning.”

This nightmare wasn’t over.

But most terrifying was the fact that my body craved it.

Loathing the prince and his repulsiveness.

Yet, my body had fully submitted to the pleasure he gave.

Caught in this contradiction, my rationality shattered, leaving only a body seeking pleasure.

“Next, let’s do it like this.”

The prince’s voice was filled with cruel pleasure.

He sat up on the bed, grabbed my shoulders, and turned me around.

“Get on all fours.”

At his command, a faint spark of resistance flickered in my mind, but my body was already enslaved to pleasure.

With trembling limbs, I assumed the position as ordered.

“Good, good, well done.”

The prince said with satisfaction.

“Now, face your ass toward me, spread it with both hands, and beg.”

The moment I understood his words, deep shame pierced my heart.

In stark contrast to Alexander’s gentle, respectful love, this was the ultimate humiliation, and I tried to voice my resistance.

“I… can’t…”

I attempted to refuse in a frail voice.

“Do as you’re told.”

The prince’s voice was merciless.

“Or the footage of you writhing and coming nonstop will spread across the kingdom by tonight.”

Whether it was the threat or my pleasure-dominated body acting on its own, my hands reached back, grasping my buttocks.

“That’s it, spread them wider.”

Following the prince’s command, I spread my butt cheeks wide with both hands.

There was no act more shameful, more humiliating.

Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I closed my eyes.

The figure there was no longer the proud Frostheart lady but a woman enslaved to lascivious desire.

(I’m truly the worst… so shameful…)

I muttered in my heart.

Disgust for myself and this situation swirled within me.

The prince, seeing me spread my buttocks, let out a lewd grin.

“What a depraved pose…”

He continued grandly.

His calm tone drove me further into despair.

“The hole used daily to excrete waste after eating, the most base and vile act… you’re showing off the hole you shit from. A place no human should display, yet you spread it shamelessly…! Where’s your pride gone?”

His words stabbed deep into my heart, igniting a blaze of shame.

I wanted to cover my face and collapse in tears, but even that wasn’t allowed.

My face burned red as I looked down.

As he said, the humiliation of exposing such an ugly place enveloped my body.

“I can see every wrinkle of your asshole. It’s a pretty color, and look, it’s twitching!”

The prince reveled in my reactions, pressing on.

I clenched my teeth, enduring the shame.

“Your pussy’s wide open too. The semen I shot inside is clinging to your vaginal walls… love juices dripping everywhere! What a lewd hole! Gyahaha! The best view ever!!”

“A slutty pussy and a filthy asshole. Happy to have both seen? Beg like the lewd woman you are.”

The prince asked wickedly.

I shook my head desperately.

“You know what to say, don’t you?”

He questioned from behind.

My lips trembled, my cheeks flushed with shame.

“P-please…”

“What are you begging for? Say it more vulgarly!!”

“P-please… put your c-cock in my p-pussy… please…”

In that moment, I realized I had utterly fallen.

The real me would never have said such words, even at the cost of my life.

Yet now, they spilled from my mouth.

“This is what you wanted, right? To beg for a man’s cock in such a humiliating pose, with your asshole fully exposed!”

The prince laughed at my words, pressing the tip of his hardened penis against my secret place.

In the next moment, his massive cock thrust in all at once.

“Hiaa! I’m coming!! Coming!!”

The instant he penetrated, an unexpected, intense climax hit me.

A lightning-like pleasure surged from my toes to my scalp, whitening my consciousness.

“Your pussy’s squirting love juices!! Coming so hard just from insertion! You lewd bitch!!”

“N-no… not like this… hic, ahn!!”

A wordless moan escaped my lips.

Another thrust from the prince brought another climax.

“Air’s getting trapped in your pussy, spraying love juices with every thrust!! Your pussy farts!! Such a lewd sound!!”

As he said, each thrust produced an airy sound from within me.

Bu-bo! Bubi-bubi! Bu-boo!

I wanted to cover my ears.

The humiliation of such obscene sounds being heard…

Yet, my body responded, growing wetter.

“The best! The ultimate onahole pussy!!!”

The prince’s mockery tormented me.

Another thrust… another climax.

As if every thrust made my body climax.

“Impressive, Eleanor.”

The prince said mockingly.

“Coming with every thrust—you must love it.”

His words were true.

My body had learned his shape, each thrust guiding me to peak pleasure.

My rationality screamed, but my body ignored it, craving only pleasure.

Bu-bo! Bubi-bubi! Bibi-bi!

Obscene sounds rang out with his pistoning.

Hearing them, I felt so ashamed I could burst into flames.

“N-no… this isn’t… me… I’m coming! Coming!!”

With a wordless scream, I reached another climax.

Time and my sense of self grew hazy.

All that remained was pure pleasure.

His hands spread my buttocks, exposing my anus to humiliating scrutiny.

“Your asshole’s twitching too! I’m fucking the haughty earl’s daughter’s pussy while staring at her asshole!! The best time ever!!”

I wanted to cry from shame.

The prince relentlessly pounded my cervix, kneading my buttocks.

Each time his thick cock reached my deepest parts, I felt my consciousness slipping.

“Look at your lewd self now.”

At his words, I unconsciously glanced at the wall’s mirror.

The woman there wasn’t me.

Sweat-soaked, wavy hair, a distorted face, unfocused eyes rolled upward.

My tongue lolled out, drool dripping down my chin.

An “ahegao” face, dominated by pleasure—a term that flashed in my mind.

The belle of high society, reduced to this expression, was unimaginable.

“Look at her climax face!!”

The prince called to the two mistresses in the corner.

They approached, wearing mocking smiles.

“Oh my, what an incredible face.”

“Who’d have thought the prim lady was such a pervert?”

Their mocking words reached my ears.

They should have wounded me, but my pleasure-drowned brain turned even that into excitement.

“Kukuku, you feel it from being watched, don’t you?”

The prince whispered from behind.

“Your true nature, hidden under false nobility.”

“N-no… this isn’t…”

Duchu! Bachun! Duchu! Bachun! Duchu! Bachun!

Though I denied it, my body responded honestly.

Their gazes and mockery, mixed with shame, sparked new pleasure within me.

Matching the prince’s movements, I began thrusting my hips more fiercely.

Chasing pleasure, deeper, harder, my instincts screamed.

“Look!! Moving so eagerly on your own!!”

“Hahaha, amazing! Victor-sama’s hands spreading her, her asshole is wide open!”

“And what a smell! Love juices, semen, sweat! Even the shit smell from your asshole!”

The prince’s mockery mingled with the mistresses’ laughter.

But my body wouldn’t stop.

My sensations soared, obliterating the last fragments of rationality.

“N-no… more… I’m… fugu! Fuuu! Coming again!!”

At the moment of climax, my body arched, my vision whitened.

A beastly roar escaped, my body wracked by uncontrollable spasms.

But it didn’t end.

The prince’s movements, my body’s reactions, wouldn’t stop.

The door to pleasure, once opened, wouldn’t close.

As my consciousness fragmented, I realized I was irrevocably changed.

After this night, I could never return to my old self.

My noble pride, my pure love for Alexander—all sank into the mud of pleasure.

“Alexander… forgive me…”

A faint whisper of my last rationality, but even that was swallowed by the next wave of climax.

And the night refused to dawn…