The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 24: The Wine of Victory

Chapter 24: The Wine of Victory

“Phew…”

I exhaled with satisfaction.

After hours of relentless acts, Eleanor had finally passed out.

Her body was drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, the bed soaked with love juices and blood.

“To think the haughty Eleanor could be such a depraved woman.”

I withdrew myself from her.

From the gaping hole, my cloudy semen overflowed, the wet vaginal walls writhing visibly.

The belle of high society, the proud Frostheart lady, now exposed in such a pathetic state.

“I need to record this up close…”

I grabbed the magical recording device and zoomed in on her open pussy.

The evidence was perfect.

Everything—her willing participation, her drowning in pleasure—was captured.

“I’d love to show this to Alexander…”

I smirked, my eyes drawn to her erect clitoris.

Even unconscious, the small bud was engorged and hard.

As if it still craved more.

“Honest to the core, aren’t you?”

I pinched it with my fingers, crushing it lightly.

“Higyiii!”

Eleanor screamed, jolting awake.

Her face showed terror and confusion, but her eyes already held the tint of pleasure.

“Awake, Eleanor? We’re far from done.”

I thrust my hardened cock back into her.

With no strength left to resist, her body accepted me easily, her insides tightening as if welcoming me.

“Ku… still such a tight grip.”

At my words, she tried to turn her face away in shame.

But her body responded honestly, her hips lifting slightly, seeking me.

“This body’s fully memorized my shape, hasn’t it?”

I grabbed her hair, forcing her face up, and made her see her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes widened.

Her lascivious expression and the sight of her accepting me left her speechless.

“How’s that? This is your true self.”

I gripped her hips and began thrusting rhythmically.

Her body responded instantly, her hips moving as if seeking it herself.

“N-no… this isn’t… ahh!”

Her words broke with another climax.

To come so quickly—she was practically fully trained.

“You’re mine, Eleanor.”

I whispered in her ear.

“I’ll make sure you never forget tonight.”

Her body trembled, sinking back into pleasure.

My victory was complete.

I had dominated her physically and mentally.

Her moans echoed through the room.

“My training’s only just begun…”

My words faded into the room, as our acts continued until morning.

—

“Show it to me again.”

In the secret room deep within the private chamber of a luxurious restaurant, I sank into a sofa, a soft smile on my lips.

Holding a glass of red wine in one hand, I stroked the armrest of the lavish chair with the other.

“‘I’m… sorry!! I came!! I can’t take it!! Coming!!!!’”

The wall projected the scene of Eleanor during our wager.

“Here you are, Master.”

Mia gracefully operated the crystal, rewinding the footage.

Magic seeped from her fingertips, making the crystal glow blue.

At my gaze, the scene replayed.

“‘Stop!!! I’ll concede!!!!’”

In the footage, Eleanor desperately resisted the stimulation from my “product,” but the aphrodisiac’s effect rendered her struggle futile.

“That moment…”

I leaned forward, gripping the glass tighter.

In the footage, Eleanor reached her limit.

“‘I lost!!!! My pussy lost!!!!’”

Her face was filled with despair and defeat, her pride as the belle of high society utterly shattered.

“For the so-called belle of high society to end up so pathetic.”

I muttered with satisfaction, sipping the wine.

In the room’s depths, a large bed held the unconscious Eleanor.

Mia, I, and Iris stood outside it.

Her ornate dress was disheveled, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, tear tracks clear on her cheeks.

Her breathing was ragged, her hips occasionally twitching with spasms.

“Master, she hasn’t regained consciousness yet.”

Iris reported coolly.

Clad in a white coat, she observed Eleanor with a researcher’s detachment.

“It may take time to recover. The aphrodisiac’s effect might have been too strong.”

“No matter. What a delightful time it was. Her beautiful face, twisted so ugly, was exquisite.”

I muttered with satisfaction.

The memory of trapping Eleanor, blackmailing her with footage, and making her lose the wager was still vivid.

Her terrified face, trembling hands, and humiliated eyes.

It was more satisfying than I’d imagined.

I rose elegantly and walked to the window.

Outside, the night deepened, moonlight casting a silvery glow into the room.

The light hit my face, creating eerie shadows.

“Master, a report from those tracking the Granblue Duke.”

Mia quietly handed me a sealed parchment.

I turned with interest, taking the document.

Breaking the magical seal, the parchment opened, its contents materializing.

I read carefully, my expression shifting—curiosity, surprise, then a malicious grin.

“Oh, this is quite amusing.”

I chuckled bitterly, placing the parchment on my knee.

“Apparently, the Granblue Duke’s loan covered the Frostheart family’s interest payments. Just last night, at the last possible moment. The Duke’s decision was faster than expected. Still, my goal was achieved.”

I looked at Mia and Iris, laughing gleefully.

“To think he’d borrow at high interest to save another family. The Granblue Duke’s quite the saint. I’m curious what interest rate he charged the Frosthearts. Imagine Eleanor’s face when she hears this.”

Mia nodded slightly.

“She might break completely, Master.”

“After all that humiliation, to learn it was all unnecessary…”

“There lies true revenge.”

I raised my wine glass in a silent toast.

“But we shouldn’t tell her yet.”

Iris suggested.

“There’s a more… effective time to reveal it?”

“Exactly.”

I agreed, sinking back into the chair.

“Information is a weapon that shines when timed perfectly. This knowledge must be used when it’ll hurt her most.”

Mia and Iris nodded in agreement.

The three of us lowered our voices, ensuring the unconscious Eleanor couldn’t hear.

“What if Alexander tells her about the loan?”

“That’d be amusing.”

I laughed.

“For her to hear from him, after giving herself to me, ‘Your family was already saved.’ Delicious irony.”

We exchanged meaningful smiles.

“Now, let’s wake her. Wait outside.”

“Understood.”

As the two left, I approached the bed and slapped Eleanor’s buttocks.

Slap!! Smack!! Crack!!

Once, twice, thrice, each hit harder.

Her body jolted, my smile deepening.

“Wake up. We’re not done.”

“Ugh…”

Eleanor’s pale buttocks reddened.

The pain stirred her consciousness, and she let out a small groan.

Her unfocused eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

“Still so beautiful.”

I stared at her face.

Her trembling lips, long eyelashes, pale skin.

Even in this state, her beauty, lauded as the finest in high society, hadn’t faded.

That only fueled my desire for conquest further.

She slowly opened her eyes.

After a moment of confusion, as if recalling everything, terror filled her gaze.

“Hii…”

“Good morning, Miss Eleanor.”

I smiled with satisfaction.

“Last night was splendid.”

Speechless, she clutched the sheets tightly.

“Nothing to say? After begging, ‘Please put your cock in my pussy’?”

At my words, she turned her face away.

Her reaction heightened my sense of victory.

“If Alexander learned of this…”

I pulled a small crystal from my pocket.

It held the record of last night’s entirety.

“What face would he make?”

Her body trembled.

Her terrified reaction filled me with deep satisfaction.

“To know his fiancée willingly sought another man’s cock, writhing for it…”

“Stop… please…”

Her frail voice echoed.

“Gyahaha! I can’t stop laughing!”

I laughed heartily.

The woman who once looked down on me now begged pathetically. A perfect revenge.

“Don’t worry. It’s not time to show it yet.”

I pocketed the crystal.

“But remember, I can use this anytime.”

Eleanor nodded silently.

She seemed to have lost even the will to resist.

“Now, you may go.”

I stood, gazing out the window.

The pre-dawn scenery of the capital unfolded.

“Really…?”

Her voice mixed doubt and fear.

“Yes. You fulfilled the promise. You lost the wager and spent the night with me, didn’t you?”

I smiled coldly.

“I’ve had my fill of fun.”

That was half-true.

I enjoyed myself, but this wasn’t the end.

It was merely the beginning.

“Your clothes are over there. Leave whenever you like.”

Eleanor tried to rise from the bed, but her body seemed uncooperative.

The aphrodisiac mixed in my wine was potent, its effects likely lingering.

She didn’t know the wine was laced.

Recalling her depraved self from last night, she’d loathe herself endlessly.

“But don’t forget.”

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.

“When I call, you come, you lewd woman.”

She nodded slightly, her eyes filled with terror.

“Farewell, Miss Eleanor. Oh, the 500,000 gold coins I promised are already in your personal account.”

Before leaving the room, I glanced back at her.

She clutched the sheets with trembling hands, head bowed.

No trace remained of the proud lady she once was.

In the corridor, Mia and Iris, who had left earlier, awaited.

“Everything’s recorded, Master.”

Iris offered a small crystal.

Different from the one I showed Eleanor, it was the true backup.

“Are you satisfied?”

Mia asked demurely.

“Yes, it was the best.”

I led them to another room in the restaurant.

Various equipment was set up there.

“Eleanor’s final climax was magnificent.”

I said, recalling.

“Her body, driven by the aphrodisiac, came endlessly.”

“Her mental strength is impressive. Her spirit isn’t completely broken yet.”

Iris said with admiration.

“That makes it more fun. If she broke too easily, I’d be bored.”

I sat, sipping wine.

“A fully broken doll loses its charm. Her lingering resistance makes destroying her delightful.”

“The next plan?”

Mia asked.

“Of course, I’ll corner Eleanor further, but next is Alexander.”

I began explaining.

A detailed plan to ruin the Granblue family.

It was already in motion.

“And we’ll continue as Earl Silver.”

Mia checked the schedule.

“Yes. Proceed with the loan to the Granblue family as planned. Wait for their default on high-interest payments, then seize their assets.”

The threads of revenge were steadily woven.

Not just one person, but everyone around her would face my vengeance.

Total destruction.

That was my goal.

“The carriage is ready.”

Iris reported.

“Then, let’s return as Earl Silver.”

I drank a magic potion, transforming.

From the fat prince to the sharp earl.

“Eleanor likely won’t recover for a while.”

I said finally.

“But before she does, we’ll strike again to break her spirit.”

The three of us laughed quietly and left the room.

The gears of revenge kept turning relentlessly.