The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 25: The Weight of Sin

Chapter 25: The Weight of Sin

Slipping into the mansion through the back entrance, praying no one would notice, I hurried down the corridor and rushed into my room.

I glanced back once, but fortunately, it seemed no one was awake.

The moment I closed the door and locked it, I collapsed to my knees.

The dim light of pre-dawn filtered through the window.

How much time had passed since I left the restaurant?

My memory was fragmented, and I couldn’t clearly recall how I’d made it back.

I only remembered that the prince’s carriage had dropped me near the Frostheart estate.

After that, I dragged my feet, blending into the darkness of the night, until I reached the back entrance.

I stayed collapsed on the floor, unable to move for a while.

From deep within my body, the sensations of last night surged like waves.

The feeling on the insides of my thighs and in my lower abdomen was particularly intense, reminding me of what had happened.

Still, before anyone woke, I had to erase the evidence.

I hurriedly shed my soiled dress and stood before the washbasin.

I gasped at my reflection in the mirror.

A pale face, swollen eyes, disheveled hair, and red marks covering my body.

They were the marks where the prince had sucked my skin.

And from between my thighs, thick white liquid oozed with every movement.

My womb was still filled with an overwhelming amount of semen.

“Is this… me?”

I muttered in a hoarse voice.

The figure in the mirror was no longer the belle of high society but merely a defiled woman.

I quickly balled up the soiled dress and hid my semen-stained undergarments beneath the laundry.

No one must see them.

I headed to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water.

I wanted to wash away the saliva, sweat, semen, their smell, and their sensation clinging to my body.

Sinking into the tub, I began scrubbing vigorously.

Fragments of last night resurfaced.

The wager I lost.

My body driven mad by pleasure.

The humiliation of begging for his cock myself repeatedly.

Knowing it was all recorded.

Each memory brought nausea, and I nearly vomited in the tub multiple times.

No matter how much I washed, the sensations of last night wouldn’t leave my body.

The red marks on my skin, the deep bodily sensations, and the indelible memory of humiliation.

Most terrifying was my body’s reaction.

Against my will, I had felt pleasure.

Abandoning rational behavior, I had sought his cock, writhing my hips.

Spewing lascivious words, I climaxed repeatedly like a madwoman.

That tormented me more than anything.

“It’s fine…”

I muttered.

“It was to protect my family…”

But despite my words, I kept blaming myself inwardly.

I should have resisted.

There must have been another way.

Yet, in that situation, what else could I have done?

To protect Sophia…

“I can never tell anyone… no one must know… ugh… waaah!”

I submerged my face in the hot water, crying.

I wept so much that I couldn’t distinguish tears from water.

The wound in my heart was deeper than the violation of my body.

At that moment, I felt something flow from my pussy.

White, thick semen floated in the bathwater.

The prince’s traces were leaking from my body.

Terror and revulsion brought another wave of nausea.

I scrambled out of the tub, rinsing my body with clean water.

Yet, I still felt as if his traces kept oozing from within.

Finally leaving the bathroom, I wrapped myself in a thick robe.

As if to hide my body, to protect myself.

I wanted to erase my scent, his scent, everything.

Returning to my room, I burrowed into bed.

Curling up, I pulled the blanket over my head.

As if to shut out the world.

Even closing my eyes, last night’s scenes flashed before me.

The prince’s smile, the sensation of his cock, his mocking, abusive voice… and the unforgettable pleasure, my time of humiliation.

Exhausted to the point of unconsciousness, I couldn’t sleep.

How many hours passed?

The light streaming through the window grew stronger, and the house became noisy.

My family must have woken.

I wrapped myself tighter in the blanket, wishing to see no one.

A knock at the door startled me awake.

I must have fallen asleep without realizing.

“Milady, it’s time for breakfast.”

At the maid’s voice, I tensed.

“I’m… not feeling well today. I’ll skip breakfast.”

“Do you have a fever? Shall I call a doctor?”

“No, it’s just fatigue. I’ll be fine with rest.”

The maid, sounding concerned, said,

“Call if you need anything.”

And left.

In the quiet room, I stared at the ceiling.

What should I do now?

What can I say to Alexander?

Can I face him?

I love him.

That’s why I’m terrified of him learning the truth.

Lost in such thoughts, I fell back asleep.

When I next woke, the sun was high.

The room was bathed in bright daylight, quiet.

I was slightly calmer.

But those sensations hadn’t faded.

Then, excited voices came from the corridor.

“It’s true! We’re saved!”

It was Sophia’s voice.

What had happened?

I slowly rose from bed and pressed my ear to the door.

“Lord Alexander persuaded Father! The Granblue Duke’s loan paid off the interest!”

At those words, my heart nearly stopped.

What are they saying?

Summoning my resolve, I opened the door.

Sophia and my brother stood in the corridor.

Both looked surprised to see me.

“Sister! You’re awake? Wonderful news!”

Sophia rushed toward me, almost jumping.

I instinctively stepped back, but she hugged me regardless.

As I caught her, another gush of semen soaked my undergarments.

Terror shot through me.

Sophia’s face, short as she was, pressed near my lower abdomen.

“Sister, did you change your perfume? It smells… different.”

Sophia tilted her head.

I pulled away instinctively.

My innocent sister had smelled the semen…

“Yes… I wanted a change of mood…”

I answered, covering up.

“Really? I think I liked your old perfume better.”

Sophia nodded simply.

As a child, she didn’t grasp the true reason for the change.

It was better she didn’t know.

A secret that must never be revealed.

“But listen! We’re saved!”

Sophia began talking excitedly.

I listened, feeling a cold shock.

After I left, Alexander had visited Father, securing a 500,000 gold coin loan from the Granblue Duke.

Before I went to that restaurant last night, the matter was already resolved.

Everything I did… was for nothing.

All that humiliation, all that pain, all of it.

My family was already saved.

“Are you okay, Sister? You look pale.”

I forced a smile.

“It’s nothing. Just tired… That’s… wonderful.”

I felt a heavy weight sink into my chest.

There was no need for me to endure that humiliation.

My family was already saved…

“Lord Alexander is here. He’s talking with Father but surely wants to see you.”

Panic nearly overwhelmed me. Meeting Alexander… I couldn’t.

Could I meet his pure gaze?

Could I touch his hand?

I felt too defiled.

“I’m… still unwell…”

Before I could finish, a voice came from the stairs.

“Eleanor?”

It was Alexander’s voice.

I froze.

I lacked the courage to face him.

Especially now, knowing his loan saved my family.

Knowing my actions were utterly meaningless, how could I face him?

“Sister, it’s Lord Alexander!”

Sophia pointed excitedly toward the stairs.

I was seized by the urge to flee.

But my feet were rooted to the ground.

Alexander ascended the stairs.

As his figure came into view, my heart raced.

He was, as ever, gallant, pristine, noble.

In stark contrast to me.

“Eleanor! I’ve missed you.”

He moved to approach me.

“No, you can’t!”

I couldn’t help but cry out.

A look of surprise crossed Alexander’s face.

“Eleanor…?”

“I’m sorry… it’s just… my health…”

I desperately made an excuse.

I couldn’t tell him the real reason.

That I was defiled, that I no longer deserved his touch, and above all…

(I don’t want him near me, reeking of Prince Victor’s semen.)

That thought echoed in my heart.

If Alexander came closer, he would surely notice.

I had to avoid that at all costs.

“Even so…”

His words tightened my chest with pain.

He was worried about me.

And thanks to him, my family was saved.

Yet, I…

“I’m sorry…”

Overwhelmed by guilt and shame, I bowed my head.

I was terrified of facing him directly.

If our eyes met, I felt he might see through my secret.

“What’s wrong? Are you ill?”

Alexander reached to place a hand on my shoulder, concern in his voice.

I instinctively pulled away.

I feared his hand touching my shoulder.

The terror that he might notice the prince’s traces on my body consumed me.

“I’m sorry… I’m still unwell… I don’t want anyone touching me…”

I said in a small voice.

“It might be contagious… um…”

Words failed me.

How could I explain?

I could only stare at the floor.

“Don’t push yourself.”

Alexander’s voice was gentle.

That kindness pierced my heart all the more.

I didn’t deserve his kindness.

My chest was filled with that feeling.

“I heard… thanks to you… our family…”

My voice trembled.

Alexander smiled.

“My father agreed. I wanted to do something for you. I knew how much you worried about your family.”

His words tightened my chest further.

He had acted for my sake.

Even while I was… betraying him with the prince…

“Thank you…”

It was all I could say.

Even words of gratitude sounded impure coming from my mouth.

“I’m glad you’re safe.”

Alexander said.

“You should rest more. You look pale.”

“Thank you… I will…”

“Don’t overdo it. I’ll come back.”

He stepped back, smiling gently at me.

Those pure eyes tore my heart apart.

“Eleanor, I love you.”

At his words, tears nearly spilled from my eyes.

“I, too…”

I couldn’t finish the sentence.

I felt I no longer had the right to say “I love you.”

After Alexander left, I bid farewell to Sophia and returned to my room.

Closing and locking the door, I collapsed to the floor.

“Ugh… why… why me… oh… I want to forget… turn back time… uwaaah…”

And I cried for a long time.

Each time I felt the warm traces of the prince flowing from my pussy, nausea surged.

As time passed, the pain in my heart grew stronger.

Especially knowing that Alexander had acted to save me, while I was betraying his love with the prince… that contrast tormented me repeatedly.

When I calmed slightly, I made a resolve.

I must become stronger from now on.

For my family, for Alexander.

The past cannot be changed.

But the future is still in my hands.

I must keep my secret hidden.

No one must know.

Especially not Alexander.

Losing him would be more painful than death.

“I never want it known…”

I muttered in a trembling voice.

That footage, that night, and above all, the fact that I sought it myself.

It was an eternal shame.