The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 27: Lasting Scars ☆

Chapter 27: Lasting Scars ☆

The prince adjusted his attire with satisfaction, looking down at me.

Still kneeling in the bushes, I kept my gaze fixed on the ground.

I had neither the strength nor the will to stand.

“Your semen-covered face is cute too, Miss Eleanor.”

The prince’s voice dripped with clear triumph.

I remained silent, wishing only to leave this place quickly.

But it seemed the prince had no intention of releasing me yet.

“Stand.”

At his cold command, I managed to rise on trembling legs.

My knees were dirtied, and my dress was disheveled.

Just moments ago, the mere thought of being seen in such a state would have been humiliating, but now it felt trivial.

“That dress…”

The prince stared at my dress, a malicious smile creeping across his face.

“Show me what’s underneath.”

His gaze shifted to the hem of my dress.

I instinctively curled inward.

“Show me what’s going on down there.”

“Your Highness… haven’t you had enough? Let’s return to the castle…”

My voice was hoarse.

I looked at him pleadingly, but his eyes held only cold cruelty.

“Can’t you obey?”

I felt the threat in his words.

If I refused, he might release that footage.

The thought of it…

With trembling hands, I slightly lifted the hem of my dress.

“More.”

My heart sank at the prince’s command.

But I had no strength left to resist.

Lifting the dress further, the prince nodded with satisfaction.

“Well, well, the Frostheart lady’s dress hiding such a soaked, dripping panty? Did swallowing my semen make your pussy ache?”

His mocking words pierced my heart.

I, who once prided myself on being the epitome of purity and nobility, was now in this state.

The contrast drove me deeper into despair.

“Look at yourself. The haughty lady once called the flower of high society, now a lewd slut sucking cock and dripping juices.”

The prince’s words cut like blades, shredding my pride.

He laughed maliciously at the state of my panties.

“What would Alexander think if he saw you like this?”

My body trembled at those words.

The thought of Alexander seeing me was terrifying.

What would he think of me?

Would he abandon me?

“Please… have mercy…”

My voice shook.

The prince touched my cheek, lifting my face.

“Are you crying?”

I hadn’t noticed, but tears were indeed streaming down my cheeks.

Humiliation and despair must have brought them forth naturally.

“Leaking fluids from both ends, what a busy woman…”

The prince wiped my tears with his thumb.

The gesture seemed gentle but was, in truth, utterly cruel.

“I’ll ease that ache a little.”

With that, the prince began toying with my pussy over my panties.

Squelch.

His fingers sank into my panties with a lewd sound.

“Ngh…!”

A moan escaped unintentionally.

“Your juices are flowing like a waterfall.”

The prince peered at my crotch, sounding delighted.

Each time his fingers slid back and forth over my slit through the panties…

Squelch, squelch.

“Ngh…! Ha…!”

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the moans.

“S-Stop…! Ngh… ugh…!”

I tried to escape his fingers while stifling my voice.

But the prince’s movements were skilled, making escape impossible.

Instead, I was overwhelmed by intensifying pleasure.

“See, you’re feeling it, aren’t you? Be honest, and I’ll make it even better.”

He whispered in my ear.

His voice seemed to insult me yet also tempt me.

I clenched my lips, trying to flee the pleasure.

“I’m not feeling it…! This can’t possibly feel good…!”

The prince smiled, satisfied with my reaction.

Then he began rubbing my clitoris even harder.

“Ugh…! S-Stop…! Not so hard…!”

Unable to bear it, I cried out.

Hearing this, the prince intensified his movements.

“See, you’re feeling it. Don’t lie.”

He relentlessly targeted my weak points.

As I endured, my body was assailed by pleasure that sapped my strength.

“Your pussy’s aching so bad, isn’t it? Swallowing my semen made it throb, didn’t it?”

I shuddered at his words.

Because they were true… as he said, my pussy was tormented by a burning ache.

“Look, it’s soaking wet. Such lewd sounds.”

He slid my panties aside, inserting his thick, plump fingers directly into my pussy.

Squelch, squelch, slosh, slosh.

The wet sounds echoed around.

(How embarrassing…)

Thinking these sounds might be heard outside, I wanted to cry.

“Ngh… Your Highness… please… haa, haa… stop touching me…”

My tearful pleas went unheeded.

Instead, he moved his fingers more aggressively.

“No way! I won’t stop until you feel good!”

“Hya…! No…!”

His fingers didn’t just slide; they peeled back my clitoral hood, rubbing the exposed nub directly.

The sensation made me cry out involuntarily.

“See, you’re feeling it, you lewd slut.”

He toyed with me gleefully.

His fingers increased to two… then three…

As his thick fingers probed my vagina, his thumb kept rubbing my clitoris…

I was on the verge of succumbing to the pleasure from his thick, elastic fingers.

“Hya! Hyan! …No… someone might hear… nhaa…♡”

My voice grew louder.

It was humiliating to let out such sounds…

But I couldn’t help it.

The prince’s skillful fingers controlled my body’s reactions.

“Ngh…! It feels good… I can’t stop moaning… ahaa…♡”

I surrendered to the pleasure.

I no longer had the strength to think, only to feel the sensations given to me.

When the prince’s fingers grazed my G-spot, I let out a scream-like moan.

“Hyaaa! I’m coming!! Nhaaahhh!!”

My body tensed as I climaxed.

The orgasm’s pleasure enveloped my entire being.

Clutching his shoulders, I convulsed, hips and thighs trembling, as I gave in to the ecstasy.

Until the afterglow faded, I leaned against the prince, unable to move.

“Haa… haa…”

Catching my breath, I looked at the prince.

He wore a satisfied smile.

“Hahaha! You came already? What a weak pussy! Felt good, didn’t it?”

I could only nod silently.

His fingers dripped with my juices, trickling down my inner thighs…

Gazing at the lascivious sight, the prince sneered.

“Just a little fingering, and you come? You’ve become quite sensitive, Miss Eleanor.”

I looked down.

He was right… my body had become unimaginably sensitive compared to before.

A single thrust of his fingers could make me climax easily…

“Want more? Fingers can’t reach deep enough, right? You want to taste my cock, don’t you? Your pussy’s aching for it deep inside, isn’t it?”

I looked up at him.

My gaze must have held clear desire…

(Fingers can’t reach deep enough… it’s aching inside… so shameful… I’d never beg a man like him… but, but… I want his cock. I can’t stand not having it inside… thinking such disgraceful things… I’m the lowest woman…)

“No…”

I bit my lip and shook my head.

“Don’t lie. You’re craving my cock.”

His fingers thrust in and out of my pussy.

The mere motion sent waves of pleasure crashing over me…

I desperately suppressed the urge to cry out.

“But…”

As he spoke, the prince withdrew his fingers from my pussy and slid my panties back into place.

“Eh…”

The word slipped from my mouth involuntarily.

The prince looked at me with a satisfied expression.

“That’s enough for today. You want my cock, don’t you? But since you’re not honest, I’ll leave you to suffer like this. Can you sleep tonight, tormented by your pussy’s ache?”

“Ugh…”

I looked down silently… I couldn’t argue with his words.

My pussy still throbbed deep inside, tormented by an instinctive desire for release.

“We’re done for today. Let’s head back to the castle.”

He ordered coldly.

“Enter through separate entrances. You use the back door. Make sure no one sees you.”

I could only nod.

I felt as if I lacked even the strength to stand.

“And lie to your fiancée. Tell him the prince got caught up with the flowers and returned to the castle first.”

Another lie to tell.

My guilt toward Alexander only grew.

“I understand…”

I replied in a hoarse voice.

The prince patted my hair one last time and left the bushes.

I stood there for a while, trying to accept my situation.

I, once called haughty.

I, who rejected countless suitors, never doubting my worth.

And now…

Overwhelmed by deep despair, I wiped the semen from my face with a handkerchief and finally emerged from the bushes.

On my way to the back door, I quickly fixed my disheveled dress and tidied my hair.

Still, I couldn’t hide the turmoil in my heart.

Facing Alexander, dining with my family, acting normal.

Suddenly, these things felt impossibly difficult.

Above all, facing myself.

Looking in the mirror.

That was the most terrifying.

As I headed to the back door, I resolved.

I must find a way to resist, to avoid sinking deeper.

To protect my family without completely losing myself.

But that path was steep, shrouded in darkness.

And I had to walk it alone.

Slipping into the castle through the back door, I hurried down the corridor to avoid being seen, rushing to my room.

Locking the door, I went straight to the washbasin, washing my face and rinsing my mouth.

No matter how many times I gargled, that taste and smell wouldn’t fade.

“Disappear… disappear…”

Suppressing sobs, I desperately tried to wash it away.

The overpowering stench lingered from my throat to my nose, making me nauseous just recalling it.

“It was for the best… for my family…”

I tried to comfort myself, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

The reflection in the mirror looked like a stranger.

“It’s… over…”

Looking out the window, I saw the prince’s carriage leaving the castle gate.

I was temporarily free of him, but my heart and body bore indelible scars.

My mouth still held the aftertaste of that act.

No matter how much I brushed my teeth or rinsed, the sensation lingered.

Accompanying him to the next royal ball.

What to do about my relationship with Alexander.

And that terrifying joke… about Sophia.

“What should I do…”

I covered my face with my hands.

The situation was growing ever more complex.

Today, another 100,000 gold coins were donated.

On the surface, the Frostheart family seemed to have escaped its crisis.

But in truth, I was trapped in a new cage, and the debt hadn’t vanished.

A knock startled me, making me jump.

“Eleanor, are you there?”

It was Alexander’s voice.

My heart raced.

“Just a moment…”

I stood before the mirror, adjusting my appearance.

My pale face, and above all, the emptiness in my eyes.

I couldn’t hide them, but I had to at least put on a facade.

I didn’t want him to notice the smell of sweat, semen, and the love juices still soaking my lower body.

I applied perfume heavily.

I never used so much perfume… but it was better than him detecting that odor…

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

“Alexander…”

His face was heavy with worry.

I instinctively stepped back.

“Are you unwell?”

“No… just a bit tired.”

“How was your walk with the prince?”

The question made my heart leap.

“It was normal… just a walk. The prince got caught up with the flowers, so I returned to the castle first.”

Guilt over lying surged within me.

A hint of doubt flickered in Alexander’s eyes.

“Eleanor, you’ve been… different lately.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re hiding something. Especially about the prince.”

I caught my breath.

He was sensing something.

Should I tell the truth?

But if he knew the truth, Alexander would abandon me.

And thinking of that footage…

“No! It’s nothing.”

I denied it a bit too forcefully.

I hated lying, but I had no other choice.

“Eleanor…”

Alexander stepped closer, peering into my face.

“Can I trust you? Is there really nothing?”

His earnest eyes left me speechless.

Lying was painful.

But the truth was even more so.

“Alexander…”

Tears welled in my eyes.

“Please trust me… I just need a little time…”

“Alright.”

He nodded quietly.

“But I’m always ready to listen. No matter what, I’m on your side.”

His words pierced my heart.

He knew nothing.

About that night, that humiliating footage, and what I’d just done with the prince.

If he knew I was still wet while talking to him, he wouldn’t say such kind things.

“Thank you…”

I couldn’t say more.

Alexander hesitated, then moved to embrace me.

I tensed but didn’t pull away this time.

Wrapped in his warm arms, I felt a fleeting moment of comfort.

“I love you, Eleanor. Don’t ever forget that.”

At his whisper, tears finally spilled from my eyes.

When Alexander gently tried to kiss my lips, I turned my face sharply and pushed him away.

“No!”

My voice was louder and shakier than I expected.

Alexander stepped back, startled.

“Eleanor…?”

“I’m sorry… but… a kiss…”

I covered my mouth with my hand.

I was worried about my breath; he’d surely notice.

Even now, the harsh smell pierced my nose.

I couldn’t let him kiss the mouth that had sucked that vile prince’s cock, licked smegma, and swallowed so much semen.

The thought of his lips touching mine was terrifying.

Hurt flashed across Alexander’s face.

He released me without a word.

“I’ll come back tomorrow.”

With that, he left the room.

The moment the door closed, I collapsed to my knees, crying quietly.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

My heart was torn apart. My love for Alexander, my duty to my family, and the prince’s threats.

Trapped in an impossible dilemma, all I could do was weep.

The setting sun streaming through the window glinted red on my tears.

As if reflecting the wounds in my heart.

The Frostheart family may have escaped its crisis for now.

But my own crisis had only just begun.