The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 35: Two Choices ☆

Chapter 35: Two Choices ☆

(MC POV)

I was waiting in the special room of the detached palace.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating an array of “tools” arranged in the room.

All of them were special “products” I’d designed and manufactured for sale.

“She should arrive soon, shouldn’t she?”

Iris said, glancing at the clock.

Despite her talent as a mage, she was utterly loyal to me.

Above all, she shared my “hobby” of delighting in others’ suffering.

“Yes, she’ll come on time. The power of that footage is absolute.”

I smirked, satisfied.

“Is everything ready for today’s new product?”

“Yes, Master.”

Mia emerged from another room, presenting me with a small jewelry box.

It looked like an elegant case for fine gems, but its contents were entirely different.

“Show me.”

Mia opened the box, revealing a polished, oval-shaped device that gleamed like a gem.

My latest product, “Secret Pleasure,” crafted with cutting-edge magical technology.

Beside it sat a small remote control.

“Magnificent…”

I picked it up, holding it to the light.

Its gem-like sheen and internal magical mechanism were perfect.

A “pleasure device” for women, but also a tool for domination.

“The magical adjustments are complete. The remote allows intensity control.”

Iris’s explanation earned a satisfied nod from me.

Unlike ordinary toys, this device directly stimulated the user through magic.

And crucially, only the remote’s holder could control it.

“The carriage has arrived.”

Mia reported, looking out the window.

I returned the device to the box and placed it on the table.

“Both of you, step back. When she arrives, show her in.”

“Understood.”

As they left, I stood before the mirror, adjusting my appearance.

A few minutes later, a knock came at the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and Eleanor entered hesitantly.

She wore a simple blue dress, her hair modestly tied back.

For a moment, I felt a flicker of pure admiration for her beauty.

But that was quickly replaced by a desire to dominate.

“Right on time.”

“As you instructed.”

Her voice was quiet, but her eyes still held a spark of resistance.

She wasn’t fully broken yet.

That only heightened my interest.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“…No.”

“To finalize preparations for the ball. As my partner, you must be perfect.”

I circled her slowly.

My bulky frame made my movements clumsy, but observing her like a small animal was satisfying.

“What do I need to do?”

“First, take a look at this.”

I pointed to the box on the table.

She approached hesitantly, eyeing it with unease.

“Open it.”

She cautiously opened the box and flushed at its contents.

“This is…”

“You recognize it, don’t you? An upgraded version of the device I gave you before, now with remote functionality. It’s called Secret Pleasure.”

“This kind of thing…”

Her face reddened, and she moved to close the box.

“Wait.”

My voice grew stern.

Her trembling hands held the box as she looked up at me.

Her expression, filled with fear and humiliation, sent a thrill through me.

“You’re going to test it.”

“What? I would never—”

“Are you refusing?”

My voice turned icy, planting fear in her heart.

“You have two choices. One: I spread the word that you regularly use these toys, complete with video evidence.”

I activated the crystal orb, projecting the footage onto the wall in large scale.

“Aaaah, it’s too much… I can’t handle this… ohhh!”

“Ahn, it’s intense, my clit… it feels too good, it’s breaking me!”

“Ohh, ohhh, I’m coming, I’m coming! It’s too much! Too obscene! My clit’s melting!”

“‘Immensely popular with noble ladies! Captivates any beauty! Perfect for your lover!’ That’s the slogan we’ll use to sell the new product alongside this footage. No matter the price, men worldwide will scramble to buy a glimpse of your depravity, don’t you think?”

The color drained from her face.

“The other choice: wear this device until the ball and serve as my partner. Which will it be?”

Tears welled in her eyes, her expression a mix of humiliation, anger, and fear.

“This is… despicable…”

“Answer!”

My voice echoed through the room.

She bit her trembling lip, and after a long silence, whispered softly.

“I’ll… choose the latter.”

“Good choice.”

I grinned, satisfied.

Seeing her humiliated expression was a pleasure beyond compare.

“Take this and go to the next room. Put it on and return.”

She took the box, glaring at me, but said nothing and left.

Once she was gone, I exhaled deeply.

Wiping my sweat-soaked body from excitement, I awaited her return.

After a while, she came back.

Her face was flushed, her movements slightly awkward.

“You’ve put it on?”

“…Yes.”

“Let’s confirm.”

I picked up the remote and pressed it at the lowest setting.

Her body stiffened suddenly, and she let out a small gasp.

“Good. It’s working.”

“That’s… cruel…”

Her eyes burned with hatred and humiliation.

But that expression was exactly what I craved.

“Now, about your behavior at the ball…”

I sat down and began issuing detailed instructions.

How to link arms, how to introduce me, how to smile.

Every detail was covered.

“And most importantly, stay away from Alexander and Leia. Especially Alexander—don’t even meet his eyes.”

“But that would seem unnatural…”

“Silence!”

I pressed the remote’s button.

“Ngh!”

She flinched, leaning against the wall.

“Disobey, and I’ll punish you like this. Understood?”

“Y… yes…”

She gritted her teeth and barely nodded.

“Good. The remote has five intensity levels. That was level one. And one more thing.”

I stood, approaching her.

“At the end of the ball, I’ll make an announcement. You can react however you like, but you must not oppose it.”

“An announcement? What kind…”

“That’s a surprise for the day.”

I smirked maliciously.

In truth, I planned to announce our engagement at the ball.

That was the core of my plan.

To steal Alexander’s lover, claim Leia’s best friend forever, and legally seize the Frostheart assets I’d already mostly acquired.

A triple victory.

“The sun’s setting. That’s enough for today.”

I glanced out the window.

Dusk was indeed approaching.

“Can I go?”

“Yes. Tomorrow, we’ll go shopping. Rest well.”

She showed a look of relief.

But as she turned to leave, I called her back.

“Don’t even think about removing the device except for the bathroom or bathing. If you do… you know what’ll happen.”

“Yes…”

“And take this. It’s underwear we plan to sell alongside the remote-controlled product. It’s soundproof and waterproof. I want you to test it, so wear it.”

“Understood…”

She nodded faintly and left the room.

After she was gone, I relaxed my shoulders and sank into the large sofa.

My obese frame made standing for long taxing.

“Master, did everything go smoothly?”

Mia and Iris returned.

“Yes, as planned. I succeeded in getting her to wear the ‘Secret Pleasure.’”

“Excellent. The remote’s adjustments are perfect.”

Iris explained.

“Preparations for tomorrow?”

“Everything is ready. Your morning greetings as Earl Silver to business associates are complete, so you can focus on shopping as the prince in the afternoon.”

I nodded, satisfied with Mia’s report.

The dual life was sometimes bothersome, but leveraging both roles granted me more power and pleasure.

“Keep the remote with me at all times. Depending on her behavior, I might need it.”

“Understood.”

Iris reported.

“You told her it has five intensity levels, right? The device we gave her before had five. But with further research, the current model…”

“Yes, it actually has twenty levels.”

I smirked maliciously.

I decided not to tell her this secret.

I couldn’t wait to see her react to unexpected intensities.

“Her reaction after level five, when we crank it higher… that’ll be interesting.”

Iris’s eyes gleamed wickedly.

Her shared nature sometimes felt reassuring.

“And the intervals between levels aren’t even.”

Mia added.

“Exactly. Levels one to five are gradual, but six and up spike sharply. She won’t see it coming.”

“When do you plan to use it?”

“That depends on my mood.”

I grinned, satisfied.

“One thing’s certain: when I announce my engagement to Eleanor, it’ll be at maximum intensity.”

“Her expression then will be a sight.”

Iris said, visibly excited.

“Yes, and above all, I’m eager to see Alexander and Leia’s reactions.”

I looked out the window.

The sun was setting, the sky dyed red.

The ball was fast approaching.

“Tomorrow’s preparations?”

“Everything is ready. Your morning greetings as Earl Silver to business associates are complete, so you can focus on shopping as the prince in the afternoon.”

I nodded, satisfied with Mia’s repeated report.

The dual life was bothersome, but leveraging both roles granted me more power and pleasure.

“Keep the remote with me. Depending on her attitude, I might need to ‘punish’ her with an unexpected intensity.”

“Understood.”

I couldn’t help but smile.

Imagining Eleanor’s expression sent my heart racing.

How would she look, how would she act?

Above all, the thought of Alexander’s despairing face heated my body with excitement.

“By the way, we’ve never tested level twenty, have we?”

“Yes, it’s theoretically possible, but at that intensity, a normal human…”

Iris trailed off, a flicker of unease in her eyes.

“That intense?”

“They’d likely pass out. At worst, it could cause seizure-like symptoms…”

“Sounds intriguing.”

I said, genuinely curious.

Of course, such a scene in public would be troublesome.

But the temptation to see her pushed to her limits was strong.

“Well, tomorrow’s the first test. We’ll increase the intensity gradually, observing her reactions.”

“A wise decision.”

Mia exhaled, relieved.

Unlike Iris, she wasn’t as extreme and seemed concerned about derailing the plan.

“It’s getting late. Let’s rest for tomorrow.”

I stood, heading toward the bedroom.

Then, struck by a thought, I turned back.

“Actually, let’s try the remote once tonight. Wake her up.”

Iris grinned maliciously.

“What level?”

I pretended to ponder.

“Level three for now. The rest is for tomorrow’s fun.”

“Understood. Around 2 a.m.?”

“Yes, perfect timing.”

I nodded, satisfied.

Imagining Eleanor jolted awake by sudden stimulation, gripped by fear and confusion, sent a thrill through me.

She knew nothing.

She wouldn’t expect stronger sensations beyond level five.

“Tomorrow, all my plans will come to fruition.”

I murmured, gazing at the twilight sky.

My long-term scheme was finally bearing fruit.

Alexander’s despair, Leia’s rage, Eleanor’s resigned tears.

They’d all be gems adorning my victory.

“After finishing my last tasks as the earl, I’ll rest early.”

I headed to the study, envisioning my triumph at the ball.

Everything would go as planned.

Exactly as I wanted.

—

(Eleonora POV)

Riding the carriage back home, I stared out the window the entire time.

As the scenery passed, my heart felt empty.

Returning to the Frostheart residence, I went straight to my room.

Locking the door, tears finally spilled.

“Why…”

I sat on the bed, clutching my head.

Was there no escape from this?

Could I not ask anyone for help?

Alexander’s face surfaced.

His gentle smile, his honest eyes.

The guilt of betraying him tightened my chest.

I’d see him at the ball.

I’d face his sorrowful eyes.

Could I endure that?

A shooting star streaked across the night sky outside.

Like a child, I felt the urge to make a wish.

“Please… let this nightmare end.”

But in reality, there was no magic or miracle.

Even after the ball, this nightmare would likely continue.

Whatever the prince’s announcement, it would surely strengthen my cage.

“But I have to be strong.”

I whispered.

For my family, for myself.

I had to endure this humiliation and find a way out someday.

From the dresser drawer, I took the sapphire necklace Alexander gave me and gently stroked it.

It was a symbol of our pure love.

That purity might be lost now.

“What will happen tomorrow…”

Sitting by the window, staring at the stars, I faced my fear of tomorrow in deep loneliness.

The night deepened.

In the silence, I fell asleep.

Exhausted physically and mentally, I slipped into a deep slumber.

But that peace didn’t last long.

Midnight.

A sudden sensation jolted me awake.

“!”

The intensity was so overwhelming I couldn’t even scream.

His “device” had activated abruptly.

The prince had mentioned “five levels” of strength, but this was clearly beyond the first level… I desperately wanted to believe this was the maximum.

Ferocious vibrations and suction assaulted my clitoris.

My body reacted against my will.

“Fguuuu…”

I gripped the pillow tightly, burying my face to stifle my voice.

I didn’t want anyone in the residence to hear.

My body burned, sweat pouring out.

Even my nipples hardened, throbbing painfully.

“Stop… please…”

My whisper vanished into the darkness.

Of course, the prince couldn’t hear.

This was part of his cruel plan.

“Ah… no… I can’t…”

My voice leaked out naturally.

I had the will to resist, but my body ignored it.

The intense stimulation overwhelmed me.

Writhing on the bed, I clung desperately to the pillow.

But suppressing my voice became impossible.

“Aaaah… nguuhhh!!”

A beast-like moan echoed through the room.

My body was drenched in sweat, the sheets soaked.

My mind was being painted white.

Anger at the prince, humiliation, and despair at my own powerlessness intertwined.

“No… ahh… it’s coming again…”

As one wave subsided, another, stronger one surged.

Like an assault of waves, the intense pleasure hit repeatedly.

It was hard to breathe.

I bit my lip desperately to keep my voice in.

But the effort was futile; the rising pleasure forced uncontrollable cries from my mouth.

“Ah, aaaaah…! I’m coming, I’m coming!!”

Clutching the pillow, my body convulsed, climaxing repeatedly.

The prince was truly the worst.

But the worst part was my body—its pathetic arousal at this intensity filled me with shame.

The waves of sensation, beyond my control, brought terror and humiliation.

It felt like my body wasn’t mine anymore.

That mental anguish carved itself into my heart.

“Damn it…! This…”

Tears streamed as I fought the pleasure.

In the night’s silence, only my voice echoed.

The fear that it might carry through the residence made my heart pound as if it would burst.

“Nooo! Stop! Please! Forgive me! Hiaaaah!!”

My face smeared with tears and drool, I climaxed with a beast-like roar.

Gripping the bed’s headboard, I shuddered from the shock surging from my core.

Then came the biggest climax yet… fluid gushed from my vagina, soaking the sheets.

The relentless waves left my consciousness hazy.

I lost sense of time, feeling only endless suffering.

My body wouldn’t stop trembling.

Crawling on all fours to steady my ragged breathing, my mind felt whitewashed.

“Ah… no… I can’t… take this… stop…”

I repeated my pleas, but the device didn’t stop.

The prince’s intent was clear.

To dominate me completely, mentally and physically.

“I’m coming! Coming, coming, coming! I can’t breathe, it’s too much!”

My body arched, convulsing, sweat pouring out.

“Nnngh, ah, aah, nooo!”

My mind shattered.

The storm of pleasure melted even my will to resist.

As dawn broke, the device finally quieted.

Exhausted, I clutched the sheets with trembling hands.

The bed was soaked with my sweat and fluids, the pillow glistening with tears, saliva, and mucus.

In the faint morning light, I stared vacantly.

Did I have to go shopping in this state?

Despite climaxing repeatedly from clitoral stimulation, my body still ached deep inside.

My womb throbbed, craving more.

“Why… this is awful…”

My voice, squeezed out, found no answer.

Only the morning’s stillness filled the room.

I tried to rise, but the aftershocks and fatigue left me weak.

Still, the prince would come.

I had to prepare.

With great effort, I stood and headed to the bathroom.

The mirror showed a pale face with dark circles under my eyes.

The old me would never appear in public like this.

Filling the tub, I sank into the water, and the night’s events flooded back.

My body reacting on its own, controlled by sensation against my will.

It was a memory of terror and humiliation, yet I felt guilt over the faint response my body still craved.

“What’s… happened to me…”

I should feel only disgust, but I was ashamed of my body’s lingering reactions.

This was exactly what the prince wanted.

To dominate me mentally as well.

Rising from the bath, I put on the designated soundproof, waterproof underwear.

The device on my clitoris had to stay.

The thought reignited my fear.

During the shopping, the prince’s whims could trigger that sensation again.

I applied makeup to mask my pallor and styled my hair beautifully.

My appearance had to return to the “flower of high society.”

No one could know about last night.

Right on time, the prince’s carriage arrived.

He wore a flashier outfit than usual, smirking at me.

“Good morning, Eleanor. Sleep well?”

The mockery in his words made me flush.

He knew.

Everything about last night.

His refusal to mention it was to savor my humiliation.

“Yes.”

I could only answer curtly.

No more words would come.

“I’m looking forward to shopping.”

His words pained my chest.

The carriage started moving.

Outside, the scenery was a beautiful sunny day.

But my heart was in a storm.