The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 37: Surprise at the Detached Palace ☆

Chapter 37: Surprise at the Detached Palace ☆

T/N: Uhhh, I recommend you skip this…

(Eleonora POV)

“I’ll be staying at the prince’s detached palace for the next two days for the final preparations for the ball.”

I spoke to my father and sister, trying to sound as calm as possible.

It had already been decided, but as the time approached, fear made my legs tremble.

“Oh, how wonderful!”

Sophia’s eyes sparkled.

She knew nothing.

Nor should she.

“Be careful and take care.”

My father nodded gently.

He, too, was unaware of the truth behind this “preparation.”

I couldn’t bear for my family to know what the prince was doing to me or what he planned next.

I packed lightly.

The prince would likely have everything prepared.

Perhaps humiliating clothing—or none at all.

The memory of last night flooded back vividly, making my body tremble.

A sticky residue from the prince’s hot release seemed to ooze from my body.

When the prince’s carriage arrived at the gate, I steeled myself.

I could endure any humiliation, any shame.

After two days of hell, the ball would come.

If I could survive it, this nightmare might end, if only for a moment.

Boarding the carriage, I was surprised to find the prince absent.

“His Highness awaits at the detached palace,” the coachman said.

I felt a slight relief.

At least there would be no torment in the carriage.

Upon arriving at the detached palace, a beautiful garden greeted me.

Out-of-season flowers, blooming vibrantly through magic, spread before me.

It was like stepping into another world.

“Lady Eleanor, welcome.”

A butler-like man bowed deeply.

Behind him, a line of servants bowed respectfully.

“His Highness awaits in the study. First, allow me to show you to your room.”

The room I was led to was breathtakingly luxurious.

Larger than my family’s living room, it featured a canopied bed with the finest linens.

Beautiful paintings adorned the walls, and the windows offered a full view of the garden.

“This is… my room?”

“Yes, Lady Eleanor. Your wardrobe is prepared in this closet.”

Opening the large closet he indicated, I saw dozens of stunning dresses, all tailored to my size.

“After you change, His Highness awaits. Ring the bell, and I’ll escort you.”

The butler bowed politely and left.

I was bewildered.

Was this some kind of trap?

This treatment seemed like it came from a different prince than the cruel one from last night.

From the dresses, I chose the most modest blue one and put it on.

In the mirror, my appearance seemed flawless.

But the shadow in my eyes was something no one could erase.

Hesitantly, I rang the bell, and a maid appeared immediately to guide me.

Passing through wide corridors lined with exquisite furnishings, I couldn’t help but marvel at the palace’s interior.

When the study door opened, there stood Prince Victor.

But unlike his usual plump, unkempt appearance, he was dressed neatly, standing tall.

“Hey, Eleanor. Thanks for coming.”

His voice was calm, devoid of the lecherous tone from last night.

“Your Highness…”

I gave a small bow, remaining wary.

My past experiences told me this had to be some scheme.

“Sit. Shall we talk over tea?”

The table held fine china and delicate pastries.

The prince himself poured tea and offered it to me.

His movements were refined, unlike anything I’d seen from him.

“How are the ball preparations? Have you chosen a dress?”

“Yes…”

“If you don’t like what’s there, the palace’s wardrobe has plenty more. Choose whatever you like.”

I continued the conversation, still confused.

It flowed naturally, shifting to politics, economics, and recent magical research trends.

To my surprise, his knowledge wasn’t shallow but deep, filled with sharp insights.

He spoke logically about economic cycles and new magical theories.

“The fluctuations in the magic stone market aren’t random but inevitable due to technological innovation. Nobles relying on traditional uses couldn’t adapt to the changes.”

His analysis was spot-on, pinpointing the cause of the Frostheart family’s financial woes.

“Why are you so knowledgeable about this?”

I couldn’t help but ask, and he gave a slight smile.

“People judge by appearances. If they think I’m a fat, foolish prince, they let their guard down. That can be advantageous.”

His words sent a shiver through me.

Was his appearance and behavior all calculated?

“Now, it’s time for dinner. Let’s eat together.”

The dining hall was as grand as expected.

I thought we’d sit at opposite ends of the long table, but he invited me to sit beside him.

“For the next two days, you’re my guest. We’ll prepare for the ball together.”

His words seemed sincere.

Most importantly, the torturous remote-controlled device hadn’t activated all day.

Feeling my body’s control return, I felt quiet relief.

The meal was exquisite.

A full course prepared by a master chef.

The prince ate with refined manners, a stark contrast to his crude behavior at court.

“Tomorrow, we’ll do a final check of the ballroom and practice dancing. Your luggage has already been brought to your room.”

The conversation flowed naturally, and at times, his witty humor made me smile despite myself.

His sense of humor was surprisingly sophisticated.

After dinner, he escorted me to my room.

“Goodnight, Eleanor. Let’s make tomorrow wonderful too.”

After he left, I closed the door and sank onto the bed.

I couldn’t understand what was happening.

The cruel prince from last night versus the gentlemanly prince today.

Which was the real him?

Despite my confusion, I fell into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a while.

No magical device torturing me, no fear haunting me.

What awaited tomorrow?

Even if this was a trap, I wanted to sleep peacefully tonight.

That was my only wish.

—

(MC POV)

“Enough of the gentlemanly act.”

After seeing Eleanor to her room, I returned to the study, gazing at the night sky through the window.

Playing the elegant, intellectual noble all day was exhausting.

But the effect was tremendous.

The confusion in her eyes, her guard slowly crumbling.

Watching her wary expression soften was immensely satisfying.

“Mia, is everything ready?”

The study door opened, and my loyal secretary entered.

“Yes, Master. As instructed, I mixed a short-acting but potent sleeping drug, a powerful aphrodisiac, and a laxative into her dinner and wine. The effects will kick in about an hour from now.”

“And Iris?”

“She’s finished preparing the basement. The recording crystal is adjusted as well.”

I nodded, pleased.

Everything was going according to plan.

“How did she seem during dinner?”

“She seemed to let her guard down, enjoying the wine and dessert generously.”

A smile spread across my face.

Lowering her guard was the most basic strategy.

Switching from yesterday’s violent demeanor to gentlemanly behavior disarms and reassures.

A classic tactic, but highly effective.

“Let’s wait a bit. Until the drugs take effect.”

An hour later, I stood outside Eleanor’s room.

I knocked lightly, but there was no response.

“Eleanor?”

Opening the door quietly, I saw her fast asleep on the bed.

Her beautiful, relaxed face was lit by moonlight.

“Perfect.”

I summoned Mia and Iris.

They appeared promptly, awaiting instructions.

“To the basement.”

Mia checked Eleanor’s condition.

“She’s completely asleep. She won’t wake for at least a few hours.”

Iris used magic to levitate her body, and the three of us descended through a secret passage to the basement.

With each step down the stone stairs, the air grew colder and heavier.

The basement was my special “collection” room.

Various devices lined the walls, with a platform in the center.

“Lay her there.”

At my command, Iris gently placed her on the platform.

“Strip her and restrain her.”

The two worked methodically.

To them, this was merely their master’s orders.

Eleanor’s clothes were removed, and she was positioned on her knees, as if prostrating, with her wrists and ankles bound and her knees spread.

“Are the recording crystals ready?”

“All functioning perfectly,” Iris replied, checking the magical recording crystals set in the room’s four corners.

They would capture every moment of tonight’s events.

For later use as “persuasive material.”

“Everything’s set.”

I surveyed the scene with satisfaction.

Eleanor, bound to the platform with her hips raised, her anus and pussy fully exposed in a completely defenseless state.

Imagining her reaction upon waking sent a thrill through my chest.

“Ugh… nnh…”

A faint voice came.

Eleanor stirred slightly.

“Awake already?”

I stood near her, speaking coldly.

The gentlemanly act from earlier was no longer needed.

Now was the time for true “enjoyment.”

“Wh… what…? I can’t move…”

Her voice was filled with confusion and fear.

The drugs must still be dulling her thoughts.

“Did you enjoy today?”

I whispered in her ear.

“Why… where am I…? Please, untie me…”

“This is where you’ll learn what real hell is.”

I moved to face her, savoring her terrified expression.

“Now, the long night begins.”

I turned to Mia and Iris.

“You two, wait outside. Don’t come in until I call.”

They nodded silently and left the room.

The door closed, leaving just me and Eleanor.

“Come, Eleanor. Let’s make a record that surpasses your disgrace from yesterday.”

My lips curled into a cruel smile.

By the end of this night, the last fragments of her dignity would be shattered.

That was the perfect revenge I desired.

“Please help… untie me… this position is too humiliating…”

Eleanor’s trembling voice echoed in the basement.

I stood before her, a satisfied smile on my face.

“What are you afraid of, noble earl’s daughter?”

“Why am I tied like this? What are you going to do?”

Her voice shook with fear.

I circled her slowly, answering.

“Nothing. I’ll just wait…”

“Wait? Wait for what?”

Her voice rose with confusion and terror.

“Ask your own body.”

I laughed coldly.

Eleanor’s face changed suddenly.

“N-no… it can’t be…”

Her expression shifted as she noticed it.

The sharp pain and sudden discomfort in her abdomen.

Her face contorted with fear.

The more she focused, the more intense the pain grew.

The drugs mixed into her dinner were taking effect.

“Please… let me go to the bathroom… it’s coming out…”

Her voice was desperate.

“Hahaha!”

I burst out laughing.

“What? It’s coming out? If it’s piss, go ahead and let it flow. It’ll just dirty the floor. Hahaha!”

My cruel words pierced her heart.

She shook her head violently, her face red.

“N-no… it’s not that… it’s… poop… it’s going to come out…”

Her words made my eyes widen.

Then I roared with laughter.

“Gyahaha! You’re about to shit? Look at that—your anus is starting to bulge! We’re recording that hole perfectly, you know!”

“No! Don’t record this! Please, stop this joke! Let me go to the bathroom! I can’t hold it… please!”

Eleanor writhed, pleading desperately.

“Hold it! If you can hold it for an hour, I’ll let you go for your grit. Surely a noble earl’s daughter wouldn’t disgrace herself by shitting in front of others, right?”

My voice dripped with cruel joy.

“No! An hour’s impossible! Please, let me go to the bathroom! The poop… it’s coming!”

Her face twisted with terror and humiliation.

“No way. There’s no toilet here. If you can’t hold it, this is where you’ll let it out. Think about it—your anus recorded while you’re bound like this. Did you think you’d get to a toilet? You fell into my trap.”

I slapped her ass hard. Slap!

“Ugh!”

Her scream echoed.

And then—

Burp!

“Ugh! That stinks, you farting bitch!”

Slap!

I hurled insults.

“The haughty earl’s daughter, farting in front of others!”

Slap! Slap!

Burp! Pfft!

“Stop! Don’t hit me! It’s too cruel… I… I can’t hold it…”

Eleanor sobbed, glaring at me.

Her eyes held fierce hatred and deep sorrow.

“You think I’ll stop? Your ass is turning red! Your anus is twitching! Getting excited from being spanked, you pervert?”

Her anus clenched tightly, the wrinkles tightening.

It was clear she was desperately holding back.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

“No… no… that’s not true…”

Burp! Pfft! Bubububu!

Eleanor moaned in despair, unable to resist the laxative’s effects.

The humiliation of leaking foul gas crushed her spirit.

“Shut up! Still talking back in this situation? You stink!”

“I… please… forgive me… I can’t… I can’t hold the poop…”

She pleaded, tears in her eyes.

Her anus’s surrounding skin twitched repeatedly.

Her sphincter was reaching its limit.

“Can’t hold it? Pathetic. I’ll record every moment of you shitting from that hole. If you can’t hold it, hurry up and let it out!”

Slap! Slap!

I said coldly.

“No… no way…”

She’d do anything to preserve her dignity and avoid defecating.

But her body, under the laxative’s influence, was reacting beyond her control.

“Ugh… uuu!”

Eleanor let out a pained groan.

Gurgle! Gurgle!

Unpleasant sounds came from her abdomen.

“What’s that? At your limit? Is this all your grit amounts to?”

Slap! Slap!

I asked gleefully.

Tormenting her mind and body at once was exhilarating.

“It’s coming! The poop’s really coming! Let me go to the bathroom! I can’t do it here!!!”

Eleanor screamed, her voice like a wail.

Her face turned pale, cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

Her body stiffened with tension, clearly struggling to hold on.

“Please… Your Highness… this humiliation… being recorded… I’m… at my limit…”

Her voice broke with tears.

“Did you think I’d forgive you? Fooled by my gentlemanly act until yesterday? Foolish woman.”

I whispered in her ear.

Thirty minutes had passed, somehow.

Eleanor was holding on desperately.

“Not bad. But human physiology can’t be stopped, not even by magic. Go on, let it all out, and you’ll feel better.”

“Nooo! It’s coming… the poop’s coming out!! It’s coming, coming, coming!!”

Her scream echoed through the basement.

“I can’t… I can’t do this… aaah!!”

Her body shook violently, and the moment her final resistance crumbled arrived.

“Oh! Finally at your limit? Don’t hold back!!”

I shouted triumphantly.

“Noooo!!”

Eleanor’s desperate cry rang through the basement.

The drug’s effect was too strong for her will to overcome.

Her anus began to stretch, the wrinkles thinning, and a brown mass peeked out.

“Look at that… it’s finally coming out. The great earl’s daughter Eleanor’s massive shit! The moment it emerges from your spread anus! Perfectly recorded!”

I gazed with satisfaction at the solid mass protruding from her anus, glancing at the recording crystals.

Perfect.

“No… don’t look… please, don’t record this…”

Crunch! Crunch!

Eleanor buried her face, sobbing, clenching her sphincter desperately, but her efforts were in vain as the shit slowly leaked out.

And then, the dam broke.

With a blorp! crunch! blorp! sound, a large amount of shit burst out.

Thick, brown, and lumpy, it scattered onto the floor.

A foul stench filled the basement.

In complete humiliation, her last shred of dignity collapsed.

A container beneath the platform collected her body’s excretions.

Her face was drained of color, tears streaming endlessly from vacant eyes.

“What a splendid disgrace, Eleanor! A beauty like you producing such vulgar, stinking shit!”

I forced her face up, savoring her humiliated expression.

“I’d love to show this smelly, massive shit to Alexander.”

Eleanor could no longer respond.

Something inside her seemed utterly broken.

The light in her eyes was gone, leaving only a hollow gaze.

“This isn’t over. We’ve got hours until morning.”

I spoke, relishing her despair.

“Let’s make more ‘memorable’ moments.”

Laughing, I thrust a finger into her anus.

The warm sensation of her intestinal walls met my fingertip.

“Eek! W-what…!”

She screamed at the intrusion into her anus.

“Just checking if all the shit’s out.”

I twisted my middle and index fingers inside her anus, stirring it.

Her sensitive anus, still raw from excretion, loosened easily, squeezing out more shit from her soft insides.

“Ah… aaah… this is…”

Eleanor sobbed, accepting the humiliation.

More shit fell from her anus into the container below.

The entire scene was clearly recorded by the crystals in the room’s corners.

“Ha, you’re getting sensitive. This is promising.”

As I moved my fingers in and out, her sphincter clenched reflexively.

With the laxative’s effect waning after the excretion, the aphrodisiac began dominating her body.

Slurp! Slurp! Obscene sounds echoed.

“Aaah… it’s driving me crazy… my butt…”

Eleanor shook her head, tears and drool smearing her face, trying to escape the anal pleasure.

But it was futile.

The friction in her rectum heightened her arousal.

Forced pleasure, akin to excretion, overwhelmed her.

“My butt… it feels… no… why does it feel good…?”

Her sobbing moans filled the basement.

I watched her go mad with pleasure, accelerating my pistoning fingers.

Ravaging her sphincter, I stirred her rectal mucosa.

“Ahii! No… I can’t!!”

Urine gushed from her urethra, and residual shit sprayed from her anus.

Her body convulsed with the pleasure of urination and excretion, letting out lewd moans.

“I’m coming… I’m coming!! From my butt… I’m being made to come!!”

She shook violently, reaching climax from the anal torment.

As I pulled my fingers out of her shit-covered anus—

“Hah… ha… my butt…”

She was on the verge of fainting, gasping.

But my sadistic torment was just beginning.

“Now, the main event.”

I pulled down my pants, revealing my erect cock.

Aiming at her still shit-smeared anus, I prepared to thrust.

“No… please stop! Forgive me…!”

Eleanor writhed violently in her restraints.

But she couldn’t break free.

“Shut up. You’ll do as I please.”

Grabbing her buttocks, I thrust my hips forcefully.

My shit-coated glans pried open her anus, plunging deep inside.

“Ohh…!! Amazing…!! Eleanor’s anus feels too good!!”

“A… aaah! My butt… my butt’s splitting!!”

She screamed, writhing.

But her body had no choice but to accept my penis, her soft anus clenching tightly.

“ Incredible. Your shit-covered anus feels so good around me.”

I began thrusting, mocking her.

Her buttocks rippled, the warm, slimy sensation of her intestinal walls licking my entire cock.

“It hurts…! It’s tearing me apart… but why does it feel good?”

Eleanor groaned through sobs.

Her voice gradually mixed with moans.

“Aaah! No… not again!! My butt…!!”

I pulled my penis out, squeezing out her excretions, then slammed it back in relentlessly.

Excited by the friction of flesh and filth, I kept violating her anus.

“Ahii!! I’m coming again…! Made to come from my butt again!!”

Urine spurted from her urethra.

Her sphincter contracted wildly, gripping my cock tightly.

“How’s it feel, noble earl’s daughter, writhing with a cock in your ass?”

Immersed in sadistic pleasure, I threw a mocking question.

The intense anal stimulation stripped away her rationality.

“It’s… degrading… with my butt… hiaa!! Coming just from my butt… it’s wrong…!”

Eleanor sobbed, unable to suppress her moans.

“Is that so? Then I’ll make it feel even better.”

I grabbed her breasts, kneading them roughly.

Noticing her erect nipples, I pinched and twisted them, stimulating her nerves directly.

“Ah, ahn! My breasts too…!”

She arched her back sharply.

Though confused by the dual assault, her body responded sensitively.

“Come!! Keep coming!! Perverted noblewoman, reveling in your ass while shitting!!”

I screamed sadistically, continuing to caress her breasts and accelerating my anal thrusts.

“Aaah… I’m… coming!! This is… driving me crazy…!!”

“Hahaha! Showing your true bitch nature, huh? I’ll punish you plenty every night.”

Eleanor, with a frenzied expression, moaned in anal pleasure, repeatedly urinating and excreting.

The sounds of my cock and her filth mingled obscenely.

“My butt… it’s melting…!”

She moaned, her face melting in pleasure.

Her sphincter, accepting my thrusts, contracted lewdly.

“Ngh… I’m about to come. I’ll fill you up inside!!”

I sped up for the final spurt.

Grabbing her buttocks, I thrust my cock as deep as it could go.

“Ahiii!! It’s coming in my butt…!! It’s hot!! Nnngh… aaah!!”

She seemed to reach an anal orgasm.

Urinating, semen sprayed from her anus.

Her body convulsed with pleasure.

“Hyau… ah… aaah…”

She let out small moans, accepting the semen in her rectum.

Her sphincter contracted intermittently, as if milking every drop from my cock.

As I pulled out, semen and fluids gushed from her anus.

Her anus remained widely stretched, openly displaying its contents.

A large amount of white semen pooled in her rectum, leaking out.

“This’ll make a great memory. Everything tonight is recorded.”

Eleanor was silent.

But her expression showed clear humiliation and despair.

“I’ll enjoy you thoroughly tonight. Prepare yourself.”

With a cruel smile, I moved to the next act.

The maddening pleasure hell, meant to shatter her mind and body, was tonight’s main course.

“Please… no more…”

I ignored Eleanor’s pleading voice, moving to the next act.

Relentless abuse to dominate and break her would continue all night.

“Cry or laugh, the night’s long. I’ll enjoy you to the fullest.”

Until dawn, the basement echoed with Eleanor’s feeble sobs.

The cries of one whose human dignity had been completely stripped away.