The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 43: The Shame of the Journey and Arrival at the Palace ☆

Chapter 43: The Shame of the Journey and Arrival at the Palace ☆

(Eleonora POV)

The moment I saw Alexander and Leia off from the carriage window in the palace square, the air inside changed.

As soon as they vanished from sight, Prince Victor roughly pulled my body to him again.

“Now, shall we continue? Those two nuisances are gone.”

My body, still trembling from the aftershocks of climax, was too exhausted to resist properly.

The prince pinned me down on the carriage seat, intent on satisfying his desires further.

“No… please… I’m at my limit…”

Ignoring my pleas, he moved to violate me without mercy.

Bu-bu-bu!

As I desperately resisted, an embarrassing sound of trapped air escaping my body echoed.

My intestines, stretched by the prolonged insertion of a device, had loosened beyond my control.

“Eek!”

I covered my face with both hands, shrinking in shame.

The foul odor filled the carriage, and the prince wrinkled his nose, grimacing.

“Ugh! What’s that smell? The Frostheart lady making such a crude fart?”

He laughed mockingly, whispering in my ear.

Blushing furiously, I weakly protested.

“It’s… because you forcibly… put that thing in my rear…”

But my words trailed off.

“The ‘Ice Flower,’ making such a sloppy fart in front of others. What would high society say?”

My face burned with humiliation as I looked away.

But the prince grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him.

“You’re the lowest, you farting woman. Letting out such a stench in a confined space like this carriage! A failure as a noble, a woman, and a lover.”

His words stabbed my heart like a blade. He continued.

“Did you see Alexander’s face? When your engagement to me was announced, and during our talk in the carriage, with you getting fucked and cumming in front of him—what expression did he have?”

“Stop… please…”

My weak plea was met with even crueler words.

“He definitely noticed you climaxing in front of him. As expected of the Granblue heir—sharp insight.”

His words tore at my heart.

Had Alexander really noticed?

Did he see through my state entirely?

The prince’s semen overflowed from my vagina, staining the carriage seat.

My lower abdomen twitched with the lingering climax, my body trembling at his slightest touch.

“Look, you’re reacting again. What a lewd body.”

His fingers began stimulating my vagina again.

I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me, responding honestly.

“Stop… please… I beg you…”

My pleas were drowned out by the carriage’s swaying.

The prince buried his face in my neck, whispering in my ear.

“Judging by their reactions, your friends will come to rescue you. Especially that red-haired girl, Leia Braveheart. Her swordsmanship is impressive.”

Terror gripped me, my heart nearly stopping.

“Prince… please, don’t do anything to my friends…”

“What? Worried?”

He sneered.

“Don’t worry. I welcome their arrival. I’ve prepared special hospitality.”

“No, please! I’m the only one who needs to suffer!”

Bu-bo!

In my agitation, another fart escaped my rear.

“Ugh! Again? You’re truly vulgar. A Frostheart lady, unashamed of such crude sounds? Shouldn’t we plug that loose asshole, Frostheart?”

Blushing deeply, I hung my head.

He laughed mockingly, whispering again.

“If you beg, ‘My vulgar fart is my failing. I deserve to have my asshole plugged. Please… shove your thick cock into my ass!! Let Eleanor serve with her rear!!’ I might forgive today’s behavior.”

“No… I can’t say that…”

“Then I’ll throw you out of the carriage. What would people think, seeing you walk with semen dripping from your pussy?”

He stood, reaching for the carriage door.

“Wait!! I was wrong!”

Blushing furiously, I complied in a small voice.

“My vulgar fart is my failing. I deserve to have my asshole plugged… I’m sorry… please shove your thick cock into my ass!! Let Eleanor serve with her rear!!”

Looking down at my desperate plea, he grinned sadistically.

“Good girl. Say it more lewdly, in a sluttier pose.”

I spread my buttocks with both hands, exposing my anus.

The shame was unbearable, but my body moved on its own.

“Y-Yes… stir my ass with your mighty cock, Prince!! Thrust it deep and ravage me…!!”

My voice, echoing in the carriage, had become that of a depraved female.

Satisfied, the prince nodded.

“Well done. Let’s have some fun.”

He lifted my hips high, pressing his erect cock against my anus.

As the tip entered my rectum, I screamed.

“Nghaa!! Hii… it’s going in!!”

The hot, hard cock slowly stretched my anus.

My sphincter, surprisingly pliable, accepted it, and his thighs pressed fully against my buttocks.

“Aahh!! Your ass-pussy is amazing! So hot and tight!!”

“Ngh…! My ass is so full…! It’s too much!! It’ll break!!”

His hands gripped my waist, thrusting even deeper.

Zuburi! Zupu! Bupu!! Bupupu!

Shameful sounds leaked from my anus, filling the carriage with a pungent odor.

Each time his cock rubbed my sphincter, my anus farted noisily.

The humiliation was unbearable.

“A Frostheart lady making such sounds with her ass? A disgrace as a noble, right?”

“Nghaa!! Hii…!! It’s so deep… my first time like this…!!”

He began thrusting vigorously.

The sensation of my anus being filled sent convulsive pleasure through me.

The sound of flesh slapping echoed, filling the carriage with a lascivious air.

“Tighten your asshole. You want to feel even better, don’t you?”

Reflexively, I contracted my sphincter.

His cock felt even more intense, and I writhed.

“Ngh… nghaa!! I’m cumming… I’m cumming!! I can’t take it…!!”

I let out a wordless scream, climaxing repeatedly through my anus.

Relishing my tightness and reactions, he thrust harder, never stopping.

“More… make me cum more…!! I can’t hold back.”

At my plea, he thrust deeper and harder.

Each thrust made my body convulse, screaming as I climaxed.

“Nghaa!! Cumming… cumming again!! Ngh… just a bit more…!”

I moved my hips, seeking deeper penetration.

My anus stretched, farting with each motion.

Jubo! Bupi! Jubo! Jubo! Bupu!

“Hii!! Auu!! I’m sorry…!! Cumming… cumming!!”

With a mix of shame and arousal, I climaxed repeatedly.

The prince, satisfied, grinned and continued his relentless thrusts.

“More… let out more farts and cum!! Swear you’re mine! Swear you’re my meat toilet, and I’ll keep fucking you!!”

As he said, each hip movement made my anus fart, the sounds echoing.

My body trembled, climaxing repeatedly.

“Ngh… auu!! Eleanor’s ass-pussy belongs to you, Prince Victor!! Eleanor is your meat toilet!! It feels too good… I’m breaking…!! Cumming… I’m cumming!!”

The journey to the mansion felt endless, but I kept seeking anal sex, climaxing repeatedly.

Each time his cock filled my anus, my body convulsed, farting and cumming.

“Uoooh!! I’m cumming!! I’ll pour it all into this vulgar ass!!”

Dobyuuuu!! Byurururururu!! Bushaaaa!!

White-hot magma slammed into my rectum, and my body stiffened.

I let out a moan like a scream.

“Hiii!! It’s hot!!”

The prince released multiple times, flooding my intestines with a massive amount of thick semen.

When he’d poured out the last drop, he slowly withdrew his penis.

Pururi!! Pushu!!! Juboooo!!

Semen gushed from my anus with a sound, forming a large puddle on the floor.

When the carriage finally reached the mansion, I was trembling, freed from his cock.

But the effects lingered; my anus continued to leak small bursts of air and farts.

Once the proud daughter of the Frostheart family, called the “Ice Flower.”

Now, for the sake of one family member, I’d cast aside my dignity, becoming the plaything of a vile prince.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

Seeing them, the prince wore a sinister smile.

“Crying, are you? The Ice Queen?”

His finger wiped my tears.

Even that gesture dripped with mockery.

The carriage stopped before a grand iron gate.

The gate, adorned with ornate designs, bore the royal crest, illuminated by moonlight.

Guards with torches stood on either side, awaiting our arrival.

“Here we are, my detached palace, Eleanor.”

The prince stepped out, offering his hand.

I tried to stand, but my legs trembled, unable to support me.

After repeated climaxes, my body no longer obeyed.

Wearing only a thin dress with no undergarments, his semen still dripped between my thighs.

Hiding his irritation, the prince grabbed my arm and dragged me out.

“Can’t walk? Or do you want to be fucked more?”

Enduring his mockery, I forced my feet to move.

My steps faltered, and I had to lean on him to walk.

Passing through the gate and a vast garden, the magnificent palace came into view.

The largest of the prince’s private palaces, smaller than the royal palace but no less beautiful or majestic.

Its white marble walls were intricately carved, and warm light spilled from large windows.

At the entrance, a butler and several maids greeted us.

They bowed respectfully, welcoming our arrival.

But their eyes briefly lingered on my disheveled state before turning away.

Each glance spoke of my humiliating condition.

“Welcome back, Your Highness.”

The butler bowed deeply.

Then, to me, he continued.

“Lady Frostheart, welcome back.”

The prince laughed mockingly.

“She’s no longer just a count’s daughter. She’s my fiancée. And you know what’s happened and what’s to come, don’t you?”

The butler’s expression stiffened briefly but quickly recovered.

“Of course, Your Highness. My apologies.”

Still gripping my arm, the prince ascended the stairs.

My legs still spasmed, making each step a struggle.

With every step, I felt semen trickle down, my face burning with shame.

Through a beautiful corridor, we headed to the prince’s bedroom.

The walls, lined with portraits of past royals, seemed to judge me with stern gazes.

To think that a daughter of the Frostheart family, proud of its ice magic legacy, would fall into such humiliation.

The bedroom door opened, and I was pushed inside.

The room was opulent, adorned with fine tapestries and paintings, a grand four-poster bed at its center.

“Here begins your new life, Eleanor.”

The prince closed and locked the door.

Like a caged bird, my freedom was completely stripped away.

He pushed me onto the bed, seeking to claim my body again.

“Please… let me rest…”

My dress was stripped off, leaving me naked.

After being toyed with all day, I had no strength left to resist.

At that moment, a knock came at the door.

“Excuse me, Your Highness. An urgent report.”

The prince growled in annoyance, pulling away from me.

“What is it? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Opening the door, a tense attendant stood there.

He whispered something in the prince’s ear.

The prince’s expression changed instantly.

“What? That insolent girl is coming?”

The attendant’s voice was too low for me to hear, but a sinister smile spread across the prince’s face.

He gave a brief order and turned to me.

“Eleanor, we have a guest already.”

“No… it can’t be…?”

My mind reeled.

“That’s right. Leia Braveheart. That red-haired border count’s daughter is coming to rescue you.”

Hearing her name, my heart nearly stopped.

“Leia…? No…!”

“My spies report she’s heading to the palace alone. Brave, I must say.”

He spoke mockingly.

“No, stop! Don’t do anything to Leia!”

I grabbed his arm in panic.

“She’s just a friend, she knows nothing. Please, don’t hurt her!”

He shook off my hand, his smile cruel.

“Oh, come now. Your friend’s coming to save you? That cocky girl. Fine, come to the basement. I’ll give you a front-row seat.”

“The basement…? What are you planning?”

My voice trembled with fear.

“No time to change. You’re fine as is.”

He grabbed my arm roughly, dragging me out.

Clutching my dress to barely cover myself, I was forced to walk half-naked through the corridor, tears streaming from the humiliation.

The attendants averted their eyes, but their gazes still pierced my skin.

“Please… at least let me wear something…”

My weak plea was met with a sigh as he tossed me his jacket.

“Satisfied? Hurry up.”

Wearing the jacket, we descended to the basement.

The stone corridor was cold, freezing my bare feet.

His torch alone lit the path ahead.

“Here.”

He stopped before a heavy iron door.

The sound of a key turning echoed, and the door opened to reveal an unbelievable sight.

In the center of the room stood a large iron cage, surrounded by dozens of small monitors.

Each displayed different parts of the palace.

“Now, to your special seat.”

The thin smile on his lips tightened my chest.

“I’ll let you fully witness your dear friend’s despair.”

Victor’s words dripped with mockery.

He pointed to a small space on the wall.

At first glance, it looked like a mirror, but I quickly realized it was magically treated glass.

Imagining what was to come, terror gripped me.

“You… from the start…”

I noticed my voice trembling.

I hated that he could tell I was afraid, but I couldn’t suppress my emotions.

“You planned to trap Leia.”

“Exactly.”

He nodded, satisfied.

His plump face bore a smile filled with the joy of causing suffering.

I could never have imagined Victor was such a cruel man.

“Just as I broke the haughty Ice Flower, now I’ll make the bold Sword Princess submit.”

His words ignited something within me.

I didn’t care about myself anymore.

I had already lost everything.

But Leia—her alone, I had to protect.

“Leia is different!”

I shouted desperately.

“She’s stronger than me. She’ll never fall to someone like you…”

I couldn’t finish my words.

A sharp pain struck my cheek, and I collapsed to the floor.

Victor had slapped me.

“Stronger?”

His voice turned cold.

“You were like that at first. The Ice Flower, untouchable with your arrogance. And now…”

The moment he pulled out a crystal ball, the blood drained from my body.

I knew what it would show.

Images appeared in the crystal ball—moments of my most shameful acts, forced upon me.

At first, I resisted, but gradually I submitted.

And then, the recent scene, where I begged for it in my rear…

Just remembering it made my mind go blank.

Back then, I was no longer human.

A completely broken puppet, nothing more.

“What face will your dear friend make when she sees this?”

Victor spoke gleefully.

His voice held a hint of pure curiosity, like a scientist observing an experiment.

“The shock of seeing her revered friend reduced to such acts… it’ll be immeasurable.”

I imagined Leia watching this footage.

Her green eyes widening in shock, then turning to disgust and sorrow.

The “Ice Flower,” accepting such degrading acts—what would she think?

“Please…”

Pride was long gone.

I knelt, begging.

“I’ll endure worse. Just… not Leia…”

“Too late.”

Victor grabbed my hair, yanking it up.

Tears welled from the pain.

“Your fate is sealed. Now, you’ll play the role of a spectator to your friend’s ruin.”

Despair swelled within me.

Would Leia suffer the same fate as me?

The strong, proud Leia, broken like I was?

Before I could resist, I was shoved into a small cell in the wall’s recess.

Stripped naked, I was forced onto a chair.

Cold shackles bound my wrists and ankles, and a cloth was stuffed into my mouth.

Ropes wrapped tightly around me, leaving me unable to speak or move.

“This door looks like a full-length mirror from the outside. But from in here, you can see everything clearly, can’t you?”

Victor closed the door, staring at me from outside the cell.

His eyes held satisfaction and something else—anticipation.

“The Ice Flower, reduced to a mere puppet. Next, it’s your precious friend’s turn. Watch helplessly from there.”

(Leia… don’t come.)

I screamed in my mind.

Through the gag, only meaningless groans escaped.

Through the transparent glass, I surveyed the bedroom.

In that room, I had endured countless humiliations.

And now, Leia would—

(Don’t be defiled like me.)

A prayer-like hope filled my chest, but it shattered quickly.

From afar, the sound of horse hooves echoed.

It was too late.

She had arrived.

“Here we go. The show’s about to start.”

Victor’s voice carried a childlike excitement.

“Your friend will charge in, fueled by anger. And then…”

I shook my head desperately, but it was futile.

As Victor said, Leia would likely storm in alone.

That’s who she is.

A bold, passionate Sword Princess who spares nothing for her friends.

“This room is already filled with special incense.”

His words brought a fresh wave of terror.

“She’ll come at me, furious, demanding answers. But I’ve taken this antidote…”

Victor drank deeply from a vial of antidote.

(Stop… please…)

My heart felt like it was tearing apart.

Leia, coming to save me, would fall into a trap.

What awaited her was my same fate.

(Leia, please. Realize it.)

But the sound of hooves had reached the palace courtyard.

My gaze fixed on the bedroom door through the glass.

Bound and immobile, my body trembled with tension, cold sweat running down my back.

Deep in my chest, fear of losing my friend and anger at my own powerlessness swirled.

But deep down, I knew.

He wasn’t an opponent we could fight with strength.

No matter how strong Leia was, she couldn’t resist Victor’s malice and calculated traps.

My last hope was a miracle.

Someone to come and end this nightmare.

But I was no longer pure enough to believe in such miracles.