The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~

Chapter 45: The Exposed Sword Princess ☆

(Leia POV)

As the prince approached, he grabbed my chin.

Disgust welled up, but I had no strength left to resist.

The incense’s effect weighed down my body, my thoughts clouded.

“Let’s start by removing this armor.”

The prince’s plump fingers touched the clasps of my armor.

One by one, the sound of the clasps being undone echoed eerily in the silence.

I closed my eyes, picturing Eleanor’s face.

Her courage and resolve at the baron’s mansion.

Now it was my turn to protect her, I told myself.

The dull thud of my armor hitting the floor.

Then the prince’s breathing drew closer.

“The Sword Princess of House Braveheart is, in the end, just a woman.”

His mocking sneer echoed.

His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head sharply.

I grimaced in pain.

“I’ll train you thoroughly. Your pride, your will—I’ll break them all.”

His whisper was like a nightmare.

But I knew.

This was what Eleanor had already endured.

If I thought of the humiliation she bore to protect Sophia, my sacrifice seemed small.

My body, honed as a Sword Princess, always clad in armor, forged solely for battle.

My bare skin, never shown to anyone, was now exposed before this man.

“Magnificent…”

His voice dripped with raw desire.

“To hide such a voluptuous body under armor…”

Each word stabbed my heart like a blade.

I shut my eyes tightly.

To escape the sensation of being watched.

“The daughter of House Braveheart, the Border Sword Princess…”

He continued.

“How many noble youths dreamed of seeing you like this? But I’m the one who gets you first.”

I understood all too well what was coming.

The price of protecting Eleanor.

The sacrifice for my friend.

In my undergarments, a sudden chill hit me.

Not from the room’s temperature, but from the terror of my situation.

Even on the battlefield, I’d never felt so defenseless.

“Lie on that platform.”

He pointed to a strange device in the room’s center.

It resembled a medical table, but intricate machinery was built into it.

Leather restraints for limbs gave an ominous foreboding.

Dragging my feet, I slowly approached the platform.

Cold sweat covered my body, my heart pounding like a drum.

(Eleanor, this is my choice. Just as you protected me, now it’s my turn to protect you.)

Muttering to myself, I lay on the platform with trembling legs.

The cold metal touched my skin, making me shudder.

The prince’s face loomed above me.

His eyes gleamed with abnormal excitement, like a scientist with a prized specimen.

He began fastening my wrists and ankles to the platform with glee.

“This platform is special.”

The leather restraints tightened, rendering me immobile.

“Turn the handle below, and the gears rotate.”

He reached under the platform, manipulating a lever.

“It moves with the force of a vise.”

The sound of the handle turning echoed.

The next moment, pressure pulled at my bound limbs.

Slowly, I felt my arms and legs being stretched outward.

“Stop!”

I tried to resist, but it was futile.

The machine’s strength far surpassed my battle-honed muscles.

The incense’s paralyzing effect left me powerless, my limbs spreading wider despite my efforts.

“Wonderful.”

He kept turning the handle, his breath ragged.

“Subduing the Ice Flower was great, but breaking the Flame Sword Princess is exquisite.”

My limbs stretched to their limit, I could no longer move.

The helplessness I’d felt on battlefields paled against this humiliation.

My pride as a Sword Princess felt shattered into pieces.

“Not done yet. Let’s make it perfect.”

He reached for another handle.

As he turned it, my knees shifted.

My body was bent, forced into a humiliating M-shaped spread.

“Stop…”

My voice trembled.

My body, still heavy from the incense, had no strength to resist.

The machine’s power was overwhelming.

“Perfect.”

Finally, a section of the platform around my waist was removed, leaving my lower body half-suspended.

Completely defenseless.

Completely humiliated.

Shame burned my face.

In this moment, I endured unprecedented humiliation.

My identity as the strong, proud Sword Princess crumbled.

Yet, deep down, I had no regrets.

If this was the price to protect Eleanor, I had to accept it.

(Eleanor, Alexander, I’m sorry. But this is the path I chose.)

Tears spilled from behind my closed eyelids.

I swore my heart would not yield, even if my body did.

That was my final resistance.

My body, fixed to the platform, no longer felt like mine.

Limbs spread wide, waist suspended.

Unable to move, unable to hide.

The prince stood before the platform, looking down at me.

His eyes held a perverse curiosity.

“Let’s see.”

His voice was low, beastly.

“What does the scent of this defiant woman’s pussy smell like?”

It took no time to grasp his meaning.

As he brought his face close to my lower body, terror froze me.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

His face neared my crotch, nose buried in my undergarments, inhaling deeply.

The sensation of his hot breath through the fabric made my stomach churn with disgust.

“Aaah.”

He let out an excited moan.

“A sweaty, raw scent. The smell of piss and thick cheese. What a fine stinking pussy.”

His words brought a wave of shame and humiliation.

My sweaty pussy’s scent, sniffed and verbalized.

I thought there could be no greater shame.

But it was only the beginning.

“What’s inside?”

A cold glint of metal caught my eye.

Scissors.

He pressed them to my undergarments, the sound of tearing fabric echoing.

My chest and lower undergarments were ruthlessly stripped away.

The cold air touched my most guarded parts, making me shudder.

“Oh! Even your pubic hair is bright red! Hee hee hee! Your pussy’s completely exposed!”

“Nooo! Not like this! Don’t look!!”

(Never shown to anyone, exposed in this unthinkable position.)

My scream echoed in the room.

The platform’s design left my lower body completely vulnerable.

“Your asshole’s in full view too! How does it feel, showing it to someone?”

His voice carried a childlike glee.

“Oh, and it’s all being recorded.”

Glancing over, I saw a magical recording device near the platform.

A crystal ball floated, capturing my image.

The thought of this humiliation being preserved crushed my chest with despair.

“No… stop recording…”

I forced out a desperate plea, but he leaned closer, staring at my exposed parts.

He adjusted the device, zooming in on my lower abdomen.

“Oh, the scent of a defiant woman’s bare pussy. Men courted you desperately to see this pussy, but too bad. This footage would fetch piles of gold coins.”

“Damn you!! Vile!!”

Anger and humiliation set my body ablaze.

The Sword Princess, unapproachable, reduced to this.

“What’s inside?”

“Eek! Stop!!”

His thick fingers touched my labia, forcibly spreading my pussy, and a scream escaped.

“Oh!”

He stared, eyes wide.

“It’s all red and engorged inside!”

Confusion and terror hit me.

My mind rejected it fiercely, so why was my body reacting?

“No way, no way. You say you hate it, but you’re aroused? Not ashamed of this swollen clit?”

“Why…”

(It’s a lie… a lie…)

My voice trembled.

“Stop… no more…”

“Why? Didn’t you offer yourself?”

He mocked with a laugh.

I despaired at my body’s reaction.

Later, I’d learn the incense had an aphrodisiac effect, but in that moment, I only felt my body was a traitor.

“I’m recording the inside too. Look, it’s all slick! My fingers slide right in.”

Two of his thick fingers entered my pussy.

Squelch, squish.

The lascivious sound of my forcibly opened vagina meeting the air.

“Look, opened like this—hahaha! Your hymen’s clearly captured!! The defiant woman’s twitching asshole and spread pussy! This is a masterpiece!! Gyahaha!!”

His cackling echoed like it rose from the depths of hell.

That laughter seemed to defile the last remnants of my soul.

(Oh, Eleanor, I’m sorry. Alexander!! Help me!!)

Cold sweat from my forehead mingled with tears on my cheeks.

My body was here, but my heart felt like it was drifting far away.

“Now, I’ll make you do the same as the Ice Flower.”

Victor’s voice rang like a death sentence.

“Didn’t you want to do this with Alexander?”

His words made me starkly aware of my situation, leaving me stunned.

My breathing quickened, cold sweat dripping.

Yet my thoughts grew sharper.

(I’m about to do with my most hated man what should be reserved for my beloved. Isn’t there another way?)

Squelch, squish, squish.

His thick fingers moved in and out of my pussy, making obscene sounds.

“Stop! Release these restraints!!”

My strained voice, wrung from my throat, stirred the room’s air.

Anger and resolve sharpened my consciousness.

At my unexpected resistance, Prince Victor’s brow lifted.

“Well, well.”

A glint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.

As if observing a lab animal showing a rare reaction.

“This is wrong!”

Despite the incense’s effect and the depths of despair, a spark still burned within me.

The blood of House Braveheart began to boil again in my veins.

“Oh? Getting defiant, are we?”

His voice grew colder.

“Don’t you care about your friend anymore?”

His words tightened my chest for a moment.

Eleanor’s footage flashed through my mind.

Her humiliation.

Her tears.

Her screams.

But another image surfaced too.

Eleanor at Baron Underwood’s mansion, saving me with her ice magic.

Her dignified figure.

Her unyielding strength.

“Eleanor…”

I forced the words out.

“Eleanor would never want me to sacrifice myself like this.”

“Hmph, idealism.”

The prince sneered.

Squelch, squish, squelch, squish, squelch, squish.

“Reality isn’t so sweet. Didn’t Eleanor end up surrendering to me? You saw the footage, didn’t you?”

His words pierced my chest.

Indeed, Eleanor had submitted.

To protect her family, to protect Sophia, she sacrificed her dignity.

But it was a sacrifice for those she loved.

Not submission to the prince.

“No! Ngh!”

My voice grew stronger.

“Eleanor didn’t surrender. She… for her family! She had no choice! Hah!”

“Same result either way.”

He mocked with a laugh.

“That haughty Ice Flower is now my personal meat toilet for sexual relief! Whenever I want, I can cum in her pussy or asshole as much as I please!”

His words ignited my anger.

My body trembled.

Not from fear, but from a blaze of rage.

“Don’t… insult Eleanor… huff, huff.”

“What’s that?”

His voice lowered.

“Do you understand your position?”

His voice echoed coldly through the room.

“Kukuku! Let’s hear it once.”

A cruel smile spread across his plump face.

He stripped naked, stroking his already erect, grotesque, massive cock as he approached me.

“You can still turn back.”

He grabbed my chin, forcing my face up.

His thick fingers dug into my skin, disgust tightening my chest.

His breath hit my face, a revolting stench assaulting my nose.

“To protect your friend’s dignity, to shield that boy’s heart, will you really offer me the purity you’ve cherished?”

His words shook my heart.

My body, still heavy from the drug, wouldn’t move as I wished.

“This purity you’ve saved for Alexander, isn’t it?”

The moment he said Alexander’s name, something inside me began to crumble.

Memories of Alexander flooded my mind like a montage.

Childhood days by the summer lake.

The night we danced at the ball.

His gentle smile, my reflection in his blue eyes.

The countless times I suppressed my feelings for him.

My first time was meant for Alexander.

A dream since childhood.

To share my first moment with my true love.

It wasn’t just a fantasy—it was my vow.

In high society, I had many suitors, but I never gave my heart or body to anyone.

I sealed away my secret love for my friend’s fiancée.

That was my resolve.

And now, I was about to discard it all.

My feelings for him swelled with overwhelming force.

Yes, I want to see him.

To be held by him.

What I’m about to do is meant for lovers.

Not to be offered to this repulsive, obese man before me.

“Stop… please…”

A small voice of resistance slipped out.

Even through the haze of the incense, my heart’s voice escaped.

The prince’s hot breath on my crotch sent shivers of terror through me.

“What? Can’t hear you.”

His voice sharpened.

He positioned himself between my legs, his thick fingers toying with my pussy.

The sensation filled me with disgust.

“Stop… please…”

My voice trembled, but my resolve was hardening.

“I don’t want to do this.”

His expression shifted.

A moment of surprise, then a cold smile spread.

He pressed his hips against me, rubbing his hard cock on my thigh.

“Well, well.”

He turned the restraint’s handle further, stretching my limbs to the point of pain.

I couldn’t move at all.

“But my cock’s so fired up, I can’t hold back anymore.”

Madness gleamed in his eyes.

Terror enveloped me.

“What should I do?”

There was no answer to his question.

He wasn’t expecting one.

Just words to corner me further.

“Exposing such lewd breasts to me, what am I supposed to do with this arousal?”

His hands roughly kneaded my breasts, a mix of pain and humiliation coursing through me.

“I don’t know.”

It was my utmost resistance.

My body may be bound, but my heart wouldn’t yield. That was my last stronghold.

“Is that something to say in your position?”

He grabbed my hair roughly.

I grimaced in pain.

His breathing grew ragged, and I felt his cock nearing my vaginal opening.

“Come to think of it, you’re good at ‘guidance,’ aren’t you?”

His words froze my spine.

“I’ve been ‘guided’ by you a few times before.”

I had once scolded him at a party for his rude behavior toward Eleanor.

That day at the training grounds, when I “guided” him, exposing his fabricated tales of valor, revealing the truth—that he was a crybaby coward.

It felt like a distant past now.

“I still have nightmares about it. The humiliation of that day is still vivid. Today, I’ll return the favor with some ‘guidance’ of my own.”

His voice dripped with resentment.

The grudge against the woman who once looked down on him.

He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy.

The hot sensation swelled my terror.

“I’ll thoroughly ‘guide’ you in the ways of sex for your first time.”

His words flooded me with fear.

“Feeling unwilling doesn’t give you the right to ignore a man’s desires.”

“Stop!”

I raised my voice desperately.

Tears wouldn’t stop.

They streamed down my face.

Even telling myself it was for Eleanor, for our friendship, the terror and sorrow wouldn’t subside.

“No, please stop! I beg you!!”

I cast aside all pride, pleading.

But his eyes held no mercy.

He spread my legs further, pressing his grotesque mass firmly against my entrance.

“Ohh! Such soft pussy flesh!”

The hot tip pressed against my crotch.

My body began trembling with fear.

His large cockhead was forcing my pussy open.

“Ugh! So tight.”

“Nooo, don’t put it in!! Please! Anything but that! I’ll do anything! I’ll obey anything!!”

My voice, sobbing and pleading, was so weak it didn’t sound like the Sword Princess anymore.

Tears blurred my vision, the ceiling swaying before my eyes.

“I’ll never forget the look on your face right now.”

He began to insert slowly.

Squelch.

The tip forced my entrance open, sliding inside.

A mix of foreign sensation and pain spread from my lower body.

“Don’t put it in! Pull it out!! No! No!!”

“Your pussy’s wet enough; it’ll go in somehow.”

The sensation of being slowly stretched.

I felt my body resisting, trying to reject his invasion.

“No! Don’t put it in! Pull it out!! I really don’t want this! Please!!”

“Phew… phew… not just tight, but an incredible grip…”

As if savoring my pain and fear, the prince moved excruciatingly slowly, pushing in bit by bit.

“No! Nooo!! It’s going in!! Stop! Don’t go deeper!! Damn it! Don’t mock me! Pull that vile thing out!! I’ll kill you!!”

Tears overflowed from terror and humiliation.

This couldn’t be reality.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll definitely kill you!! Ngh! I’ll forgive you now if you stop! Pull it out quick!! Ahh! I’ll have my revenge!! Stop this ridiculous act now!!”

“Ohhh, it’s burning hot inside! And so tight! Just getting the tip in is a struggle!”

His voice carried a sense of ecstasy.

His mass hadn’t fully entered, stuck at the entrance.

“Are you listening? Don’t ignore me!! Eek! Please! No deeper! Pull it out!! Please pull it out!!”

“Your body, honed through relentless training. This tight pussy, a testament to your effort, grips me so well! As expected of the Sword Princess!”

At the point where his tip was inserted, something blocked his advance.

The proof of my purity.

He paused for a moment, as if confirming the barrier, pulling back slightly before pushing again.

(My membrane is stopping him.)

A faint hope flickered, only to vanish.

His face twisted into a beastly expression.

“This defiant membrane! Think it can stop me?! Take that!!”