HRDHG Chapter 2

Two thoughts coexisted in her mind—the fear that she might really lose herself and the desperate hope that someone would do something to help. 

 

No matter the situation, she had to faithfully play the role of Etricia. 

 

From Seoah’s perspective, it was almost a relief that these people, who sought to ruin her, were using substances to forcibly heighten her excitement.

 

After all, it meant she could reveal a little of her true self—the self she had struggled so hard to hide—without consequence.

 

‘Ah… faster, faster!’

 

The heat spreading through her body like an invasion blurred her vision, fading in and out. 

 

By the time she could no longer distinguish who was between her legs, Seoah instinctively arched her hips.

 

That was the moment.

 

“Haah…!”

 

Something split into multiple strands—like a horse’s tail—dragged scorchingly over Seoah’s burning folds. 

 

The movement traced meticulously from her clit down to the wrinkled entrance between her labia, sending shivers crawling up her skin. Her buttocks clenched reflexively.

 

Gasping ragged breaths, Seoah hurriedly lifted her head to see what had touched her between her legs.

 

It was an actual riding crop.

 

Kielus, holding the crop, had aimed it precisely at her vaginal opening.

 

“N-no… please, no. Kielus… I’m begging you. Not that… anything but that…”

 

Half-dazed, Seoah stared at it before snapping back to her senses, frantically clasping her hands in plea. But no matter how desperate her gestures, Kielus only tugged the corner of his mouth into a smirk.

 

Between his crescent-shaped eyes, his faintly visible crimson pupils gleamed sharply.

 

“Why? You like this. I’ll make you feel good, Your Highness. Just trust me.”

 

Without hesitation, he swung his arm down.

 

Swish—thwack!

 

“…!”

 

Seoah’s body twisted from the searing pain that felt like her skin was burning, followed by a dizzying sensation rising beneath the scorching heat.

Every time Kielus swung the whip, her hips jerked uncontrollably, and from her forcibly spread hole, her fluids gushed out in streams, pouring down like rain.

Saliva trickled down the corner of her half-open mouth, wetting her chin.

“Beautiful, our princess. So beautiful.”

Taking advantage of Seoah’s inability to focus due to the stimulation on her lower half, Delian took her small, pale hand and wrapped it around his own arousal, then vigorously rubbed it.

“Phew… Everyone seems to have lost their minds.”

Opposite Delian sat a man dressed in a pristine white uniform, unmistakably a priest affiliated with a temple. The man devoutly drew a holy cross with his hand.

“But can you blame them? If anyone could stay sane while witnessing such a rare, breathtaking sight right before their eyes, could you really call them a normal human?”

Then, without hesitation, he lowered his head toward Seoah’s exposed chest—an act far removed from what one would expect from a devout servant of god.

The man opened his mouth wide and greedily sucked the plump flesh that had been tormenting his gaze and tempting him over and over, filling his mouth with it.

Slurp, suck… slurp—

“Ha… Ugh! Hng, haah!”

Seoah, overwhelmed by the simultaneous stimulation from above and below, couldn’t gather her thoughts. Her hips, lifted in the air, trembled and convulsed as the intense pleasure focused on her most sensitive spot.

“As expected, you’re intoxicating. Ah, what in the world has god done to your body? Once I taste you, I can’t escape.”

 

The man who had been greedily sucking and tasting her pale breasts pushed aside his priestly robes, pulled out his thick cock, and yanked Seoah’s arm to wedge it between her armpit before thrusting into the tight space.

 

“…Huh?”

 

Kielus, who hadn’t shown the slightest pity for her already swollen, reddened pussy, clicked his tongue lowly at the sight.

 

“Anyway… you’ve gotta admit, Sahalruel’s got some unique tastes.”

 

“Next is my turn, Kielus. We need to pamper our little Cia quickly, so hurry up and finish.”

 

Delian spoke up when he noticed Kielus pausing mid-strike, but Kielus ignored him and aimed the whip once more at Seoah’s pussy.

 

This time, however, his target was slightly different. Instead of relentlessly striking her entrance, he focused on the small, round flesh just above it.

 

“Ngh—stop… p-please, stop…”

 

Seoah’s eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as drool spilled freely. 

 

Yet, a shred of defiance remained in her, repeating the same broken plea like a malfunctioning doll.

 

“Even the slightest touch makes you gush, yet you’re begging me to stop? Your mouth and body can’t even agree. Let’s see how long you can hold out, huh?”

 

The whip was soaked with Seoah’s fluids. Kielus, a delighted smile reflexively forming on his lips, raised his arm to swing it again, but suddenly paused.

 

With a glance, Kielus turned to the man sitting alone in a spot where the bed was clearly visible, while the rest of them were gathered on it.

 

“Hey. You really not joining in?”

 

“What’s this? Weren’t you all treating me like I was invisible, like it didn’t matter if I was here or not? Now suddenly you care?”

 

“Of course I’d care. Anyone would if they saw you just sitting there like that. So, really not gonna join?”

 

“Since when do you pretend to be considerate? Why don’t you just focus on what you were doing and leave me out of it?”

 

As—Etrice—sank deeper into the back of his chair as he retorted.

 

A guy as peculiar as Sahalruel… No, maybe ‘ruthless’ is the better word?

 

Kielus gave a slight shake of his head and, without pressing further, turned his attention back to Seoah.

 

“Hngh—! Ah… Nn! Hk…!”

 

Seoah, who had been lost in pleasure, had long since regained her senses when the stimulation abruptly cut off.

 

With one hand given to Delian and the other to Sahalruel, she could only let out obligatory moans while waiting for Kielus to resume. 

 

The moment his crimson eyes fixed back on her, she furrowed her brows in distress.

 

“Kielus… Kielus, please… Please don’t do this, okay? Delian, Sahalruel… You two, stop it too. Brother! You—you can’t just sit there and watch! Say something! This isn’t right. After all the time we’ve spent together, how could you do this to me…?”

 

Not stopping there, Etricia even delivered a line perfectly in character—unsurprisingly.

 

“Why? Why can’t it be like this? Ah, because you’re the Empire’s princess? But what a shame… Poor little princess. Maybe it’s been so long that you’ve completely forgotten—you shouldn’t forget that we’re the ones who made you a princess in the first place. Hmm? Isn’t that right?”

 

Kielus responded, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a smirk.

 

The surgical whip aimed once more at Seoah’s folds. The cool leather touched the sensitive skin just above her entrance, still burning from the earlier heat.

 

But Seoah discreetly curled her trembling toes, suppressing the shiver of anticipation. 

 

Layers of despair settled over her pale face.

 

“From the very beginning, you were destined to be trapped in this gilded cage called the Imperial Palace and become our plaything… Don’t forget that, Etricia.”

 

Kielus swung his arm without hesitation. 

 

After her entrance, her clit suffered the same merciless lashing—though not for as long as before.

 

Midway, Kielus tossed the whip aside and grabbed Seoah’s bouncing hips. Without delay, he thrust his shaft deep into her scorching, flushed hole.

 

“Hah… Aang!”

 

Finally pushed into the climax she had been denied earlier, Seoah’s fading rationality managed one last thought before vanishing completely,

 

“Don’t forget that you were meant to be caged in this palace and toyed with.”

 

She had no intention of forgetting. She didn’t know about the other possessed souls—could never know now—but Seoah vowed to etch that truth into her bones.

 

Because that was exactly what she, more than anyone else, had desired.

 

A faint, unrestrained smile bloomed at the corner of her roughly jostled lips.