The smell between Marqui’s legs. Powerful enough to override shame. It apparently drove her crazy.
”Mmf! Hah… hah… hah… aahn… it stinks so… ahh, ahh, just sniffing it… I’m gonna… gonna… gonna cuuuum… ohh, cuuuumming… hoh!” Rosella moaned.
Rosella’s hips bucked hard. A gush of fluid cut through her costume’s fabric and sprayed out.
…
Marqui stood frozen, his lower half out in the open, a tangle of emotions churning in his chest.
Half aroused, half horrified by his fiancée’s weird kinks.
Rosella, having dropped to her knees to drink in the musk between his balls and thighs, now pressed her nostrils against his glans.
”Hah, hah… haaah… lemme have it. Lemme fill my nose with all that stink…” Rosella begged.
Her face was slack, like a pig, tongue hanging out. Her eyes had rolled upward into that familiar ahegao. A look no princess should ever make. Her tongue lapped and slithered as she whined in that sweet, begging voice.
”Marqui… please. Hah… hah… gimme the strong stuff…” Rosella whined.
No one else knew the Second Princess of the Akeios Kingdom could look like this.
Good thing Marqui was a pervert too.
A normal man would have run.
A bead of pre-c*m leaked from his slit and disappeared into her nostril.
”Alright then, I will just stroke you here,” Marqui said.
The door knocked.
Marqui stepped back.
He caught the look on Rosella’s face. Resentful, on the verge of tears.
”Don’t make that face. Come on, stand up. And… you need to wipe your,” Marqui said.
He dabbed between her thighs as she rose, pouting. But the stain had already spread across the crotch of her costume.
No hiding that.
Still, Rosella answered.
”Enter,” Rosella said.
Her voice screamed displeasure.
”Oh. Wait,” Marqui said.
Marqui scrambled, yanking up his underwear and trousers.
”S-sorry to intrude…” the messenger stammered.
The messenger from the Black Wing Corps was a young man.
The room reeked of secrets. The man’s crotch bulged. The woman was soaked.
He had seen it for only a moment. But his discipline made sure he would not look down again.
Even so, the strain at his own fly was clear.
”Dispatch from Royal Castle,” he announced. “Here.”
Marqui took the message first.
”Thanks. You can go,” Marqui said.
”Yes, sir!” the messenger said.
A young soldier who had gone stiff in more ways than one.
”Now, Marqui. Let us continue!” Rosella said.
”No, we can’t. Need to read this first,” Marqui said.
Frowning, Rosella broke the seal.
Inside was a royal decree.
”‘Return to Royal Castle immediately. Come alone.’ This isn’t what I told Mika,” Rosella said.
”That is odd,” Marqui said.
The king on the throne was a decoy. One they had set up. They had left politics to him, but the real power lay with Rosella and Lili Lim.
Yet the wording felt weird above them.
”We could just ignore it…” Rosella said.
”Still, it is worth checking in person,” Marqui said.
”Did Sister say anything?” Rosella asked.
”No. Nothing specific,” Marqui said.
Lili Lim had been busy lately. The Demon Realm seemed to be stirring. She had been coming and going all the time.
”Maybe I should just punch some sense into whoever forgot who is in charge. Ah… oh, wait…” Rosella said.
This time it was Marqui who knelt before Rosella, burying his face between her thighs.
He pressed his mouth to the damp fabric, catching her clit through the costume with his tongue.
If they obeyed the decree, they would be apart for a while.
So he wanted to send her off feeling good.
In every sense.
”Rosella’s p**sy tastes good,” Marqui said.
He pushed the costume’s crotch panel aside. A steamy, feminine musk rose up.
”Oh. I forgot to shave,” Rosella said.
”First… just… do it…” Marqui said.
”Do what?” Rosella asked.
”You are so mean. My… my ass… Rosella’s filthy little asshole… your personal c**k-warming hole… scramble it up for me,” Rosella begged.
He sat her on the desk, lifted her legs.
Rosella shifted the fabric that had been cutting into her rear, and he pressed the tip of his bare shaft against her anus.
”It is twitching like crazy,” Marqui said.
”Don’t tease me…” Rosella said.
When Rosella was the one begging, it meant she had already prepped.
From the start, she had been expecting this. Her womanly nectar dripped from her slit, running down his glans.
”Here we go,” Marqui said.
Squeeeelch! He drove in all at once. The rectal mucosa clamped tight around his shaft, clinging perfectly.
”Ahngh. So good… haah, haah, haah… I already came from the smell earlier, so I am super sensitive…” Rosella moaned.
He began to rock his hips. Slow.
The anus gripped him so tight that any sudden move would have finished him on the spot.
It felt great. No question. But he wanted to savor it.
”I never get tired of this ass,” Marqui said.
”E-every time we do it, I get better at…” Rosella said.
Squish. Squish. He worked his hips in rhythm.
Ever since they had started using that part of her to confirm their feelings, Rosella’s anus had grown a little swollen. Each thrust made it pucker lewdly, stretched tight around him.
With every rock of his hips, her heavy breasts bobbed. The sight alone stoked his arousal.
”Aaah… so good… Marqui… ahh, ahh, ngh… aah, aah, this is…” Rosella moaned.
Her moans got louder, her brow furrowed with desperate pleasure.
A creak sounded from behind.
He glanced back. The door was opening.
”Oh…” Rosella said.
”Wait… no way…” Marqui said.
The messenger. Nervous, overexcited. He must not have closed it properly. Now it was slowly swinging open.
”W-wait… someone is gonna see. If someone comes,” Rosella said.
”Whoa, the grip just got tighter. You getting off on the thrill of being watched?” Marqui said.
”N-no I am not!” Rosella said.
He could not stop. Could not. The friction of her anus gave off a sweet, heady scent.
”Imagine how excited everyone would be, watching a princess get it up the ass,” Marqui said.
”Idiot! Qu-quick. Close it!” Rosella cried.
His fiancée’s near-tears look only stoked his thrill.
Squelsh! Thwump! He drove even harder.
”Ahhng! Nooo. Don’t. They will see me getting off on this!” Rosella cried.
”Relax. If you are moaning that loud, everyone already knows. They will stay away,” Marqui said.
”That is exactly the problem! Nooo!” Rosella wailed.
Grinning, he stirred her insides with fast rhythm.
At the same time, he caught her clit between his fingers and tweaked it. Just to make her squirm.
”Eeep. Aaahngh. Eep. Ohh. Ohhh. Ohhhhh. Both at once. My ass and clit at the same time. I can’t!” Rosella screamed.
”Yelling out exactly what they are doing to you. What a naughty little wank-bait princess,” Marqui said.
How many soldiers in this fort were pitching tents right now?
”W-wank-bait…?” Rosella said.
”Your Highness Rosella is ranked number one among Akeios women used for m**urbation material,” Marqui said.
”Where the hell did you get that survey?! Oooh. I am gonna. I am close…” Rosella yelled.
He was close too.
”Phew… if I finish in your ass, I will have to report it to everyone, you know,” Marqui said.
Squeeelch! Squelch! Squelch-squelch! His pace quickened toward release.
”Aheeeee! Ohhh… ahh… ahh… cuuuuming… I am cuuuuming! Ohhh, c**ming so hard!” Rosella cried.
Rosella arched back, tongue lolling, sweat soaking her swimsuit-like costume. He breathed in her sweet scent as his brain tightened with pleasure.
”Unh… I am gonna c*m too,” Marqui groaned.
Spurt! Gush. Gush. Gush! Splurt-splurt!
His c**k bucked hard, flooding her rectum with c*m.
”Hot stuff inside my ass! I am getting a cream enema… Rosella is ascending!” Rosella screamed.
Her body convulsed. Post-orgasmic tremors rippled through her.
When he pulled out, she lay limp, ahegao-faced, her anus still gaping.
Apparently, a line of soldiers had formed at the fort’s latrines.
A princess traveling without any escort. That alone would be unthinkable in other kingdoms.
Rosella saw no issue with it.
In this world, few were stronger than her.
Even so, a worried Marqui had sent the Cat Demon God along as her companion.
It clung to Rosella’s back, disguised as an ordinary cat.
On a horse magically enhanced for speed and stamina, she reached the Royal Capital by dusk.
The moment they arrived at Royal Castle, the Cat Demon God tilted its head.
”Oh?” the Cat Demon God said.
”What’s wrong?” Rosella asked.
”Nothing, it’s just… the atmosphere feels different from before. Hard to put into words,” the Cat Demon God said.
Feeling faint unease, she passed through the main gate and handed her horse to a guard.
Then she made her way toward the throne room.
She would hear what they had to say and leave right away.
She had grown so used to having Marqui by her side that being without him felt wrong.
”I will go scout ahead,” the Cat Demon God said.
”Alright. Be careful,” Rosella said.
She parted ways with the Cat Demon God.
This was supposed to be Rosella’s safest space. Yet the unease refused to fade.
She entered the throne room alone.
Her guard rose another notch.
On the throne sat a Demon God wearing her father’s face. The father who was supposed to be dead. That much she had expected.
But there were others she had not counted on.
Every one of the fully armored royal guards flanking the room. Though disguised, they were demons. All of them.
Beside the throne stood a man in a gray-skinned military uniform. Also in disguise. Definitely a Demon God.
One Rosella did not recognize.
Lili Lim had introduced her to every Demon God she had ever brought over. But this one was a blank.
”You are early. Remarkable speed,” the king said.
The king smiled, his mouth twisting.
”…Who are you?” Rosella asked.
The man before her was not the decoy they had planted.
Rosella lacked a full Appraisal skill. But she felt it right away. The quality of his mana, the smell of him, the way his eyes locked onto hers. All wrong.
”You don’t recognize me?” the king asked.
But those eyes. She knew those eyes.
”N-no… you can’t be…” Rosella said.
”Heh heh… I’ve returned. Cast out the pretender and reclaimed this throne,” the king said.
Yes. That man could never have been taken by heaven.
He had been received by hell. But not as a sinner bearing punishment. He had been born again as a Demon God.
”Father…” Rosella said.
When had they started believing they were the exception?
Yet Lili Lim had said there were no Demon Gods supporting him.
”I was chosen. They were watching me. Watching the efforts I made in pursuit of the Demon God’s favor,” the king said.
”Effort? Don’t make me laugh,” Rosella said.
A man who had treated the woman he swore love to before the gods as nothing but a tool for his desires.
The fact that she shared blood with this filth made her sick.
’EVENT TRIGGERED: Rosella’s Descent into Darkness.’
Her sword was in her hand.
A voice kept whispering. From somewhere.
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
”You hate me? Think you can kill me so easily? I am a Demon God now!” the king roared.
The king’s form shifted.
A human-sized toad, its hide brown and warty. Big, bulging eyes fixed on her.
”Batrov, the Demon God of Envy. Amphibian of the Seventh Sin. I have far surpassed humanity,” the king said.
”Envy… so then… behind it, Pride…” Rosella said.
Lili Lim’s Lust was a rival to Pride. Envy was Pride’s subordinate.
But Envy…
If so, had Father piled up more sins beyond the sexual ones? Rumor said that before marrying each queen, he killed all the men who had been beside them.
If he loved them that much, why did he let other men hold them?
”What are you saying?” the King demanded, his voice cracking. “It was Lady Leviath who gave me this Demon God body.”
”Ah, so you are an underling,” Rosella said flatly.
”U-Underling?!” the King sputtered.
The one who laughed was the gray-skinned man in military uniform.
”Hahaha. As expected, the vessel makes all the difference,” he said, his voice full of academic coldness.
Rosella only glanced at him, but Batrov raised his voice.
”Hey, you! What are you laughing at?!” the King roared.
”You are loud, underling,” the gray-skinned Demon God replied calmly.
”Wh-” the King said.
”Did you think I was your subordinate? That is a bad mistake. For starters, I am way stronger than you,” the gray-skinned Demon God said.
The uniformed Demon God raised his hand, and many magic circles appeared around Batrov. Arms reached out from them.
Those arms grabbed the King’s limbs, choked his throat. Those thin limbs, like dry branches, now unable to move.
The frog rolled its eyes and foamed at the mouth.
”Guh… ghk…” the King choked.
”Whoops. I should not have killed you,” the gray-skinned Demon God said, almost amused.
The restraints vanished, and the King coughed, gasping for air.
”We had to change our plans a lot to avoid attracting Lust’s young lady’s attention. But we have finally made it this far,” the gray-skinned Demon God continued.
Another magic circle appeared, and a sword came out of it.
It stopped right between Rosella and the King.
”This is a Demon Sword. A very powerful hellish Demon Sword. Now, you hate each other, don’t you? You are in each other’s way, aren’t you? I will give this Demon Sword to whoever grabs it first. And then. Use that Demon Sword to kill the other,” the gray-skinned Demon God said.
Kill him. Kill her. That voice echoed in her head.
Was this the gray-skinned Demon God’s ability too?
It felt different, somehow.
But one thing was clear. He wanted to make father and daughter kill each other.
”If you can kill your parent or child with that Demon Sword, you will obtain the power of the Great World. Yes, absorbing huge negative karma,” the gray-skinned Demon God said.
”I don’t need it,” Rosella cut in.
The moment she answered, the “kill” voice vanished.
Rosella remembered.
She had looked at the Demon Sword, then glanced down at the holy sword in her hand. And Marqui came to mind.
”Huh?!” the Amphibian Demon God squeaked.
”Because I have this,” Rosella said quietly, her voice steady. “The sword I bought with Marqui on our first date. My sword of memories. I am keeping this.”
Strangely, even her hate toward her father. Now a Demon God. Began to calm.
Event… Error, error. Bug detected…
Crawling, the Amphibian Demon God came to the Demon Sword, took it, and pressed it against its cheek with a happy sigh.
”Haa… haa… Demon Sword, it is mine now,” it cooed, like a child. “With this, if I kill Rosella…”
The gray-skinned Demon God shook his head in disbelief.
”At this rate, we can’t make Rosella our vanguard,” he said, his voice clinical.
”The Demon God that attacked us back then. He was one of Pride’s men, wasn’t he,” Rosella said, her eyes narrowing.
She remembered that day clearly. The day she met Marqui.
”Yes. But we were interrupted,” the gray-skinned Demon God admitted. “We tried to stain your heart with darkness after that too. Made the King worship Demon Gods, taught him summoning methods, that sort of thing.”
So they were the root cause.
”But I didn’t move the way you wanted,” Rosella said coldly.
”That is why we gave the dead King a new role,” he replied.
They were set on making her kill her father, it seemed.
”Fine. I will take you down here. You too,” Rosella declared.
”Now I am certain. At this rate, you won’t become what we want. We need to change our approach,” the gray-skinned Demon God stated.
”Tell me one thing. Was it you who killed the King and Queens who welcomed Brother Clad in the Rulegard Kingdom?” Rosella demanded.
”No, no. That surprised us too,” he said, spreading his hands. “Though we did think about whether we could use it right away.”
No reason to lie here.
If so… there really was another force at work in the shadows.
”Very well. Since we can’t use you, you are nothing but an obstacle. Die here. What is the harm?” the gray-skinned Demon God said smoothly. “Just like you did, we will prepare a replacement for you. And the strongest army you built will serve us. We will put that army to use. We are grateful you built a force that can hold its own against Hell’s legions.”
The killing intent around her grew.
She sighed.
”They are looking down on me,” Rosella muttered.
A guard rushed from diagonally behind.
Without even turning to look, Rosella swung her sword once. It cut through armor and flesh alike.
The demonic guard’s level was forty-three. There were twenty-six of them.
Even if many attacked at once, it did not matter.
She dodged their swords, deflected their spears, and in the same flow, cut down the enemy in front.
If they surrounded her, she would use the skill.
”Dance of Petals,” Rosella said.
The afterimages of her ultra-fast blade looked like a big blooming flower. It carved through and blasted away every enemy around her.
Blood sprayed up, splattering across the floor in patterns that looked like red roses.
Standing at the center, Rosella smiled.
Tyrannical Black Witch.
That cold smile recalled her title.
”What a shame… such power. Truly a shame to lose it,” the gray-skinned uniformed man groaned.
”Are you my opponent next?” Rosella asked, her voice carrying a dangerous edge.
”No, my turn hasn’t come,” he replied, stepping back.
A magic circle appeared on the floor, forming a pitch-black hole.
From it, Demon Gods with snake-like faces came out.
”What is this?!” Rosella yelled.
”The Demon Realm. Envy’s vassals,” the gray-skinned Demon God announced. “And there aren’t just one hundred or two hundred.”
One of them, holding a huge axe, swung down.
She deflected it with the holy sword. And saw.
Level sixty-seven.
Against a handful of them, she would have no trouble at all. But they kept multiplying.
”This.” Rosella gritted her teeth.
Swinging her sword normally would not take one down in a single blow.
If she got surrounded, she would take damage this time.
There was still a level gap, sure. But if that damage built up…
”For a human, she is not bad-looking,” one of the axe-wielding demons growled, his voice low.
”We can have our fun with her before we kill her, right?” another added.
The things dangling between their legs began to swell.
She made her choice fast.
Time to retreat.
She ran for the door.
But just before she reached it, something blocked her.
”I have set up a barrier. Doubled around this throne room and the castle grounds,” the gray-skinned Demon God explained. “You can’t leave the throne room, and from outside, you can’t enter the castle grounds.”
So this was the source of that unease.
”When did the barrier trigger?” Rosella asked.
”Just a moment ago,” he replied. “Otherwise, we couldn’t have invited you into the castle.”
”I see. Then,” Rosella said.
A Demon God’s axe swung at her.
”I will slice off your limbs, make a doll of you. And then I will have my way with you!” the demon snarled.
The door swung open.
A black shadow burst in and shattered the axe to pieces.
The small figure landed on the floor, claws shining.
”Are you unharmed, Rosella-sama?” the Cat Demon God asked, his voice perfectly polite.
”Yes, for now,” Rosella said. “Can we leave through that open door?”
”No. Around this throne room, entry is possible. But exit is not,” he replied with a small bow.
”And outside?” Rosella asked.
”Around the castle, the opposite. Likely, they have made the barrier stronger by making each side one-way,” the Cat Demon God explained.
If she could leave the throne room, she could escape the castle.
But leaving the throne room was the hard part.
Cat Demon God, Level ninety-four. A powerful ally had joined. But the situation was still bad.
”Can you contact anyone outside?” Rosella asked.
”She will take care of it,” the Cat Demon God assured her. “She should come here afterward.”
Then the best plan was to fight near this door.
There was a limit. Just knowing that. It changed how she felt.
Next update planned for Wednesday.
Summary:
Marqui and Rosella share an intensely intimate farewell before she departs for Royal Castle, where a mysterious decree summons her alone. At the castle, Rosella discovers her supposedly dead father has returned as Batrov, the Demon God of Envy, surrounded by disguised demons. As she realizes Pride stands behind this conspiracy, a system message triggers her descent into darkness.
Rosella rejects the Demon Sword and the manipulation to kill her father, choosing instead the holy sword tied to Marqui’s memory. The gray-skinned Demon God escalates by summoning Envy’s vassals, forcing Rosella to fight through waves of Level 67 demons. The Cat Demon God arrives as reinforcement, but the one-way barrier traps them inside the throne room with no clear exit.
Trivia:
Rosella’s anus has grown slightly swollen from repeated anal s*x with Marqui.
The Decoy King was placed on the throne by Rosella and Lili Lim to handle political affairs.
Lili Lim had assured Rosella that no Demon Gods were supporting their father.
The Cat Demon God sensed a change in the castle’s atmosphere but couldn’t articulate it.
Rosella lacks a full Appraisal skill, making it harder for her to identify disguised demons.
The king’s transformation reveals him as a toad-like Demon God of Envy.
The Black Wing Corps messenger failed to close the door due to nervous excitement.
Soldiers formed a line at the fort’s latrines after hearing Rosella’s loud climax.
Marqui sent the Cat Demon God with Rosella out of worry for her safety.
Rosella is ranked #1 among Akeios women used for m**urbation material, according to Marqui’s joke.
Rosella’s holy sword was bought with Marqui on their first date, making it emotionally significant enough to counter the Demon Sword’s corrupting influence.
Batrov’s Demon God transformation came from Lady Leviath, linking him to the Lust faction.
The gray-skinned Demon God admits to teaching the King summoning methods and turning him into a Demon God worshiper.
The King and Queens who welcomed Clad were killed by an unknown third party that even Envy’s faction didn’t anticipate.
The barrier is doubled-throne room blocks exit, castle grounds block entry-created to trap Rosella specifically.
The Amphibian Demon God suffers an “Event… Error, error. Bug detected…” message, suggesting it may be a system entity or malfunctioning construct.
Cat Demon God is Level 94, far stronger than the axe demons (Level 67) but still outnumbered.
Rosella is known as the “Tyrannical Black Witch,” a title that reflects her cold reputation.
Translation Notes:
1 ↩ Japanese slang term describing the characteristic orgasmic facial expression with rolled-back eyes and lolling tongue. No direct English equivalent; retained for genre authenticity.
2 ↩ English rendering of Japanese “okazu” (m**urbation material). Crude, comedic translation that captures Marqui’s teasing tone.
3 ↩ Localization of Japanese “zamen kanchō” (semen enema). Common euphemism in English-language erotica for this act.
4 ↩ Localization addition referencing the Western seven deadly sins framework. The Japanese source identifies Batrov as an “Amphibian Demon God” but explicitly names the sin as Envy. Adding “Seventh Sin” connects to the broader system EN readers recognize.
5 ↩ RPG-style ability that allows a character to identify the properties, stats, or true nature of objects, people, or demons. Rosella lacks a full version of this skill.