A few days ago, she experienced a strange phenomenon.
It was the dawn before she entered the Academy.
When she woke up, all sorts of erotic dreams came to her mind.
Women famous throughout the Empire, including herself, were moaning and sobbing beneath a man’s feet, no, beneath his dick, with eyes full of love.
The true Emperor who reigns over all females.
How dare the Emperor’s daughter commit the sacrilege of calling another man Emperor.
She shuddered at her imagination, but couldn’t stop.
It actually happened.
At the time, I was so angry.
An unbearable rage surged, and I wanted to kill Gilmon Salazar.
[Aisha Sinclair: I dreamed about you today...]
[Aisha Sinclair: Guess what kind of shitty dream it was?]
[Aisha Sinclair: Cold Smile While Holding a Knife.Emoji]
A message that the Princess would never send to a commoner if she hadn’t had that dream.
’It certainly wasn’t like me.’
Seeing that he didn’t reply, she guessed that he must have felt guilty too.
’How should I act in the future?’
At that time, Sierra Solers, the top student at the Academy, contacted her.
[Sierra Solers: Greetings to Her Highness The Princess.]
[Sierra Solers: I suppose you had the same dream as me.]
[Sierra Solers: You see, we can’t just sit back and watch this.]
It was clearly an unrealistic event, but she presented various reasons and proved that time had been turned back, or at least that this was an event in the near future.
In fact, even if she didn’t, Aisha could tell that the dream she had seen was real.
If you ask how she knew, there was no way to answer.
The Emperor’s eldest daughter, respected by the people of the Empire and raised with the love of the Imperial Family, being fucked like a dog by a man’s dick who wasn’t even that great...
In the dream, she was clearly feeling excited.
’If you get fucked like that, there’s no going back.’
She, who has lived a life always controlled according to strict sex education and the Imperial Family’s schedule, is definitely a virgin.
But after having that dream, her lower body tingled like a chaste wife.
Immediately after having the dream, her panties and sheets were soaked as if they had been washed.
’Hmm, Princess, your pussy juice is so delicious.’
As the man’s sneering face came to mind, she stood blankly in the hallway and grabbed her collar tightly.
Her elegant face was crumpled messily and she was biting her lip, but it wasn’t because of anger.
She could feel her crotch getting wet.
’Why is this happening, what the hell!’
Until a few days ago, it was still bearable.
Women who believed they were experiencing the same pain joined forces to fight a common enemy, Gilmon Salazar.
Just thinking about that comforted her heart, which was a little stained with shame and humiliation.
Aisha knows that there are reliable men like her father and the Imperial Guard knights, but there are more vile men in the world.
A situation where women can work together to do something.
Becoming the leader there was a welcome and enjoyable thing for Aisha.
As the Princess, she took the lead in leading the women and vowed to drive the demon Gilmon Salazar out of the Academy.
But the development was flowing in an increasingly strange direction.
The women were wary of Gilmon Salazar based on the contents of the dream.
They expected that he would use strange techniques to use their bodies as outlets for insidious desires.
It was absolutely unacceptable for a beautifully cultivated and cared-for body to be used to extract such dirty man’s semen.
The women who had the dream were all well-known beauties in the Empire and children of excellent families.
But, he didn’t take any action.
[Sierra Solers: I know, everyone is nervous.]
[Sierra Solers: According to my analysis, Gilmon Salazar is definitely using strange abilities by paying for our emotions.]
Sierra’s cold-blooded analysis.
Following her instructions, the women tried to avoid even encountering Gilmon Salazar as much as possible.
As a result, he dropped out...
Clearly, they thought the women’s joint operation had worked.
[Sierra Solers: It’s our victory.]
Sierra said that, but the group chat was quiet.
Only formal congratulatory remarks came up.
Why is that?
Why?
Why did he drop out...?
Just like that...?
No... huh...?
Does he give up this easily...?
Why did he leave just like that...?
Why did you leave...?
The Princess was somehow disappointed.
Perhaps the other women were similar.
[Miyabi Fayne: I saw Gilmon Salazar.]
[Miyabi Fayne: He’s with a woman.]
Reports came in from various places.
The women were nervous.
Was there a heroine they didn’t know about?
If so, he intends to turn around and target the women again through her.
If he regains his original power, can the women withstand it no matter how much they work together?
To the wavering women, Sierra said that this could also be a scheme, so let’s not be rash.
But... nothing happened!
Gilmon Salazar didn’t even come near the Academy.
Rather, it was the women who became anxious.
Aisha also couldn’t say anything because she had to maintain her dignity as the Princess, but that made her body ache even more.
Literally, she was feeling the heat more unbearable.
Even though the only thing that had changed was that Gilmon had quit the Academy.
Not only her maids, but even her father came to her and asked if she was uncomfortable anywhere.
She was so distressed that she had made her father, who was busy with the Empire’s affairs, come all the way to his grown daughter’s bedroom.
’It’s okay, tell me.’
Duragan the mighty Emperor was the man Aisha respected and trusted the most in the world.
He was a strong but gentle man, but no matter what, she couldn’t tell him about this symptom.
The best father in the world.
But...
’My pussy feels empty.’
How could she say that!
Aisha has never actually seen a man’s thing, let alone received it.
It had been several days since she had the lewd thought that she wanted someone to scratch the inside of her pussy and poke her uterus.
’It’s because of that dream...!’
At one point, she was so desperate that she considered buying a sex slave, but soon stopped.
A woman’s first time is very important.
The Princess’s chastity is also the property of the Empire.
She couldn’t defile it with the dick of a lowly slave when she might have to offer it to a man from a powerful family later, depending on her father’s political choices.
Buying a sex slave would definitely reach her father’s ears, and she didn’t want to disappoint him with such a thing.
Above all, other men are useless.
What she wants is Gilmon Salazar.
He’s clearly a vile and shameless human being, but only his dick can satisfy her.
She doesn’t want to see or touch another man’s dick.
There was something else that was bothering her.
The group chat that had already been created.
Her pride wouldn’t allow her to show the women that she, who had proudly proclaimed Gilmon Salazar as an object to be eradicated, was succumbing to his dick.
Aisha bit her red lips.
"Haa... here we go again."
She locked the door and lay face down on the bed.
She pulled the blanket over her head.
Her pussy began to get wet like a spring.
She can’t take it anymore.
"Should I... should I contact him secretly? No, I can’t do that..."
Soon her moans erupted.
She carefully stimulated her clitoris, being careful not to touch her hymen.
She had never been taught how to masturbate by anyone.
But where did she learn these delicate movements?
But soon her thoughts stopped at the rising pleasure.
It was already broad daylight.