The Queen's Guard's Humiliation

A bedroom with all the lights extinguished, a plain room clearly lacking in decoration.

Yoal brought the limp Charlotte out of the bathroom and pinned her down on the bed.

First, he bound both her arms with cord, then fastened them to the bed's legs. Her arms were pulled to either side, rendering her upper body completely immobile. Under normal circumstances, Charlotte could easily tear through such restraints with brute force, but now was different.

"… Ngh, this much… guh, ahh…!?"

"Struggling is pointless. It's built fairly sturdy. I accounted for your monstrous strength."

Looking down at Charlotte as she thrashed her legs and writhed, Yoal spoke as if to drive the point home.

Of course, half of those words were a lie. The cord was made of a special resin and was certainly durable, but it wasn't something that could withstand Charlotte's raw power.

So why was she still restrained? The answer was simple: Charlotte was weakened.

"… The pointless one… is you. Someone will come rushing over soon—"

"No one's coming. Absolutely no one."

"Wh-what…?"

Charlotte's slightly frustrated expression transformed into shock.

Yoal calmly brought his face close to hers and whispered near her ear.

"While entering here, I replaced the barrier. No one can detect me. Communication to the outside is also blocked. If you think I'm bluffing, go ahead and try."

"… Ngh… hah, ahh…"

Charlotte glared at Yoal with irritation, then quietly closed her eyes.

Tormented by the lingering heat and afterglow of pleasure, she had probably forgotten to even attempt communication. Charlotte furrowed her brow for a moment, then shook her head as if resigning herself.

"… What an outrageous bastard. And yet this is what you do with all that? Hard to tell if you're impressive or pathetic…"

"Unfortunately, I can't exactly kill you."

"…? What do you mean by—"

Ignoring Charlotte's words, Yoal firmly grasped her slender ankle.

Suddenly feeling the man's warmth and grip, she furrowed her brow and flushed with agitation.

"W-wait, you're not seriously—"

"I'm spreading your legs."

"… Ah, wait, hold on… ahhhhh…!!"

A pained cry burst from the woman's delicate throat.

Her legs were mercilessly spread wide apart, exposing her genitals. The soft swell of her mound, the thick petals drenched with moisture, the rosy reproductive membrane peeking through slightly, and the fluffy honey-colored pubic hair.

Being observed by Yoal's brazen gaze, Charlotte's face turned bright red with fury.

"Guh, ahh, I-I'll kill you!! I'll kill you!!!"

"Quiet down. No one's coming no matter how much you scream. It's not like you're a virgin or anything."

"…!"

When Yoal said that, Charlotte suddenly pressed her lips together and fell silent.

She turned her flushed face away, averting her gaze. Her reddened cheek pressed flat against the sheets. Her wet honey-colored hair fell disheveled across her cheek, revealing her sensual nape.

"Ah. I see…"

"…"

"… I understand now."

Her legs were bound the same way as her arms—tied to the bed's legs, her slender legs forced into a merciless spread.

Then Yoal slowly traced his fingers along the line of her hip joints.

"I'm going to have a look inside your vagina."

"What!? What do you think you understand!? I-I'll kill you!! If you do that, I'll definitely kill you!!"

"Yeah, yeah, scary, scary."

Casually soothing Charlotte, who looked like she was about to cry, Yoal placed his hand on her plump labia.

He placed his fingers on the white skin on either side and gently spread them apart. The fresh, soaking wet vaginal membrane opened wide, and the hole inside twitched and quivered.

Yoal lightly touched the rim of her vaginal opening and peered inside with narrowed eyes. In the nearly pitch-dark room, moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Charlotte's reproductive membrane in an ethereal glow.

"… Still perfectly intact, I see."

"—Ngh, ugh, uuuugh…!!!!"

A groan almost like a curse came from above his head.

Her face was bright red, steeped in humiliation and shame. Her eyes were filled with moisture, on the verge of tears.

—Just as her reaction suggested. Inside Charlotte's vagina, he could clearly confirm the presence of her sacred maidenhood.

"Just kill me already… no, I'll kill you… I'll definitely kill you…"

"… If you can still say that, your spirit's plenty intact."

Her wet voice hitched and trembled in broken gasps.

Yet love juices continued to overflow endlessly from her vaginal opening, lewdly moistening her rosy vaginal membrane.

Yoal pulled his gaze away from her crotch for the moment. One hand slowly stroked her lower abdomen while the other moved from her arm to her armpit—then to the generous swell of her chest.

"… Your armpit's a bit unguarded, I see."

"The moment these come loose, I'm definitely killing you!! Don't think you can keep me tied up forever!?"

It seemed he had touched somewhere she didn't want touched.

Brushing against the soft hair adorning the cute hollow of her armpit, Yoal moved closer to the furious Charlotte.

He settled himself around the side of her chest, positioning himself to easily toy with her body. He traced her neck, her nape, her chin, as if tickling her.

"If you keep making such a fuss, you'll run out of stamina."

"… Uuugh… you scumbag… trash… die… no, I'll kill you…"

"—I'm used to hearing that already."

Letting the familiar words wash over him, Yoal pulled out a small bottle of viscous, sticky scented oil from his pocket. It was the same type as what he had made Charlotte drink, but this one was for applying to the body.

In truth, Charlotte was right that they didn't have much time. It wasn't impossible to start over, but suspicion of his collusion with Aery would begin to surface before long. When that happened, his options would narrow drastically—ideally, he wanted to finish this tonight, or at the latest by tomorrow.

This was especially true because tonight was the day before Charlotte's ovulation, when her resistance was at its weakest.

"Now then, you can't move. Truth be told, I could just go to Alma like this."

"…!?"

Charlotte suddenly came to her senses. Sure enough, the arousal and heat must have been clouding her thinking.

Yoal let the oil drip and slowly worked it into his palm as he spoke.

"But you wouldn't accept that. No matter what Alma might say."

"… Don't be ridiculous. As if someone like you could ever be accepted…"

"I won't deny that possibility. But I'm greatly concerned about, say, a situation where you and Alma end up as enemies."

"… Ngh, guh."

Those words were something even Charlotte couldn't deny.

The glaring intensity in her gaze softened slightly, and a look of bewilderment crossed her face.

"… If you weren't here… everything would have gone smoothly…"

"That's right. Certainly true. But what did Alma say?"

"—Ngh, ugh…"

A shadow fell over Charlotte's features.

As expected, the fact that she had defied Almaeira had left a wound in her heart. Struck by words that targeted her weakness, Charlotte guiltily averted her eyes.

"I'm not telling you to do whatever I say. If Alma rejects me, that's the end of it. What I'm trying to say is, basically… I want you to be on Alma's side no matter what happens."

"… You don't need to tell me that…"

"Even if it means defying the Demon King? Really? That's what I want you to think about."

Charlotte pressed her lips tightly together and fell silent. All the while, Yoal continued letting the oil drip—until eventually, a single drop fell onto her stomach.

She let out a sweet moan. As Yoal slowly spread it outward from that spot, Charlotte narrowed her eyes with apparent pleasure and let her eyelids droop in a daze.

"If you can't promise, then it can't be helped. I'll leave you here and go to Alma. What happens to you after that is your own problem."

"… And you'll tell her… everything I've done?"

"I don't see the need for that. I don't think that would change how Alma feels anyway."

"… What do you even know about Alma—"

"Half her life… Which means you know the half of Alma's life that I don't."

Yoal gave a light shrug, then began spreading the slick oil across Charlotte's entire body.

Over her ample breasts, her delicate shoulders, her firm-looking abs, her narrow waist, her well-fleshed buttocks. Needless to say, her supple limbs as well—he rubbed the viscous liquid into every inch of her.

"You don't need to overthink it. Just think simply. What do you want to do? Whose side do you want to be on? That's all this is about."

"… That's… obvious…"

Even as Charlotte said that, she couldn't bring herself to say the decisive follow-up.

It was clear that emotionally, she was on Almaeira's side. She had gone against Almaeira's words due to troublesome obligations, but that was never what she truly wanted. That was precisely why Charlotte was tormented by such difficult inner conflict.

If that was the case, then the solution was simple. Make her forget those troublesome obligations and guide her to think honestly.

He had already lowered her resistance to making a decision. All that remained was to empty her mind.

Yoal looked down at Charlotte, her brow furrowed, and gently pinched the tip of her breast.

"It doesn't have to be right now… I'll settle in and take my time with you."

"… Ngh, hah… ah, ugh, kuh… 💕"

The pink nipple hardened with pleasure. He rubbed the oil into it thoroughly too, then lightly flicked the slippery bud with his fingertip.

With her limbs restrained, she had no way to escape. She twisted her hips slightly, her glistening, slick body trembling.

"As if… I could think about this… at ease…"

Soaked in aphrodisiac and fully aroused, her mind boiling with heat.

Even so, Charlotte tremblingly shook her head as if to rebuff the man's touch.