Hentai King System

"Shall I guess? Your Highness is aiming at a one-shot chance at usurping the throne, right?"

"!!"

Amelia's pupils opened wide.

Rigel's read had hit.

She was aiming at the throne.

(If I can succeed to the throne, I can build an ideal nation… But as long as I am the Fifth Princess, the possibility is low…)

Amelia felt impatience.

In the current situation it would be difficult for her to succeed to the throne.

For her to aim at the throne, a means that was not ordinary would be necessary.

Usurpation was a last resort. What was realistic was "showing rare merits."

For that too she wanted Rigel's power.

But he had refused that.

"Please rest easy. I won't inform on you."

Someone second or lower in succession rights aiming at the throne.

That itself was extremely dangerous in a monarchical state.

Depending on the case, there was a possibility of being judged as "having rebellious intent."

If it were second, or even third, there was room to interpret it as "healthy competition to make the country's future better."

But if the Fifth Princess spoke it, it would look like mere obsession.

It was not realistic.

No, being judged as a daydream that would only throw the country into chaos was the best she could hope for.

"Rather, depending on the case I can even cooperate."

"…What?"

Amelia's eyebrow jerked.

Those eyes looked at Rigel suspiciously.

"What do you mean?"

It was a voice with both wariness and expectation mixed.

Rigel shrugged lightly.

"If Your Highness insists, I can give a little help."

"!!"

Amelia swallowed her breath.

How much that single line was salvation for her, and humiliation at the same time. Rigel was saying it knowing that.

"In exchange there is a condition."

"W-what is it?"

Amelia's voice trembled faintly.

Fear or hope, even she did not know.

But Rigel's next words blew such feelings away in an instant.

"It's simple. Please try presenting so that I want to 'creampie sex' Your Highness."

"…Ha?"

At that single line Amelia for an instant could not understand what she had been told.

Thoughts stopped.

The next instant the expression of her who grasped the meaning changed violently.

Her cheeks flushed, her lips trembled.

Anger raced through her body like blood.

"You… you…! Do you intend to mock me!? An insult like this…! I will never forgive you!!"

Amelia's shout shook the space.

Pride burned painfully.

Having her dignity as royalty trampled. That humiliation changed to anger.

But even seeing that, Rigel did not move an inch.

"Hmph."

A short mutter.

That hand suddenly moved as if tracing the air.

And then.

"Gugyaaaaah!!"

From Amelia's throat a scream resembling a death cry leaked.

Her left hand was severed as if tearing, and fresh blood danced in midair as spray.

The sound of flesh tearing.

The sensation of bone crushing.

Intense pain raced through all her nerves and struck her brain directly.

But it did not last long.

"Uguh…!!"

She groaned involuntarily, but the next instant as if nothing had happened the arm was back as it was.

Pain, bleeding, not even a trace remained.

As if nothing had happened, as if it had been reset.

The illusion world. Here one could give the same pain as reality while creating a "result" different from reality.

That was this ability's greatest and worst characteristic.

"For now, shall I hear the presentation content? You'll be freed from pain and also obtain help. That's killing two birds with one stone."

"…"

Amelia did not voice anything, still turning her face away.

She pressed her mouth into a straight line, and at her eyes a color mixed of anger and humiliation floated.

That expression was truly as if she had crushed a bitter bug.

She was being presented the worst-level "carrot and stick," so that could not be helped.

After hesitation, at last she spat words.

"Don't screw with me…! I would never accept a worthless demand like that…!!"

The voice was low and suppressed.

But in its depths a certain fire of anger and self-respect burned.

"…"

Rigel did not react to that.

He only quietly looked at Amelia.

Neither provoking nor laughing.

That silence itself was what irritated Amelia most.

Every time their gazes collided, her feelings boiled.

"I am a princess! I am the existence with the highest status in this country! An upstart like you… haaaaan!?"

Amelia shouted.

Midway, pleasure assailed her.

"Ah… aah!! W-what is this…!? Ahi!!"

Amelia confused by the sudden pleasure.

Rigel gazed at that figure with amusement.

Giving an opponent pleasure in a world of illusion, if he felt like it, was nothing at all.

"If Your Highness has sexual charm, I will cooperate toward succession to the throne. I leave the method of approach entirely to Your Highness."

The voice was soft, thoroughly polite.

But what lurked behind it was a cold desire to dominate.

"Ah…! Kuu…!!"

Amelia's lips trembled.

Even if she clenched her fist it did no good.

A reality with no place to flee slowly ate into her heart.

"Is silently enduring Your Highness's presentation? It's not bad, but it's not good either. I've raped women of that level until I got bored."

"Th-that's…! This is wrong…!! There's no way I can accept this—hahi!?"

Amelia denied it.

But resistance worthy of the name was impossible.

She could only gasp at the pleasure given.

"Your Highness's body is quite wonderful. I can tell even over clothes. Please make full use of that body to obtain my cooperation."

"Sh-shut up!! I am the Fifth Princess…!? This… humiliating treatment…!!"

Amelia desperately denied it, but already her thoughts were melting.

The carrot of "cooperation toward succession to the throne."

The stick of "unbearable pain."

To finish it, the carrot of "irresistible sexual pleasure."

Those tangled in combination and snatched away her judgment and thinking power.

"The body is enough. Now what's still lacking, I wonder."

Rigel snapped his fingers.

Then suddenly images floated up before Amelia's eyes.

As if a stage curtain opening, several scenes of the future were projected vividly.

One.

Her own figure standing on a guillotine before the people.

A future where excessive ambition for the throne became her enemy and she was executed as a traitor.

Another.

A figure becoming the companion of someone she did not even know in a foreign land.

A future where as a tool of political marriage pride and freedom were stolen, and even making a smile became a duty.

Further.

A figure scattering her life surrounded by monsters on the battlefield after rushing because she had to raise merits.

Even the sound of a blood-smeared sword falling miserably to the ground could be heard.

Last.

A future of becoming a prisoner in a war with a neighboring country, being humiliated, then executed before the people.

The crowd's mockery and curses pierced her ears as if real.

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