Hentai King System

"I-I don't want it…! I don't accept that…!!"

Amelia's voice trembled as if squeezed out.

It was clear she was full of fear and her feelings were on the verge of collapse.

Her knees seemed about to fold, and she supported them with will.

This was not reality.

The domain of illusion magic. The world of illusion.

But the "future" Rigel projected was far too real and stabbed deep into her spirit.

Even if that was a future Rigel had "casually" predicted just now.

"Fu…"

When Rigel erased the illusions one by one, the images finally melted into darkness.

But Amelia stayed hanging her head and did not try to move.

Her fingertips and lips also trembled faintly.

Fear still dominated her whole body.

"Now then, shall I hear the answer."

The voice was quiet, but carried a cold coercive force.

Amelia moved her lips in silence.

Eventually a broken voice was spat out.

"…I-if you want to hold me, you can hold me. This is a world of illusion magic. I don't mind specially permitting a mere legitimate son of a marquis house to touch me who am the Fifth Princess…"

"Hohoh…"

Rigel muttered looking amused.

At last one step forward.

A stray cat that would not take to humans had finally rubbed against him.

That kind of sensation.

"You've been emphasizing the point of 'Fifth Princess.' The part where you still don't drop the strong stance is also an addition factor. Not a bad presentation."

"..."

"But it's not enough. In the previous campaign I raped Valstine's three princesses. A princess of one's own country is different if you say different, but similar if you say similar. Yes, like doria and gratin. I'm getting a bit sick of it."

In the light tone a sneer mixed with irony and boredom.

At that metaphor Amelia was stunned.

"Sick… of it…"

A voice as if wanting to say she could not believe it.

Toward herself who had been raised as a princess, honored and respected, "sick of it."

That idea greatly shook her values.

But Rigel piled on without mercy.

"If you truly want to obtain my cooperation, please present properly. Otherwise… let's see, shall I try contacting the Fourth Princess?"

"W-what!?"

Amelia's voice cracked.

A strained voice as if her heart had been seized.

Just from that name coming out she was clearly agitated.

"Other than His Majesty Wistaria and Princess Amelia, I have no acquaintances among the royalty. But there are many who desire the throne, right? I will cooperate with a wonderful princess who can please me. A simple story."

Rigel declared it matter-of-factly.

Then he looked down at Amelia.

Those eyes were endlessly cold and made one feel no mercy at all.

"Kuh…"

Amelia ground her teeth.

Defying clumsily here was not a good plan.

Fortunately Rigel seemed to acknowledge her charm to a certain degree.

Then she should sell him flattery here.

"I-I understand… I will obey you. I just have to convey my charm…"

Amelia hung her head as if resigning herself.

Then she slowly turned her face toward Rigel.

That expression was warped with frustration.

"I-I have style, and… a maid has told me…! See…!!"

Together with a trembling voice Amelia puffed her chest.

Normally that gesture would be an expression of her confidence and symbolize her beauty as a princess.

But now it looked somehow hollow, confidence wrung out by force.

Rigel said nothing.

Without changing a single expression he looked at her matter-of-factly.

That silence stabbed Amelia's chest.

"H-how is it…? You understand how charming I am, right…?"

A ring of clinging to words mixed in.

Without noticing it herself, Amelia had taken an attitude of begging evaluation.

That itself was proof she was on his palm.

"I repeat, it's not bad. But it's not good either. So a proposal…"

Rigel's tone changed.

For an instant Amelia floated a color of wariness.

"What?"

"Shouldn't you take that armor off?"

"Wha…!?"

The instant she was told, Amelia's whole body froze.

The air grew heavy.

Tension that clung to the skin.

"No, it's obvious, right? You're appealing sexual charm, so taking it off is definitely more advantageous."

Rigel said it lightly.

As if that were natural.

At that attitude Amelia lost her words.

Words she should talk back with rose to her throat and vanished.

Over armor one indeed could not tell her figure.

That was a fact.

"I-if you want to take it off, do as you like. I already understand the gap in ability. I will not resist…"

"You don't understand. Ravaging with violence or magic is something I've already done to the limit. In the Valstine campaign, and in this royal capital too."

Rigel said it casually.

Setting aside outrages in another country, a confession of rape in the royal capital.

Normally thinking it was a dangerous statement, but to Rigel it was a trivial thing.

(If I anger him here he might really switch to the Fourth Princess…)

Amelia muttered inside.

She was aiming at the throne.

For that she had intended not to choose any means.

(I don't want to lose in a place like this…!)

Amelia clenched her lips.

There was no choice.

She slowly stretched her hand and touched her own armor.

Kachari.

A metal sound rang quietly.

That sound also sounded like the sound of her pride peeling off.

Gashan.

The armor that fell to the floor made a dull sound.

That weight was a symbol of the barrier she had discarded.

What appeared under the armor was innerwear exclusive to royalty.

Elegant like a dress yet made of special material that could endure combat, it clung tightly to Amelia's body.

A beautifully arranged body line.

Neither excessive nor insufficient.

"Hohoh… It's been a while since I saw a woman take it off of her own will. And that it's this country's Fifth Princess makes the amusement exceptional!"

In Rigel's voice, though light in tone, pleasure certainly seeped.

Like a hunter before rare prey.

"As expected of Her Highness the Fifth Princess! The breasts aren't that large, but the waist is thin. And yet the ass meat is erotic!!"

"Kuh… Don't comment on each thing…"

She protested in a small voice mixed of anger and shame.

Even that voice seemed endlessly amusing to Rigel.

His laugh quietly filled the air.

"Come on, writhe more! Shake your breasts! Then I might get excited, you know?"

"I-I don't want to… How can I do something so embarrassing…!!"

Amelia appealed in a voice that seemed about to cry.

But Rigel ordered without mercy.

"Then it can't be helped. You have no complaint if I switch to the Fourth Princess, right?"

"…Kuh!"

Amelia clenched her teeth again.

She dropped her gaze to the floor and gripped her fist tightly.

That figure no longer looked like a proud princess, but like a frail girl.

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