The Heroines I Corrupted Regressed With Me

"I am not a good person. If you do not tell me where Phonia is, I may have to search for her by force, Your Highness."

"No. No. No. You are a good person. You are the very picture of a noble man. You are taking care of that poor girl, Phonia Hazelnut, am I right?"

The Princess spoke with a calm expression. She saw nothing wrong in her words.

Her face held the quiet certainty of someone convinced she was offering the highest possible praise.

"Phonia is not pitiful. I am the one being helped by that girl."

"Yes. I like that way of putting it too!"

The Princess answered at once. She was not listening at all.

I knew what filled her mind. With a favorability rating near one hundred, her feelings toward me ran extremely positive, yet no shared memories or personal history existed between us.

The peak of that positive regard came from sex, and that was the plain truth.

"Shall we toast?"

She rose, went to the kitchen, returned with a bottle of wine, and poured it into the glass waiting at the center of the table. The deep crimson liquid slid down the inside of the glass.

"Finest wine. I will not bother naming the price. One taste will tell you all you need to know."

She held the glass out to me. A simple ring-shaped bracelet rested against the pale skin of her wrist.

It looked plain at first glance, yet the pure stones and the work of a master craftsman marked it as something far from ordinary.

She wore the vulgar, revealing clothes I had asked for, but the accessories remained the same high-quality pieces she had once worn inside the Imperial Palace.

In a previous iteration Aisha had rested against my arm and said, "I often place my feelings and meanings into the accessories I wear."

Perhaps this bracelet carried meaning of its own. I, who had only ever hungered for the Princess’s body, could no longer recall.

An amethyst necklace swayed gently against the slender line of her throat.

"I cannot order the other women to leave you alone. I am a Princess, yet every student at the Academy stands equal."

Equal... huh?

If she truly believed that, what of the way she had spoken of Phonia until now, as though the girl barely existed?

She took a measured sip of the wine and let out a soft sigh.

"But if you simply listen to what I want, I will help you in return, Gilmon. Your poor little Phonia would want that as well."

"What do you want from me?"

"...It is embarrassing to say... I have had some wine, so it is all right to be a little honest, is it not?"

The Princess walked around the table and settled into the chair beside me. She lifted my glass, took a sip, then pressed her lips to mine.

The warm mix of wine and saliva slipped from her mouth into mine and down my throat.

She wiped the small trail that had escaped the corner of her mouth with the back of her wrist, her expression soft and unguarded.

"My body starts acting strange whenever I think of you. It is because of what you did to me before. So you have to take responsibility, do you not?"

Her hand traveled up my thigh and stopped.

"This... is this even possible?"

Her eyes widened. For a moment the carefully maintained composure slipped, she stared at what her fingers had found and the words came out unsteady.

"Your Highness... you must not give in to something so vulgar... please stop."

My cock, untouched by a woman for far too long, thickened further, the blood rushing in until it strained hard against the fabric.

"No. Gilmon is not vulgar."

Her voice trembled.

"It is bigger than I imagined. Then... the bigger it is, the better it feels, right?"

The calm she had worn earlier vanished. She slipped from the chair and knelt in front of me, fingers working my zipper down.

The motion held none of the dignity a Princess should possess, she was truly acting like a slut.

"Amazing... this is it. This is what was missing... the emptiness that would not go away... haaa... I wanted to be filled with this..."

She spoke in a low, almost dazed murmur, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, as though the words left her without thought.

"Stop this, n—"

She closed her hand around my dick that had sprung free and took it straight into her mouth.

In this iteration she was a virgin.

A girl who had never known a man’s touch now gripped my thick, heavy cock without the slightest hesitation and tried to swallow it.

No ordinary reaction could explain it. The noble Princess had fallen straight into the role of a complete slut.

"Guck..."

I had refused every offer from Sophie—handjobs, oral, all of it—yet every wall crumbled in an instant.

The Princess’s mouth was hot and slick. She worked me deeper until the head pressed into her throat with practiced ease she should not have possessed.

"Sluurp... this... this is it... gluck..."

A girl who had never even held a man’s hand now performed irrumatio, the kind of deep, forceful throat work that would challenge even a seasoned prostitute, and she did it without pause.

Tears streaked her cheeks while wet, rhythmic sounds of "goouk, goouk" filled the air as she forced the thick glans past the resistance of her throat.

"Haa, haa... this is it... my body remembers, Gilmon... a huge cock is the best..."

Her once-neat features twisted into something messy and desperate. Her hollowed cheeks and the soft column of her neck pulled tight with every filthy, wet sound.

"gouuk... shlurp... ha... chureup... chwip..."

A deeper gag rose from the back of her throat as she pushed herself too far.

She pulled back, tongue out, thick strands of saliva dripping from her lips.

She seemed not to understand what she was doing, her flushed face stayed fixed on the saliva-slick cock as both hands wrapped around it.

"Cock... Gilmon’s cock... I want to clean it..."

"Khkk... P-Princess, please..."

"Sluurp! Shush up!"

I could no longer hold back.

The long stretch without a woman’s touch left me unable to form proper words as the climax crashed over me.

"Splurtt! Splurt!"

Thick ropes of semen forced bubbles from her nose.

At the last second I shoved her carefully styled head aside so the bulk of it would not land inside her mouth.

Whether from the sudden push or the force of the climax itself, her eyes rolled and her body shuddered.

"Shit."

I yanked my pants up and ran, searching with every scrap of speed I still had for the place where the Princess had hidden Phonia.

"Phonia, wake up!"

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