First Night
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In a distant land, unlike Earth, there existed a litRPG World with two nations: the Blue Box Nation and the Red Box Nation. This is not a story about war; the Blue Box Nation has already suffered defeat, with its land reduced under the rule of the tyrant King James von Syahrar, known as The Red Draculae, the last king of the Red Nation.
Inside his bedroom, his prize awaited him. Scheherazade Lily, the fourth princess of the Blue Box Nation, knew that tonight, he would indulge in her body. Like those who had fallen before her, she would succumb to pleasure and become his personal sex slave. Clad only in a delicate negligee, her enticing figure ignited a desire within him.
"Muahahaha! Before we begin, allow me to introduce myself. I am James Syahrar, the tyrant king. I believe you can guess what comes next," pompously declared James as he sat beside the restrained girl.
"No... Please, forgive me! Don't do this," the girl whimpered, struggling to hold back her tears. She desperately sought a way out of this predicament, fully aware that once she succumbed to pleasure, she would become like the countless slaves who had fallen under the ruthless reign of the tyrant king.
"Hahaha! When I administer this potion into your mouth, you will lose all reason and become an obedient dog in heat, yearning only for me. Shall I force it upon you, or will you accept your fate willingly?" James sneered as he held the glass bottle while observing the pitiful state of the princess. Bound by his magic, she was defenseless, unable to resist, and soon to be entirely under his control.
"W-w-wait just a moment. Before I drink it, I wanted to tell you something," she stammered, desperately trying to come up with a diversion. And so, the story began.
"Hmm? Do you wish to utter some final words? Very well, speak now while you still can. I shall grant you the privilege of a final breath," James replied, intrigued by her sudden request.
"Have you ever heard the tale of loaned boobies?" Lily pulled absurd bullshit from her head, hoping to buy herself some time.
"Hm? No, I haven't. Pray, do tell me," James said, taking a seat on the bed beside her while putting his potion inside his [Item Box]. His curiosity had been piqued. Her nonsense had managed to capture his interest.
Lily proceeded to weave her story. While this sentence looked like she told him eloquently, she was grasping at straws, trying to entertain him long enough to find a means of escape from the terrifying mind-controlling potion.
"Did you know that long ago, human females had no breasts?"
"Huh? Is that so?" Syahrar indulged in her storytelling. He knew it was pure fabrication, but it provided a brief diversion before the main event of corrupting her body.
"A long time ago, the first human male and female, named Adam and Eve, were created by God and married. When they had children, they faced difficulties in feeding their young, as there was no suitable food for infants. So, they pleaded with God for help.
"God listened to their plea and ordered an angel to craft mammary glands for both Adam and Eve, one for each of them." James Syahrar smirked at the absurdity of the story and encouraged her to continue.
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"And then?" he inquired.
"When the angel arrived, Adam was out working in the fields while Eve tended to their babies," Lily explained, her voice filled with a mix of confidence and nervousness.
"'Where is Adam?' the angel asked Eve."
"'He is working right now, Mr. Angel,' "Eve replied.
"'Ugh, this is bad. I have important meetings in a few hours. What should I do with the leftover breast?' "Lily smiled, raising her index finger as she recounted the story. However, deep inside, she was sweating.
The story would reach its end in a few minutes. The angel will then attach two breasts, both on the female; thus, the male, who got none of the breasts, will envy the female breasts. And then the male will forever yearn for female boobs. That's the morale of the story. But if the story is over, then that means her chastity will be over as well. She needed to extend the story. Once it concluded, her innocence would also come to an end. She needed to prolong the story, to buy herself more time.
"Then the angel attached two boobs to the female. "Ahh❤" Eve moaned as the hentai angel attached the boobs and checked for their consistency…. you know…. the boing boing." Lily said while holding her breast in an exaggerated manner. This earned a chuckle from James.
"Then, after the angel left, Adam returned home and found the marvelous melons attached to his wife. He moaned in agony as he lacked one himself. And so is the story of the loaned boobs, and then after a millennium of years, it has been used as a defense for lawyers against rape and sexual harassment. Such is the case of Mr. Smith. Did you know the tale of Mr. Smith, the rapist?" Lily desperately connected her story to some other bullshit she concocted on the spot.
"No, there is no notable rapist called Mr. Smith either here on Red Nation or in neighboring nations as far as Magivision showed," James replied indifferently. He was a tyrant but a capable king with loads of skills and stat points backing it up. However, his interest was piqued again, and the thought of raping her went to the back shelves of his mind.
"This story is purely fiction, Milord," Lily forced a strained smile as she attempted to continue with her fabricated narrative. However, their conversation was interrupted by an alarm.
"Alright, bye-bye," James said dismissively as he left the room, responding to a ringing magiphone. He immediately hurried outside, abruptly leaving Lily to her own devices. In a matter of moments, she went from the brink of being subjected to a heinous act to being completely abandoned. Though she felt annoyed by his uncaring attitude, a part of her still welcomed the sudden freedom and independence.
After some time, reality settled in, and Lily let out a sigh of relief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she silently sobbed, realizing that this was no longer her home. She was now a captive within enemy territory. How would she survive in this predicament? Among her people, she was known as a powerless princess, viewed as indolent and slothful, with no interest in leveling like others who found it enjoyable.
She gazed out of the window, fixating on the stars. The golden cage she now found herself in was just as luxurious as the one she had back home, but now she had to find a way to endure. Exhaustion weighed on her, and her eyelids grew heavy as she succumbed to sleep. An hour later, Syahrar returned to his bedroom to find the princess slumbering indolently, seemingly without a care in the world.
"And here I was, waiting for the story to continue," he sighed. "Damn bureaucrats and their reckless indulgences. Now that we have noble girls getting pregnant, what are they going to do?"
His complaint went unheard by anyone. Typically, when an unmarried woman occupied one's bed, it was customary to move to the sofa or even sleep on the floor. However, James was not one to adhere to such norms. He simply lay down beside her and fell asleep as he usually did. He shifted his gaze towards her and tilted his head confused.
To his surprise, his [Appraisal] skill failed to provide him with her status sheet. This usually occurred when he encountered potential assassins. However, his [Danger Perception] ability also registered nothing, indicating that she posed no threat. Furthermore, based on his exceptional [Perception] stats and experience in gauging an enemy's strength, it was evident that she was below level ten. Consequently, there was nothing she could do to harm him, considering he himself was over level five hundred.
Nevertheless, he drifted off to sleep, confident that his [Danger Perception] would alert him to any suspicious behavior.
And so, the first night of Lily's nights passed by.