Chapter 23
IV. The Training Room
“Ah…!”
Delonas was thrown down in the middle of a dark room.
The only illumination came from a few flickering candles.
But the illusion that the room was vast was likely due to the enormous mirror placed before her.
Before Delonas could even grasp the situation, she was forced to sit on a low stool placed in front of the mirror.
It was something of a low step-height, barely worthy of being called a chair.
And as she perched her bottom there, one of the head priests spread her legs wide open.
“This is in the way.”
He simply undid the ribbon that had been tying her dress.
Then, after binding her wrists behind her back, he used the same ribbon to tie her neck.
In short, if she pulled her body back or moved her arms violently, she would end up strangling herself.
“This is…!”
Fortunately, her legs weren’t bound, so Delonas instinctively brought her knees together.
But soon, the priests’ hands pried her knees apart again.
And the door opened as another priest entered.
The badge on his chest indicated he was a head priest.
Through the crack where the head priest left the door slightly ajar, not fully closed, light from outside seeped in.
“Can’t even control your own body, so you end up in the training room, I see.”
Tsk, clicked the head priest, as if to say, ‘Are all of Beakin’s imperial family like this?’
“Having lived as a princess, you must have been served, but you can’t even pour a proper cup of tea… Ah.”
Then, he raised the corner of his mouth in a sneer.
“Or perhaps you only received service down there, is that why your hip movements were so skilled?”
“What kind of…!”
She wanted to argue that it was ridiculous, absurd mockery.
But the next moment, what came to mind was…
‘Hh, ah, aahng!’
…the memory of shaking her hips as if in heat, receiving the touch of a man.
Did I…?
She couldn’t believe it.
She couldn’t believe it had actually happened.
Hadn’t cleaning been the only thing she did?
‘Shall we help you, Princess?’
‘Hhaaang!’
The memory of being surrounded by men, violated, and screaming pierced her mind, and her movements froze.
“Thinking about which knight took good care of you down there?”
The head priest crouched down beside her.
He looked between her spread thighs and said,
“Whoever you’re thinking of, you’re already wet.”
That couldn’t be.
A shocked Delonas looked at the mirror.
It was a fundamentally dark room, despite a few candles.
It wasn’t bright enough to tell if the area covered by her emerald-green bush was wet or not.
But listening to the head priest’s words, it did feel like she might be wet.
Even though it was impossible.
Just as she kept shaking her head…
“The knights who’d poke you down there are probably all dead and gone now. Who knows if lowly priests like us can be any consolation.”
The priest, speaking in a twisted voice, lightly struck the back of her hand with something he was now holding.
The object she was seeing for the first time was a leather paddle.
“If it’s no consolation, then so be it. You’ll just have to learn how to endure.”
He swept the wide part of the paddle along the inside of Delonas’s thigh.
Then.
—Smack!
He struck the inside.
It wasn’t a blow hard enough to be painful.
“!”
Nevertheless, Delonas’s body flinched at the sound.
“Right, startling this easily. No wonder you made a mistake in front of His Highness.”
Tsk, clicked the head priest, tapping the very edge of her b****t with the tip of the paddle.
“I heard you shook your chest in front of His Highness to seduce him. Is that right?”
“No…!”
Delonas could answer that statement definitively.
No.
Wasn’t it the side that gave her this kind of clothing that was wrong in the first place?
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