Even If It Means to Break - Chapter 26 - 6. Broken, and Broken Again

Hill trembled violently, shaking her head in refusal—but at his threatening reminder of her promise to obey, she stilled, wilting like a trampled flower.

The man smiled coldly and ordered her to suck him again. Like an obedient slave, she knelt between his legs.

Just then, from the cage being carried out through the opposite door, Raban’s voice—slurred and broken—drifted over.

“Do…n’t… Ju… st… me, die, Hi …”

Don’t. Just let me die, Hill.

The desperate plea—telling her not to be violated for his sake—faded into silence as the cage was taken away. Now only she and the man remained in the hall.

“Now begin, Hill.”

With eyes lowered, Hill took him back into her mouth.

In the flickering torchlight of the hall, Hill lowered her eyes and took the man into her mouth and began her ‘service’.

6. Broken, and Broken Again

Time continued to pass, even after Hill submitted to the man without resistance.
About fifteen days later, she was finally allowed to see her father again.

When they were reunited, her father’s head was badly caved in at the back. The sharp light had vanished from his eyes, and he could barely speak.

Hill threw her arms around him as he stumbled over her name, and she wept until it felt as though every last drop of water had drained from her body.

As if testing her, the man demanded oral and m**********n. Hill did everything he ordered, right there in front of her father, who sat twitching his broken wrists as if it were a childish game.

“You’ve finally become obedient, Hill.”

The man withdrew himself from her throat, smiling in satisfaction. Like one praising a dog, he gently patted her head.

“If you keep behaving, I’ll let you see your father once a week.”

“Th-thank you… for your mercy”

“You don’t need to be so polite with me.”

The man whispered as he pressed a kiss beneath her ear.

“I liked Hill best back when you didn’t even know how to speak politely to a prince.”

“….”

“No one ever treated me as the king’s son. Only you called me ‘Prince,’ every single time—using casual speech, no less.”

Hill couldn’t bring herself to keep looking at his face as he lingered over those memories. She lowered her eyes, as if overwhelmed by the honor.

“Hill. My lovely Hill.”

Thick, bronze-colored fingers rubbed slowly over her cheek.

“Call me ‘Prince.’”

Though the touch was gentle, affectionate even, it made her skin crawl as if something vile had brushed against her. Hill swallowed again and again, but no sound came out.

Every time she tried to form the word, her throat seized up and her voice scattered.

“How could I dare, when you are already King…?”

When she forced out the excuse in a tone halfway to flattery, the man’s red eyes narrowed. His gaze seemed to pierce straight through her, sending a dull ache through her chest.

A bad premonition skimmed her skin like a heat haze, and her heart pounded. She tightened her lower abdomen, desperately trying to force the word ‘prince’ out.

“Well… I suppose you’re right.”

At that moment, the hand that had been caressing her cheek slid down to the nape of her neck.

“A throne gained by devouring five siblings, and even one’s own father. The only good memory I have of my days as a prince is Hill.”

Before she realized it, his muscular arm wrapped around her lower belly. Thick fingers pushed between her thighs.

“Still, now that I can keep you so close, being king is a hundred times better.”

“Hngh…”

Hill arched back, a low moan slipping out. Her oversensitive flesh—made so by servicing him and touching herself—closed eagerly around his fingers, like it had been waiting for them.

The man let out a quiet chuckle as he glanced at Raban, who still sat on the floor, drooling and twitching like a fool. He lifted Hill’s skirts completely, forced her down on all fours like an animal, and entered her from behind.

“Ah—!”

Her body, trained by aphrodisiacs and pleasure, burned with heat. With her crippled father beside her, Hill rocked her hips. The man gripped her full b*****s, pressing down hard on her n*****s as he thrust upward. Clear fluid trickled down from where their bodies met.

“Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve taken you directly in front of Father-in-law.”

“Hah, ah—!”

“Go on, cry more, Hill. Your father is watching our coupling for the very first time, isn’t he?”

Even as disgust and humiliation churned inside her, that very shame only intensified her arousal. With reddened eyes, Hill kept moving her hips.

Her father giggled, drool spilling from his mouth, clapping his hands like a child. The sound wiped her mind blank, and the rush of climax surged up all at once.

“Hh—!”

As she tensed her thighs and hunched her shoulders, the man drove shallow, rapid thrusts into her. Hill screamed hoarsely, her face twisted. She felt his seed spill inside her.

As she gasped for breath in the midst of that murky, forbidden sensation, the man rubbed her soaked hair below and whispered,

“How does it feel, Hill, taking my seed in front of your father?”

“Hah… hah…”

“If you bear a grandson, I’m sure your father-in-law will be delighted.”

“Hngh…”

Even as she panted for air, Hill burst into hysterical laughter inside her head.

A grandson? Me, pregnant with your child? Don’t say something so revolting. You think I’d ever carry the child of a madman like you?

Not long after the first time he r***d her, she had stabbed herself inside with a long rod until she bled. Even that hadn’t been enough to reassure her, so she swallowed medicines meant to destroy the womb itself.

Since then, she’d been forced to lie with him hundreds of times, and yet no child had taken root.

It seemed things had gone exactly as she wished. Thank goodness.