I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 12

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Seemingly pleased with her meek reply, he began pistoning into her with rapid, brutal thrusts. It was as if he had already mapped her body completely, unerringly striking every single one of her sensitive spots—like a beast with an instinct for finding its prey’s weakness. Resisting this cunning, tenacious man was impossible. And Kallist, arrogant as ever, knew that better than anyone.

“Ngh, uhk!”

A pleasure that rivaled the pain shot through her body, unavoidable and all-consuming. Her senses were so overloaded she couldn’t even muster a moan. Tears and her own slick fluids leaked out like water from a broken faucet. Collapsed onto the bed, I could only lie prone and offer my rear to him like a dog. He forced apart my reddened, abused b******s and drove his club-like c**k into me without respite. With each savage thrust, thick globs of c*m splattered onto the sheets. He’d come so many times, I’d lost count.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump! As the relentless pounding continued, my vision began to blur. Reaching climax felt like an impossible task. My limbs were leaden; I literally couldn’t move a finger. Welcoming the wave of exhaustion, I closed my flickering eyes and surrendered to the encroaching darkness.

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“Ugh…”

The moment I opened my eyes, a muscle ache that felt like my entire body was screaming greeted me. It wasn’t just my privates that throbbed; every inch of me did. A hoarse voice, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, escaped my lips. Even my lips and tongue were swollen, making it painful to swallow.

Every time I shifted, I could feel a sticky, gushing fluid from between my legs, bringing back the intoxicating sensations of the previous night.

‘Has Kallist left?’

I turned my head from side to side, but he was nowhere beside me. A glance at the clock told me it was long past noon.

And on my dining table, as always, was the food Zeke had brought. Which meant—

‘Zeke must have seen me like this.’

Even though the covers hid my naked body, the torn clothes and the disheveled bed were more than enough evidence of what had transpired last night. Besides, he must have heard my moans and the sound of skin against skin all night long; there was no way he didn’t know what had happened. I could easily imagine the state Kallist must have been in when he left the castle.

I went into the bathroom connected to the bedroom and washed my body with water that had cooled to room temperature. Soaking in warm water would have probably eased my muscle aches, but it was out of the question. S***n was already flowing endlessly from between my legs, making the idea of getting into a tub unthinkable. Crouching down, I reached inside myself and scooped out the clumped seed, then returned to the bedroom.

“…Huh?”

Even though I hadn’t asked, the bedsheets had been changed in my absence. I buried my face in the comforter, which smelled clean, like fresh sunshine, and tried to go back to sleep. The clothes and blankets were soft and fluffy, and it felt nice.

“Dinner is served.”

“Yes. Just leave it there and I’ll eat.”

Zeke treated me as if nothing had happened last night, and I did the same. His eyes showed not even a hint of sympathy, let alone curiosity. His role was simply to confirm that I was safely maintaining my position and to deliver meals. He seemed to have absolutely no interest in anything beyond that.

For just a brief moment, his gaze lingered on the bite marks Kallist had left behind.

But even that was more of a “checking” kind of look. It was obvious who would receive a report about what he had confirmed. The Emperor—Zeke’s superior and Kallist’s father.

However, the Emperor wouldn’t hold Kallist accountable for any crime. Even if the Crown Prince had violated the princess held as a hostage, it would be ambiguous to consider that a crime. The Emperor’s only concern would be whether I would bear the Crown Prince’s child—that would be all.

Fortunately, I don’t need to worry about pregnancy. This is also thanks to the medicine the priests of Kinamun had made me take in advance. It was a measure to protect the princess’s body and prevent Roang’s bloodline from spreading carelessly. Sylvia could only become pregnant after taking a specific herb for an extended period. Even though she knew what that herb was, she never took it until the end of the original story.

The dinner Zeke brought was twice the usual amount. It seemed like he had combined all the food I should have eaten for breakfast and lunch. When I filled my mouth with the still-warm tomato soup, I suddenly felt ravenous. I hadn’t realized it, but I must have been quite hungry. I devoured the tender cooked meat, soup, bread, and fruit all at once where I sat. Perhaps because glucose was reaching my brain, my eyes brightened and my mind cleared.

‘I’m going to keep living as Sylvia like this, aren’t I?’