I’m a Hostage Princess, But My Confinement Is Way Too Cozy - Chapter 34

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But that wasn’t the only strange thing. Kallist, who had always treated me as nothing but a hole, would usually just wipe himself off and leave the bedroom after s*x. But yesterday, he held me, perfectly still, until dawn. He didn’t even put it in.

He kept me trapped in his embrace, tangling our legs together, sometimes teasing my spine with his fingers, other times softly stroking the back of my head. Since I was only ever used to having my hair pulled, I just couldn’t get used to it. I wished he would just act like his usual self and let me live my life as before.

Then again, in the original story, Kallist was the first to regret his actions, desperately trying to restore Sylvia, who had become an empty doll. But the timing now was far too early. Of course, his mouth was still filthy, and when he held me, he was still sadistic. But then he’d act all embarrassingly lovey-dovey less than five minutes after s*x, which was even more confusing.

If I were the real Sylvia, I’d probably be creeped out. No one thinks a psycho who’s done ten crazy things has become normal just because he acts nice once. You’d start to suspect what he’s planning, what madness he’ll commit next. You might even tremble in fear, not knowing when he’ll snap and do something insane.

Well, I’m expecting it, though. I sincerely hope he properly lulls me into a false sense of security before acting even more like a lunatic.

Contrary to my wishes, the next day was even more absurd. As if feeding me delicious food wasn’t enough, he brought in the fur of some animal he’d hunted and spread it all over my bed. My pristine white bed was defiled with the mottled fur of a beast. The fact that I couldn’t even tell him to clean it up made it all the more frustrating.

‘Cover yourself.’

‘……Pardon?’

‘Your body is disgustingly cold for someone who’s supposed to carry my child. So cover up.’

‘Ah…….’

‘I hunted all these animals myself. This bear, I ripped its jaw apart with my bare hands, without using a single weapon.’

‘I see… you did.’

I didn’t ask, and I’m not curious. And I’m not pregnant yet; besides, it’s summer. If there were an Olympics for jumping to conclusions, Kallist would win the gold medal.

I thought his whole pregnancy spiel was just to humiliate the princess of a fallen kingdom, but it seems he’s genuinely serious. Has this lunatic gotten heatstroke? It’s not even that hot yet.

Still, the furs he brought… they did help during s*x. My knees always ached from scraping against the carpet on the floor, but it was better on the soft, plush pelts. Even if they were ruined and rendered unusable within a day, soiled with s***n and slick.

Today, after driving me to my absolute limit, he stopped just before I lost consciousness and laid me on top of him. His body was hard and uneven, uncomfortable to lie on. If he was going to let me rest, I wish he’d just put me on the bed; I don’t understand why he does this.

“Princess.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“If you get pregnant, you will be completely mine.”

“……Pardon?”

“You will no longer be a mere hostage from the Kingdom of Roang, but the official consort of the Crown Prince of the Valencha Empire, of me, Kallist.”

“……”

Well, seeing as he’s still so good at talking s**t, I guess he hasn’t gone completely insane.

He held me for a long while, as if waiting for my answer, then brought his large hand down in a sharp smack on my b*****k.

“Answer me.”

It was my backside that was struck, but my vision swam. It wasn’t from pain, but from excitement at the novel sensation. If Kallist had hit me in earnest, I’d be gasping for air and writhing on the floor by now. This was little more than a tease to heighten s****l arousal.

He spread my b******s apart and drove his rigid c**k to the hilt into the hole from which white fluid dripped.

“Guhk-!”

Having paused for a moment, my sensitivity was excessively heightened. My inner walls, which had already climaxed multiple times, trembled and convulsed. It felt like I was about to come again even with just a few thrusts. He laughed, a deep, throaty sound, as if he had known this would happen, and powerfully lifted his hips.

The lewd, squelching sounds of him pounding my sodden depths filled the air. He kneaded my b******s as if trying to tear them, driving his c**k mercilessly between them. Mmph… A pleasurable moan escaped my throat almost of its own accord. As if he disliked the sound, he spanked my a*s again. A sharp, tingling pleasure shot up my spine.

“You should be saying ‘thank you’. Is it just not enough?”

Even though I knew he was demanding a response, I deliberately clenched my teeth and refused to give him the answer he wanted. Because only then would—

Smack!

“Guhk!”

—he would hit me again.

The sensation of his club-like c**k plunging in and out between my stinging b******s was dizzying. I kept my mouth shut until the very end, never giving him the response he craved.