I stumbled back to my chambers. I locked the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
The dried semen on my clothes and skin itched, the pain in my cock a sharp reminder of the master's kick. I felt dirty, weak, humiliated… and more aroused than ever.
I stripped off my clothes with trembling hands and collapsed onto the bed. The bedroom ceiling spun.
The image wouldn't leave me: the master laughing, his thick cock hanging in front of my face, his words: "I'll have them all under my cock… and you'll only watch, useless prince."
I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. My hand moved on its own.
I masturbated slowly at first, reliving how I had knelt, how I had touched his thickness, how I had cum without control. But soon the image shifted: I saw my mother, Queen Lilia, kneeling in my place.
Her platinum blonde hair falling over her shoulders, her white robe open, large breasts trembling as he grabbed her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth.
I came quickly, hot spurts splashing across my stomach. But it wasn't enough. Guilt hit me hard—she was my mother, the woman who raised me, the queen who ruled with maternal authority—but the arousal came back stronger. I touched myself again.
This time I imagined the master beating her: his bare foot in her face, just like he had done to me, calling her "royal whore," forcing her to moan as he fucked her on the dead king's bed. She screamed in pleasure and pain, but her eyes searched for me, saying "This is for you, son… so you can become strong."
I came again, harder, semen splattering the sheets. I panted, sweating, heart pounding like crazy. I wiped myself with the dirty tunic and kept going.
Third time: I imagined him whipping her with his belt, calling her "widowed slut," penetrating her from behind while she cried and moaned "Harder, master!" I watched from the door, masturbating, feeling my qi grow with every blow she took.
Fourth time: the scene repeated, but now he had her on her knees, slapping her large breasts, forcing her to say "I'm the plebeian's whore, my son is useless." I came watching her break in pleasure, but her gaze remained fixed on me, full of love.
I lay exhausted on the bed, semen everywhere, body shaking.
Guilt choked me: how could I fantasize about that? About my mother being treated like a whore by the same man who had humiliated me? But the pleasure was stronger. I couldn't stop.
The system suddenly vibrated, a soft blue light filling the room:
[Main mission 1 completed: Release the master and do not punish him for injuring you. Extreme voluntary humiliation detected (comparison, physical and verbal submission, forced orgasm). Reward delivered.]
[Breakthrough to Master Realm confirmed!]
[Internal qi refined. Physical strength +150%, speed +120%, lifespan extended.]
[Bonus for extreme humiliation: +120% additional cultivation.]
[Skill "Oath of Humiliating Protection" advances to Level 2: Linked women now feel additional pleasure when they know you are watching or suffering for them. Their emotional loyalty is reinforced x2.]
[New mission available: Choose a woman to deliver to your master and confess your fetishes to her.]
[Reward: New skill.]
[Failure: Permanently incapacitated.]
"Seriously?" I muttered in a hoarse voice.
I stayed lying down, not caring about the semen on the bed, and kept thinking about my mother like that—thinking she was the easiest to deliver, but how could I convince a queen to stoop to such a level? Just as I was thinking about it, someone knocked on the door and opened it.
I saw a beautiful red-haired young woman, slender with small but perfectly shaped breasts and ass. It was my fiancée, the duke's daughter: Lady Aiz.
"Aiz, I didn't think you'd arrive so soon," I said, sitting up in bed, trying to cover myself with the stained sheet.
She entered without hesitation, closed the door, and ran to me. She hugged me warmly, her slender body pressing against mine. I felt her warmth, her floral perfume, her small breasts pressing against my bare chest.
Right after the hug, she punched me hard in the abdomen.
"My husband won't be weak," she said in a firm but concerned voice. "So you have to train much harder for when we're together. I was worried about you."
Aiz hugged me tenderly again, her red hair falling over my shoulder, her warm breath on my neck.
Right at that moment, a system notification sounded, clear and cold:
[Mission updated: Confess your feelings to Aiz and deliver her to your master.]
My heart stopped for a second. Aiz kept hugging me, oblivious, rubbing her back against mine as if nothing had happened.
"Allen…" she whispered, using my name with that childhood familiarity. "Are you okay? You look pale and… different."
I stayed silent, thinking about how to confess and explain everything to her.
We were just childhood friends, training companions since we were little, engaged for political reasons.
How could I tell her I had a fetish that was not easy to admit? That I wanted to see her humiliated, taken by another, while I watched and gained power. That the master had already ordered me to deliver her.
"Come in, Aiz. Sit down," I said, pointing to the chair next to the bed, trying to sound calm while my mind spun.
She sat, crossing her slender legs, her fitted dress highlighting her subtle curves. She looked at me with worried, affectionate eyes.
"Tell me what's wrong. You seem… lost since you woke up."
I swallowed hard. The system kept flashing in my vision:
[Time remaining for delivery: 8 hours. Failure = Permanently incapacitated.]
I couldn't tell her the truth. Not yet. But the mission was pressing. And my cock, treacherous as always, was starting to harden again just imagining her kneeling in front of the master.