Thank You For Being Trash

“Consider it a blessing for you to be my personal maid.”

He uttered to me with a glass of wine.

Every time he moved his hand, the blood-colored liquid that gushed out barely managed to overflow, flowing down the wall of the wine glass. Distria slowly approached me with a glass of wine.

He then smiled softly as he gently ruffled my hair to my ear with his free hand.

“King of Sorano. I am still alive. Until I see it with my own eyes, the destruction of Sorano…”

Distria covered my mouth with one hand. The unfinished words vanished from the air. He couldn't hide his anger and stared at me. I felt ecstatic at his wretched primal emotions. He slowly poured the wine he was holding onto me.

As the cold red liquid ran down my body, the cold sensation of the liquid gave me goosebumps.

“Looks wet with blood.”

He sneered before taking off the clothes I was wearing and ran his tongue over my body, following the liquid that had flowed out.

When the hot tongue grazed my cold body, a feeling of heat erupted. I grabbed Distria's dark hair and tried to stop him from going down. It was a meaningless rebellion, a meaningless act, and I expected his next action.

As he scans my body along with the wine, he abruptly stops.

“Is this the trace of that escort knight?”

Saying so, he pointed to a red mark that had not yet softened.

The act that night was close to violence. I rejected him desperately, and he followed me tenaciously.

Distria questioned me, saying things like when a lover would be jealous. At that next moment, he inserted it right away without foreplay and drove me like a runaway locomotive. It was an act of a beast. He embroidered teeth marks and flowers all over my body.

“How was he? Was he good? Did you cry while lying on the floor?”

“….”

I bit my lip and turned my head as if a moan would leak out. Then, while he was doing his pistoning, Distria stopped and started to laugh like a madman. He stopped laughing and gazed at me with an even more cruel expression.

As I avoided his gaze, he grabbed my chin and forced my gaze.

“I asked. You have to answer.”

“….”

His finger entered my mouth. It ran through my teeth and stroked my tongue, before pressing down on my soft cheeks. As a result, Distria's fingers became wet with my saliva. Still, his gaze was still fixed on that red mark.

I was impatient as he continued to not move his body, not understanding his words and actions that were close to jealousy.

He twisted his back a little as I played a painful expression and let out a sigh of light excitement. The next moment, he grabbed my pelvis and began to gently turn my back.

—Squelch, squeelch.

The bottom, which had become wet, made a sultry sound every time he moved.

Distria smirked as though his anger had subsided a little.

“If your body is so honest, why can’t your mouth be honest?”

I didn't say anything. I didn’t let out a single moan or a breath.

At that, Distria, who was tenaciously pushing me inside, stopped moving and raised his arm.

—Slap…!

His large hand slapped my cheek. It was such a pain in the mouth—One, two, three times in a row. Even so, Distria burst into laughter at the sight of me not even screaming.

"Haha! Ha, ha…”

Taking his thing from inside me, he then put on the robe lying on the bed and walked out of the room.

“Gaasp—!”

Distria disappeared from the room, and after holding it for quite some time, I was able to let out a rough breath of excitement. His movements, facial expressions, everything was ecstatic for me… even that big hand that slapped my cheek.

[ Distria ordered Arne to deliver the document to Raphael and obtain an autograph. She was still wearing a silk dress. Still, she walked out of the Emperor's bedroom with the document.

Raphael, as Distria's cherished and trusted foreign minister, had a private office near his bedroom, as if proving that.

Arne blushed with shame as the attendants around her scanned her body as she passed by. Nonetheless, she walked with her back straight. Whatever the circumstances, she had to be confident, and she had to not lose her dignity under coercion. A king had to do that.

—Knock, knock.

Arne entered the office and handed the papers to Raphael.

He looked at Arne once with pure admiration for still being confident and not losing her dignity. She had an appearance that could be said to be beautiful even for other countries. Her breasts and buttocks, visible beyond the silk dress, were perfect.

Feeling his own thing raising its head. He shook his head while thinking about putting his c*ck inside Arne and making her cry.

Raphael knew Distria’s nature and trusted his senses. No matter how much he cherished him, he would have a hard time evading that immunity if he touched Distria’s toy.

“This is something His Majesty wanted to deliver. Sit at the desk and spread your legs.”

Arne's expression hardened. She was shocked by Raphael's words and was unable to move for a while. From the time she was born as a princess to the time she became king, she had never heard such vulgar words to her face.

Even though she heard rumors that there are young people who share obscene rumors by looking at Arne's appearance and body from behind, it was the first time to say something outright in front of her like this.

Arne became aware of her own position. The fact that Sorano, who seemed to be eternally splendid, was destroyed and she became a slave. In addition, because of her… She opened the door herself. Being conceited against the Empire.

Nevertheless, Arne could not readily admit the fall of her kingdom. She murmured towards Raphael as if turning away.

"You… Aren’t you afraid of the repercussions after saying this?”

“Sadly. I'm more afraid of an emperor who punishes people for not obeying orders than words that don't have substance."

Raphael lightly hugged Arne and put her on his desk.

Arne, who was suddenly alert, struggled and refused his touch. He sighed in excitement. He was very excited that he, of lowly status, could slander her, who was a noble birth.

He took off his robe, tied Arne's arms and spread her legs. Between the gaping legs, he inserted a pen into the petals.

One, two Raphael concentrated on increasing the number of the pens until it was dense…

“….!”

It took Arne a long time to comprehend in her head what was going on. She let out a silent scream. She didn't know what it was like to lose a country, to lose its protection, to lose power. She didn't know how far her position had fallen.

When her arms were sore and her spread legs trembled, Raphael finished the work and counted the number of pens on Arne's navel.

“If even a pen disappears, the Emperor will not let you go… Also, your escort knight.”

Before continuing, ‘If you understand, go,’ before smiling. ]

I bought Distria's anger in a different way from the original.

After that, it was just like the original. Raphael forced my legs apart and the pen was put in. However, unlike Arne, who sincerely refused, I got a little excited about this act.

Contrary to my calm rationality, the body, which was arbitrarily excited, spewed liquid. The pen that Raphael put in slid out again due to the liquid. Unlike Arne, which was densely filled due to the stiff inside, I couldn't swallow the pen inside.

Raphael gave a troubled expression and stabbed me inside with a pen. He deliberately touched the soft flesh inside.

As his lips rose in an arc, the pen pierced my cl*toris.

“Huft…!”

A faint moan and a twitching body reaction as he kept stabbing my cl*toris.

Under the continuous stimulation, the liquid poured out little by little. Raphael grinned at the wet, shiny secret place. No matter how bad I tried, my body was honest, and I couldn't help it because I was a pervert.

When I turned my head and bit my lip, he dropped the pen that was penetrating me inside.

“You are more lewd than you looked?”

Uttering so, he loosened his belt.

I took a breath, looking forward to the next action.

His p*nis protruding from his pants was huge. It was nice to swap bodies with the heroine of this world. I praised myself.

Soon, Raphael's p*nis was lodged underneath. It was the first time I had received a man in a state of excitement, so I almost burst out with moans. His movement shook the desk and the books on the bookshelf fell.

Because my arms were tied behind my back, making it difficult for me to support myself, my head kept pounding against the wall.

“Heup—Do you think it’s okay to do this?"

“Hahh… You've already done it with the Emperor. What's the matter?”

He smiled brightly.

Raphael rested his head on my chest and wrapped one hand around my waist. His breath brushed my shoulder… His breath, wet with desire, tickled my ear.

A gurgling sound, matched to the stroke of his thrusting, filled the room.

“…I don't feel good looking at you. Look at how tight it is. I’m going crazy."

Spitting out obscene words, he speeded up.

I swayed limply with every move he made. In the original story, Raphael continued to say vulgar things to Arne. He liked to see Arne blushing in shame.

He grew up in a back alley because he was originally of lowly status, so he used obscene words and swear words that nobles did not. For fear that it might become a weakness to other nobles, he maintained a cool and business-like attitude, though only showing his true form to Arne.

Of course, Arne hated it so much that her teeth trembled.

The excitement that came from the strange words in my ears and the tactile stimulation that stabbed me below was dizzying. Raphael pulled out his member and stared down at the dampened floor. I felt as though I was going to lose my mind because of his hot body and his blatant gaze.

“What makes you feel so good?”

Asking that, he smiled mischievously. Raphael made eye contact with me and pressed his hand to the inside of the v*gina, and pierced it. An unbearable moan flowed out of my mouth as he pressed the dizzying sensation inside my crevice.

“Haht, haang…!”

Raphael began to caress the secret place, gently scratching and pounding with his finger.

My body shivered and honestly responded to the stimulus he was giving. Tears seemed to come out of the delicious pleasure. I wanted to c*m. My chapped lips were torn and bleeding.

Raphael, biting my n*pples, caressed the bottom with his hands endlessly.

“Do you think you’re going crazy with excitement? Ask me, for my c*ck.”

—Yes. Please… C*ck.

“…Huhk…St—stop, no…”

The words my reason had filtered out leaked out of my mouth. There was a slender voice that sounded like excitement and tears mixed in. Then, he let out a long sigh mixed with desire.

Raphael liked to see Arne weeping under him.

I trembled and shed tears to provoke him further. My gaze was fixed upwards, and I breathed in as if trying not to cry. Seeing that, he grabbed my hair and forced me to lay on the desk roughly.

—Schloop!

When his shaft finally came back, I nearly shrieked with joy.

“Cry more.”

His voice whispering in my ear was full of conquest and excitement.

When I shook my head, Raphael increased the intensity of his movement. He smiled as he grabbed my chin and forced my gaze. The tears that hung from the corners of my eyes fell every time I gazed up. Pleasure turned into pain because of his ignorant and quick pistoning strokes.

“Cry more!”

His eyes gleamed in madness. I thought he was crazy. The excitement that seemed to reach the climax came to me more than the first pleasant s*x.

“Keuughh…!”

As my tied arms were swept away by the rough movements and my open legs trembled, Raphael pulled out his thing and ejaculated on my stomach.

At the same time, I also experienced a climax.

After a storm of pleasure, the feeling of ecstasy swept over me.

‘…It’s really difficult to have s*x once.’

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