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How a Villainous Sub-Bottom Survives 20

I gritted my teeth trying to escape from the spot, when Arleigh pressed down on my shoulder. I was shocked and urgently grabbed the balcony railing. And before I could even collect my hazy mind, my pants were stripped off.

“Ah, Ar…!”

“You finally call me like that.”

Arleigh whispered secretly in my ear.

“D-don’t do this here.”

I pleaded quietly. It was a small balcony on the third floor, wide open. I could see the procession of nobles riding in carriages entering. They too could look at us if they just raised their heads.

“So it’s okay in other places?”

His hand slowly touched near the anus and gradually moved inward. Just stroking the surrounding area made excitement reach its peak and my buttocks bounced on their own.

“Rozen, aren’t you too starved? Your reaction is passionate.”

“Ar, stop…! Please, people, people will see…!”

“That makes it more exciting, right? That’s exactly what Rosenthal is like.”

Though I desperately pleaded, what came back was a snort. Right, if it were the real Rosenthal, he might have liked it. Rather, he would have dragged Arleigh outside the balcony and pounced on him to do it. But I’m not like that!

“Ar, please, I… urk!”

As soon as I pleaded, a finger invaded inside. He skillfully groped the inner walls and invaded inside. The hand pressing on my back was rough, but the finger rubbing the inner walls was gentle. He knew inside and out where to touch Rosenthal to excite him, and skillfully drove my body to pleasure.

“I don’t want this….”

I barely shouted with the power of reason, but the instinct contained in my voice didn’t feel like that at all.

What the hell is this…. This is too strange. Intoxicated by the pheromone’s scent, my vision was hazy and even people’s shadows shone dimly.

Reason blurred and only the instinct of lust dominated my body. Rosenthal’s body remembered Arleigh’s pheromones and flesh, and the small hole gulped down his fingers.

“You’re eating it deliciously. Just how starved are you? Is that bastard Eldon impotent? Did he just admire you while keeping a perfect omega like you?”

Every time the finger moved inside, splashing water sounds came out. This is strange. Regardless of my will, pheromones drove me to excitement.

No. I don’t want this. I’ll do the first time with someone I love. Do you think I’ve endured until now to be taken futilely in a place like this! But unlike reason, my senses were filled with the desire to meet the peak of pleasure as is. I barely turned my trembling hand and grabbed Arleigh’s arm.

“Please don’t do this…. Urk!”

“Why are you doing this?”

Arleigh asked while increasing his fingers. That’s what I want to ask. Why on earth are you doing this?

“You’re Rosenthal who doesn’t refuse any man who comes. Plus, you said you love me? You asked me to petition Father because you don’t want to be Crown Princess.”

“Th-that’s….”

Arleigh’s leisurely eyes rose coldly.

“Don’t tell me, to trap me, you and that bastard Eldon conspired to pretend to like me?”

How should I answer? The Crown Prince left with Seha. Even without Arleigh’s help, there will be no problem breaking off the engagement. Should I rather clearly reject him?

“Yes, that’s ri…”

“I loved even your lewdness and desires. But if you conspired with that bastard to use me, I can no longer respect you either.”

Ominous murderous intent swirled in Arleigh’s eyes.

Damn it! If I refuse, he’ll pounce saying I played with his feelings, and if I accept, he’ll use past experience to joyfully have outdoor play!

Whichever I choose, the result was the same.

“Ahh, n-not here. Ar will be in danger.”

I urgently made up excuses in the heat. Then the hand pressing on my back lost strength, and his body pressed close.

“Are you worried about me? Rozen.”

He whispered sweetly as if his anger had quickly subsided. As expected, he’s a simple fellow. The problem is he’s an incarnation of sex.

“Th-then…. Urk…!”

The finger that had been gently caressing the inner walls pulled out. Then relief and disappointment crossed.

Damn. So this is what an omega’s body soaked in pheromones is like. I thought I had weak sexual desire, but self-control disappears. I missed his pheromones and felt like throwing a tantrum to do more.

Damn it. I must endure. Once I escape from the pheromones, these crazy thoughts will disappear. If I ask him to insert it here, I’ll regret it for life and be tormented by self-loathing.

If I was going to crumble intoxicated by pheromones that are no different from aphrodisiacs, I would have done it long ago. As I suppressed instinctive desires while soothing the emptiness inside, Arleigh’s hand swept up from the perineum to the entire anus.

“Hahp!”

Just when I was relieved thinking it was over, a sudden attack came. I urgently covered my mouth. There wasn’t even a door, just curtains drawn. I didn’t know who might come in.

“Ar…!”

“So anywhere but here is fine?”

The hand rubbing the perineum leisurely swept up the root of the cock. His pheromones were getting even stronger. I couldn’t even speak and urgently nodded my head.

“Then will you come to the secret garden after the party?”

Secret garden.

That wasn’t a beautiful garden that would appear in fairy tales, but an SM play room Arleigh made for Rosenthal.

Originally, princes leaving the palace upon coming of age was the Keltan Empire’s propriety, but Arleigh, a strong Crown Prince candidate, had lived in the Imperial Palace all along, and made a secret garden in the Imperial Palace to enjoy passionate sex with Rosenthal.

After Eldon was invested as Crown Prince, Arleigh leaves the palace. But the secret garden remains, and there he tries to pounce on Seha many times but fails.

In the original, Rosenthal seduces Arleigh at the Empress’s birthday, then has relations in the secret garden. But after finishing sex, Arleigh suffers huge post-nut clarity and realizes his love for Seha.

He said the line ‘The person I wanted to be with in the secret garden was Seha!’ No emotion, no style.

Anyway, since I’m not seducing him, that bastard is trying to drag me there. The power of the original is scary.

“Yes. I’ll go! I’ll go to the secret garden!”

Of course I’m absolutely not going. Am I crazy? Walking into a tiger’s den on my own feet? I’ll go straight to the detached palace. You pervert!

Then a voice came from outside.

“Your Highness the Prince, Her Majesty the Empress has arrived. Please come out.”

Nice timing. Though I suffered an ordeal, I somehow protected my virginity. As I let out a sigh of relief, suddenly something hard was pushed smoothly into my anus.

“Urk! Wh-what…!”

I was so flustered I couldn’t speak, when Arleigh laughed low and inserted his finger. And pushed the object further inside.

“What do you mean what? I’m enjoying it after a long time. Why? Is it too small and not satisfying enough?”

“I-I don’t want this! Take it out right now!”

“Pretending to dislike it. I know you actually like it, Rozen.”

Are you filming porn! If it were the original Rosenthal it would hit all his preferences, but I’m not like that!

He won’t listen anyway even if I say it. I tried to pull out the object presumed to be a rotor stuck inside, but Arleigh stopped me by grabbing my hand. And at the same time, an object with a cool and familiar texture was clicked on.

It was a chastity belt that was free in front but firmly blocked in back. These bastards are clearly brothers!

“Arleigh! Unlock this right now!”

I expressed my anger as is. But Arleigh pulled my pants back up and poked my cheek as if I were cute.

“See you in the secret garden. Rozen.”

He wore a leisurely smile while exuding alpha pheromones and left. The moment I escaped from his hands, I slumped down on the floor.

Damn it, toy play in the middle of the night!!!

I didn’t know I’d use this kind of toy. I’ve never even imagined it. And in a place overflowing with people like this.

Even after Arleigh left, fluid kept flowing down below because of the lingering pheromones. Both front and back were in chaos. At least the top is long, so I’m fortunate. I adjusted my clothes and carefully stood up.

If it were the real Rosenthal, he might have enjoyed it. No, recalling the original, he would have enjoyed it and then some. But my immunity to such stimulation converges to zero.

I want to go straight to the detached palace like this. I want to see Forti and Raki. But I can’t use teleport, so I had to walk first.

“Hahut….”

The moment I stood up, the object filling inside rubbed against the inner walls. I almost sat back down but barely held on by grabbing the railing.

Anyway, since people all hate me and obviously won’t want to see me well, I didn’t bring Raki, but next time I must bring him along no matter what.

I opened the curtain and returned inside the party hall. With every step I took, the object filling inside gave dangerous stimulation.

I desperately covered my mouth. A long line was already standing in front of the Empress. I was only going to greet and leave, but I couldn’t bring myself to wait.

In fact, as the prospective Crown Princess in name, I could ignore the line and just go in, but the Empress disliked me.

Of course, even I would dislike me. Dating her son, then nimbly flying to the more successful half-brother, it would be stranger not to dislike me. Anyway, because of such circumstances, to greet her I had to give up such privileges and stand in line.

I looked at the Third Prince standing beside the Empress. To remove this, I have to go to the secret garden. And if I go to the secret garden….

I recalled the plays that appeared in the novel and shook my head side to side.

I can’t do it. I’ve never even had sex, but SM play…. Absolutely impossible.

I turned around and walked toward the door. Forget greetings or whatever, I should secretly slip out through the side door.

My legs trembled with every step, but I somehow covered my mouth and took one step at a time. People’s gazes, sounds, nothing entered my eyes.

I barely passed through the door and came out to the corridor. I should just go down like this and get on the carriage. Quickly escape to the detached palace. I have to cut off this damn chastity belt with a sword or saw. He probably didn’t cast magic on it. …Probably.

I was rushing down when someone grabbed my wrist.

“Hyaak!”

The hand covering my mouth came off, and a sound mixed with moans and screams burst out.

“That disgusting pheromone is vibrating. What bastard did you roll around with just now! Who else did you let into that vulgar hole!”

A large man shouted as if deranged. Probably one of the people abandoned by Rosenthal.

How a Villainous Sub-Bottom Survives

How a Villainous Sub-Bottom Survives

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After being murdered by my lover, I transmigrated into a BL novel character. And not just any character, but Crown Princess Rosenthal, a 'villainous sub-bottom' who bullies the main bottom of the harem and gets his neck cleanly severed by the Crown Prince main top. Just like I was killed in South Korea by my two-timing lover, this time my fate is to be murdered by a husband whose eyes have wandered to a concubine. Damn, what terrible luck. But I can't die like this. I'll survive somehow, no matter what. I don't care if I have to destroy the original plot or whatever. But is the author punishing me? The more I try to escape, the more I feel like I'm sinking deeper into the mire?

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