How a Villainous Sub-Bottom Survives 54

The moment he pointed it out, my body flinched and trembled.

‘It’s alright. Seha-ya, trust me. I won’t hurt you.’

This time, a passage from the novel with a clear source came to mind. Words Eldon had said to Seha, who was frightened before their first time.

Right, I’m Rosenthal Chendewden. Even if I’ve lost my memory, there’s no way he’ll be considerate as if it’s my first experience.

Amnesia isn’t a cure-all, and if I really look like it’s my first time, it’ll arouse unnecessary suspicion. But what should I do?

‘You need to relax.’

Information suddenly floated up. I exhaled deeply and tried to relax. Then Eldon’s finger, which had been roughly entering, stopped abruptly.

“Where did you learn how to accept it?”

Learn? Right. Where did I learn this? The bedroom arts that Rosenthal had mastered over a lifetime disappeared the moment I possessed this body, and even in my past life, I had almost no interest in sex.

Did I naturally acquire the skill from reading erotic novels? Do 19+ novels have that kind of effect?

“I thought you lost your memory—was that a lie?”

Suddenly his fingers increased to three. Having found even the index finger alone unfamiliar and overwhelming, I twisted my body and let out a thin scream. But Eldon pushed his fingers in even deeper.

“N-no.”

I shook my head desperately. I couldn’t very well say I learned it from erotic novels.

“Then is it instinct?”

“……”

“Well, having had so many experiences, your body must remember.”

Eldon’s brow narrowed coldly. What on earth does this person want from me? Virginity? Or skill?

As I stared blankly at Eldon’s creased eyes, Eldon spread his fingers and dug into my insides.

“Haah, ah…. Your Highness, just a little, just a little slower.”

My mind grew hazily intoxicated by the stimulation of his fingers roughly filling my insides. My eyes grew hot with pain that exceeded the strange sensation and awkward foreign feeling.

“It, it hurts too much.”

“How many bastards have been inside this sticky hole?”

“I, augh, don’t know….”

“If I kill all those bastards, will I become your first?”

“Ugh, ngh!”

His fingers plunged in to the root and stirred my insides. I could vividly feel his nails, each knuckle of his fingers. The touch meticulously rubbing my inner walls as if exploring was embarrassing.

“It’s your first time since losing your memory, right?”

I exhaled roughly and barely managed to nod. The heat of the heat cycle couldn’t overcome the unfamiliar foreign feeling and pain, and it died down.

His fingers exited as quickly as they’d entered. I gasped for breath, letting out short screams at the sensation of my inner walls being scraped. Eldon burst into laughter watching me.

“My princess is a crybaby. What will you do if you cry from the very start?”

No sooner had he wiped away the tears gathered at the corners of my eyes than he grabbed my thighs and spread my legs. I reached out my hands in alarm.

“Your Highness, it hurts too much. Just a little, let me rest just a little…”

“Alright.”

Eldon surprisingly complied with my words obediently. As I sighed in relief, he pulled my arm and lifted me up.

“Hngh.”

As my body moved suddenly, pain vibrated from my waist and lower body. As I grabbed my aching waist with my other hand, a huge thing flickered before my nose.

“…Your Highness.”

Eldon was standing before me. The shape of his ferociously erect penis filled my vision explicitly.

“What are you sitting there staring at? Do it.”

Even though I understood what he meant, my body wouldn’t move. As I sat there blankly, he grabbed the nape of my neck.

“Show me your skills.”

His penis plunged between my slightly parted lips. Flustered, I reflexively closed my mouth and ended up biting his penis. Eldon let out a low moan but smiled.

“Did you forget how to do it with your mouth too?”

How can I forget something I’ve never even done? Resentment surged, but this wasn’t a situation where I could explain, nor did I have anything I could say.

Eldon pressed both my cheeks firmly and opened my mouth. Perhaps to prevent the earlier situation, even after putting his penis in my mouth, he didn’t remove the hands pressing my cheeks so I couldn’t close my mouth.

“Move it well. Your body will remember.”

It was frustrating but made sense. Like horseback riding or etiquette, once I actually did it, my body might move instinctively.

“Don’t bare your teeth, gather your lips and suck deeply.”

I did as Eldon instructed. At least I was fortunate it wasn’t nauseating. Rather than the fishiness of his penis, the sweetness from his pheromones dominated inside my mouth. I sucked his penis with slurping sounds. But Eldon only laughed.

“How can my princess be so bad at this?”

Tears flowed down in that moment. Even though it was haphazard, I felt stupid for trying to concentrate and make an effort.

I know he’s not originally like this. I know what Eldon and Seha’s first night was like. How carefully he treated him. He cherished him like a jewel that would break with the slightest pressure, and when Seha offered to use his mouth, he jumped and said there was no need to do such a thing—I read it all.

Before meeting Seha, Eldon would mainly call male prostitutes when his rut came to relieve his pheromones. His acts were on the rough side and he enjoyed oral sex. But he would never make Seha do it. Because he embraced him not to process sexual desire, but because he loved him.

The Rosenthal of the original story couldn’t even be used as a tool for relieving sexual desire, so has my position risen a bit compared to then? A self-deprecating laugh emerged. There were results from struggling to survive.

But I don’t think he criticized even male prostitutes for being bad at it…. If he didn’t like them, he just kicked them out.

So am I lower than a male prostitute? Well, that’s why he threw me to the tentacle monster.

I wiped away the flowing tears. If only I really had experience, at least I wouldn’t feel so wronged.

“My apologies. I will have you summon a skilled child.”

My jaw ached and with each word, precum clung stickily. As I bowed my head politely while suppressing my emotions, Eldon lifted my chin.

“Are you crying again? You can’t say anything.”

“Though it is terrifying to speak, Your Highness, I am not a prostitute.”

“Who said you were a prostitute? It’s good that you’re bad at it. I want to confirm your clumsiness.”

Eldon sat beside me and pulled me into his embrace.

“…What’s good about being bad at it?”

“You’re stupid.”

“What?”

That Elegy bastard, he speaks like shit and then criticizes me.

“Rosenthal Chendewden was the empire’s seductress. She captivated people with just a glance. So where did you sell off that talent? Even if you lost your memory, can you really become this stupid?”

Eldon ruffled my hair as if handling a child. He spoke at length, but in the end it meant I was an idiot with no romance skills or sex techniques whatsoever.

Am I really that stupid? I may not know about sex, but I know a bit about romance. I studied a lot. I was a romance webtoon artist in my own way, you know? Don’t tell me that’s why I failed…? Maybe romance fundamentally didn’t suit me. Should I have done fantasy instead?

As I belatedly realized my career aptitude, Eldon suddenly pushed me down onto the bed.

There was no more foreplay. Just as I felt something blunt touching my entrance, it began entering inside without hesitation.

My mouth fell open and froze. A pain incomparable to what his fingers had given split my body and dug into my insides.

I couldn’t say anything. Not even a moan came out, let alone a scream. As I was seized by sincere fear that I might actually die, Eldon stopped moving.

“Relax.”

Only after hearing his words did I realize. That only the glans had entered so far.

“St-stop…! Your Highness, I can’t. I can’t do it! I’m tearing!”

“If you’d tear from mere insertion, wouldn’t Rosenthal’s reputation be laughable?”

He spoke nonchalantly and grabbed my thighs. The penis that had paused briefly spread my inner walls and entered quickly.

“Aaaah!”

My body trembled as if convulsing. I had no presence of mind to control my breathing or relax. As he applied force to the hands gripping my legs and lifted his hips for insertion, my buttocks rose and the sight of his penis entering inside my anus came into view explicitly.

Eldon, judging it better to put it in all at once, didn’t stop his entry. Only after his penis was barely visible did I exhale roughly.

“See, didn’t I tell you that you could accept it?”

My body had truly accepted Eldon. I hadn’t torn, and there was no blood visible.

“You’ve become quite timid. As if I would damage my partner’s body from the very first night?”

He tapped my cheek playfully. I turned my head. My raised buttocks felt belatedly embarrassing. Being joined as one with another person felt strange and shameful. But Eldon gripped my chin and made me look at where we were joined.

“Look. Isn’t your lower mouth squirming eagerly, asking me to move?”

It was as he said. Though it felt like I’d stretched to my limit, I could feel my anus fluttering and clenching Eldon’s penis.

“Even though it’s been a while since insertion, it spreads appropriately. Your insides are soft and moistly wet—how well were you trained?”

“Pl-please… don’t speak of it.”

“Having such a lewd body yet making such a virginal expression. Are you perhaps a spy sent by Duke Chendewden to seduce me?”

“N-no.”

“Your inner walls melt my body softly. They said Rosenthal was the empire’s famous masterpiece—I understand why the reputation is so high. Just how much must you have accepted to have a body like this?”

“……”

“I’m both pleased and enraged. Conflicting emotions mix and I feel like I’ll lose my reason and become a tyrant.”

He whispered low and began moving his hips. As he thrust up roughly and continuously, my mind grew distant as his penis surged in, crushing my insides. But once I escaped from the pain and vague fear of the first insertion, pleasure took the place of pain.

“Haah, ngh, ugh, uah! Ah! Ah!”

His testicles stuck and fell away. The rhythmic sound of flesh slapping was obscene. I entrusted my body to his hip movements and shook helplessly. The stimulation filling my inner walls was painful, yet each time it pulled out, a feeling of regret welled up.

I didn’t think about anything, forgot my shame and let out moans. I couldn’t feel anything except Eldon’s hot body temperature. As I embraced his neck and writhed in pleasure, sticky fluid spread inside my inner walls. As soon as Eldon climaxed, he collapsed and embraced me.

Into my ear as I barely breathed, intoxicated by ecstatic afterglow, passionate heat, hot body temperature, and the sweeping unfamiliar sensations, Eldon whispered.

“Should I kill you?”

The heat of excitement rapidly cooled. I couldn’t say anything. I just looked into Eldon’s eyes. His gray eyes directly gazing at me rippled hotly.

“Should I kill you?”