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The Young Master of the Slave Trader – I Aim at Princess Harem – – Chapter 285

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This is Lisanna’s point of view.
There are some brutal rape scenes, so please skip if you are sensitive.

“Noooooo!”

“Someone, someone, help meeee!”

I can hear Manua and Yuliania screaming as they are pulled away from me.
When I turn my gaze to them, I see beastly figures in dirty clothes, baring their lower bodies, pressing down on them and beginning to engage in indecent acts.
I want to protest, “Don’t do anything cruel to my maids!” but I can’t make a sound.

“You still look a bit too young, but you’re quite a beauty, aren’t you? I don’t like that you have no breasts! As long as your pussy is good, that’s all that matters!”

The scoundrel pulling my arm seems to be the leader of the bandits.
My body trembles uncontrollably from fear.
Someone, anyone, please help me.

“Please… I’ll pay you money… Whatever you do, please don’t be cruel—”

*Slap, slap, slap, BANG!*

“Don’t talk back!”

“Aaaah! It hurts, it hurts! D-don’t hit meeeee!!”

Suddenly, I’m slapped back and forth across the face. I must have cut my mouth, because I can taste blood.
As someone of noble birth, I’ve never been hit since I can remember.
My cheeks, now stinging from the rough blows from the scoundrel, throb.
Tears well up in my eyes, and my nose starts to run.

“First, serve my penis! If you bite it, I’ll hit you!!”
The scoundrel pulls down his pants and underwear, bringing his erect penis close to my face.
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a penis. It’s erect and stiff, pulsing grotesquely.
Moreover, it smells, or rather, it has an unpleasant odor that assails my nostrils.
Looking closer, smegma is adhering to the peeled-back part at the tip of his penis.
Combined with the stale odor emanating from the scoundrel’s body, my nose feels like it’s going to break!

“I-it smells… What do you mean by ‘serve’?”
I don’t understand the meaning of “serve.”
No, actually, I was taught by my wet nurse about the etiquette of the “wedding ceremony” and the general outline of the “First Night Ritual” that takes place that night. But I certainly wasn’t taught about “serving” in such a graphic way.
I have a terrible feeling.
Basically, when a new bride goes to her family by marriage, she lies on the new bed in a white kimono and accepts whatever the man does to her.
I stare blankly at the erect penis.
All the while, my cheek, which I was just hit on, still hurts.
To protect my honor as a noblewoman, I should perhaps bite my tongue and commit suicide before enduring any indecent acts from this scoundrel, but my teeth chatter uncontrollably.

“You brat! You’re supposed to lick and handle my penis with your mouth and tongue!”
Impatient, the scoundrel curses me and explains how to serve.
As a noblewoman, am I being told to lick and handle such a dirty penis?
God, why have you given me such a harsh trial?
Unable to bear it any longer, I burst into tears.

“Aaaaaah— *cough*… *cough*… *cough*… *cough*… *gag*…”
As I’m about to scream in refusal, the scoundrel roughly grabs my beautiful silver-blue hair. With his other arm, he presses both sides of my swollen cheek, forcing my mouth open, and shoves his dirty penis in.
Not only that, but the tip of his penis goes all the way down my throat.
I can’t breathe, and I feel like vomiting. I feel utterly terrible.

“I thought you were a little young, but this pussy is good! Come on, come on, open your mouth wider!”
The scoundrel secures the back of my head with both palms and begins to move back and forth.
His smelly, foul-tasting penis moves violently inside my mouth and throat.
I wish I could die.

“*cough*, *cough*, *gag*…”
I gag from nausea and can barely breathe.
Tears stream from my eyes, and my nose runs.

*GUSH!*

“Phew, I feel refreshed.”
Still, the scoundrel doesn’t stop moving… and he doesn’t stop until he spits something sticky and foul-smelling into my mouth.
What is this fishy, sticky thing?!
And the foul taste of the fluid released into my mouth is unbearable.

“Oops. Don’t spit out my precious semen! Swallow it quickly!!”
*Gulp, gulp.*
My mouth is closed, and I’m forced to swallow, but I feel a sticky, unpleasant sensation in my throat and a foul, fishy smell from my nose.
To make matters worse, the milky white fluid spills from the corners of my mouth. I feel absolutely miserable.

*Ping, ping, ping, crackle, crackle!*
This time, he grabs my upper garment and pulls it left and right, as if to tear it off.
My outer garment was made of sturdy fabric designed for escape, so even the scoundrel’s monstrous strength couldn’t tear it.
But the buttons fly off, and my outer garment is reduced to rags.
Next, with my chemise, which I was wearing as underwear, he tears it apart, exposing my breasts.

“Noooooo! Don’t! I don’t want this! Father, help meeee!”
Shamefully, I scream like tearing silk and call out to my deceased father for help.
I cry and scream desperately, but no one conveniently appears to rescue me.
To have my breasts exposed to such a beast…

“As expected, they’re barely developed, you brat!!”
*Slap, slap, slap, slap.*
“This should make them swell a bit!”
“*cough*, *cough*—Aaaah! It hurts! Don’t be so rough!”
This beast violently slaps my exposed chest.
Indeed, they are only slightly developed, but breasts are sensitive.
Being slapped made me momentarily lose consciousness.
My breasts are congested and swollen, turning purple, and they throb painfully.

“Tch, I guess I have no choice. I’ll just check your pussy then.”
“Noooooo—”
The scoundrel pulls out the thin leather belt holding my pants and forcefully pulls them down.
From fear and shame, I close my legs and cover my crotch area with my hands.

*Thud, thud, thud, thud.*

“Aaaah, it hurts, it hurts! D-don’t kick meeeee!”
Then, the scoundrel stands up and kicks my thighs and buttocks.
How can he treat a frail maiden so violently!
I scream as if my body will burst, but the scoundrel shows no mercy.
As I writhe in pain, my underwear is also pulled down, and a thick, dirty finger is shoved into my secret crack.
As a noblewoman, I uphold my virginity, yet a finger is inserted into my most precious part.
Then, it’s stirred around with a squelching sound.

“Noooooo! No! Stop… Aaaah!”
And when I’m limp from exhaustion, he secures my waist with both hands, lifts my entire body, and lowers me onto his lower abdomen.
Below it, his erect and stiffened member awaited.
And then, his member invaded my inside.

“Aaaah, it hurts, it hurts! My body is being torn apart!!”
*Rip, rip, rip, rip!*
My vagina opening is forcibly stretched by the scoundrel’s penis, and I hear a sound of something breaking.
Then, the sound of my vaginal walls tearing and intense pain assaults me.

“What the hell! You poked me before I got wet, and now your pussy is torn. Well, I’ll use it as a pussy anyway. Receive my hot semen!!”
*Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, GUSH!*
“….Aaaah…. *cough*…. *cough*….”
“You passed out, huh? But when your pussy tears, it gets all bloody and sticky.”
I have no memory of what happened after this.

Then, the next time I regained consciousness, my whole body ached, and I couldn’t see clearly, as if my eyelids were cut.
It seems I’ve been incapacitated to the point of not being able to walk on my own. With my hands tied behind my back, I’m being held upright from behind by the scoundrel.

“Boss, are you really going to hang her? What a waste. When you tie a noose around a woman’s neck with a penis in her vagina, the tightness is unbearable! Especially the spasms right before death!”
“This pig’s vagina and anus were torn when I put my penis inside. All that’s left to enjoy is watching her writhe and die from strangulation!”
“She was quite a beautiful girl at first… but you always break them quickly.”
“No doubt. But we had our fun with the two women.”
“Oh, right! Before we turn this dirty pig into a meatball, let’s give her some final treatment, a sort of makeup. I thought tapping these small breasts would make them swell a bit, but they just turned purple. Let’s give her some bloodletting.”
*Stab, slice, slash.*
“…Ugh… ugh…”
“This pig bastard, does she still have blood flowing? Hahahaha!”
My body was already so badly damaged that I couldn’t even feel pain from further injury to my breasts.
Still, my lower body, which was stained red, was further wounded, and dark, congested blood spurted from my breasts like a fountain.
I just want it to be over quickly…
And then, just as a noose was placed around my neck and I was hung, for some reason, there was a fleeting sensation of weightlessness as if the rope had snapped, followed by a strong impact on my neck, and my consciousness faded again.

***

I thought I had journeyed to the underworld and become a guest of the departed.
But when my consciousness awakened, my body strangely had no pain.
Is it that the pain of this life doesn’t carry over into the afterlife?
My body should have been broken and toyed with by those scoundrels.
And for some reason, I feel like I’m lying on a clean bed? It’s a strange sensation.
Hesitantly, I open my eyelids. And what do I see?
Indeed, I am lying in a bed.
“This looks like a bedroom…”
Suddenly, I look to the side and see a beautiful silver-haired woman sleeping.
Even through the duvet, her developed breasts are evident.
The silver-haired beauty seems to be sleeping soundly.
Curiously, I shift my gaze to the other side, where there is another bed, and a cute, brown-haired beautiful girl is sleeping.
It seems I am sleeping between a beautiful woman and a beautiful girl.
And I have no acquaintance with them.
No, strangely, the beautiful woman has the features of Princess Sophie, the Second Princess, Nemea’s milk sister, whom I detest. But she had small breasts.
*Click, creak.*
“Oh, you’ve woken up! Hal, Lisanna has woken up!”
The door to the bedroom opens, and a beautiful girl I don’t recognize enters.
Beautiful girls and women appear one after another. Where is this place?
“You seem to be awake. Is there anything wrong with your body?”
The next person to enter was a boy about my age.
And as he approached, the memories of being defiled by the scoundrels returned.
“Kyah! You uncivilized, filthy man!”
My body breaks out in goosebumps, and I lose consciousness.
From that horrifying experience, it seems I have developed a complete phobia of men.

Thank you for reading.
Episode 31-7, Healing Intimacy ①, is scheduled for release at 0:00 on April 6th.


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The Young Master of the S*ave Trader – I Aim at Princess Harem –

The Young Master of the S*ave Trader – I Aim at Princess Harem –

Young Master of the S*ave Dealer ― I aim at Princess Harem ―, 奴隷商の若旦那 ― I aim at Princess Harem ―
Score 7.6
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Released: 2015 Native Language: Japanese
Harl Raymond, the “Young Master of the s*ave Trader,” carried the memories of the stubborn old priest Lester Adamon, who died a virg*n. And Lester’s secret wish was to deflower a beautiful girl and enjoy a harem in his hands. And Harl had inherited from Lester such spells as “Healing Magic” and “Resurrection Magic.” Gathering under Harl are noble beauties such as princesses and imperial princesses who have been saved from the fate of death. Harl and these girls form the adventurer party “Princess Harem,” overcoming numerous challenges along the way. At the same time, the human realm is in a chaotic state, with the Demon King’s army facing off against the human and demi-human alliance army. Taking advantage of this situation, the Kingdom of Espania is expanding its territory, aiming for dominance in the human realm. What roles are expected of Harl and the noble beauties who follow him within the layered world woven by the Divine Realm, Human Realm, and Demon Realm!? Note that behind the title, there will be a △ for stories with mild erot*c content (undressing, etc.), and a ○ will be placed after stories with s*x scenes.

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