Chapter 1:
Prologue
MY DICK HURTS, I THOUGHT. I WASN’T IN the Middle Ages, but in an era eerily similar to it. I was in a world of miracles and magic. In fact, I was a product of a miracle; I was reincarnated from Earth and into this other world. But only one thought ran through me, Faust von Polidoro.
My dick hurts.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was in a metallic chastity belt, but I hadn’t been forced to wear it by anyone. No, I wore this belt of my own volition. If not, I wouldn’t be able to last. There was no chance that I’d make it.
“Faust?” Valiele asked curiously.
She sat next to me and shot me a dubious look. This girl, not even four and a half feet tall, was fourteen years of age, and in the midst of receiving training as a knight, which was imperative for nobles to undergo. However, she had less muscle and more fat on her—fitting for a girl her age, but unsuitable in a soldier. Perhaps she would have her use as a commander. That was my opinion as a war veteran, anyway.
Her red hair made gentle waves down her back, and she was unable to fully hide her youthful appearance. In short, I could only see her as a child who was in need of a guardian. Adorned in a lavish silk dress, her attire made her seem suitable as the princess of our kingdom, but to me, she looked like a child who was trying to do her utmost to look like an adult.
But I didn’t really care about that. Valiele could do as she liked.
“It seems your advisor, Sir Polidoro, would like to say a few words,” Queen Liesenlotte said. “Don’t hold back. You may speak your mind. I shall allow it.”
Her Majesty was around five foot seven; the red locks that flowed down to her waist were a symbol of royalty. While the length of her hair resembled her daughter’s, Princess Valiele didn’t seem to take after her mother very much. The queen exuded dignity, and her cool-headed demeanor only accentuated her beauty. Her brazen attitude was fitting for her royal status.
But none of that did any favors for my groin—quite the opposite, actually. Why in the world was she naked underneath, cloaked only by a thin silk veil? She was still only thirty-two years old. Sure, women showing off some skin wasn’t seen as shameless in this world, but for a healthy twenty-two-year-old man like myself, this was a troubling sight. I mean, why wouldn’t I get hard when this was the view? My cock tried its hardest to burst out from my metallic chastity belt. Only one thought ran through my mind.
My dick hurts.
This world was crazy. That was all I could conclude. This was a world where the gender expectations of chastity (and other roles) were switched. Only one in ten babies born into this world were men. Hence, women stood at the helm, and men were left in the shadows—or rather, they were securely protected. In fact, many men were captured from battlefields so that they could be sold off as sex slaves or prostitutes. This was the world I was in.
What an absurd world I was reincarnated into, I thought.
“This is Princess Valiele’s first battle,” I replied. “And yet, only her corps and I shall be with her.”
“As I explained earlier, we need not allocate much of our forces for mere bandits,” Her Majesty said.
I was a deviant in this world—a person who would be sexually excited by seminude women. If I was gonna be reincarnated at all, I wish my common sense would align with my new world’s. But it seemed like God wasn’t willing to do that for me, and bemoaning my situation to a God I’d never met would have been in vain.
“Her Highness Crown Princess Anastasia fought against Villendorf, an enemy nation, for her first battle,” I said. “She stopped one thousand barbarians that invaded our territory, silenced them into a sea of blood, and invaded their land instead.”
My dick hurts. So, so much. I looked away from the practically naked queen and stared instead at Princess Anastasia, the elder daughter of Queen Liesenlotte and the older sister of Princess Valiele. Anastasia stared right back at me; she was scary. The whites of her eyes showed underneath her irises, and she seemed to have a smaller iris than most, which further accentuated her sclera. Her pupils looked almost reptilian and left the impression that they were vertically long. If one didn’t know any better, she came off as nefarious.
Once, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she consumed human meat in secret. Needless to say, she did no such thing, and if one got to know her better, she came off as a person who was fair and just. Every now and then, she would display sympathy and a depth of emotion that humanized her to me. It was truly a pity that her personality didn’t shine through her intimidating exterior, and if she made a claim that she ate humans, no one would doubt her words. As I continued to lock eyes with her, I couldn’t stop the fear from gripping my body; she looked as though she might hack me into pieces and swallow me whole.
I reluctantly averted my gaze back to the practically naked queen. She shook her body ever so slightly, those big tits bouncing along with her. Sexy.
“And yet, Her Highness Princess Valiele will face mere bandits for her first battle,” I continued. “As Her Highness’s advisor, I find this to be quite the difference in conflicts. I fear that some may compare her to Princess Anastasia, and Princess Valiele will become a laughingstock amongst the people.”
My cheeks began to turn scarlet. I could no longer keep my cool. My dick hurts. The only way out of this situation was to win a war of words against the half-naked queen. I had to become emotional in hopes of distracting myself from the pain in my lower half.
“It’s a different situation, naturally,” Her Majesty replied. “Defeating bandits is an important part of our duties.”
“Why don’t we invade Villendorf, our enemy nation?” I suggested.
“Enough of your jokes, Faust von Polidoro. Are you planning on starting another war against those barbarians?”
I banged my fist on the table. The deafening sound echoed throughout the room, silencing those who heard it. Queen Liesenlotte, Princess Anastasia, and even Princess Valiele became as quiet as a tomb.
“Do you believe that my power is lacking?” I inquired.
My face turned redder still as blood rushed to my head. It wasn’t because my dick was crying in pain; it was because I was angry. That was my current excuse, anyway.
“I said no such thing, Sir Polidoro,” the queen said quietly.
My display of anger had done the trick. Her Majesty spoke serenely to calm me down, and her voice resonated throughout the royal palace.
“Not once have I underestimated your power, Faust, the Knight of Wrath,” she went on. “When Villendorf invaded us, you stepped up during the time of crisis and rushed to the aid of my Anastasia. You claimed the heads of over ten savage knights, and engaged in a duel against the knight captain, only to come out victorious. Indeed, I know very well not to underestimate you.”
My dick hurts. I was tempted to cry out and jump up in pain, but I was not inept enough to lose control. Still, I was reaching my limit. My dick hurts.
“I ask that you regain your cool,” Her Majesty said.
Want me to fuck your brains out? It’s your fault that my dick hurts. Why the hell are you only wearing a veil over your naked body? Are you a nymphomaniac?
I kept it all bottled up inside me and instead said, “I understand.”
I turned away from the queen, hoping to dull the pain that assaulted my groin. I guess it’s time for me to leave.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I said. “I’ve said all that I need, and I find further discussion to be pointless. May I please leave the room?”
“Very well,” the queen relented. “You may.”
“Thank you.”
My dick was spared. If I’d maintained an erection for much longer, I was convinced that my dick would’ve undergone necrosis. I’d managed to protect my family jewels. That was good enough. And so, I stepped out of the room of the royal palace.