Chapter 25:
Appointed as the Negotiator
MY DICK HURTS, I THOUGHT FOR THE UMPTEENTH time. Obviously, no one ever heard me say those words.
I was in a private area with just the three royals and myself. But why are you wearing nothing but a single silk veil? Idiot. Do you take after Queen Liesenlotte? I internally insulted Crown Princess Anastasia, who wore only a veil over her naked body. I cursed her to no end. Her pupils were vertically long, and her irises were smaller than a normal person’s; she was pretty, but she gave off a vaguely reptilian impression. To be blunt, she looked like she’d eat humans for breakfast.
Her scandalous appearance only turned me on even more than normal. Fear and horniness mixed together to become one. Utterly unaware of my thoughts, she sat on a sofa across from me with Duke Astarte beside her.
“Allow me to speak first, Faust,” Duke Astarte said. “I am truly sorry for what I’ve done to Martina. I had no intention whatsoever of bringing her any harm, but I did utilize her in hopes of inflaming your passions toward me. For that, I can only apologize.”
The corners of her eyes were long and sharp like a demon’s, and her red braid fluttered behind her. Her tits were larger than the Alps. Duke Astarte, stunning as always, gave me her apology.
If you want to apologize, stop Crown Princess Anastasia from wearing that slutty outfit. Every time I try to look at you, Her Highness’s bouncy tits enter my field of vision. My eyes couldn’t help but wander to the princess; luckily, her long, flaming red hair, a characteristic of the royal family, covered her nipples. Unfortunately, having everything on display except for her nipples only piqued my curiosity and arousal.
My erection knocked against my metal chastity belt, and the pain made me dizzy. Why me? Why am I always subjected to these situations? Knowing that there was nothing I could do, I quickly tried to move the conversation along.
“I have no need for your apology,” I replied. “I already offered my forgiveness in the letter that I sent ahead with your messenger.”
“Even so, a direct, verbal apology isn’t the same as a written one,” the duke insisted. “I’ve told you my thoughts already, but I’m truly sorry for what I’ve done, Faust.”