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Upload Time ： March 26, 2025
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Tags ： Fallen Princess、Long Series
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The dormitory of the Saint Glory Royal Military Academy, though not as luxurious as the Queen's palace, was spacious and comfortable. Soft beds, clean white sheets, and a faint scent of lavender filled the air. Queen Anna lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the window, outlining her shapely curves.
The humiliations of the day flooded back like a tide. The curious gazes in the square, General Caron's all-knowing smile, and the sickening gossip were like sharp knives, piercing her pride. She felt a strange heat, a desire of the body intertwined with inner humiliation, leaving her feeling incredibly conflicted and tormented.
She had not experienced sexual release for several days. As Queen, she had to remain calm and restrained in public, burying her personal emotions and desires deep within. And now, facing the crisis of the empire, facing Caron's relentless pressure, the burden she bore was even greater. This pressure was like invisible shackles, imprisoning her body and mind, making her feel suffocated.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The cravings of her body grew stronger and stronger, as if to break free from the constraints of reason. She bit her lip, cursing herself in a low voice: "Incompetent slut! At a time like this, you actually..."
She suddenly sat up, tearing off the flimsy chainmail bikini she was wearing, letting the moonlight bathe her naked body. "Look all you want," she whispered mockingly to the empty room, to the imagined gazes, "Isn't this what you wanted? A weak and incompetent queen, who can only please you with her body..."
Her voice was full of pain and despair, and a hint of barely perceptible defiance. She knew it was a self-destructive indulgence, but she couldn't control herself. She needed release, needed liberation, even if that liberation was only temporary numbness.
The moonlight shone quietly in the room, witnessing the Queen's vulnerability and struggle. She was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, seeking a moment of solace in despair. She knew that tomorrow, she would still have to wear the mask of the Queen and continue this cruel game of power. But at this moment, she just wanted to be a real woman, a woman who could freely release her desires.
The humiliations of the day flooded back like a tide. The curious gazes in the square, General Caron's all-knowing smile, and the sickening gossip were like sharp knives, piercing her pride. She felt a strange heat, a desire of the body intertwined with inner humiliation, leaving her feeling incredibly conflicted and tormented.
She had not experienced sexual release for several days. As Queen, she had to remain calm and restrained in public, burying her personal emotions and desires deep within. And now, facing the crisis of the empire, facing Caron's relentless pressure, the burden she bore was even greater. This pressure was like invisible shackles, imprisoning her body and mind, making her feel suffocated.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The cravings of her body grew stronger and stronger, as if to break free from the constraints of reason. She bit her lip, cursing herself in a low voice: "Incompetent slut! At a time like this, you actually..."
She suddenly sat up, tearing off the flimsy chainmail bikini she was wearing, letting the moonlight bathe her naked body. "Look all you want," she whispered mockingly to the empty room, to the imagined gazes, "Isn't this what you wanted? A weak and incompetent queen, who can only please you with her body..."
Her voice was full of pain and despair, and a hint of barely perceptible defiance. She knew it was a self-destructive indulgence, but she couldn't control herself. She needed release, needed liberation, even if that liberation was only temporary numbness.
The moonlight shone quietly in the room, witnessing the Queen's vulnerability and struggle. She was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, seeking a moment of solace in despair. She knew that tomorrow, she would still have to wear the mask of the Queen and continue this cruel game of power. But at this moment, she just wanted to be a real woman, a woman who could freely release her desires.