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Upload Time ： March 26, 2025
Number of Images ： 8 images
Tags ： Fallen Princess、Long Series
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The next morning, flags fluttered in the wind and the atmosphere was solemn in the plaza of the Royal Military Academy of Holy Radiance. Queen Anna stood on the high platform, preparing to deliver a speech on orc combat strategies. She wore the controversial chainmail bikini from yesterday, its cold sheen glinting in the sunlight.
"The orcs' atrocities against us are countless..." Queen Anna's voice was clear and strong, echoing in the plaza.
However, before she could finish, several discordant jeers erupted from the front rows: "Your Majesty, could you please...specify what atrocities?" The tone was full of mockery and provocation.
Queen Anna's heart sank. Those memories, suppressed in the depths of her mind, flooded back like a tide. The darkness and despair of the orc prisoner-of-war camp haunted her like a nightmare, making it difficult to breathe. She couldn't face it, nor could she make those unbearable experiences public.
She was silent for a moment, struggling to control her trembling voice, and continued, "They burn, kill, and plunder, committing all kinds of evil..."
"Didn't your armor protect you?" Another suggestive voice came from the crowd.
Queen Anna ignored these provocations, forcing herself to concentrate and continue her speech. She knew she had to remain calm, had to project the majesty and determination of a queen.
"We must unite to defeat these brutal enemies..."
"Watch your step when speaking, Your Majesty." This seemingly helpful reminder was like a sharp needle, pricking Queen Anna's most sensitive nerve. The humiliating experience of being attacked by a strange black magic tentacle monster on the stage earlier, being penetrated through both holes in front of everyone, flashed through her mind like lightning.
She stopped abruptly, instinctively reaching down to pull at her chainmail panties, wanting to protect her private parts. This gesture caused a wrinkle to form on the sexy, voluptuous flesh around her crotch, making it particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.
The plaza was silent, all eyes focused on Queen Anna. She felt a strange sense of shame and anger, but she tried to maintain the dignity of a queen, took a deep breath, and continued her speech. She knew she couldn't fall, she had to keep fighting for the empire, for her people. This speech, for her, was not just a political declaration, but a battle against the demons within herself.
"The orcs' atrocities against us are countless..." Queen Anna's voice was clear and strong, echoing in the plaza.
However, before she could finish, several discordant jeers erupted from the front rows: "Your Majesty, could you please...specify what atrocities?" The tone was full of mockery and provocation.
Queen Anna's heart sank. Those memories, suppressed in the depths of her mind, flooded back like a tide. The darkness and despair of the orc prisoner-of-war camp haunted her like a nightmare, making it difficult to breathe. She couldn't face it, nor could she make those unbearable experiences public.
She was silent for a moment, struggling to control her trembling voice, and continued, "They burn, kill, and plunder, committing all kinds of evil..."
"Didn't your armor protect you?" Another suggestive voice came from the crowd.
Queen Anna ignored these provocations, forcing herself to concentrate and continue her speech. She knew she had to remain calm, had to project the majesty and determination of a queen.
"We must unite to defeat these brutal enemies..."
"Watch your step when speaking, Your Majesty." This seemingly helpful reminder was like a sharp needle, pricking Queen Anna's most sensitive nerve. The humiliating experience of being attacked by a strange black magic tentacle monster on the stage earlier, being penetrated through both holes in front of everyone, flashed through her mind like lightning.
She stopped abruptly, instinctively reaching down to pull at her chainmail panties, wanting to protect her private parts. This gesture caused a wrinkle to form on the sexy, voluptuous flesh around her crotch, making it particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.
The plaza was silent, all eyes focused on Queen Anna. She felt a strange sense of shame and anger, but she tried to maintain the dignity of a queen, took a deep breath, and continued her speech. She knew she couldn't fall, she had to keep fighting for the empire, for her people. This speech, for her, was not just a political declaration, but a battle against the demons within herself.