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Upload Time ： March 26, 2025
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Tags ： Fallen Princess、Long Series
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"Now, let's welcome Her Majesty the Queen for a swordsmanship demonstration!"
Queen Anna's swordsmanship was not entirely useless, but because her identity and status were no longer what they once were. Devoid of all composure, Queen Anna collapsed in the central plaza of the Holy Radiance Military Academy. The cold flagstones bit into her skin, but that was nothing compared to the chill roiling in her heart. The morning sun shone mercilessly upon her, like so many sharp blades, stripping away the last vestiges of her dignity. People came and went in the plaza, and their curious gazes stung her like needles. She felt like a bird stripped of its feathers, exposed to all eyes, judged and scrutinized.
Her skirt was stained with dirt and dust, clinging to her body in wrinkles, making her appear even more disheveled. She tried to curl up, to conceal the curves of her body, but found she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. The humiliation of the previous night washed over her like a tide: Karon's mocking voice, his contemptuous gaze, his fingers roaming over her body... every detail was etched clearly in her mind, making her wish she could disappear into the ground.
She could feel the sticky wetness beneath her, the mark of humiliation, proof of her powerlessness. The feeling made her nauseous, ashamed beyond words. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill over, but found it was a futile struggle. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold flagstones, shattering like her heart in that moment.
The surrounding whispers reached her ears, each word like a sharp knife, piercing her pride. She knew they were talking about her, mocking her, despising her. The feeling was more unbearable than physical pain, making her wish she could die right then and there.
However, this was the central plaza of the Holy Radiance Military Academy, bustling with people. She couldn't break down here, couldn't display her weakness. She had to rebuild her self-esteem, pick up the broken pieces of her dignity, and piece together a barely intact facade. She took a deep breath, trying to control her trembling body, to stop the tears from flowing.
She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and tried to suppress all her emotions. However, her body's instincts could not be completely suppressed by reason. An unspeakable restlessness surged within her, making her shudder. She knew it was a twisted pleasure, formed from the intersection of shame and humiliation.
From an unobserved angle, when her buttocks were not facing the crowd, she would imperceptibly clench her legs, allowing some of the secretions accumulated between her thighs to leak out. In the spasms of orgasm, she briefly escaped reality, escaped the suffocating pain and humiliation. It was a way of self-soothing, and a way of self-punishment. She struggled in this contradictory feeling, like a trapped beast unable to find a way out. Suppressing the tears was as futile as suppressing the secretions between her thighs. The warm liquid flowed out uncontrollably, soaking her cheeks and her groin. She felt a despair that reached deep into her bones, wanting to cry out loud, wanting to tear at her hair, wanting to vent all the pain and humiliation. She began to loathe herself, to loathe her weakness, to loathe her incompetence, to loathe being so trampled upon.
Queen Anna's swordsmanship was not entirely useless, but because her identity and status were no longer what they once were. Devoid of all composure, Queen Anna collapsed in the central plaza of the Holy Radiance Military Academy. The cold flagstones bit into her skin, but that was nothing compared to the chill roiling in her heart. The morning sun shone mercilessly upon her, like so many sharp blades, stripping away the last vestiges of her dignity. People came and went in the plaza, and their curious gazes stung her like needles. She felt like a bird stripped of its feathers, exposed to all eyes, judged and scrutinized.
Her skirt was stained with dirt and dust, clinging to her body in wrinkles, making her appear even more disheveled. She tried to curl up, to conceal the curves of her body, but found she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. The humiliation of the previous night washed over her like a tide: Karon's mocking voice, his contemptuous gaze, his fingers roaming over her body... every detail was etched clearly in her mind, making her wish she could disappear into the ground.
She could feel the sticky wetness beneath her, the mark of humiliation, proof of her powerlessness. The feeling made her nauseous, ashamed beyond words. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill over, but found it was a futile struggle. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold flagstones, shattering like her heart in that moment.
The surrounding whispers reached her ears, each word like a sharp knife, piercing her pride. She knew they were talking about her, mocking her, despising her. The feeling was more unbearable than physical pain, making her wish she could die right then and there.
However, this was the central plaza of the Holy Radiance Military Academy, bustling with people. She couldn't break down here, couldn't display her weakness. She had to rebuild her self-esteem, pick up the broken pieces of her dignity, and piece together a barely intact facade. She took a deep breath, trying to control her trembling body, to stop the tears from flowing.
She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and tried to suppress all her emotions. However, her body's instincts could not be completely suppressed by reason. An unspeakable restlessness surged within her, making her shudder. She knew it was a twisted pleasure, formed from the intersection of shame and humiliation.
From an unobserved angle, when her buttocks were not facing the crowd, she would imperceptibly clench her legs, allowing some of the secretions accumulated between her thighs to leak out. In the spasms of orgasm, she briefly escaped reality, escaped the suffocating pain and humiliation. It was a way of self-soothing, and a way of self-punishment. She struggled in this contradictory feeling, like a trapped beast unable to find a way out. Suppressing the tears was as futile as suppressing the secretions between her thighs. The warm liquid flowed out uncontrollably, soaking her cheeks and her groin. She felt a despair that reached deep into her bones, wanting to cry out loud, wanting to tear at her hair, wanting to vent all the pain and humiliation. She began to loathe herself, to loathe her weakness, to loathe her incompetence, to loathe being so trampled upon.