"Sigghh, finally I am home." Mother Veny tiredly opened the door and immediately saw the footwear scattered everywhere in a messy pile. "Geez, these guys can't even take care of their own things."
She neatly placed them aside, organizing the chaos, and shouted loudly into the house, "I am home, Husband! Julia, where are you guys?"
Mother Veny walked inside, put her heavy bag on the kitchen shelf with a thud, and headed downward toward the bedroom. A familiar, musky scent hit her as she came near the door. The bedroom door was slightly open, just a crack, and muffled sounds leaked out into the hallway.
"Uh... uh... Ah... hmm! Husband... Veny came... please give me rest... umm... ah... ah!"
Esjar fucked Julia hard, his hips driving forward with powerful thrusts. She clung desperately to his broad chest in his strong embrace, her body rocking and bouncing with every deep thrust of his thick cock inside her.
"Uh... uh... uh... ummm..."
Suddenly, Julia's eyes opened and she noticed Veny peeking through the gap in the door, her eyes wide and fixed on them, watching intently. "Heehh, look who is here, Husband. Bring that woman inside..." Julia said breathlessly between moans.
Esjar followed her gaze and saw his wife too. He gently placed Julia down on the bed so she could rest and catch her breath, then turned around. Completely naked, his muscular body on full display, he walked toward the door like a titan. His heavy cock was still glistening with Julia's wetness, swaying as he moved. He opened the door fully and found his wife Veny sitting on the ground outside, breathing hard, her face flushed.
"Oh, Husband... haha, sorry I got late. You guys continue. I will cook something for you," Veny stammered nervously, trying to stand. Her gaze dropped involuntarily to Esjar's wet cock, still hard and ready. She gulped nervously, her throat suddenly dry. She stood up slowly on shaky legs and turned to leave quickly.
But Esjar pulled her inside instantly with one strong arm, wrapping it around her from behind. He whispered warmly against her ear, his breath hot on her skin, "Hey, my beautiful wife. Looks like you worked hard today. Why not let your husband make you feel good?"
He kissed her naked shoulder tenderly, his lips soft and warm, and fondled her large breasts through the fabric of her clothing, squeezing them gently.
"Ummm... Husband... aaaa... aaa..." Veny melted into his touch immediately, her body going weak as she let him do as he pleased.
Esjar quickly pulled her off-shoulder top down, exposing her chest, and cupped her now bare breasts with both hands, feeling their weight. "Hmm, my wife is so sexy," he murmured appreciatively, kissing her neck as he slowly guided her forward toward the bed where Julia waited.
Julia sat up on the bed, smiling softly with heavy-lidded eyes. She reached out and helped bring Veny closer, then removed her top completely, tossing it aside. She kissed Veny's soft belly gently, her lips trailing across the skin.
"Hmmmm... Julia... Julia..." Veny moaned, grabbing Julia's head with both hands and pressing her harder against her skin, wanting more.
Julia slid Veny's pants down next with careful hands, pulling them all the way off and leaving her completely naked and exposed. SLURP! SLURP! Julia tasted her pussy eagerly, her tongue exploring every fold.
"Uuhh... huuu... aahhh... ahhh..."
After a while, Veny sat down on the bed, her back pressed against Julia who hugged her from behind. Esjar's hard cock stood proudly right in front of her face, thick and ready.
"Taste it, Veny. My husband and I... all together," Julia whispered playfully in her ear, her breath tickling. From behind, she slid her fingers inside Veny's already wet pussy, moving them slowly, and fondled her breast with the other hand, pinching the nipple.
"Ummm..." Veny slowly took Esjar's cock into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it. SLURP! SLURP! She sucked eagerly, tasting both him and feel Julia hands.
"Good, good wife," Esjar praised softly, his voice thick with pleasure. He held her head gently with both hands and caressed her flushed cheeks with his thumbs.
After a while, Veny stopped sucking his cock and pulled back, taking a breather. She gasped for air, her lips wet and swollen.
"Now, my wife Veny, show me your wet pussy," Esjar ordered with a low, hungry growl that sent shivers down her spine.
Veny and Julia lay down on top of each other, their soft breasts pressed together, nipples touching. Veny, embarrassed yet deeply aroused, spread her legs open wide, exposing herself completely.
AAHHH! AAHHH!! AHHH!!! Uummm... She cried out loudly as Esjar entered her hard, filling her completely with one powerful thrust. She kissed Julia beneath her passionately, their tongues meeting as their bodies moved together.
The loud, passionate voices kept coming from the room, echoing through the house. Veny still had more work to do this night. Her night was long... and so were her husband and wife, their pleasure stretching into the early hours.
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"Ugh, I am bored," Princess Natlia sighed heavily. "Those guys must be having fun, leaving this young woman all alone here in this huge, empty palace. I feel quite lonely."
She hugged her soft pillow tightly against her chest, glancing around the vast, cold room. Her mind raced through the memories of last night—the attack, the danger, the fear. Her body shivered uncontrollably with that lingering fear, and her thoughts were on the verge of spiraling out of control when suddenly—
TYRR! TYYRRR!
A cute black-and-purple creature with two fluffy tails flew in happily through the window.
"TYRRRAAA! Where did you go? Always playing around. Come here, you little rascal!"
Natlia instantly brightened, her whole face lighting up with joy. She jumped up from her bed and chased Tyra around the room enthusiastically as the little creature zipped and bounced playfully through the air, dodging her grabbing hands.
Suddenly, Tyra stopped mid-flight and landed directly on her head, bouncing excitedly up and down. TYR! TYR! TYR! TYR!
"Hmm? What? Why are you so excited?" Natlia asked curiously, trying to look up at the creature on her head.
Then a voice came from outside her door. "Princess Natlia, Master Zack has come to stay here tonight and wanted to meet you!"
"Huh?! Zack? Ummm... Zack here?!" Kyyyaaaaa!
Natlia jumped up and down like Tyra, pure joy bursting out of her entire body. She rushed toward the door immediately, wanting to meet him as soon as possible, but then she suddenly caught her reflection in the large mirror.
"GUHH!!!" Her hair was messy and tangled, her wrinkled pajamas were far from cute, and her face was flushed red from running around.
KYYAAAAA!! Now it was a fearful scream of horror. "Umm! Please tell him to wait! I will call him soon!" she shouted to the maid outside.
She frantically rummaged through her closet, searching desperately for the perfect cute outfit. "Hehe, he is going to sleep here? Hehe, I am so happy, very happpyyyyy, Tyyrraa! Today night will be the best night of my LIFFFEE, hehehe!"
Natlia ran around her room fixing herself with determination. Her face glowed brightly with happiness, filling the once silent and cold room with warmth and life.
"Queen Mother, sorry for coming late without notice," Zack said as he bowed respectfully and continued seriously, "But I found out some things this evening, so I came here to make sure nothing happens."
Queen stood tall and elegant with the little princess beside her, listening carefully to everything that had happened today.
Queen Mother simply pulled him into a tight, warm hug without hesitation. "Sorry, my son. You kids are having such a hard time because of this incompetent mother," she said sadly, her voice breaking slightly as she hugged him tighter.
"No, Queen Mother. Everything is okay," Zack replied gently, patting her back reassuringly. "That's what friends and family do—stand with each other in times of need. Otherwise, we are just strangers passing by."
"Sigghhh, my cute little Zack saying such big, wise things to your mother. Are you already more mature than me?" Queen Mother teased warmly, pinching his cheek playfully with a soft smile.
"Ummm... is everyone okay?" the little princess asked quietly, her voice heavy with guilt and worry.
Zack smiled softly at her and pulled her into a warm hug. "Don't worry, Little Hanna. Everyone is okay—even Alfie is doing fine. Throw away your worry, or your cute face will grow old and wrinkly like Grandpa's."
Zack teased while hugging her tight against his chest.
"Guaa! Big Brother Zack, don't say such scary things! I was just born yesterday, okayyy!!" the little princess giggled happily as she lightly hit his back with her small fists.
"Hahaha, sure, sure—you were just born yesterday," Zack smiled warmly, then suddenly lifted her up high and spun her around in a full circle.
"Kyyaaa! Hahaha, Big Brother, my head is spinning! Stop that!!" the little princess shouted, though her laughter made it crystal clear she was enjoying every second of it.
"Hehehe, today Little Princess is going on a trip around the worlllddd!" Zack spun her even faster, making her squeal.
"Kyyyaaa! Hehehhe! Mootthhheerrr, tell him to stooopppp!"
Queen Mother sat down on her chair with a warm, loving smile and watched them play together, her heart full.
"Geez, why are you making so much ruckus here?" Princess Natlia finally appeared, fully prepared and ready.
"Oh my, look at my daughter," Queen said, her eyes widening in surprise seeing Natlia's outfit.
Natlia wore a very light, slim, full-sleeve pajama shirt that barely reached her crotch, the fabric thin and almost see-through. One strong gust of wind and it would fly up completely, exposing everything. Beneath it, she wore tiny pajama shorts that were almost invisible, completely covered by her long shirt. It made it seem like she wore nothing at all as a lower garment.
Zack saw her and slowly stopped spinning the little princess, setting her down gently on the floor. Little princess wobbled on unsteady feet, trying to regain her balance.
Natlia walked over confidently with a sway in her hips and hugged Zack's arm with one hand, pressing it against her side. She positioned it so his fingers grazed her soft, bare thighs, not minding this contact at all—in fact, enjoying it.
"Hey, Zack. You should have told me sooner if you were coming to see me. And why are you playing here when you came for me? Stop playing with this old lady and come with me." She stuck her tongue out playfully at her mother and hugged his arm even tighter.
"Ara, this old lady still knows how to take care of herself at all times," Queen Mother replied smoothly with a knowing smile. "Zack, do you know if you had gone directly to her room, then you... huumm huummmm..."
Queen got cut off abruptly before finishing as Natlia rushed forward and shut her mouth with both hands. "Geez, Mother, don't say rude things to Zack! And you, don't listen to her nonsense!"
Natlia bent forward slightly to cover her mother's mouth better, making her shirt ride up just enough to reveal a glimpse of her lower belly and the tight mini shorts hugging her ass firmly, showing off her curves.
"UGHH!" Zack, completely embarrassed and flustered, turned around quickly. "Fine, fine, let's go. Don't trouble Queen Mother and let her rest."
He started walking away quickly. Natlia immediately hugged his arm again possessively and went with him, practically skipping.
"GUUAAA! That shameless sister of mine—not wearing anything proper!!!" Little Princess finally noticed the revealing outfit clearly.
"Haha, let her be. She can enjoy herself while he is here. It's good for her," Queen said gently, patting Little Princess's head with affection. "Don't you also do this in front of Alfie?"
"GUHHH! What are you talking about? I don't wear outfits like this in front of ANYONE! Don't put baseless accusations on me, MOOTHHHEERR!!" Little Princess pouted angrily, her ears turning bright red like ripe apples.
"Heheh, my two daughters are so cute." Queen hugged her warmly, putting playful weight on her small body.
"OOWW, Mother, you are heavy! Get off me!"
"Ara, calling your mother fat, you little rascal? Take this!" Queen started tickling her sides mercilessly.
"Hahaha! Motthhherrr!!!!"
Laughter rang through the room as the two happy people walked away down the hallway, reaching a beautiful sightseeing balcony with comfortable benches overlooking the royal garden. Wind rattled the glass gently, but inside, everything felt peaceful and safe.
Zack and Natlia sat together on the bench. She still hugged his arm tightly, pressing it against her chest while listening quietly as he told her everything that happened today—leaving out the more sensual parts with the tunnel women, of course.
Thinking about those moments again, Zack secretly glanced down at her thighs. Sitting down like this, her shorts were completely hidden beneath the long shirt, making her smooth legs look fully bare and naked.
"Sigghhh, let's look at the real sky," Zack muttered, forcing his gaze upward, trying desperately to control the heat rising in his body.
"Hmm... it looks like people are desperate to eliminate us," Natlia said sadly, her head hanging down. "Zack, tell me... did we do something wrong?"
Zack gently patted her head with his free hand. "There is nothing wrong with any of you. Queen Mother has done great things for this place, and even you are doing your best. It's just... people are greedy by nature. They want everything they can grab, no matter who it hurts."
He continued softly, his voice warm, "For now, you have to stay strong. Everyone is doing their best to help, so you have to do your best too, Natlia."
He stopped patting her head and let silence settle for a moment between them.
"Hmm. I understand. I will stay strong and not let anyone take this city from us." Natlia's eyes now shone brightly with renewed confidence and determination.
"Hehe, good, good. That's the spirit. In the future, we may need your help, so make sure to be at the top of your game, understand, soldier?" Zack said in a mock commander voice.
"Yes, Commander!" Natlia shouted back enthusiastically. "Hahahha!" Then they both burst into laughter together.
"So... did you act like this in front of those tunnel ladies too? And... how much did you see of them?" Natlia asked suddenly, her voice still light but with an edge to it.
"Haha, no, no. I was stricter with them—like an emotionless, brutal leader. They did come inside while I was bathing and showed me their naked bodies, but I held on. I didn't touch them on my own accord. But they still touc—guuhh..."
Suddenly Zack felt true, genuine fear—a killing intent washing over him like ice water. He didn't dare to look beside him. His arm was slowly getting crushed by a slim but surprisingly strong hand, her grip tightening painfully.
"Ohhhhh, so they still stick to you, haan?" Natlia said with a sweet smile, but her eyes were dark—very, very dark and dangerous. "So, tell me, Zack. What did you do? Did you enjoy their naked bodies? Did you sleep with them? Do you love them? Do you want to marry them? Do you want to have babies with them? Tell me, Zack. Why are you so quiet?" Her voice turned scary, asking many questions rapidly, making Zack sweat buckets of water from his head.
"Haha, how can that be, Natlia? I haven't done all those things, nor am I planning to. It just happened—they got close to me because I need them to find clues there. Since I am new and don't have much time to spare, and I also don't want to get too close to everyone there, so I just... you know, using them for information. Nothing else, I swear."
Zack spoke slowly and clearly, making absolutely sure she heard every single word.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm..." Natlia stared at him intensely like a predator eyeing prey.
"Fine, fine. I forgive you." She calmed down suddenly but still squeezed his hand tightly as a warning. "Geez, take a bath after we are done talking. I don't want those filthy women's smell on you!!" she ordered firmly.
"But I already—"
Zack stopped mid-sentence when he saw her glaring at him with fire in her eyes.
"Okay, ma'am!" he said meekly, backing down completely.
Seeing this, she finally relaxed her grip. "So... did you come here today feeling guilty of what you did?" Natlia smiled teasingly, her mood shifting again.
"Guh! No, no! Big sister sent me to check on you and guard you. That's why I came," Zack said hurriedly, defending himself.
"Huhh! That witch would never send you to me willingly. It's fine. You know... it's okay to admit you feel guilty. You know I love you, right? And that's why you feel guilty about those women. But I also know you don't share the same feelings for me—at least not yet. So don't put pressure on yourself. Seeing you taking care of me is enough for now. No matter how many women you get in the future, I will be the first one of yours. Do you understand, Zackkk?"
Natlia declared it confidently like a challenge, her voice strong. Zack, his face completely red with embarrassment, just nodded silently.
As Natlia continued her teasing and love confessions, making Zack squirm, on the outside Queen and Little Princess were still sitting together when they heard footsteps in the hallway.
"Umm, Queen, someone came to see Princess Natlia..." a maid said hesitantly, her voice nervous.
THUUPP!! "Move aside, bitch! What's with this slow motion? I am your future master, so treat me like that!"
Queen Mother's eyes widened in shock and anger.
"Mr. Kane, what is the reason for your sudden visit? And please don't treat my maids so improperly," Queen said firmly, standing tall and regal as Little Princess quickly helped the fallen maid up gently.
"Hey there, Mother-in-law. I just came to visit my sweet fiancée. Where is she? Forget it—I'll go to her myself."
Kane walked past arrogantly, licking his lips lewdly with a disgusting expression.
But THAAPP! Queen grabbed his arm tightly, her grip strong. "Mr. Kane, it is very late at night, and she is busy talking to her friend. You are her fiancé in name only—you do not own her. Please don't make trouble for us and leave for today!"
Queen spoke with slight anger but still maintained a respectful tone, trying to keep peace.
"Hmmm." Kane touched her arm and forced her to release him with rough strength. Then, in a loud, commanding voice that echoed through the hall, "QUEEN, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A SEAT!!"
Queen shuddered in shock, her body freezing.
"What? Didn't you hear me? Sit. Sit. Let's have a talk. Nothing else."
Kane pushed her down forcefully by the shoulder, not letting go of his grip. "Queen, I get it—you are not happy with this marriage. But ISN'T THIS THE SAME THING THAT HAPPENED TO YOUUU?!"
He leaned closer, his breath foul. "You—a top Crown candidate—couldn't get any real power during your ceremony. You barely controlled the Heart Machine and were forcibly married to someone else. Sadly, he died early. But don't you get it? Isn't this YOUR FAULT that the same exact thing is happening to your own daughter? Who couldn't even control the simple machine properly? KEKEKEKEKEK."
Kane toyed with the hem of her cream-colored, half-sleeve nightgown near her shoulder, pinching the fabric between his fingers inappropriately.
The Queen's mind went completely blank. It was true—there was no denying it anymore. She knew, deep down in her heart, that it was because of her that her daughter had ended up in this terrible situation.
Ah…
Her thoughts shattered like broken glass, and suddenly her mind was dragged back violently into the past—memories she had buried long ago, tried to forget. Faces of people she'd loved and lost, promises she couldn't keep, helpless moments where she'd failed... all of them resurfaced at once, flooding her consciousness. Her vision blurred as tears slowly welled up in her eyes, but she didn't bother to wipe them away. She couldn't move.
She couldn't even react when Kane touched her inappropriately, his fingers trailing along her shoulder. Her body felt numb, distant, as if it no longer belonged to her. Her thoughts were racing far too fast for her to scream or resist.
It's true… it's my fault.
If only she had been stronger back then. If only she had obtained real power. If she had done something—anything different—her daughter wouldn't be suffering like this now. The guilt crushed her chest, making it hard to breathe, suffocating her.
I failed…
She had failed as a Queen. Failed as a mother. Failed to protect the one person she was supposed to shield from the cruelty of the world.
"But… but…" her thoughts faltered, breaking apart as her heart twisted in unbearable agony.
Agh…!
The weight of regret pressed down on her, heavy and merciless, drowning her. Silent tears slid down her face—tears for a past she could never change, and for a future she feared she no longer deserved.
Seeing this broken expression, Kane's smile widened into something cruel and satisfied.
"This city is under the Empire of Echor—" he said slowly, his voice dripping with contempt and mockery. "A stupid, forgotten wilderness island that crawled out of nowhere. The only land even remotely tied to you is our Land of Dreath, where you sell your filthy little goods just to scrape together a few miserable coins for your pathetic people."
He scoffed, shaking his head in disgust.
"Even if you wanted to trade elsewhere, what exactly can you do?" Kane stepped closer, his eyes cold and mocking. "You don't even possess a proper fleet of flying vessels capable of reaching distant empires. No routes. No protection. No leverage. No power."
He spread his hands mockingly, as if presenting an obvious truth. "What choices do you really have left? Us… or nothing."
His smile sharpened like a blade as his tone grew darker and more menacing.
"You could, of course, cut ties and try your luck with other empires," he said softly, almost kindly—then his voice thundered, echoing with pure menace. "BUT CAN YOUR LITTLE ISLAND WITHSTAND THE WRATH OF A MIGHTY EMPIRE?"
His gaze bored into her like a blade piercing flesh.
"Because once you step out of line, Queen, your island won't be forgotten anymore. It will be erased. Completely wiped from existence."
He slowly pulled her nightgown sideways until the edge of her shining naked shoulder came fully into view, exposing her smooth skin, making one side of her shoulder completely bare.
"I am not really interested in you—you're too old and used. So why not let the younger, fresher version of yourself handle this? Hehehhehe."
"Hey, you filthy maid—bring me to Natlia. Now."
Kane left Queen sitting there in complete shock, unable to move or speak, her mind shattered.
"I am sorry... I am sorry... such a pitiful woman I am. I am the worst queen and made my daughter suffer even more... I... I... should just d—MOTTHHERRR!!"
Little Princess rushed over desperately, fixed her mother's dress quickly with shaking hands, and shouted, "Mother, don't cry! It's okay! I am here, and Brother Zack will take care of her. So don't cry, please, please!"
Tears streamed down Little Princess's face as fear gripped her heart seeing her mother like this—so broken, so defeated.
"Ahh!" Queen snapped out of her shock and immediately hugged her daughter tightly against her chest. "Sorry, my dear, for letting you see me like this. It's okay. Mother is okay, I am okay. And so will your big sister be."
She looked toward the direction where Kane had gone, praying silently with all her heart that nothing would go wrong.
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END OF CHAPTER
Author Blabbering
Trauma, bad memories, forgotten regrets—all of these lie quietly within us, needing only the smallest spark to rise and overwhelm us in seconds. We push them deep down, convincing ourselves we've forgotten, pretending they never existed. But they remain there, patient and unhealed, waiting.
Everyone carries something. Just because a wound doesn't hurt one person doesn't mean it won't hurt another. Pain doesn't follow a scale, and it doesn't need permission to be valid. Small or large, loud or silent—every pain matters.
In the end, there may not be a perfect cure. We learn only to live with it: by ignoring it until it fades into the background, or by accepting it and allowing it to become a part of who we are. Either way, it walks beside us, shaping us, reminding us that we are alive.