"Hahahaha~!" White steam billowed from Haruka Kasugano's mouth as he transformed into an out-of-control beast, his eyes flashing with a predatory, manic light.
"You arrogant woman, I'm going to break you!"
Consumed by dark impulses, Haruka Kasugano had completely discarded any sense of "gentleness toward the fair sex." He wasn't interested in a romantic conquest of Semiramis anymore. He just wanted to vent his madness. He wanted to take this "Empress," who thought she was above everyone else, and subject her to a fate worse than death.
Semiramis now wore a look of pure pleading. The higher her pride had been before, the more pathetic she looked now. This sight of a fallen Empress only made Haruka Kasugano lose control further.
Rip—!
With a wicked smirk, Haruka Kasugano flicked his hand. The exquisite, high-collared corset dress Semiramis wore was instantly torn into a thousand shreds, fluttering away like broken butterflies. With the dress gone, her porcelain-white, translucent skin was laid bare. Her towering "rabbits" stood proud like two firm cakes, radiating an irresistible charm. Beneath that jade-like skin lay an astounding elasticity and softness.
Her long, ivory legs, as fine as a master's sculpture, were locked tight in front of her, a final shield for her dignity as an Empress.
"No... not this... my Spirit Origin's first time... was meant for Shirou—"
"Stop! Aaaaahhhh—!"
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Semiramis was a beauty of world-shaking proportions. Tall and graceful, every gesture she made exuded a supernatural charm. Standing at a statuesque 169cm, she was like a blooming flower, vivid and dripping with allure. Her long, pale legs were like polished white jade, crystal clear and eye-catching.
Her measurements were nothing short of perfect: an 89cm bust, a 58cm waist, and 87cm hips. This prideful silhouette featured the second-largest bust in the entire Holy Grail War, enough to leave anyone breathless. Her chest was rounded and full, overflowing with feminine mystique. Her waist was as slender as a willow branch, creating a sharp contrast with her hips—a perfect hourglass figure that was devilishly tempting.
Her skin was like silk, glowing with a luster that begged to be touched. But most unforgettable was her innate nobility—like a snow lotus blooming on a high mountain, cold, lonely, and unreachable.
To take a woman like this, who thought she was a god, and pin her down like a farm animal... was there anything more thrilling in the world?
"Let me go... you beast who only thinks with his crotch! Do not defile my royal body!" Semiramis roared in impotent fury.
But it was mere verbal resistance. Pressed against her own throne by Haruka Kasugano's overwhelming strength, she was powerless. Her final defiance was like iron; she clamped her long, rounded legs together like a shield, guarding her last shred of dignity.
It was futile. With his Strength now at A-rank, Haruka Kasugano pried her legs apart as easily as opening a book.
"No..."
"Let me go..."
"Take your filthy hands off me..."
Haruka Kasugano was like a starving wolf. He gripped the "doors of the double-door refrigerator." Although Semiramis used every ounce of strength to keep them shut, they were forced open inch by inch. Finally, those long, exquisite "doors" were pried wide like a broken dam, unable to close again.
Haruka Kasugano reached deep into the "refrigerator," scraping at the "frost" within. As he did, the frost melted into "ice water," flowing out of the grooves.
"AAAAHHH... take your foul hands away..." Semiramis wailed in grievance. Her hands, clad in black silk gloves, slipped uselessly against the cold gold of her throne; she couldn't find any purchase.
Shred—!
Haruka Kasugano tore away the "curtain" draped over the refrigerator—her remaining silk undergarments. Her long, snowy legs, which had never known the touch of sunlight, were fully exposed.
"You aren't allowed to look... you have no right..." Semiramis barked, her pride still talking.
But Haruka Kasugano wasn't just looking; he was already kissing that tender, jade-like skin. So fragrant! Because she was an Empress, her body had been pampered by the resources of an entire nation. Her skin was so fine it would look flawless even under a microscope. Her feet, in particular, were as smooth as her back—a masterpiece of divine carving that could drive a man to madness.
Haruka Kasugano grabbed her dainty feet, kissing her toes. Semiramis felt a jolt of electricity from a part of her body she had never shown anyone; she felt like she was losing her mind.
Haruka Kasugano's other hand gripped one of those towering "cakes." Second only to Reika Rikudou in size, it was too large for one hand to hold. Unlike Reika's "cheap" allure, Semiramis's cakes had never been touched by anyone (save for the two husbands she poisoned)—she was the ultimate trophy for a conqueror.
"AAAAHHH... don't squeeze... the vessel..." Semiramis wailed.
But at the same time, her body—which hadn't felt a man's touch in decades—began to betray her under his ministrations. No... why am I feeling something? He is a lowly being... I should only feel this for Shirou... I cannot fall this low...
But the choice wasn't hers. Haruka Kasugano sat himself down right upon her collarbones. While feeling the incredible softness of the "pomelos" behind him, he used his weight to pin her down. It was the first time anyone had ever sat on her chest. The pressure made her feel like she was suffocating.
From this position, he shoved the "testing swab" into her mouth.
"Mmph-mmph—!"
With his entire weight pressed against her face, Semiramis didn't even have a chance to struggle. Her legs kicked the air uselessly; her hands clawed at the void. She couldn't move as the "key" was forced into the "topmost lock" in the most oppressive way possible. She couldn't even control her own breathing.
Ah~! Aaaah~!
Haruka Kasugano pushed forward relentlessly. Semiramis felt as if her head were being pierced. The supreme Empress never imagined a man would literally "ride over her head."
Splurt—!
Just like that, the "essence" filled Semiramis's topmost lock. The entire "lock" was drenched. Her face was thoroughly "washed." This ultimate humiliation beneath a "beast" shattered her self-esteem.
Next, Haruka Kasugano moved down. He gripped the "large hamburger buns" with both hands and squeezed the "hot dog" between them. The hot dog slider was complete!
Semiramis wanted to cry. Her "cakes" were being treated like this... she wanted to die.
Squish—!
The "cream" from the hot dog slider accidentally squeezed out, coating her face again. Everything is covered in filthy stains... it smells so strong... Her eyes grew vacant; she didn't want to accept this reality.
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Jeanne was watching, shell-shocked. She had never imagined Haruka Kasugano could be this ferocious. He was literally riding the Empress, forcefully "feeding her sugarcane." Watching Semiramis struggle like a bird with clipped wings, Jeanne actually felt a pang of pity.
Semiramis was such a noble existence—usually so poised, elegant, and aristocratic. Now, she was being treated like a common streetwalker, enduring the ultimate humiliation. It was a staggering fall from grace.
"Mmph-mmph—!"
Seeing Semiramis's humiliated state, Jeanne actually felt a strange sense of comfort. Compared to this... Haruka Kasugano had been so much gentler with her.