No, that isn't a reason to forgive him.
Liar... everyone is a liar...
...
Haruka Kasugano couldn't care less about Jeanne's mental breakdown right now. His sole focus was on utterly shattering Semiramis.
High and mighty, are we?
The Empress, are we?
Look at you now—you're nothing but a drowned rat!
After finishing the "hot dog slider," Haruka Kasugano began to officially "taste" Semiramis. He first yanked off her silk gloves and used them as cords, pinning her slender hands behind her back and binding them tight. Then, he threw her down from the throne—or rather, he threw her upper body down while her lower half remained draped over the seat.
In this position, Semiramis's face was pressed against the cold floor. Even those massive, rounded "water balloons" were flattened against the ground into squeezed ovals. Her waist arched like a bridge connecting the floor to the throne—a slender, snowy, supple curve suspended in the air, a sight to behold.
Haruka Kasugano pinned her legs against the throne and gripped those soft, enormous "pomelos."
"Aaah... don't do this... it's so cold..." Semiramis sobbed against the floor. The sensation of being upside down, with half her body weight pressing her face and her "assets" into the hard ground, was agonizing. The rush of blood to her head made her consciousness hazy and dim.
Then, Haruka Kasugano used his fingertips to probe the "keyhole," exploring the secrets within.
"Ah~! Mmph~! Stop it..." With her hands tied behind her back, Semiramis had no way to resist. If she twisted her body, she only caused more pain to the "cushions" bearing her weight. She could only endure it.
"Mmph-mmph—"
Haruka Kasugano wasn't content with just playing with the "front door"; he began to toy with the "back door" as well. As his fingertips pried and pushed inward, Semiramis let out a blood-curdling shriek.
"AAAAHHH—you beast! Why are you... touching there?!"
"What kind of place is that... how dare you..."
Aaah... this man... why is he doing something so disgusting...
Even though I was married twice... neither of my husbands ever touched me there...
No... it hurts!—
Semiramis's "pomelos" were incredibly soft; both her skin and her elasticity were of the highest nobility. And the keyhole of this "back garden"... it was actually cherry-pink! It was clear how soft, smooth, and succulent this place was.
"Your Majesty... this..."
"Could it be... your 'First Chrysanthemum'?"
"SHUT UP!!!" Semiramis's face was scarlet with shame as she cursed him.
"Hahahaha! This is far too exciting!" Haruka Kasugano laughed maniacally. Under the influence of the Noble Phantasm, his true nature had erupted, stripped of all mercy or hypocrisy.
Slap!
He delivered a stinging blow to Semiramis's bottom.
"AAAAHHH—!" She cried out from the pain.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The elastic "cushions" vibrated wildly, a sight that could drive a man to madness. A red handprint appeared, and the surrounding snowy skin flushed deep red. Her skin was indeed incredibly delicate.
"Since no one has ever set foot here, let me be the first to taste the crab!" Haruka Kasugano roared toward the ceiling.
"Stop—" Semiramis's resistance was purely verbal now.
Next, Haruka Kasugano gripped the two halves of the "durian," forcefully prying the rind apart.
"AAAAHHH—!" Semiramis wailed. "Stop it... you bastard... don't do something so vile..."
Powerless, she could only suffer. In moments, the two halves were forced open, revealing the cherry-pink "pit" nestled between them. It was beautiful! In his heightened state of excitement, Haruka Kasugano pressed the "key" against the back door's keyhole.
Because of the contraction of the elastic "slug-like" muscles, the key couldn't enter at first. But Haruka Kasugano was in no mood to be gentle. He pressed forward with all his might against the entrance.
"AAAAHHH—!" Semiramis struggled weakly. That was her final shred of dignity. The scene was like trying to shove a straw through the plastic film of a milk tea cup—the film bounced back several times due to the tension. But once a small opening was forced... it was a straight shot in.
Schlick—
After the sound of liquid splashing, the key finally broke through the entrance. With no further obstacles, it drove deep inside until it was fully submerged within the back door.
Feeling the incredible smoothness and elasticity of the "pomelo" pressed against him, Haruka Kasugano threw his head back and yelled: "Ahhh... it's so tight!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH—!"
Simultaneously, Semiramis let out a shriek like a slaughtered pig. The sensation of a "longsword" piercing her entire body made her wish for death. Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, her red lips pursed in a silent expression of utter humiliation. Her dignity as an Empress was gone. Right now, she was no different from a common bird on the street.
Slap!
Slap, slap, slap!
The key was rhythmically driven into the "durian." The impact against the flesh created a melodious slapping sound.
"Ah~! Aah~! Aaaah—!" Semiramis also began to sing a beautiful song. A streak of red flowed from the back door, trailing along the curves of her flesh and staining her thighs. It was the medal representing the loss of her "First Chrysanthemum"—a medal of honor personally bestowed by the Empress herself!
Semiramis was pinned like a lizard between the throne and the floor, her supple body trembling incessantly. Haruka Kasugano leaned down, pressing his chest against her back to get even closer.
Aaah~!
Semiramis wanted to fight back, but she was spent. She didn't want her beautiful back pressed against a "beast," but it was all in vain.
Ah...
Aah—
Aaah~!
What is happening? Why am I having these... strange sensations?
Semiramis, having never done such a thing, had no idea that a "back garden" could also bloom in the spring.
Strange... so strange... so hot... it's burning... why...
Haruka Kasugano seized the moment to use his [Incitement] skill to bluff her: "Because this is your true nature! You've found the ultimate pleasure in the most 'filthy' of places!"
"I—" Semiramis's eyes grew vacant. I... am I truly such a wretched creature...?
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"Ah! So big?! It hurts! Stop! No!"
Semiramis's seductive eyes were wide as she sang at the top of her lungs. Her delicate frame shivered violently in Haruka Kasugano's embrace. Haruka Kasugano buried his face in her hair; her natural body scent mixed with the rich, sweet-and-sour notes of expensive perfume, creating a unique aphrodisiac aroma.
It spurred him on. Stimulated by her scent, he thrust upward sharply, while simultaneously pulling the "durian" in his hands down onto his "Juque Sword." The friction between the steel-like key and the soft back door created a rhythmic hissing sound.
Since her "cushions" were pressed against the floor, he couldn't easily knead them. Instead, he focused his attention on her dainty, sculpted feet. He bent her long legs back so her calves pointed toward him, making it easier to grab her feet.