Chapter 57: Lies And Death

"If you haven't learned from our last encounter, let me remind you with another lesson about the consequences of being caught in such a slutty dress."

With determination, he seized the neckline of her nightie and tore it apart, rending the fabric from her body in a swift motion.

The torn fabric fell away, exposing her ample breasts and glistening wet pussy to his hungry gaze.

Alice gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment and arousal at once.

"Kaisen-kun! My nighti—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Kaisen seized her tits and delivered a sharp slap, eliciting a loud cry from her lips.

"AHH!"

She moaned, the sting shooting through her body like electricity.

"Kaisen-kun, ple-please. They'll get red. Mmmm..."

"That's the point. So everyone can know you're my slut."

He slapped her tits again and again, making her moan louder each time, her pussy dripping with excitement.

Then, quick as a cat, he climbed off her and grabbed both her legs, hoisting them onto his shoulders.

"Let me show you what men will do to you if they catch you like this."

He positioned himself at her entrance, then thrust inside without a moment's hesitation.

"AHHHHHHHH! Kaisen-kun!"

Alice cried out, arching her back as her toes curled in ecstasy.

Kaisen's sizable member stretched her insides, filling her up completely.

"Ka-Kaisen-kun...so...so big."

She stammered breathlessly, overwhelmed by the sensation.

He paid no heed to her pleas for pleasure or cries of pain, and instead began to pound into her relentlessly.

With each forceful thrust, he felt her pussy walls tighten around him, driving him to push harder.

For some reason, he was filled with anger, and he took it out on her, choosing her as his outlet.

His thrusts grew more aggressive, matching the increasing volume of Alice's moans.

"Ka-Kaisen-kun... stop, pl-please. AHH!"

Her cries were desperate, her hands clutching the bedsheets tightly in a futile attempt to anchor herself.

Kaisen paid no heed, continuing to pound into her like a wild animal.

He asked, smiling softly.

"Bec-because Kaisen-kun came at the perfect time. I-I was having a bad day a-and you just came like a god in front of a beggar. I'm so happy to be with you, to just lay my head on your chest just like this. Thank you, Kaisen-kun."

Alice said, her cheeks burning brighter and her eyes sparkling.

"Ha, ha, ha. Me too, Alice-san. Me too. I'm happy too."

He lied, and Alice buried her face in his chest.

"By the way, Kaisen-kun. What were you really doing at night? Were you 'really' here to see me, or did you just come because I was nearby?"

Her question hung in the air, and a heavy silence settled over the room.

His hand froze on her ass cheek as he pondered how to respond.

She wasn't even looking at his face, yet he felt her scrutiny like a weight upon him.

She must have known he was in the princess's room.

This felt like a test, a moment where honesty would be crucial.

He checked her emotional status again and this time it was in danger zone.

[Emotion: Can become the most evil woman or can become a loving yandere]

'I think the fate of the world depends on my answer.'

"Alice-san...do you remember the princess was absent during the dinner and the queen telling she had some medical emergency?"

His hand moved gently through her hair as he spoke.

Alice looked up at him, her gaze intense as she slowly crawled on top of him, positioning herself eye to eye with him.

It was as if she were a lie detector, waiting for his answer.

"Yes, I remember."

Alice replied, her eyes piercing his soul.

Kaisen gulped nervously.

"Well, turns out, she has a crooked leg. Which is extremely painful for her when she walks or stands up for a longer period."

"Crooked legs? Her?"

Alice suddenly burst into laughter, but it wasn't the joyous kind.

It sounded more like the cackle of a wicked witch who just found out her curse had worked perfectly.

And just as abruptly as it started, her laughter came to a screeching halt, as if someone had slammed the brakes on a speeding car with an iron rod through the wheels.

"Oh, my... the princess... that sweet lady is a cripple? Who would've thought that pretty woman, not as pretty as me, would be crippled?"