Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

However, Ryūka was the 'pilot' inside, while Hetia was curled up inside the 'shield'...

"Ughhhhhh!! (What is this?!)"

After Ryukyu and Hetia were connected by ice blocks, the air Ryukyu left inside also connected, making them feel like they were hiding together in a refrigerator. However, one person's posture was rather pitiful…

Her muffled voice, penetrating the stockings covering her mouth and nose, reached Ryukatsu's ears...

"Isn't he handsome?"

"Ughhhhhh!!! (You're so handsome!!!)"

Ignoring Hetia's insults, Ryuka even clumsily pulled a magic crystal ball from the bag hanging on the saddle with his 'robot' fingers and recorded the video of the two of them forming this strange combination...

After recording about a dozen strange videos, Ryuka complained, "My arm is a little tired..." and then tossed the Hetia Shield aside, dispelling the useless magic that only had an appearance.

"Pfft! Ugh!!! Of course it's tiring! You're carrying a person! And you're only using your wrists!!! Give up! It's impossible!"

Without the support of magic, the ice shield shattered on the ground, revealing Hetia inside. She spat out the pungent smell of the stockings from her mouth and, with a mix of laughter and tears, cursed at Ryusha.

"It's okay, it's already been recorded."

Ryūka flaunted the crystal ball in his hand, saying that as long as he showed this to Kania and the others, even if he didn't attack in this manner, as long as he kept saying it, the joke about the 'Hetia Shield' would circulate in his harem for a long time...

Now, Hetia finally understood that Ryūka had been playing a trick on her, just to get revenge for her earlier words. Seizing the opportunity, she used a sharp piece of ice on the ground to cut open the reins binding her hands and feet, and jumped up with a whoosh, ignoring the fact that her buttocks were still exposed and swaying in the air, and reached out to snatch the crystal ball from Ryūka's hand.

"Don't let them see it!! Give it to me now!!"

However, just as her body pressed against Ryuka, Ryuka ripped open her collar with lightning speed, causing her ample breasts to spring out like rabbits...

Then, he grabbed Hetia and hugged her tightly.

"Whoosh~ Mechs combine!"

"Not again???"

With a gasp from Hetia, the robot-shaped ice shell enveloped the two once more, this time placing them face-to-face in a tight embrace...

And Ryūka's burning heat was right in front of her lower abdomen...

"Oh ho—"

With a cry, Hetia was penetrated by Ryusha.

Before she could speak, Hetia saw the crystal ball that Ryūka had just been holding fall into the giant ice man's interior, right above her, recording the images of the place...

"You...you don't really want to..."

"That's right~"

Ryuu smiled and began to move the ice golem's limbs on its outer shell. As the giant ice golem writhed clumsily, the two people tightly locked in its chest cavity swayed from side to side. Hetia was also being tossed and turned by the stick inside her body, and all of this was recorded by the crystal ball above.

Moreover, what made Hetia freeze was the voice coming from inside the magic crystal ball.

"What's this? Hey everyone, there's something interesting to see..."

"What? Is it a connection to Ryukyu?"

It was Kania's voice, and Kira's too. Hetia even heard Melanie's playful voice...

"That Hetia must have done or said something wrong again, right?"

And Anjaberg's voice was the most excited:

"So cool! Was that a magical mecha?! Is that okay to call it?! It's just like the design in my dream!!!"

Hetia's face instantly turned green: "Ryusha, you, you, you..."

"I contacted them while I was recording the live stream."

Ryuga blinked her innocent eyes at Hetia, while simultaneously thrusting her hips forward again, causing Hetia to display an inappropriate expression in front of the other girls.

"Well then, it's time to go and kill some bandits for fun..."

As Ryuga spoke, ignoring Hetia's desire to smash her head against his chest, he used his fighting spirit and magic to control the giant ice man's shell, step by step heading towards the bandit stronghold hidden in the mountains.

With each sway, Hetia in his arms let out a series of muffled groans.

"Ha~ Turn the crystal ball... Ouch! Turn it off! Turn it off now!"

"No! Don't run so fast! Oh no!!"

Hidden inside the giant ice man, Hetia's back was covered in cold ice, while inside her was Ryusha's burning heat. The magic crystal ball was pressed against her face, broadcasting her unsightly expressions to the other girls, making her feel incredibly ashamed!

"Shh~ Keep your voice down, we're almost at the bandit stronghold. If you can't hold your breath, I'll have to gag you again~"

Unlike Hetia, Ryuuya grinned mischievously, seemingly incredibly excited. Holding a girl in his arms while piloting a mecha was quite romantic. Although it wasn't a real mecha, the girl in his arms was real, and not just being held, but... strung together with his...thing!

Chapter 7 Adèle's Tragic Turning Point

Although Hetia suffered considerable injustice, the bandits and robbers in her territory were quickly wiped out. However, strange sightings began to circulate, claiming that Sochi's strange magical weapons had increased again…

Under the guise of preparing for the princess's upcoming eastern tour, Ryūsha also sent letters to the surrounding nobles. The gist of the letters was: if you cannot keep a close watch on the bandits in your territories and continue to allow them to flow into Sochi Province, then I will have to consider the safety of the princess's residence and personally come to your door to help solve the security problems in your territories.

Although this grandstanding tactic drew indignant criticism from the surrounding nobles, it was incredibly effective. Security along the Sochi trade route was quickly improved, and Ryukyu's reputation among its people soared once again.

He developed trade, production, and technology domestically, keeping both the nobility and the church in check; and he adopted a tough stance internationally. It was hard for such a lord not to be loved and respected by his people.

After completing all other preparations, Ryuka focused her energy on the last thing...

To deal with Adèle.

The affairs of the Vatican in Sochi are now entirely under the control of Ryūka's people, and the previous events have gradually faded from people's memories. The captured Bishop Sinatiel remains asleep in her seal, so Ryūka can't immediately use a 'corpse' for amusement. Using Tipalottura's pretext of acquiring Sochi, Ryūka took the opportunity to reorganize various aspects of Sochi's affairs. The only unresolved issue is recovering the funds held by Adela.

He certainly didn't want this funding gap to remain unfilled by the time Tipalotura arrived. As a princess, nominally she was only attending the opening ceremony of Sochi Academy, but whether she would actually get involved in Sochi's political affairs was uncertain. Therefore, he had to be fully prepared so that he could have all his energy to deal with the situation…

Now, it's the fifteenth day of training Adela... but instead of the training she received before, it's turned into the other extreme...

"Ugh...no, no... Waaah!! Don't stop... Yurina, please..."

Inside the prison cell, Ryuka admired the breathtaking scenery before her.

The blonde beauty was firmly strapped to a frame, her hands bound to either side of her neck by a horizontal bar. Her fingers trembled violently as if electrocuted, grasping and releasing the air with high-pitched cries. It was hard to imagine the torture that the owner of those beautiful hands was enduring.

Adèle's once melodious and proud voice had become hoarse and slippery from the daily torment of crying and screaming. It sounded like she was thirsty and her throat was on fire, or like she was hot and confused from the effects of wine and aphrodisiacs, sounding like she was out of her mind.

Her body, like her helpless hands, trembled naked in the air, her delicate flesh dancing, her fair skin glistening with sweat as if coated with oil, and her large, perfect breasts bouncing incessantly on her slender waist...

With her neck and hands restrained by the rack, Adela's back was forced straight, while her lower body was in a wide horse stance. This position forced Adela's buttocks to stick out backward, creating an incredibly arousing sight from behind. Two shallow 'holy dimples' on her lower back adorned her straight spine, extending downwards into the trembling cleft of her beautiful buttocks, even revealing her shameful anus, which contracted and expanded with the tension of her body, looking utterly humiliating...

What's even more intriguing is that in the past fifteen days, that shamefully closed opening has grown from barely able to accommodate a finger to a shape resembling the number '1'... Although Ryūka promised not to deflower her, he didn't say the same about her back. While Adela hasn't yet tasted Ryūka's real member, her back has already been visited by various toys, and judging from the glistening moisture on the folds, Adela's little flower can certainly be described as 'experienced'...

But that's not the reason Adela is trembling and begging now; after all, Ryūka's training of her mainly focuses on that little fleshy bud in front...

Before her, the maid Yulina was meticulously 'caring' for her tender bud. After being tortured by Ryūsha for ten days straight, and having her bud removed countless times, it had become incredibly hard under the influence of the straw, reaching the size of half a girl's little finger! And after Adela's brain had long since become accustomed to being tortured to the point of continuous climax, she was now subjected to five consecutive days of uninterrupted 'inch-stopping'! To the point that her brain was about to be burned out!

She strained to roll her eyes down, looking at Yulina's smiling face between her legs, her heart pounding.

The reason was simple: the maid who used to be timid and always frowning was now radiant and incredibly alluring!

Because Yurina was sitting on Ryūka's waist, her soft thighs, clad in black stockings, pressed against the boy's side. Although her black and white maid dress covered their connection, this position...

This clearly shows that the little maid has tightly wrapped Ryūka's huge thing inside her body, and is bringing comfortable enjoyment to the boy beneath her by gently swaying her waist back and forth!

Ryūka lay there with his hands behind his head, feeling the soft friction of Yūrina's bottom against his lower abdomen, while his Noble Phantasm enjoyed the warm, oppressive sensation inside. He admired his reliable maid as she wrapped him in her arms and served him, flawlessly carrying out his commands.

After 'playing' with Kania a few times, Yurina overcame her fear of Ryuga's muscular physique and, driven by her desire for the forbidden fruit, willingly offered her purity. With a drop of crimson, the once introverted maid Yurina vanished completely, replaced by a new Yurina: usually reserved, bold in action, absolutely obedient to Ryuga's commands, even able to control her own body, reaching climax or stopping at Ryuga's whim at any moment!

"No, Miss Adela, Lady Ruka said that you absolutely cannot go!"

The maid who used to be so respectful to Adela is now using two soft little brushes to meticulously polish Adela's unusually large and unusual-looking nipple until it shines! After half a month of training, Adela's nipple has grown to the size of half a little finger, engorged and trembling in mid-air, being 'carefully' tended to every inch of its nerves by two toothbrush-shaped brushes.

Not only the 'little stick' was targeted, but even the base was not spared. Next to Yulina was a row of tool bags, from which she replaced them with two thin, needle-like sticks, except the tips were tiny round beads so they wouldn't hurt anyone. [The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.]

Her face was flushed as she used the two suction cups to gently pry open the base of Adela's pinky-finger-sized, rosy and oily 'little stick,' carefully peeling back the thin skin at the bottom to thoroughly care for the sensitive nerves inside that are not easily stimulated...

“Ahhhhh——”

Adela rolled her eyes instantly, her clenched teeth unable to stop saliva from seeping from between her gums and dripping onto her slender neck. Her once exquisite neck, adorned with various luxurious jewels, now bore only whip marks, water stains, and bruises from the collar...

It's coming again!! It's coming, it's coming, it's coming!!!

Seeing that Adela was about to foam at the mouth, Yurina stopped just as she was about to leave!

Why?! It's happening again!

Watching Adela fall silent at the very edge of ecstasy, her hips twisting uncontrollably back and forth, swinging the clitoris back and forth, Yulina smiled seductively and opened her mouth, gently blowing a breath of cool air towards the engorged, red penis…

"Ooh!!"

The cold air sent a sharp, itchy sensation through Adela's sensitive area! Even pinching or squeezing it would be better than not touching it! Don't let the air conditioning blow on it! That would only send her plummeting from the peak of pleasure, then starting the cycle of pain again!

Adela was in agony, but Yurina, taking advantage of the moment when Adela's pleasure was waning, put down the prop she was holding, placed her hands on Ryusha's knees, and began to wholeheartedly serve her new mistress.

"Hiss~~ Lord Ryuka~ Are you feeling alright~~ How tight is Yulina today~~ Can she accommodate you deeper now~~~"

The black and white maid's skirt fluttered up and down, revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin beneath the hem. A small opening in the center of the gleaming black stockings constantly slid and released fluids from Ryusha's vulva... Adela, watching all this with bated breath, felt her mouth dry. The pleasure she so desperately craved was being unrestrainedly enjoyed by the two beneath her!

"Great! The pleats are even more comfortable and defined today than before. Yulina, you learn so fast!"

Ryūka reveled in the exquisite pleasure she received without lifting a finger, showering Yurina with compliments as she danced across her body. Each of Yurina's movements was quite forceful, the friction and impact incredibly pleasurable. And Yurina's little bottom held up remarkably well, without causing any pain to her lower abdomen. Although Ryūka's constitution was exceptional, and Yurina didn't need to be so attentive, this meticulous service to her master made Ryūka feel... this was true 'maid's heart'!!

"Ha~ Thank you so much for your praise... It's all thanks to Miss Kania's excellent teaching~~"

"I speak humbly," Yurina said, her body beginning to tremble and tense, but she maintained her modesty as she addressed Ruka:

"Lord Ryuka... Yurina, Yurina, can... can we go now?"

Go ahead~

With a smile, Ryuga gave the order, and Yurina instantly stopped, trembling before letting out a long breath. After pausing for a moment, she raised her head again, her smile returning, and picked up the prop from Adela once more.

"No! No! Please don't do it again!!! Please!!!!"

Seeing Adela let out a pitiful cry, Yurina giggled. She mischievously licked her lips, making them look delicate and flawless, then stuck out her tongue and teased the tip of Adela's penis from a distance, deliberately making a 'hissing' sound...

In the days that followed, whenever Adela's tender bud was tormented to the point of near collapse by Ryūsha, it was always Yūrina who would soothe the nerves on her swollen bud with her mouth and soft tongue. Whether before or after the straw was put on, Yūrina's unhurried, gentle caresses, like wiping with warm water, adjusted to Adela's body's reactions, were Adela's only comfort during those dark two weeks...

Both were at their peak, but Ryusha's training forced Adela's body to repeatedly reach ecstasy, often accompanied by the unbearable discomfort and intense pain of being completely drained. Yurina, on the other hand, always managed to provide her with comfortable and soothing relief…

But now...

"Ah...please don't...please..."

Adela watched as Yulina teased her tongue, listening to the deliberately wet, squelching sounds she made. Her body reacted automatically like Pavlov's dog; her tender bud, which had just softened, now swelled and ached terribly again!

Chapter 8 The Maid Who Changed Her Mind

Adela watched in despair as her strange body reacted again, involuntarily moving towards Yurina's mouth despite being restrained by the rack.

But she knew Yurina was just toying with her...

After all, his maid's body and soul already belonged to Ryukatsu. He would continue to pay attention to her, whether it was with gentle words or torturous actions, all of which were only to help Ryukatsu corrupt himself!

Ryūka still needed the money she had! It was Adela's last resort! She firmly believed that she could endure this month of grueling training, even if it changed her body!

Even with a resolute heart, her body betrayed her, so much so that it defied her will. Perhaps clinging to the illusion that the maid might still harbor feelings for her, she desperately parted her legs, thrusting her hips forward. But for every inch she gritted her teeth and moved forward, Yurina retreated an inch, the agile, teasing tongue a place her clitoris could never reach…

Adela burst into tears of despair, tossing her disheveled blonde hair as she cried out in heavy breaths:

"Yulina! Please! You weren't like this before!!! Ahhh!! Please don't do this!!!"

"Is that so?" Ryusha, enjoying the maid's service beneath Yurina, laughed heartily at Adela's foolish and desperate expression. "So you want Yurina to be the same as before?"

He patted Yurina's little bottom, which was covered by black stockings, and the little maid immediately understood and stood up. As she was freed from Ryūka's Noble Phantasm, she couldn't help but let out a sweet gasp. With a 'pop' sound, her thighs trembled twice, and then she leaned back against Ryūka.

Ryuga immediately grabbed one of her legs from behind, lifting it up so she could only stand on one leg, and then thrust deeply into her from behind. Both his engorged member and Yurina's unclosed, pink crevice were laid out perfectly before Adela, splashing copious amounts of fluid with each thrust. The sight and smell made Adela, who had been continuously restrained for five days, dizzy and felt an unbearable itch deep within her bones!

Even the obedient and well-behaved Yurina felt incredibly ashamed to be displayed like this in front of Adela. But she could accept it if Ruka was willing, she simply leaned her head back and buried it in Ruka's cheek, like a cat rubbing against its owner.

Ryūka caressed Yurina's soft thighs, enjoying the perfect feel of her smooth black stockings. His other hand slipped under the hem of her maid's dress, playing with her delicate, smooth breasts. He inhaled the faint scent of shampoo in Yurina's hair. He smiled at Adela:

"You were only thinking about escaping back then, abandoning Yulina. Now you want to play the 'master-servant bond' card, just to get Yulina to suck on your cheap beans? Miss Adela, you're truly despicable~"

"N-No, that's not true!!! It's all your fault!! You're the one who made Yurina like this! You filthy bastard!!! Yurina! You were lied to by him! Waaaaah!!"

Despite Adela's screams and denials, the bud between her legs grew increasingly erect. Meanwhile, Ryūka gave her a look of utter contempt that made her want to commit suicide, and asked Yūrina:

"Yulina, is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Yurina, looking dazed, reached out and stroked Adela's face, saying in a very happy voice:

“No, Miss Adela. These were all my choices…”

"You were the one who abandoned me first, weren't you?"