[Drug-facilitated rape and manipulation of rubies]

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I straightened my tie, smoothed out the wrinkles in my formal attire, and took a deep breath.
As a nobleman from an allied nation, I had finally arrived in Kantanzburg.
Originally, in the early days of Falt's expansion, Kantanzburg was merely a castle. As the empire's power grew,
they defeated the original inhabitants, incorporating them into their territory. Through centuries of warfare,
they finally subjugated the barbarian tribes of the northeastern plateau under their overwhelming military might, and Falt
became the dominant power in this land. Kantanzburg transformed from a castle into the power
center of the entire empire. As the empire's core, its economic, political, and educational resources were naturally the best.
This is why I came here as an exchange student at the 'Royal Higher Academy'—the Imperial University.
Although the relationship between our Western Alliance and the Empire wasn't great, at least it hadn't completely broken down yet.
Therefore, as someone who is keenly interested in rivals, I still enjoyed exploring the other side's core educational institution
.
As far as I know, compared to the loosely structured alliances of the Western nations, the Falt Empire is unified under a single banner
. However, in reality, the Falt Emperor is not the sole owner of the entire empire. Numerous
lords exist within the empire, minor nobles are granted fiefdoms by major lords, major lords obey dukes, and dukes are only subordinate to the Emperor. Each lord
considers himself the owner of his territory. This unique enclave of states constitutes the political system of the Falt Empire.
Such a nation, in warfare, is likely to have innovative and unified combat strategies, and its execution capabilities should not be underestimated
. Especially that legendary figure…
As a prospective member of the Brest "Royal Steel Lance Knights," I have long been paving the way for my future career
advancement—studying abroad to gain experience is one part of this, and of course, there's also the
consideration of secretly learning enemy tactics. Perhaps our nation doesn't possess the powerful cultural influence of Clarent, nor
the immense wealth of the Kingdom of Omoron, but undoubtedly, we have the most excellent military system in the entire Western military alliance.
"Viscount Ekman, please allow me to show you your dormitory."
The student from the international student department, who was showing me around the university, gave me a gentle smile, and his voice
brought me back to reality.
I patted my face and smiled back at him:
"Thank you."
The attendants carrying large bags and small packages naturally followed closely behind us.
...
As a VIP exchange student from an allied nation, I naturally received preferential treatment, one of which was a private dormitory
—though it was called a dormitory, it was practically an apartment, with a huge space of 80 square meters, and the carpet
was soft and comfortable to walk on.
After the attendants laid out all the things I brought, I finally relaxed and lay down on the bed.
Whew—
although the journey here was tiring, the moment I lay down on the bed, I felt instantly healed.
I even brought a few of my favorite murals to hang on the wall, making me feel even more comfortable and at home.
Pleasant, so pleasant, it could practically erase the shadows in my heart.
That was when I was still at the Royal Higher Academy.
Princess Lindis has golden hair and eyes as blue as lake water.
She's popular, I know, everyone knows.
The academy has many beautiful places, from the weathered old church to the vibrant groves
, where princesses and noblewomen can be seen playing. And, of all people,
I fell for her.
Unlike other reckless suitors, I'm an action-oriented person, so I started relentlessly pursuing her.
Then Prince Renn challenged me to a duel.
Well, I won't go into the details, although I lost miserably.
That's why I fled here.
Heh, but I won't care about a temporary defeat, because Renn is just a hothouse flower.
When Lindis walks alone, only I see her back.
When she falls asleep in the library, exhausted, her soft body nestled among the books, only I see her lonely sleeping face
.
The princes' pursuit only isolated her.
Thinking of being beaten by Prince Renn, I frowned unhappily.
It's a real headache; just thinking about how humiliating I was makes me tremble.
Because of this unpleasant feeling, I jumped up, intending to go for a walk outside.
What's the food like in the Empire?
Wait, that's not why I came here.
...
Wandering through the Empire's universities, I definitely sensed something unusual.
The Royal Higher Academy seemed designed for the children of nobles to pass the time or arrange marriages; in the parks
and on benches, you could see young men and women kissing. That academy was never short of romantic atmosphere.
The Empire's universities... well, they certainly seemed very serious, the academic atmosphere so intense it worried me.
It was like a training base for a reserve army preparing for war.
"..."
Having some connections, I decided to find something to eat before afternoon classes started.
"The cafeteria is..."
Relying on the directions given by the person who showed me the way, I began to recall the general direction.
"Heh, it's to the east."
Just as I was feeling proud of my memory and logical reasoning, a rather unpleasant
aura made me turn around.
—A beautiful, fiery red, long, straight hairstyle that seemed to exist only in dreams appeared before me.
Like a goddess of fire, her hair billowed wildly in the cool breeze. She wore a magnificent
robe adorned with a red stag emblem; she was like a burning rose. Beneath her long silk skirt were high white Roman sandals, and
glimpses of her long, shapely legs could be seen through the silk.
*Gulp*
—I noticed myself swallowing awkwardly.
The girl probably didn't notice me, gracefully weaving through the winding path with her book in hand.
She was so fair, her skin breathtakingly white and radiant, her features exquisitely beautiful—a testament to the favor of fate.
One glance was enough to captivate any gaze.
My heart raced.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, like a celestial being, possessing an unapproachable, noble aura.
Did such a person truly exist? Was she an angel?
Such beauty deserved my immediate attention
—but I didn't.
Her charm was something ordinary girls could never possess; it was an innate nobility and extraordinary quality.
Yet, it was precisely this unique quality that made her seem aloof and unapproachable, like a blinding light
that kept people at bay.
My body was overwhelmed by that oppressive aura before I could even act; my teeth chattered with excitement, and my legs
trembled uncontrollably.
No, she and I were not the same kind of people.
Filled with this fear of beauty, I watched her leave in despair.
How useless I was! I actually backed down. Filled with immense regret and self-loathing, I
didn't even eat lunch. I listlessly found a bench to sunbathe on until the bell rang, reminding me it was time for
class.
Casually grabbing my math and geography books for the afternoon, I walked into the classroom.
Well, since I'm an exchange student, I naturally need to introduce myself.
The imperial nobles below didn't seem to care much for me, looking at me with indifferent eyes.
Well, different stances, I don't intend to be friends with you anyway.
"Hello everyone, cough cough, I'm an exchange student from the Royal Noble Academy, my home country is Ekman from Brest
, I hope we can get along well."
A soft round of applause broke out below, and I—
my hands trembled with emotion and excitement.
Just now, as I was scanning the room, I spotted her immediately.
Like a dark star, everyone noticed her instantly. She stylishly tossed her red hair, her clear black
eyes staring intently at me, her long eyelashes curled high, exuding a majestic aura like a female general.
She's a beauty, and with such an ethereal quality, such characteristics, I've only heard of one person who fits this description in rumors
.
I then sat down in my seat, glancing at her every now and then.
I wanted to see her smile.
...
But I was disappointed, although she was like a flame, her aura was somewhat cold.
Well, we were practically in the same boat.
As a noble from a rival nation with a delicate political stance, I was naturally disliked by my classmates here, who feared that a single word from me
would accuse me of being a spy or a traitor. Moreover, I was utterly useless; I didn't excel in any course
. Everyone here was outstanding, giving me the illusion that I was worthless.
And then there was Misella—a few days later, I confirmed it was her name.
She was the most beautiful girl in the empire, a ruby born from the ashes, the daughter of the powerful Southern Red-Clad Grand Duke, her status
equivalent to that of an imperial princess. No, it should be said that she was even higher than a princess, for she was the youngest
chapter commander of the Stag Duchy, and also a dragon knight—a proud and confident girl.
Most terrifyingly, she possessed extraordinary talent. Whether in literature, mathematics, military theory, or swordsmanship, she consistently
achieved top marks in her class, leaving even the teachers in awe. She was always, always at
the top.
Perhaps this was a kind of tragedy; everyone was filled with—jealousy—of her.
When class ended, while the other girls chatted and laughed, Misella always rested her chin on her hand, seemingly
lost in thought.
The Grand Duchy of Stag… its wealth was the greatest in the empire, and it was even the empire's largest creditor. Because
the Grand Duchy rarely experienced war, and because its north bordered the sea, it was a hub of cultural exchange, especially
with the vast empire across the sea. This close cultural and technological exchange made the Grand
Duchy of Stag the freest and most culturally diverse nation within the empire. Within the Stag family's territory, one could
see all sorts of races and cultures coexisting; artisans, artists, and merchants filled the major cities—a
vibrant place.
Was it because it was blessed by the gods that such a stunning beauty could be born there?
Sadly, this time I didn't even have the courage to pursue her.
I understood what the unpleasant feeling was when I first met her was: a deep-seated jealousy and resentment.
It was the instinctive panic of a moth drawn to a flame, the disgust of being crushed.
Because of this, I was even more jealous of that man.
The only person who dared to approach Misella was Ares from the Empire.
What an annoying man! He's clearly not in Misella's league, yet he always manages to shamelessly get close.
The people of Nelfa…
I remember hundreds of years ago, the then-Grand Duke in Black ceded a large swathe of newly conquered territory in the north, along with
a portion of his own northern territory, to create what is now known as the Empire of Nelfa. The Empire of Nelfa
was initially established to resist the northern mountain tribes and demons, serving as a shield for the Black Goat family.
Centuries have passed, and the Empire of Nelfa has long since completely broken away from the Black Goat Duchy, no longer their vassal,
but the Black Goat Duchy still maintains a firm grip on its surveillance.
For a prince from such a small kingdom with no glamorous origins to dare shamelessly approach the dream girl I fell in love with at first sight
… I'm not happy, I'm extremely unhappy.
The only thing I could do was pass the time by gathering intelligence. For the next few weeks, I
couldn't even muster a smile; I just frantically sifted through the Empire's military and geography books, trying to distract myself from
my longing for Myrcella.
I would never have her, and neither would Ares.
That's what I thought.
Until that day…
"Do you want to sleep with her?"
A black-robed figure with a silver mask appeared in my room.
A second ago, I was certain the room was empty.
"…Huh?"
Without even thinking of drawing my sword, I froze on the spot.
"That proud girl, she's actually more despicable than any bitch."
This man spoke in a language I couldn't understand, but every word pierced my heart.
"A fallen noble like you will never have her, unless you have my help." *
Crack*—a
crack seemed to appear in my heart. I forced myself to ask,
"What do you mean?"
The silver-masked man pulled something out and placed it in my hand.
It was a pulsating blood egg, like a heart, emanating a cursed aura that made me quite uneasy.
"With this, you can have that girl."
He began explaining how to use it.
To be honest, I was shocked because of that secret.
"...The condition?"
I hesitated; there must be a conspiracy behind this.
"Heh, it's...information about the Allied Powers, because the Empire is about to launch an attack on them."
The man calmly uttered words that shocked me—
that's how it should be.
But—
exchanging rubies for information…a very good deal.
My hands were trembling with excitement.
Goosebumps stood on end, every cell in my body was dancing wildly with excitement.
"Deal."
Mysera's alluring flesh seemed to be right before my eyes; I decided to abandon my noble dignity.
...
Today's class was unusually long.
As usual, I stared blankly at the girl.
She was so melancholy, and seemed so out of place with everyone else.
What was she thinking?
Her aloof profile was so moving. Her
dazzling radiance made other women jealous, and her exceptional talent made men ashamed.
Dignified, beautiful.
This was the perfect woman.
I don't know how many times I've felt this way.
I wanted her so badly, I wanted to play with her like a doll.
To abuse her perfect body, just for the sake of playing.
To make her scream, to defile her, to paint her soul with my colors.
To tear her apart, to invade her, to hear her cries of agony, to make her eyes lose their light.
It was pleasurable, just thinking about it made me feel like I was about to climax.
So—now let me admire her perfection one last time.
…
"Miss Mira."
After school, I deliberately followed her for a while and called out to her in a secluded corner.
The proud princess was too dazzling, and no one would walk with her, so I had plenty of opportunities to make my move.
"You're...an exchange student, right? Is there something you need?"
The girl tilted her head slightly, her star-like eyes captivating me.
"Do you know this?"
I showed her the blood egg.
"!"
She just stared wide-eyed at the beating heart, then suddenly froze in shock.
Ah, success.
I watched as the previously imposing Flame Princess suddenly became unresponsive, and couldn't help but let out a joyful cheer.
"Come with me, Myrcella."
...
"Wake up, my gem."
In my room, the curtains were drawn tightly, only the dim candlelight flickered, and Myrcella's alabaster
-white skin shone with an alluring glow under the light.
I tried to call to her with the blood egg.
And in just half a second, Myrcella, who had been like a doll, regained consciousness.
But her eyes were also filled with surprise.
"You are??? Huh??? Where am I??? Why??? I..."
The proud girl suddenly panicked because of the gap in her consciousness, the strange and ambiguous scene, and of course,
her body that was out of her control.
Pleasure, so much pleasure. The girl who didn't even dare to look me in the eye before was now meat on a chopping board, her snow-white
body exposed to me without reservation. Although she didn't notice, her pink honey hole was already dripping with honey.
Just as the Silver Mask said, Mysella's body was more despicable and seductive than any prostitute.
"You... ah... Master... please do Mysella as you please!" Because of the blood egg, not only her body, but even
her words were out of her control. Her expression confirmed her helplessness, like a puppet being
manipulated by me.
"Okay... I will play with you properly..." My fingers gently slid over the soles of her feet, from her toes all
the way up to her chest. Her skin was as delicate as a baby's, as smooth as alabaster, as if she had
grown up soaking in milk.
"Master... ah... please take a good look at Misella's lowly little hole..."
At my prompting, she reluctantly parted her tender vulva, revealing a
pink fleshy hole like an octopus with suckers beneath the sparse pubic hair. Crystal-clear nectar flowed uncontrollably, and
the owner of this honeyed hole spread her legs towards me in despair.
Pleasant, so pleasurable.
Perhaps due to excessive excitement, I grabbed Misella's ankles without any tenderness and thrust my penis into her
wet, fleshy hole. The beauty seemed very tense; her already tight vagina contracted and sucked desperately, the strong
suction making my movements somewhat hesitant.
"Ah—"
Out of physiological disgust and resistance, Misella let out a seductive moan.
Damn it, she's not a virgin, but her vagina is so tight and wet, her labia are soaked with her own juices,
it feels so good inside her! Under the control of the blood egg, Misella's body involuntarily responds to me, making pleasurable
sounds to welcome my ride inside her.
She's so pathetic, her soul is supposed to be pure and untainted, yet her body serves
the man on top of her like a slave.
"Ah—Master!! Hmm…"
She can no longer control herself; soft moans escape from Misella's previously tightly clenched lips.
Hearing Misella's pleasurable cries, my penis thrusts faster and faster.
"Ah—"
The walls of her vagina squeezed my glans, the folds vibrating and urging me to ejaculate. Her high, beautiful breasts
swayed up and down with my thrusts, a pleasing sight.
"Sizzle—"
What a noble vagina! After I released a large gush of semen, it actually began to writhe
, absorbing all the semen into her uterus with astonishing force.
I was so moved. The thought that this noble princess might be pregnant with my child made my penis hard.
I wanted more…more…
…
After that day, I used the blood egg to erase Mysera's memories. Sure enough, she remembered nothing, only that
she had fallen asleep.
After all, she has a problem with excessive sleepiness.
The blood egg is also convenient; I can control her at any time, making her a tool to satisfy my sexual desires.
During class, I'll insert a vibrating egg into her, then hypnotize her to ignore it, and watch as
she suddenly blushes and becomes flustered from the vibrations in her vagina, secretly having an orgasm in front of the whole class.
In the afternoon, I'll call her to the rooftop, penetrate her from behind and behind the barbed wire fence, letting the conscious Mysera
look at me with a resentful and terrified expression, and she'll be anxious about being discovered, finally accepting my semen into her uterus.
Then I'll erase her memory.
Really... Unfortunately, the princess of flames became my sex slave. Every night in my dormitory, dressed in
extremely sexy and revealing clothes, she satisfied my various perverse sexual desires. Sadly, although she always showed a resentful
expression when she was awake, her lustful womb obediently absorbed my semen, and her vaginal walls constantly contracted and sucked at
the penis entering and exiting her body.
It would be even better if she could have my child.
And now, I love looking at her in class, at her melancholy eyes and fair, beautiful legs.
Of course, at that time, she also reverted to her innocent appearance, and her unapproachable aura deeply attracted me.
"What is your dream?"
Ares asked her one day after class.
I secretly pricked up my ears.
"Dream? Do I even need to think about it? My life is dedicated to this country," the girl said with a firm
vow. "I have sworn to dedicate my sword, my heart, and my entire life to this country."
Hmm, you are indeed contributing to the country, exchanging your body for precious intelligence. It's
a win-win situation, isn't it?
No wonder she's my beloved Mysera.
So…where shall we make love tonight?
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Postscript
Haha, I didn't expect that after saying I'd see you in August
, I couldn't help but write the [Ruby University Rape Chapter]. When inspiration strikes and I'm having fun, I just can't help it.
It doesn't matter if there's not much sex, pleasing myself is still very enjoyable.
What should I write next? Haha

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