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This next section contains **very explicit, non-consensual sexual content** involving heavy intoxication, manipulation, coercion using authority/"duty" excuses, virginity loss, and borderline dub-con/non-con elements.
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*Skipping it will not cause you to miss anything meaningful in the overall story value or plot progression.** The purpose of this chapter is to invoke **extreme emotions** (shock, betrayal, guilt, disgust, heartbreak) that fuel and give weight to the rest of the story — the characters' regret, fractured relationships, consequences, and the darker war/resolution arc that follows.
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Emilia's head lolled slightly against Reinhard's shoulder as the latest swallow of wine hit her harder than the last. Her thoughts swam in thick, warm syrup; the room seemed to pulse gently with the firelight. When his mouth found hers again—deeper this time, insistent—her small sound of surprise melted into a soft, dazed moan.
"Ohhh… Reinhard… s-stop…" she slurred against his lips, the words coming out slow and breathy, lacking any real strength. Her hands pushed feebly at his chest once, twice—then simply rested there, fingers curling into his tunic as if to steady herself.
"You are so beautiful," Reinhard breathed, voice low and reverent, almost pained with want. His hands roamed now—slow, possessive strokes down her sides, over the curve of her hips, up to cup the soft weight of her breasts through silk. "So perfect. I have admired you for so long, Emilia… watched you shine even when the world tried to dim you. Let me show you how much."
Emilia's cheeks burned crimson. Her eyes—violet and glassy—fluttered half-closed with lust and liquor. "Reinhard… I—I can't think straight…"
"Then don't think," he murmured, kissing along her jaw, down the column of her throat. "Just feel. Just let me take care of you."
Before the last hazy protest could form, he captured her mouth again. Tongues met—slow at first, then hungry. His hand slid between her thighs once more, pressing firmly now through the damp fabric, rubbing in tight, patient circles until her hips jerked involuntarily and a broken whimper escaped her.
On the opposite side of the room, Julius knelt before Rem on the wide bed. She swayed where she sat, blue hair falling messily across her flushed face, eyes glassy and unfocused from too much sweet wine too quickly.
"Rem," Julius said softly, cupping her cheek to steady her. "Look at me. Concentrate just a little longer."
Rem blinked slowly, trying to focus. "Sir… Julius… everything's spinning…"
"I know." His voice stayed gentle, coaxing. "That's the wine helping you relax. Helping you learn. If you want to make Subaru feel good one day—truly good—you need to know how. You don't want to hurt him by accident, do you? Teeth… clumsiness… it could ruin everything."
Rem's lower lip trembled. "But… Subaru-kun…"
"Subaru isn't here right now," Julius reminded her, thumb stroking her cheekbone. "And he would want you to be prepared. Confident. Perfect for him. Trust me, Rem. I'm only trying to help you win his heart completely."
Her eyes filled with drunken tears—guilt, confusion, heat all swirling together. "I… don't want to hurt him…"
"Then let me teach you," Julius whispered. "Trust me."
The words hung between them. Rem's head dipped forward in a tiny, shaky nod.
Julius exhaled softly, almost reverently. He guided her small hands to the laces of his trousers, helping her undo them with trembling fingers. When his length sprang free—hard and flushed—Rem stared, wide-eyed and dazed.
"Just the tip first," he instructed gently. "Lick… slowly. Like tasting something sweet."
Rem leaned in hesitantly. Her tongue flicked out—tentative, then bolder as the wine drowned the last threads of resistance. Julius groaned low in his throat, fingers threading lightly through her blue hair.
"Yes… exactly like that. You're doing so well, Rem. So perfect."
The praise sank into her like warm honey. A faint pulse stirred low in her belly—oni blood responding to the building heat, making every sensation sharper, heavier. She took more of him into her mouth, lips stretching, cheeks hollowing as she tried to please. Julius's hips twitched; his breathing grew ragged.
"Good girl… just like that…"
Across the room, Reinhard lifted Emilia effortlessly and carried her the few steps to the bed. He laid her down gently—almost tenderly—yet the moment her back hit the velvet, he followed, covering her body with his own.
"Reinhard… wait… this is wrong…" Emilia slurred, voice weak and wobbling. Her head rolled side to side on the pillow, silver hair fanning out. "We… we can't…"
"We already are," he answered quietly, kissing her protests into silence. One hand pinned her wrists lightly above her head—not cruel, but firm enough that she didn't fight. The other pushed her dress higher, baring pale thighs. "And it feels right. Your body knows it does."
He settled between her legs, pressing against her slick heat through the last thin barrier of fabric. Emilia arched with a soft, drunken cry—half protest, half plea.
"Please…" she whimpered, but her hips lifted toward him, seeking more.
Reinhard groaned against her throat. "Soon, Emilia. Very soon."
The wine had won. Resistance had become nothing more than hazy murmurs. On both beds, the night tipped fully into surrender.
Emilia's world had narrowed to heat and haze. The wine roared in her ears like distant thunder; her limbs felt liquid, heavy, impossible to command. When Reinhard's hand slid down her body—slow, deliberate—she managed only a slurred whimper.
"P-please… nooo…"
Her voice cracked, barely audible. He pushed her thighs apart with gentle but unyielding strength, exposing her completely. Slick heat greeted his fingers as they traced her folds, circling her swollen clit with maddening patience. A broken moan spilled from her lips; her hips bucked once, weakly, chasing the touch despite herself.
"Shhh," Reinhard breathed against her ear, voice thick with reverence. "You're so wet for me already, Emilia. So perfect. See how your body answers? It knows what it needs."
"Please…" she slurred again, head lolling to the side, silver hair sticking to her damp cheek. But the word held no force—only dazed confusion and rising heat.
Reinhard's fingers slipped deeper, curling inside her with slow, deliberate strokes. She arched with a soft cry, thighs trembling. He rotated her carefully onto her stomach, one strong arm sliding beneath her hips to lift them. His other hand gathered her hair—not yanking, but firm enough to tilt her face into the pillow, muffling the last faint protests.
"Rest your cheek here," he murmured, almost tender. "Let the wine carry you. Let me take you."
He pressed against her from behind, thick and insistent, then pushed in slowly. Emilia gasped—sharp, slurred—her fingers clutching the sheets. The stretch burned sweetly through the fog; her body yielded, hips rocking back instinctively as pleasure drowned the last threads of resistance.
Reinhard groaned low, hands gripping her hips. "Mine tonight," he whispered, voice raw. "All mine."
He began to move—deep, steady thrusts that made her moan into the pillow, body trembling with each roll of his hips.
Across the room, Julius's breath came in ragged pants. Rem knelt between his legs, blue hair falling forward as her lips worked him with growing confidence. The wine had stripped away hesitation; her tongue swirled clumsily but eagerly around his shaft, lips sealing tight around the tip. Each bob of her head drew a low groan from him.
"You're learning so fast," he praised, voice strained with pleasure. "So good, Rem… Subaru will lose his mind when you do this for him."
As his climax built, Julius's hand slid to the back of her head—gentle at first, then firmer. He guided her deeper until she took him fully, throat fluttering around him.
"Don't pull away," he gasped, fingers tangling in blue strands. "Take it all… every inch. Swallow for me. It's your gift to him—to yourself."
Rem's eyes widened, drunk and surprised, tears pricking at the corners. But the haze made obedience easy; she hollowed her cheeks, tongue pressing flat, and swallowed as best she could. Julius's hips jerked; he came with a choked groan, spilling down her throat in hot pulses.
She took it all—messy, eager—tongue swirling to catch every drop until he shuddered and pulled back gently.
Julius exhaled shakily, chest heaving. "Perfect… you're perfect, Rem. Subaru is going to adore you even more."
Rem pulled away slowly, lips swollen and glistening, expression dazed and uncertain. A small frown creased her brow—confusion flickering through the drunken fog—but before she could speak, Julius lifted her effortlessly and laid her back on the bed.
"Time to feel it for yourself," he murmured, voice heavy with satisfaction and promise. "Time to open up… so you know exactly how good it can be."
He settled between her thighs, guiding himself to her entrance. Rem whimpered—soft, slurred—as he pushed in slowly. The stretch made her gasp; her oni blood answered with a sudden flare. A faint white horn flickered into existence on her forehead, pulsing once, then brighter.
Pleasure exploded through her—every nerve singing, sensitivity multiplied tenfold. Her back arched off the bed; a loud, helpless moan tore from her throat as her body clenched around him instinctively.
Julius groaned at the sudden tightness. "There it is… your true nature. Let it take over, Rem. Let it feel everything."
He began to thrust—slow at first, then deeper, steadier. Rem's horn glowed faintly; her hips rolled up to meet him without thought, chasing the overwhelming waves that crashed through her. Guilt flickered somewhere distant in her mind, but the oni haze and wine drowned it completely.
On the other bed, Reinhard gripped Emilia's hips tighter, pulling her back onto him with each deep thrust. She moaned brokenly into the pillow—slurred, needy—body trembling as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her under the relentless rhythm.
Both women—lost in drunken surrender—gave themselves over completely.
The night burned on.
Reinhard's rhythm never faltered—deep, relentless thrusts that rocked Emilia forward with each roll of his hips. She moaned brokenly into the pillow, silver hair damp and tangled, body slick with sweat and wine haze.
"No… Reinhard…" she slurred, voice cracking and weak, barely rising above the wet sounds of their joining. Her thighs trembled; she tried to push back once—feeble, uncoordinated—but her hips only rolled into him harder, chasing the building pressure.
"I'm going to fill you, Emilia," Reinhard murmured against her ear, voice low and reverent, almost tender despite the possessive grip on her hips. "You feel so perfect around me… so warm, so ready. This is where you belong tonight."
She gasped—sharp, shuddering—as he drove deeper. A faint sting bloomed where he stretched her for the first time; warm trickle of blood mixed with her slickness. Reinhard stilled for half a heartbeat, eyes darkening with realization.
"You were untouched…" he breathed, something like awe threading through his tone. "And you gave this to me."
Emilia sobbed softly, face pressed into the pillow, but the pain blurred almost instantly into overwhelming fullness. Her body clenched around him involuntarily; another wave of pleasure crashed through the drunken fog. She bit down on the fabric to muffle her cry as her second orgasm tore through her—harder than the first—legs shaking, inner walls fluttering desperately.
"Reinhard…!" The name came out muffled, desperate.
He groaned, pace quickening. One hand slid up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple; the other slapped her ass—firm, not cruel—drawing a startled, slurred yelp from her.
"You're incredible," he panted, fingers digging into soft flesh just enough to anchor her. "So responsive… so beautiful when you let go."
Emilia's protests dissolved into incoherent whimpers. Pleasure overtook everything; she couldn't fight anymore—only arch, only take, only feel. When the next peak built, she sobbed out the words without thinking:
"Reinhard… please… no inside…"
But her body betrayed her—hips pushing back, walls clenching greedily as another orgasm ripped through her, eyes rolling back in hazy bliss.
Reinhard's control frayed. He buried himself deep with a low, guttural sound and came—hot pulses flooding her, claiming her completely. Emilia shuddered through the aftershocks, mind too foggy to grasp the full weight of it.
Across the bed, Rem's world had narrowed to heat and pressure and Julius's steady rhythm inside her. Her oni horn glowed brighter now—fully manifested, white and pulsing—as pleasure built beyond anything she'd ever felt. Every thrust sent sparks racing through her nerves; her sensitivity was unbearable, exquisite.
She realized—dimly, through the wine fog—what was coming. Panic flickered.
"N-no… Julius… pull out…" she slurred, small hands pushing weakly at his chest.
Julius caught her wrists gently but firmly, pinning them beside her head. His voice stayed soft, coaxing—even as his hips rolled deeper.
"Don't fight, Rem. I don't want to hurt you. You can't overpower a knight… just let go. Give in."
"NO! Emilia… help me…" Rem's voice cracked, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks.
Emilia—lost on the other bed—only moaned in answer, too far gone to hear.
Julius leaned down, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Rem… I promise I'll be gentle. This is still for Subaru. So you can give him everything he deserves."
"No…" she whimpered, body trembling as she tried to summon strength.
But the horn flared brighter. Julius's hand slid up—fingers closing around the sensitive base. The moment he gripped it—firm, not painful—Rem's entire body locked. A high, broken cry tore from her throat; every muscle went slack, then melted into helpless shivers. The horn was her weakness now—touching it turned resistance into pure, overwhelming sensation.
"That's it," Julius whispered, kissing her tear-streaked cheek. "Relax. You're safe. You can trust me."
"No… no no no…" Rem sobbed, but the words dissolved into moans as he resumed moving—slow, deep, deliberate. Each thrust dragged against oversensitive walls; her horn pulsed in time with her heartbeat. She came suddenly—violently—back arching off the bed, walls clamping down so hard Julius groaned.
He kissed her again—deeper this time—as his own release built. Rem's legs wrapped around him instinctively, oni nature overriding everything. When Julius spilled inside her—hot and claiming—she shuddered through another peak, horn flickering wildly before dimming as exhaustion finally claimed her.
Both beds fell quiet except for ragged breathing and the crackle of the dying fire.
Emilia lay limp beneath Reinhard, silver hair splayed, body still trembling with aftershocks. Rem curled on her side, horn faded, cheeks wet with tears and wine-flushed pleasure.
The room smelled of sex, spilled wine, and something irreversible.
The night had taken what it wanted.
Emilia's body trembled beneath Reinhard, every thrust sending fresh waves through her oversensitive core. The wine had turned her thoughts to mist; she could barely form words, only feel—the stretch, the heat, the endless building pressure.
"Please… Reinhard…" she moaned, voice slurred and cracking, eyes rolling back as another orgasm ripped through her without mercy.
"Say it," he grunted, hips slowing just enough to tease, refusing to finish until she gave him what he craved. His hand fisted gently in her silver hair, tugging her head back so their eyes met. "Say you want it inside you."
"F-fuck… Reinhard…" she whimpered, body shaking violently. Tears of overstimulation slipped down her cheeks, but her hips still rolled back to meet him.
"Say it, Emilia." His voice was low, commanding, yet threaded with something almost desperate.
"Fill me…" she begged, the words tumbling out in a broken sob as yet another peak tore through her, walls fluttering desperately around him.
Reinhard groaned deeply, control snapping. His cock spasmed, burying deep as he came—hot, claiming pulses flooding her completely. Emilia convulsed beneath him, a final, muffled scream lost in the pillow, body milking him instinctively.
Across the room, Julius still fought the tide of his own release. Rem's oni horn glowed steadily now, every nerve in her body lit like fire. She had tried to push him away moments ago—weak, drunken hands pressing at his chest—but he held her wrists gently, voice soothing.
"Rem… please. I promise I'll be gentle. Trust me. Stop fighting."
"It hurts…" she whimpered, fresh tears spilling, but the pain was already blurring into unbearable pleasure as he rubbed slow circles over her clit with his thumb.
Julius kissed her again—deeper, more passionate—while his other hand teased her breast, rolling the sensitive peak between fingers. Rem's protests melted into soft moans; her body relaxed inch by inch under the onslaught of sensation.
"Stop resisting," he whispered against her lips. "Just enjoy it. This is for Subaru… so you can give him everything."
"No…" she cried weakly, but the word had no strength left.
Julius kept his rhythm slow, careful, letting her adjust. When the last barrier gave way and she bled faintly, he paused—knowing what this moment meant to her, what she had saved.
"I promise it's okay, Rem," he murmured, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her trembling lips. "You can trust me. I'll be gentle."
Rem finally relented, body trembling as he filled her completely. A soft "yes…" escaped her, eyes fluttering closed.
"Good girl," Julius breathed, stroking her hair. "You're amazing."
He moved again—deeper now, hips rolling in a steady rhythm that dragged against her oversensitive walls. Rem moaned, horn pulsing brighter, sensitivity spiking with every thrust.
"Look at me, Rem," he grunted, one hand cupping her face so their eyes locked. "You're perfect… so perfect."
"Julius… I can't… please…" she whimpered, back arching, body quivering.
"Don't fight it. Let yourself go."
The pleasure was too much. Too good. Too drunk. Rem's orgasm hit like a storm—body spasming, walls clamping down hard around him, a high cry tearing from her throat.
Julius groaned, pace faltering. "Rem…"
He tried to pull back—sudden awareness cutting through the haze. "No… we must pull out…"
But Rem's legs—instinctive, oni-driven—locked tight behind his back, heels digging into his thighs, pulling him deeper. Her horn flared one last time; she kissed him back clumsily, desperately, lost in the aftershocks.
Julius froze mid-thrust, breath ragged.
On the other bed, Reinhard—still buried deep inside Emilia—stilled as well.
Both knights locked eyes across the dim room.
The fire had burned low. The only sounds were the girls' soft, uneven breathing and the faint crackle of embers.
They knew.
If the seed took root—if either woman carried a child from this night—the consequences would ripple far beyond this room. Subaru. The royal selection. The Astrea and Juukulius houses. The kingdom itself.
And yet…
Neither moved to pull away.
Emilia lay limp, dazed, silver hair fanned across the pillow, a faint, drunken smile curving her lips as afterglow wrapped around her.
Rem's legs stayed locked, horn dimming slowly, body still quivering around Julius as quiet sobs mixed with soft sighs.
The moment stretched—tense, irreversible.
Then Reinhard exhaled slowly, voice barely above a whisper.
"…We finish what we started."
Julius swallowed hard.
And the night claimed its final surrender.