A world of swords, magic, and other races.

A princess of the empire that rules over a vast continent.

For her, no further explanation was necessary.

"This is a mistake! Father would never give such an order! Are your heads filled with pumpkins or what?!"

Her golden hair, shining like the setting sun, was unusually unbound and fluttered in a pitiful mess. The princess strongly protested to the soldiers who grabbed her shoulders and moved her.

Her beautiful blue eyes darted left and right without rest, revealing her overwhelming panic.

The princess wore a white dress. It was intentionally designed not to accentuate her figure, so the curves of her chest or the line of her hips weren’t particularly visible.

She was still beautiful and noble despite that!

An outfit worthy of the emperor's daughter, needing no further praise. Yet at this moment, it meant nothing.

"Forgive us, Princess! We have no choice!"

"Please forgive us! We're just following orders!"

The soldiers holding her shoulders were fully armored, so she couldn't easily shake them off or resist.

"Ugh..."

The princess of the empire was by no means someone of low status. How absurd was it that soldiers were dragging such a noble person by hand?

"You scoundrels! Do you even know who I am! I am Princess Venus Olympia of the Empire! Release me! These filthy hands!"

Her name was Venus.

Someone in line to inherit the great empire, now being dragged out of her room as though she had committed a great crime. It was a disgraceful sight.

Because of this, many people working in the palace watched her from afar, covering their mouths and beginning to whisper.

"Who? Ah, Father! He wouldn't have ordered such a thing! Captain of the knights! Someone! Anyone!!"

Venus struggled with all her strength to break free from the soldiers' arms, but it wasn’t easy.

If she escaped the grip on her right arm, her left was seized again, and vice versa. She was constantly restrained.

"Damn it... please stay still!"

"We don't have time!"

Even through their heavy armor, their voices clearly carried panic.

These soldiers were simply carrying out an unreasonable order, but Venus didn’t care.

"You dare... Using Father’s name to drag me away! You should be ashamed! How dare you!"

She shouted again to try to shake them off.

Each time she pushed or twisted, her white dress grew dirtier, but she couldn’t stop resisting.

Would this desperate struggle amount to anything? Unlike her elegant dress, the heavily armored soldiers began to lose ground. They could no longer control Venus.

It was impossible from the start.

"Fools... To carry out His Majesty's orders so idiotically! You should be ashamed!"

With a sharp voice, a woman appeared at the end of the corridor.

Behind her stood soldiers in identical armor, completely filling the hallway.

"...Captain of the knights! Explain what is happening here right now! There is no way Father would put me on the execution stage!"

"Hah, of course. His Majesty has no such intention."

With that sharp voice, the woman casually swept her red hair back.

Her leather jacket accentuated her voluptuous figure, and her tall boots made her long legs look even longer.

A rapier hung at her waist, and she held a whip in her right hand. Her left hand played with the end of the whip, stretching and loosening it.

"We are merely removing the blasphemous thing clinging to the princess’s body to relieve the people’s concern and ease His Majesty’s worries. Please come quietly."

"Blas... blasphemous?! What nonsense! I am a princess of the empire! You have no right to speak so carelessly about my body!"

Venus raised a finger and shouted.

The vein bulging on her forehead showed just how angry she was, and such aggression was rare, making the murmurs of the maids at the corridor’s end grow louder.

The princess was like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, like a lady from a painting. She had made mistakes before but had never gotten angry.

"Honestly... dragging this out won’t change anything..."

The red-haired woman clicked her tongue and snapped her whip.

"Ugh?!"

Whip!

Before the sound faded, Venus realized a black whip had wrapped around her snow-white neck, and the unpleasant sensation made her recoil. Her strength drained, and she suffered.

She couldn’t win a physical struggle against the woman who held the title of captain of the knights. Venus was pulled forward, unable to resist.

"So, would you prefer to be dragged to the arena like a pig? Or walk on your own and maintain your so-called dignity as a princess?"

"Shut.. your mouth! I am not... uh... ugh... I-I will walk! On my own two legs!"

"Ha, hahaha! Your time is up, Princess! Let your pretty rear polish the hallway floor as we go!"

With a high-pitched laugh, the captain began to drag Venus mercilessly.

Venus was no fool.

At first, she tried to push herself up with her hands. But all that did was break her nails.

She tried to rise by putting strength into her thighs, but she stepped on the inside of her long dress, fell flat, and pain pierced her nose.

She was dragged along the stairs and endless hallways, forced to crawl like an animal on all fours...

A fate that didn’t suit a princess like Venus at all.

Terribly, no one helped her. Neither the attendants in the hallway nor the soldiers before her stepped in.

"This can’t be... I haven’t done anything wrong... not today..."

Sweat rolled from her forehead as Venus tried to reassure herself, but nothing changed.

The whip around her pale neck tightened cruelly, and the muscles in her legs already screamed in pain, making her want to rest.

"You’re enduring better than expected, Princess... Ha, I suppose if you died now, you’d miss the show of that hideous thing being cut off."

"Shut up... When this is over, I swear... You who hurt the imperial princess’s body... will be punished."

After untold suffering, Venus finally reached the coliseum, now packed with people.

"To think... that I would be brought to this place where prisoners are played with like toys..."

The grand arena was already filled with people waiting for Venus to appear.

In the least desirable seats, commoners in shabby clothes swarmed. Under shaded tents, nobles with recognizable faces and names sat comfortably.

Though their lives and homes were worlds apart, today they gathered for the same reason.

At the center of the arena stood a large wooden platform. Venus, desperate not to step on it, was forced forward by the captain’s kick.

"Th-this is a lie... This is a lie!"

Muttering, Venus climbed the wooden steps under the pressure of armed guards and reached the platform.

At its center were a wooden table and a gleaming dagger.

"The undying sun! Our great emperor! I, the captain of the knights, report the completion of my mission."

"Well done."

The captain bowed, placing both hands on the ground.

A perfect show of respect.

It made her shapely, sensual rear stand out to Venus’s eyes, but this was no time to be distracted by such things.

The emperor wore a crown so lavish it seemed embedded with every gem known to man. His attire was equally splendid, and he looked the picture of health.

"Father! I, Venus! Up until this day…”

"You are noisy, you fool. These many nobles and citizens were not gathered here to hear your whining words..."

The Emperor clicked his tongue openly, shaking his hand slightly. It would be beneath him, as an Emperor like heaven itself, to verbally announce the punishment of a criminal.

"Princess Venus, take the dagger before you and cut off your own manhood."

"What..."

"Did you not understand? I'm giving you the opportunity to emasculate yourself. Isn't it more honorable than to be shamefully castrated by the hands of soldiers?"

"You've finally lost your mind! Father! I don't know what you've heard, but until now, with this body of mine I’ve lived like normal!"

Venus gestured to her body once more, but the Emperor remained firm.

He raised his hand, and with a slight downward turn of his thumb, two sturdy soldiers waiting behind approached as if on cue. They slipped their hands under the Princess's arms, securely restraining her arms.

Unlike the soldiers who struggled to take her from the palace, these two men were twice the size of the Princess, and when her feet were lifted off the ground, resisting them was impossible.

"It can't be helped. As it's the Emperor's command, I will take on the task of undressing the Princess and cutting it off."

"But I haven't yet spoken with Father! Argh, get away from me! No! I won't!"

Despite Venus's resistance, the Captain of the Knights unsheathed her rapier from her waist and effortlessly slashed through the Princess's dress.

As if anticipating this event from the beginning and having practiced for it, she skillfully cut away the dress around the Princess's groin, quickly revealing her white drawers.

"What an antique choice of underwear, considering the horrid and monstrous thing inside..."

The Captain of the Knights laughed as she grabbed the embroidered white drawers and pulled them down.

"Ugh..."

Inside, a penis was revealed, slightly lifted, quite unsuitable for someone bearing the name "Princess."

'Futanari.'

The Princess had a unique body known by this name. Not only did she possess a penis, but she also had fully developed testicles capable of producing seed, allowing the royal lineage to continue.

The fact that Venus was a futanari was a well-kept secret. Thus, the spectators in the arena stifled screams or let out soft sighs of pity.

"Ha, hahaha! The Princess, getting excited in such a situation... Truly wild..."

The Captain of the Knights sneered and lightly flicked the tip of the penis with her fingers, then stepped back with a disgusted expression.

She thought the Princess's penis, which had not undergone circumcision and thus was not fully exposed, was dirty. The Captain of the Knights waved her hand, signaling someone at the far end of the arena to walk over to the Princess.

"Pr... Princess..."

A woman dressed in a black maid's outfit and a stark white apron.

Clearly someone connected to Venus, she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the sight of the Princess's penis.

"Wh... why have you brought Ceres here? Do you intend to behead this child because she failed to manage what is on my body?"

"Hahaha, as much as I’d like to, that’s not what His Majesty the Emperor desires. Ceres! Grab that filthy thing and shake it."

"That’s cr... crazy... Don't! Don't listen to such madness!"

Venus tried to pull her hips back in panic, but the massive thighs of the two men, thicker than logs, blocked her escape.

There was nowhere to run.

A spear with a menacingly sharp blade hovered over the neck and face of the maid called Ceres, forcing her to reluctantly open her eyes. With trembling hands, she reached for Venus's penis.

"Don't... Don't do it!"

Venus screamed in a final, desperate plea, but the penis was already in the girl's grasp.

The slightly engorged penis was held by the gentle hand of a woman, moving slowly up and down and soon became fully erect.

The penis quickly hardened to the point of appearing slightly larger than that of an average adult male. Naturally, the foreskin was pulled back to reveal the glans.

"Ah... ugh..."

The red, swollen penis was visible beneath the foreskin. A strong scent of a healthy male wafted through the air, causing the Captain of the Knights to furrow her brows in disgust as she caught a whiff.

"Hahaha!!! To have such a filthy male scent, you can't even take care of yourself without your personal maid washing you? You're pathetic, truly!"

The Captain of the Knights laughed heartily. Seeing Ceres(the girl) hesitate, she spat at the tip of the penis with a ptooey!

“I... I’m sorry... I’m sorry, Your Highness...”

Ceres, trembling uncontrollably, eventually resumed moving her hand up and down.

Despite watching Venus's face turn red with repressed pleasure, Ceres had no choice but to continue the motion.

"Ugh… St-stop! I... I haven't done... Haven't done anything wrong with this thing!"

Venus pitifully wiggled her hips side to side and tried to pull her waist back to escape the handjob. But it was all in vain.

Her penis grew ever harder with time, and thanks to the saliva the Captain of the Knights had spat, there was a lubricant that made the movements of the foreskin more fluid. The sensation was so intense that it even elicited coaxing moans as the pleasure spread from the base.

"Ah, mm, hhmm... P-please stop! Fa-father! Stop this! Please..."

Despite Venus's pitiful pleas, the robust Emperor merely stroked the lower belly of his beautiful wife sitting next to him.

"Is it because, ugh... Is it because Mother is... is pregnant!?"

The Princess cried out in anguish, while the Captain of the Knights chuckled softly, then lowered her hand to gently massage the Princess's testicles.

"You really don't know anything, do you? Right now... the Empress is carrying a boy. A real boy. Not like you, with a hideous thing attached to a woman's body... not a monster that can just spread seed, but a truly healthy boy..."

"Th-that's... the child is still... Ugh… Still hasn't been born yet..."

"Hahaha! Astrology, with its supposed ability to foresee the future, isn't for nothing, right? Come on! Hurry up... quickly finish! It's your last climax in this life! Let it happen freely, and I'll cut it off at your most pleasurable moment.”

The Captain of the Knights' hand cruelly yet expertly grasped and massaged Venus's testicles.

Above, the erect penis was being swiftly and efficiently stroked by Ceres's hand, leaving Venus absolutely unable to resist climaxing.

"N-no... I... don't want..."

The Princess shook her head furiously from side to side, trying desperately to hold back.

If she truly climaxed here, her precious sexual organ would be sliced clean off by the sharp dagger held in the Captain's left hand.

Desperate to avoid castration at all costs, the Princess clenched her lower abdomen tightly, and from her (wo)manhood, a trickle of fluid burst and dripped down, sliding over her pale thighs and falling below.

"Now, let's send her over the edge. Ceres, suck."

"...What?”

"Ah... ah..."

Ceres's face turned pale. Even as she was manually stimulating him, fluid was leaking pungently from the tip. What would happen if she used her mouth?

"I'm sorry, Princess."

"If you're sorry! If you're sorry, then don't do it!!! Don't... don't do it! I said, don't do it! Ahhhh!!!"

The Princess screamed, but another spear was pressed against Ceres's neck, and a sharp sword lifted her voluptuous breasts from below.

It was clear what would happen if she recklessly disobeyed orders here. Ceres, having no choice, brought her face closer to the thickly male-scented penis.

"No, don't! I... I hate it! Please, I don't want to be castrated! I don't want to be cut off! I hate it! I hate it..."

The penis slipped into the soft, warm mouth.

For the Princess, who always secretly pleasured herself in her room, having a penis sucked in her mouth was an overwhelming sensation.

Ceres lips, sticky and sweet with saliva, gently enveloped the Princess's penis, while the soft, small bumps on her tongue clung persistently, teasing the tip.

"Ugh... Uh... Uh!!!"

The release burst forth.

Even though she didn't want to climax, her body had long ago exceeded its limits. Holding out this long was commendable, worthy of a pat on the back.

"Uh... hhng..."

The semen loudly surged from the base, through the length, and gushed out, filling Ceres's mouth in an instant.

Like water exploding from a broken faucet, semen spurted vigorously from the tip of the Princess's penis, gushing out with urgency. No matter how much she wished to avoid castration, stopping the ejaculation was impossible.

Caught in the mad rush of pleasure, the Princess's face slackened lewdly, and saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth.

There was no trace of the desperate expression one would expect from someone on the brink of losing their most precious sexual organ

"Princess, your face is so funny right now. How about saying goodbye to your penis? This is your last chance!"

The Captain of the Knights roughly grabbed the testicles she had been gently massaging and lifted them up with her left hand.

"N-No! N-Nooo!! P-Please!!!!! Don't cut it off!!!!!!"

​

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

Princess Venus awoke with a throat-piercing scream.

Her body was soaked as if she had been caught in a downpour.

Startled, she looked down and saw her pure white pajamas drenched in sweat, giving off a subtly sour smell.

"Hah, haa! Haa! What on earth… Haa! What... Haa… What kind of dream… Haa…"

Princess Venus, knowing that it was improper, hurriedly shoved her right hand inside her drawers.

"...I ejaculated? To have such a dream... and I..."

The sticky sensation of semen on her fingers, the strange hardness of her penis as if she had just climaxed—Venus was dumbfounded.

"There's no way..."

The princess wiped the sweat streaming down her forehead with irritation.

The world was still shrouded in darkness. If it were dawn, she might have gotten up and changed her clothes...

"Princess? ...Princess? I heard you scream, so I was concerned and came to ask. Is everything alright?"

Knock, knock-knock, came the polite tapping, followed by a familiar voice. The owner of the voice was Ceres, who had attended to her in the dream.