Inside a room decorated with extreme luxury, the obese Duke Ditet was sunk into a soft sofa like a mountain of flesh.
"Duke, we have successfully captured that foreign 'Princess'."
Abbott, the butler, bowed slightly and reported in a respectful tone.
"Oh? You've captured her?!"
Duke Ditet's clouded eyes instantly burst with light, and his fat body trembled slightly with excitement as he urged impatiently:
"Quick! Bring her to me immediately! Let me have a good look at this 'artwork'!"
"My Lord, please be patient." Abbott's face was piled with a fawning and lewd smile as he stepped forward and whispered,
"That princess is currently being held in a special cell at the Colosseum. Think about it, tomorrow is the final performance of that disobedient Oni, destined to end in blood on the battlefield.
I've locked that princess in a cell near the Oni, to let her see with her own eyes what a miserable end awaits those who do not submit to your will, Duke.
Using that Oni's blood to warn her, wear down her edges, and crush her pride... afterward, when you step in to 'comfort' and 'enjoy' her, wouldn't it be much more convenient and interesting?"
Hearing this, Duke Ditet's small eyes flickered with a lecherous light, and he slapped his thick thighs:
"Reasonable! Abbott, you truly are my strategist! You've considered everything for me! Let's do it! Let her taste fear first!"
At this moment, he seemed to already see the proud "Princess" shivering under bloody intimidation and the threat of death, eventually breaking down completely and becoming submissive before him.
The smile on Abbott's face became even more humble: "This is all part of my duty as a butler; it is my honor to share your burdens."
He lowered his head slightly to hide a trace of guilt in his eyes.
The actual situation was that he had embezzled the funds the Duke provided for investigating the "Princess's" specific information and preparing a suitable cage. As a result, there were no facilities capable of holding a nine-meter-tall giant on short notice. He had to think fast, stuffing her into the Colosseum and making up this reasonable-sounding explanation.
"Father! Father!"
At that moment, the door was pushed open, and a figure rushed in limping and in a hurry—it was Duke Ditet's son, Teddy.
"What is it, my precious son?" Ditet looked at his favorite youngest son, the fat on his face squeezing into kind wrinkles.
Teddy panted and asked quickly: "Father! I heard that tomorrow that damned Oni is acting as the 'Main Attraction' again?"
"Yes, that is correct, Prince Teddy," Abbott answered on his behalf with a respectful tone.
"Father! Let me be the Flag Guard Warrior for tomorrow's match!" Teddy waved his arms, his face filled with an excitement eager to prove something,
"This time I must win to prove my strength and courage to Caroline! I am definitely not that... that weak guy she called me, who fainted shortly after getting into bed!"
Duke Ditet always granted his son's requests, and he waved his hand:
"Since it's my dear little Teddy's request, of course I agree! I'll let you go play tomorrow!"
"Yay!"
Teddy jumped up happily, but when he landed, he stumbled and almost fell.
He quickly stood straight, his hand instinctively covering his buttocks, where a faint, dried, dark red stain could be seen on his dark noble uniform.
Duke Ditet noticed this and looked worried: "Teddy, what... happened to you?"
"No, it's nothing! Father!" Teddy's face turned red as he waved his hands hurriedly,
"I probably just accidentally bumped into something while... playing with Caroline these past few days. It's no big deal! Really!"
Teddy said, trying to maintain his composure. He didn't want his father to know about his predicament.
Though he also found it strange why, every time after a date with the passionate Caroline, his buttocks would always sting with pain and even occasionally crack and bleed.
"Goodbye, Father! I'm going to tell Caroline the good news!"
Fearing his father would continue questioning him, Teddy clutched his backside and hurriedly limped out of the room.
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