That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 59: No, Boris did not wish to take that risk. No Urekai in his right mind would dare. Yet, he couldn't help but think about that pretty face… the enticing curves barely concealed by the slave clothes. And he was not the only one.

When the boy entered the tavern, all eyes were on him. No, Boris was not the only male who wanted to mount that boy and fuck into him so hard he squealed, his virgin ass opening around his thick length. To fuck into him until that tight channel milked him dry.

No, he was not the only one, but he sure as the moon would be among the first!

Curling his finger around the little slave's throat, his voice dripped with menace. "You dare to lecture me, slave?" The girl's eyes widened. "I would never dream of it, Master Boris."

"Good. When I summon you, lead him to the barn as the sun begins its descent. I will inform you when the time is right. Should you fail in this task, my anger will be unleashed." His lips curled into an evil smile. "You do not want to witness my wrath, do you?"

Grabbing her breast roughly, Boris squeezed so hard she sobbed in pain. Only then did he release her, step back, and walk away.

Amie's legs gave way, and she fell to her knees, trembling. The last time Master Boris had unleashed his fury upon her, she had bled through her anal ring, rendering her unable to walk properly for an entire week.

It was the first and only time he had invaded her there, and even now, the phantom pain felt just as excruciating. She never wanted to experience anything like that ever again.

"Oh, what am I to do!? Do I truly need to deliver Prince Emeriel to this…?"

EMERIEL

Emeriel barely listened to Grand Lord Zapier, his eyes scanning the large hall, searching for Aekeira amidst the crowd of slaves. She must be deliberately avoiding attention, for she was nowhere to be seen. She had to be here-Lord Zapier had requested the presence of every slave.

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"You are all meant to serve your masters. Do whatever they desire from you. Your life is not your own; your masters can take it whenever they see fit. The same goes for your bodies. We own you. If you wish to see more days, you must perform your tasks well and to the best of your abilities."

A heavy silence descended upon the hall as he continued, explicitly reminding them that they were nothing more than objects with no feelings or will. No one dared to speak. In fact, no one dared to even breathe too loudly for fear of drawing his attention.

"Defiance and deception will be met with severe penalties. Especially deception. A slave is not allowed to keep secrets. A slave has no business keeping secrets. The day your hidden truths are revealed will be the day you despise your own existence. Does anyone have a confession to make? Is there anything you are hiding from us?"

Emeriel's heart raced in his chest. His own secret, forbidden in every kingdom of the world, echoed in his ears like the tolling of a bell, its weight pressing down on him.

"Speak now, and I might consider a more lenient punishment for you. Or hold your tongue. If you choose the latter, your time is already ticking. Tick tock. Tick tock." His handsome yet unsettling face twisted into a cold smile.

"The date for the presentation of new slaves will soon be announced. All of you are expected to be at court on that day. You are dismissed."

As the slaves filed out, Emeriel slipped between two figures, making his way toward the exit. The words of Grand Lord Zapier still echoed in his mind.

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