"What is your name?"
The gorgeously dressed woman addressed the man sitting on the sofa who glared at the magic tools for video recording. That glowing mirror can record both people's appearances and voices. His heart could not stop racing, but the man opened his mouth with difficulty.
"…Heinrich… Aneis."
The woman flipped her hair back and asked a new question.
"What is your position?"
"…I am the heir to the throne of the Holy Kingdom of Antonella."
"Your age?"
"Age... Damn, how did I do this...!"
Heinrich cried out, not answering the question.
He was naked without even a rag, unless you counted the leather restraints that bound his whole body as clothes.
The woman walked over, looking down at the man with cold eyes. The moment she discovered the anger on his tall body, she slapped the man in the face.
"You want to be scolded, Heinrich?"
She smiled.
"Isabella."
"Don’t say my name with that filthy mouth."
Isabella whispered into the man's ear with a sweet voice. It was as if she had forgotten the violence from a moment ago.
Feeling humiliated by the baseless insultation, the man's bare cheeks lit up. If he didn't obey her words, punishment would come after him. So, Heinrich had no choice but to answer the question. He suppressed the shame that came as if he was about to die.
"Do you still think you are a prince admired by everyone?"
Isabella ruffled the man's disheveled hair at will. Heinrich gave the answer she wanted, not knowing when her hand would rip at his hair.
"...No."
"You have to tell me what you’ve been taught by me."
Tears filled his eyes and a blush spread across his face. Isabella looked satisfactorily at the pretty face and body, listening to her own words, mistaking the red traces left by her hands as redness caused by his shame.
"...I am your slave."
"Exactly, you’re the queen's slave. To live according to my will, to die by my order."
Isabella kindly reminded Heinrich of his duties once again. When Isabella had ascended to the throne, the war between two kingdoms ended with a victory for her. She was, of course, the one who had started the war and the one who had abducted and imprisoned Heinrich, the prince of enemy kingdom. And the vassals of her kingdom were not bold enough to put their words on their queen's peculiar hobbies.
"No one in this world cares about you, except me."
"You’re better off killing me. To live like this...!"
With his heart aching, the man shouted out in the face of this evil.
Contrary to Isabella's words, although the man was a slave, and there were too many people who looked after and watched him. Of course, the moment one of the men spoke to Heinrich, the person would be raised onto the execution table, and the person's tongue and throat were cut off at the same time.
Except for the secret time with the queen, Heinrich was treated similarly to his princely days. But because of the woman who had caused all of this, his life fell to hell.
"Oh? Even if you die, will this thing still be on my body?"
Isabella slowly lowered her pants. Then, as if alert and waiting, something came out and touched the man's nose. Even after long training, it felt awkward and bulky between the thighs of women. Heinrich stared blankly at it, then dropped his head and passed out.
The flesh implanted in Isabella's body had once belonged to Heinrich.
When Heinrich woke up, he cried as he looked for the whereabouts of his genitals; it was already too late, though. It was a process that was complex on the inside, but too simple to understand. Extracting the penis from a man's body; when it was maintaining its vitality, it was planted on a woman's body. He knew that the kingdom's magic technology was promising, but it was unimaginable that such dark magic would have developed.
"Don’t you want to get it back? I promised you, I will set you free if you can endure for the time you promised."
Heinrich groaned fearfully.
"You know, I am a person who always keeps my promises. It’s also thanks to you that I could have this part of you."
Isabella licked her tongue and licked her lips. She touched the man's empty lower half, thinking that he was too precious to die like this. His perfect appearance and strong physique. It would have been perfect if he hadn't lost one important part.
On the other hand, Heinrich shuddered at the thought of this one-sided contract. At first, he had nothing to gain in that contract. Why maintain a terrible life when you have no reason or will to live? But it wasn't just his penis that had disappeared. He even had lost the right to choose his death after being castrated.
"I heard that men test to see if they can suck their own penis once in a while? Really?"
"I didn’t do such a dirty thing!"
"Then you can just say no. Did you even feel guilty?"
"Do you really think you'll be fine by doing such a dirty thing!"
"Aw, I am terrified."