Chapter 3: Perverted Prince 18+

Inside His Room*

Zach shut the door behind them, the soft click of the latch reverberating through the room. The opulent chamber felt smaller now, its air heavy with tension as the concubine stood near the center, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her wide eyes darting around as if searching for an escape or something.

"You know," Zach began, leaning casually against the door, "I've know you must be wondering when a prince has a gut to do such thing with the girl of his father and you must feel like since you are the damsel, you can plead and me being the villain will give in. But…" He pushed off the door, his voice dropping. "I'm not feeling particularly noble today."

Her head snapped toward him, her trembling lips parting as if to protest. "Prince Zach, please," she whispered, her voice shaky. "This isn't right. I'll do anything else—just not this."

Zach tilted his head, pretending to consider her words. "Anything else? Hmm. How about we make a deal then? You convince me you're loyal, and I won't have to let my father know about Gerald."

The mention of the knight's name made her flinch. She backed away as Zach took a slow step forward, his gaze locking onto hers.

"Or," he continued, his tone sharp now, "I could march straight to the throne room and tell him everything. I wonder what punishment he'd choose. Public execution for Gerald? Or something worse for you?"

Her breath hitched, and her knees seemed to buckle. "No," she whimpered, shaking her head.

Zach smiled coldly, standing inches from her now. "Then stop wasting time. Prove your loyalty."

"I..." The concubine stuttered, biting her lip as a wave of nervousness and regret washed over her. She cursed herself silently for succumbing to the prince's blackmail so easily.

Meanwhile, Zach reveled in the scene before him. The sight of a woman trembling, scared, and utterly vulnerable filled him with an intoxicating sense of power, a feeling so addictive it sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh, I don't even know your name. What is it?" Zach suddenly asked, a wicked smile curling on his lips.

"My name is—"

"You know what?" he interrupted with a mocking sneer. "It's useless knowing your name. I'll call you Slut. Do you accept that name? Slut?"

The words struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes widened in shock, trembling as she stared at Zach in disbelief. She couldn't process what she had just heard.

"I may accept your proposal," the concubine replied, her voice shaking before hardening with resolve, "but that doesn't mean you can call me such derogatory names, Young Lord!" Her face flushed with anger, her expression firm despite her trembling hands.

Zach, unfazed, responded coldly. "Do you think you have any cards to play here? Let me enlighten you—someone has been hiding nearby, listening to our conversation from the start."

"What?" The concubine gasped, stumbling back a step. Her defiance wavered and her resolve cracking under the weight of his words. Sensing her faltering strength, Zach pressed on mercilessly.

"Not only did you disgrace yourself by having an affair with a knight, but instead of trying to salvage your honor, you've followed the prince here to cover it all up. That's two crimes. Two affair crimes." He paused, his grin widening as he watched her pale face contort in fear. Her trembling filled him with a twisted exhilaration.

"If this reaches the king," he continued, his voice venomous, "not only will your entire family be executed, but any survivors will be branded as outcasts. The Gerald family? Sold into slavery. Their screams, their suffering, their blood—all of it will be on your hands. You had the power to stop this, but instead, you chose—"

"I... I accept!" The words burst from her lips, her voice trembling with defeat.

Zach's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, ignoring her interruption. "Oh? Really? So, what's your name again?" he asked, his tone dripping with mockery.

The concubine lowered her head in shame, her body trembling as she bit her lip. Forcing the words out, she whispered, "My... my name is... Slut."

"Say it again," Zach commanded, his voice filled with smugness.

"My... my name is Slut," the concubine whispered, her voice trembling.

"Louder."

"My name is Slut!" she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of humiliation.

"Good." Zach nodded, a twisted satisfaction flickering in his eyes. He ignored the tears welling up in her eyes and the shame etched on her face.

"Now, take off your clothes," he ordered. Seeing her hesitate, he decided to remind her of her sins. "Oh, don't forget—you've already disgraced the king by cheating with a knight, entered his son's room with intent to do the same, and even called yourself Slut before me. Do you think the world would show mercy if they knew you humiliated the king in such a manner? This is treason. Either obey me completely, or prepare for your entire existence to be wiped away."

The concubine paled further, her face ashen as his words sank in. Sensing her resolve wavering, Zach added, "My option is better than death, isn't it? So, strip and become my personal secret sex slave. This way, you won't have to worry about my lips slipping."

Zach knew what he was doing was wrong—foolish even—but he couldn't stop himself. Back in his world, he had always been a virgin. Whether this world was real or an illusion, it didn't matter to him. It was his chance to indulge in his darkest desires, and seeing a beauty like her, his pent-up frustrations overcame all reason.

"Prince Zach, please," the concubine pleaded, her voice desperate. "If we continue down this path, it could mean death for both of us. If you stop now, I swear on my life to never speak of this. I'll even give you half of my monthly income for the next ten years and support your claim to the throne. Please, let this end here."

Zach's grin widened, his eyes glinting with nonchalantly. "Slut, don't make me repeat myself. Strip those rags you're wearing."

He leaned back, savoring her helplessness, an evil grin stretching across his face as he watched her struggling to make a decision.