The Reincarnated Sword Slave's Baby-Making Arena: Bomber-Breasted Princess Marschtal

Story

Marschtal, revered as the 'Empire's Red Sword' for combat ability unbefitting an imperial princess. Together with her beloved younger sister, Princess Lunahsol, she overcame being pushed to the margins despite being a princess—due to their scarcity of magical power—through her combat prowess. Her feelings to make herself properly recognized as royalty were strong, and she had also worked harder than anyone to protect the empire's prestige... or so she thought. Marschtal noticed the cheating of the Thunderbolt Corps led by Litius. Having already had it out for the corps favored by her sister Lunahsol, she moved to disband the corps and, on top of that, drove them toward the sentence of beheading—but Ligsion insisted it wasn't cheating. The outcome would be settled by a duel. Marschtal had thought she'd finish it swiftly, sending a spray of blood, but the actual result was that she was swiftly defeated, and all the prestige she'd built up until now was destroyed... And then... Along with the promise that the winner could do whatever they liked, there was no means to escape Ligsion's cock as it closed in on her... That said, she's the bungling Princess Marsche. 'B-but I didn't know! So, isn't that enough already? Forgive me!' With her dignity as a princess nowhere to be found, the towering cock slapped the cheek of Marschtal, who pleaded with a cowering posture, and it was mercilessly pushed into the pure, untainted flesh-pot of her plumply grown body... 'Owwww, no no no, it hurts it hurts, I'm gonna die, I'm dying, kyaa.' As she reddened and flushed the body impaled by the thick cock, the one quietly peeking in at the bungling 'Empire's Red Sword' shouting and screaming with utter incompetence... was her beloved little sister, the princess.