Princess Sakura

Chapter 1 The Man With The Dragon Tattoo

The man I loved, who had ignited my deepest desires, now rested in the embrace of the afterlife, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of solitude in the heart of Nippon. His memory haunted my thoughts, and the void he left behind seemed unconquerable. I had vowed that after his untimely departure, there would be no other suitor for me, for he had been the sole possessor of my heart.

The memories of our passionate encounters, the way he had ignited a fire within me that burned with insatiable longing, were etched into my soul. We had dreamed of a shared future, but now that dream shattered like fragile porcelain.

I returned to my ancestral home clutching a scroll tightly in my trembling hand, the last relic of our time together. My stern and unyielding father snatched the scroll from me with an aggression that left no room for negotiation. He didn't even spare me a glance; I was but a disgrace to him, an embodiment of shame.

In that heart-wrenching moment, the stoic and unforgiving guards seized my arms and forcibly pulled me away from the only family I had left. The imposing gates closed behind me, sealing my fate as I stood alone, exiled from all that had once been familiar.

I was adrift in a world that had turned its back on me, unable to retrace my steps to the life I had known. Desperation gnawed at my soul, pushing me to seek the pleasures I so ardently craved elsewhere, for I knew that no other man could ever replicate the euphoria he had brought into my life.

As I wandered through the labyrinthine streets of Nippon, I stumbled upon a mansion, a place that had been whispered about in hushed tones throughout the city. It was a mansion where maids were more than mere servants; they were confidantes, lovers, and companions to a mysterious master.

He had started by plucking virgins from the streets, offering them refuge from their plight, but now his appetite for beauty knew no bounds. Anyone who caught his discerning eye was drawn into his opulent world.

At that moment, my destiny took a fateful turn, propelling me toward an uncertain future and into the enigmatic world of the mansion and its elusive master. The man would fuck girls every evening; no matter how distressing, he'd keep perforating his penis where it did not belong. It would be deemed rape, but sometimes even the girls like it so much that they do each other.

Ascending the grand staircase, my senses were suddenly arrested by the unmistakable sounds of passionate moans echoing from within the opulent mansion. Before me stood two colossal guardian statues, their imposing presence seemingly matched by the extravagance of the intricately adorned door they protected.

On the adjacent wall, I noticed a conspicuous red button affixed beside a speaker, its purpose clear: to beckon an audience. I pressed the button without hesitation, and a piercing bell tone resonated through the ornate halls.

Moments later, a young woman's voice crackled through the speaker, her tone brimming with curiosity. "Yes? How may I help you?"

With an air of resolve, I identified myself. "Um, I am Princess Sakura from the castle that governs this realm in Nippon. May I speak with the person in charge? I seek employment urgently."

Recognition colored the voice on the other end of the intercom. "Princess Sakura? It is indeed you. I am deeply sorry for what you have had to endure."

I assured her with grace, "It's quite alright. What I need now is a job."

"Of course, you are most welcome to enter."

The grand door swung open with an audible creak, revealing the mansion's resplendent interior. Gleaming white tiles adorned the floor, reflecting the brilliance of the surroundings. Statues of the family adorned every available niche, and above, a ceiling painted with a sprawling depiction of the family pets at play.