With bleach system in the novel "The pregnant villainous princess.”

Chapter 2: Chains of Destiny

Word's counted - 1300

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Ash's consciousness stirred, and he found himself bound, lying on a soft bed. His wrists chafed against ropes that seemed hastily tied, and the air was thick with the scent of fergrence. He blinked, or at least tried to; his vision was obscured, as though by a blindfold. But somehow, shapes and colors filtered into his mind. A faint aura, glowing in a soft lavender hue, stood before him—shifting, pacing, trembling.

~Slup~slup ~ uhmm~

"Where am I?" Ash croaked, his voice hoarse. "What's going on here? And why is my neither region wet?"

The figure paused, and then a soft, trembling voice responded.

"You're awake… That's… unfortunate."

The voice was unmistakably feminine, laced with sorrow, anger, and something else he couldn't quite place. Her tone wavered, as though she were teetering on the edge of some decision.

"Who are you? Why am I tied up? And where are my clothes?" Ash's questions tumbled out in a panicked rush.

The figure stop what she was doing, the aura sharpening in his mind's eye. He could now make out faint details—the flowing gown, the delicate yet sharp features of her face, and eyes that shimmered with unshed tears.

"Silence," she snapped, though her voice lacked conviction. "I don't… I don't want to hurt you, but you will stay quiet."

Ash strained against his bindings, more out of instinct than hope. "Look, I don't know what's going on, but I don't think tying me up is going to solve your problems!"

The woman let out a bitter laugh. "You think you understand my problems? You… a mere guard? Blind, nameless, unimportant—you know nothing of my shame!"

Ash froze. The memories of this body—the life of the nameless palace guard—rushed to the forefront of his mind. He pieced together the little fragments he remember: the princess of Aristocity, her rejected public confession to a childhood hero, and the spiraling aftermath of her humiliation. This was her. The princess he had admired from afar.

Yet now, she was here, fragile and broken, consumed by emotions she clearly didn't know how to process and what she is doing.

Ash recognising the voice and the hue from his memories, but he refrain from shaming her. So, he exclaimed "Miss! … you don't have to do this. Whatever you're feeling, this isn't the way to fix it."

She stiffened, her hands curling into fists. "Fix it? FIX IT? You think you can fix me? Everyone looks down on me—mocking me, pitying me. Even my father! The man I thought would save me turned his back on me, in public!"

Her voice cracked, and she sank on my knees, trembling. "What's left for me, then? My life? My dignity? It's all a joke now…"

Ash should have felt a pang of guilt and sympathy but the situation was quite unfortunate. The haughty, untouchable princess he'd imagined. This young woman burdened by expectations and heartbreak, desperately seeking solace in all the wrong places, was crying holding his dick tidely.

"Miss," he said softly, "I'm not mocking you. I'm not looking down on you either. But this… this won't make it better."

She looked up, her teary eyes locking onto his blindfolded face. For the first time, her voice wavered with uncertainty.

"You… you're just saying that. You're just like them. You'll leave me, too. You'll laugh behind my back, won't you?"

Ash:"No... No...no," he said firmly, his voice steady. "I won't. But you have to trust me. Untie me, and let's talk. I promise I'll help you. Not as a guard. Not as someone beneath you. Just…think of me as someone who cares."

"Yes, that's what you mean! I know you are also looking down on me, you are like them too. right!" Saying so she stuff my dick directly into her small pussy tearing it through 'WHAT THE? I can even hear the tearing sound of it! this ediot!'

"Ahhh– it -hurtttt- ahh!" Crying aloud, She removed herself from my dick and crouched down holding her pussy.

Looking at her I want to faceplam myself, my dick was twitching with pain, and her hand which was holding her neither region was shock with bloods.

Not only the vagina but the skins might have tron apart....

After a long time, I spoke first, "Miss, can you untie the rope on me first?" No reply.

"Miss..." No reply.

"Madam...."

"I want to die..." Finally, she talked.

'Oi, lady! What is wrong with you? You publicly shamed yourself, you tried to snu-snu me, you tore open your vagina yourself, and now you're thinking of committing suicide? What an unreasonable brat.'

"Bob... I have a favor to ask you," the princess spoke without lifting her head.

'Don't call me that, please. The previous Bob—I mean, this body's owner—fell in love with this princess because she was the only person who gave him a name, 'Bob.' Are you nuts? You may like the name, but I don't. I will become a laughingstock in my society, so I am changing it tonight. Above that aren't you trying to hide your identity, isn't that the reason why you blindfolded me?'

"Teach me sex... for today and only today. I want to forget today's shame. I won't silence you, but you need to forget what happened today."

"Isn't it an opportunity for you? You get to have sex with a beautiful girl like me. There's no disadvantage for you, so... do you agree?"

".... Untie me first." The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. The princess hesitated, her hands trembling as she crawled to reach for the ropes binding him.

Slowly, she loosened the ropes, and Ash flexed his wrists, finally free.

As soon as his hands were free, Ash reached up to his face and removed the blindfold, hoping to see the world clearly. But the moment the blindfold came off, the world turned pitch dark. Panic gripped him as he tried to look around and adjust his sight, but all his attempts failed. A wave of tension rushed through him as he remembered something crucial—he was blind.

Yet, if he was blind, why had he been able to see while wearing the blindfold?

As the thought crossed his mind, a strange screen appeared in the darkness:

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Ding!

Name: No Name

Age: 17

Condition: Blind

Attribute: None

Reishi (Mana): Lieutenant Level

(Gift) None

Wheel of Luck: 1/day

Inventory:

"A certain Miss Vanessa, the pregnant villainous princess." Novel volume 1

Blindfold Beyond Realm [Legendary]

Nameless Sword [Common]

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"So I'm blind... and I can only see if I wear this blindfold. What have I gotten myself into?"

As he reached to put the blindfold back on, a soft hand stopped him, gently caressing his eyelids.

"You have beautiful eyes. Too bad you cannot see with them," the princess murmured.

Intrigued by her words, Ash asked, "How do they look, Miss?"

"Hmm... black. Your sclera is pure black, and you have two white pupils in each eyeball," she said softly, a trace of fascination in her voice.

'Maybe Alkaptonuria?...and Polycoria, Well, that's certainly an unusual combination. Who in their right mind creates a character with such eyes and then makes them blind...' Ash muttered under his breath, brushing off the absurdity of his situation.

Brushing away the thought, he secured the blindfold back over his eyes. Immediately, his vision returned, just as it had been before. From his memory, Bob—the body's previous owner—hadn't been able to see, even with the blindfold. Was this a gift? Or had he triggered something unique?

"I'll figure this out later," he resolved silently.

First, he needed to have a real conversation with this brat of a princess.