The proud King, who went to rescue another faction, fell into a despicable trap. Abusing the absolute absolute authority of the Command Spells, her voluptuous body is dominated by the forced heat of lust. Contrary to her noble will to resist, her porcelain skin flushes with desire, and her instincts as a Heroic Spirit yield to the man's orders. Furthermore, to break her spirit, she is hypnotized by the Command Spell and walks alone into a deep forest crawling with Orcs. The humiliation of being forced to open her thighs against her will and seduce the ugly beasts. Surrounded by a massive horde and subjected to endless waves of climax, the light of resistance has not yet completely faded from her eyes.
Later, at a banquet where the despicable Masters gather. In that space where they evaluate the Servants they have toyed with, stands the figure of the King, covered in sweat and love juices. Although she bites her lip desperately trying to maintain her sanity with her strong spirit, her body, which is being developed by the Command Spells, twitches in response to the pleasure given to her. Swaying between pride and pleasure, the cruel and lewd time continues as her sanity slowly melts away.