All his efforts were in vain.
It did exactly like it was named, busting all the way to his ass.
"Arrhh." The prickly pain made Hitler twitch. His stomach and intestines were burning. And about his behind, he couldn't describe it.
Hitler felt that a spoon was gorging his insides piece by piece.
More than the pain, he felt disgusted.
Why did he shower multiple times a day?
Why did he scold his subordinates on cleanliness?
Why was he so obsessed with neatness all those years?
He felt disgusted with his body as this ass-buster was wreaking havoc in that particular part of his body.
The itch and pain were so unbearable that he wanted to shove his hand inside and scratch. If he could, he wanted to grab the worm outside.
"Urrgh." The disgusting thoughts made him want to puke.
His body spasmed in an unpredictable manner.
**Ding** System likes your dance.**
"I am not dancing you piece of shit." Hitler howled.
The system continued to amuse itself in watching his reactions.
'Shit,' he cursed.
When he said it, he thought about whether this worm gets out of his body if he relieved himself.
Disgusting.
He wishes he could fart it out.
Disgusting.
The clash of his obsession over cleanliness and his arising disgusting thoughts started to mentally hurt Hitler.
Within minutes, Hitler became a kite without a string. He had no strength in his body as he sought support on his bed.
"My Lord. Is everything well?" A guard's voice came from the doorstep.
It only made the matter worse for Hitler.
'They must have heard it. They heard my cries. Aaaaah.' He felt so embarrassed that he just wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.
"GO FU©K YOURSELF," Hitler yelled trying his best keep his voice maintained. But his body kept twitching.
*****
The guard behind the door could only take a few steps backward in fear. He never heard or seen the prince behave like this.
"The prince told me to...he told me to...do it. Don't tell me the prince is doing it himself." Guard scratched his helmet covering his head and contemplated.
"That must be it." Supported the other guard while placing the spear unusually in front of him and close to his body. "Otherwise why should he get angry. You disturbed him and messed his rhythm."
"I did? Will he execute me for disturbing?" The guilty guard nervously asked.
"I hope not. But you know the royalty, they don't need a reason to kill people like us." The spear guard whispered as he moved his spear back and forth.
Cold sweat flowed down the guilty guard's helmet. He wiped it off and silently look at the door. He could still hear slight moaning from inside and couldn't help shake his head.
"Why should someone who has so much resources and power do this. He can get girls with a snap of his finger. He is not like us."
Spear guard smiled showing his uneven rotten teeth, "it doesn't matter. Some people prefer this."
The guilty guard face turned ashen imagining the worst possible outcome for him. He did not want to die this young. If the prince is merciful, then he may be able to save his life but he may lose his job. Being a prince's guard was a respectable position among commoners.
A sudden idea came to him making him smile.
"You. The prince may not know who interrupted him. He may not even remember who was outside or what time it was now. Our shift will change soon. As long as he didn't realize who it is, he wouldn't ask around for this embarrassing matter."
Seeing the joyful smile in his comrade's face, the spear guard smiled smugly.
"What if I tell him? Hehe.".
The guilty guard was startled by this. "What? You will?"
This only made the spear guard smile more wickedly. "Why not?"
"You bastard. You have no sense of camaraderie."
"Keep it down, you idiot. Do you want the prince to come out now to kill you." The spear guard scolded before continuing. "Haha.. camaraderie. What will I gain from it? Haha.
The guilty guard speechlessly watched his partner. He didn't know how to respond.
This made the spear guard more enthusiastic. He smile became wider showing his rotten front teeth. "Fine. I won't tell anyone...Just let me have your wife."
The relief that the guilty guard felt with the initial words were swept away by the later words. Even the saliva he was about to swallow got spat out on to the other fellows face.
"You Fu©king bastard." His veins bulged and wanted nothing else but to hack the spear guard in front of him to pieces.
"Hmm. I changed my mind. I don't need your wife...Let me marry your little sister. Hehe. I won't change again. I have decided. This is final. Give me your sister."
"You pervert. I will kill you."
The poor guy's anger had reached the epitome and he was ready to kill the pervert in front of him. Anyway, he might get executed so him killing this pervert will safeguard his family after his death. So it's a better case if both of them die together.
Together... Another idea struck him. He calmed down and put back his weapon.
With a smile, the guilty guard told the perverted spear guard.
"What if I told the prince it was you who interrupted him?"
"What?" The pervert got stunned.
"He doesn't know who called out to him. He may found out we are together and doubt both of us. You will point me out. I WILL ALSO POINT YOU OUT. What do you think the prince will do?"
"Gulp. He will doubt both of us and kill both of us."
"You are correct." The guilty guard's smile widened.
The perverted spear guard immediately faked a smile and patted his partner.
"Haha. I was joking. Just joking. haha. How could I betray you? How could I forget our brotherhood? I was joking. Did u take it seriously? Haha. I was joking."
The guilty guard patted back.
"Haha. I was joking too. haha. I know you wouldn't betray me."
But his inner thoughts were different. 'How dare this perverted bastard ask for my wife. He even dares put his sight on my sister. Did he think I wouldn't understand the reason for him to specially asked for to equip a spear? This piece of shit who does not even let a wood spear leave untainted dared to bargain with me. Is he having an affair with my wife? I will have to get rid of him."
*****
"Aaaaaaahh."
Hitler, unaware of the manly drama beside him kept meaning in pain.
Shifts changed, new guards came in. A couple of servants who passed nearby heard it.
Hitler's cries reverberated in the hall for several hours before calming down.
The rumor that the prince was a beast in that matter spread like wildfire among the maids and eventually to the citizens. The ladies showed disgust on their face but had an urge of curiosity and longing on their inside.
Discussions that whether all with royal blood could last very very long or it's just the prince's cultivated and nurtured special ability became that day's hot morning debate topic.
When the night was over, along with a new day something else was also born.
A NEW LEGEND WAS CREATED THAT DAY.
Hehe. Little perverted chapter.
I added a prologue if anyone missed it.
When Roland's personal maid. Tyre, entered his room the next morning, she saw something that baffled her.
The prince was lying on the bed in a peculiar way.
His body was positioned in a mountain shape as his ass pointed upwards. His head turned left, acting as a stand to hold the weight of his upper torso.
Initially, Tyre got scared thinking that the prince twisted his neck. But on closer observation, it appeared like he slept while kowtowing.
"My Prince. It's morning." Tyre's gentle voice didn't get any result.
"Prince."
"Hey, Prince."
"Getup prince."
Tyre got impatient. She poked the prince's mountain top with her finger.
"PRINCE."
"Shhh," Hitler grunted but the damage was already done as his mountain lost balance as he swayed before crashing down from the bed.
"Aaaaah," he convulsed in pain as he woke up.
Seeing his maid, Tyre, with her finger pointed towards him and the reemergence of pain in his 'you know where' gave him ideas of what could have happened.
"You...you tried to finger in my...my...HOW DARE YOU?" Hitler fumed.
Trye scared out of her wits tried to explain "But."
"That's right. Butt." Interrupted Hitler. "You have the audacity to try butt finger me."
The night was so painful for him that he barely endured with the mental fortitude he gained from years of torture in hell. But the physical body was not capable of such endurance as he fell asleep tired.
His 'you know where' area became so sensitive that he couldn't sleep in exhaustion either. So that was why he somehow managed to lift the part up and find a laying position before falling asleep.
As his pain subsided, Hitler also calmed down. He realized that it's not in his best interest to scare this maid. She could be useful to him later.
Tyre's moistened eyes indicated to Hitler that the start of the natural weapon of women will begin.
"I forgive you." Hitler hurriedly said. "Don't repeat this."
Tyre surprised by the sudden change of tone but recovered quickly to wipe her ready to flow tears. She then bowed, "Thank you for your mercy."
Hitler thoughts became much clearer once he calmed down. He still hadn't integrated with the body owner's memories properly.
'The original prince, Roland, did do things with this maid. No wonder she acted like this.' Hitler contemplated.
"You like doing it with me. Don't you?" With a naughty smile, Hitler enquired.
Tyre flustered when she heard the words. "No...But..."
"That's right. No BUTT. At least not mine."
Tyre confusedly looked at him as if she had no idea why the prince was acting strange.
Hitler felt excited. He had a body now which he could do fun things again. It's been a long time since he enjoyed anything.
'That's right. I forgot.' Hitler immediately put his hand inside and searched for his balls.
"Your Highness." Tyre's eyes opened wide as this action surprised her.
"Hahaha. I have both of them. I have both of them."
He couldn't forgive how he lived with just one of them his entire adulthood. He lost one during a war accident and lived an incomplete life thereafter. Now he became a perfect man again.
Realizing that he could put it off no longer, he groped the maid's behind twice—as he recalled it was customary of the original Roland to do so. His excitement reached a peak as he was finally doing an act like this after a near century,
***Ding: Congratulations host. You unlocked titles.***
'Titles? Interesting.'
***Ding: You unlocked a new title: The One who Molests.***
"What?" Hitler exclaimed. "Molest?"
***Ding: Laying hands on another without consent. Verdict - guilty. Sending punishment request to Assbuster.***
"NOOO. Not again."
He saw Tyre's face flush a bright red as she walked out the door.
His face flushed bright red as well.
But it was due to fu-king pain.
"She started it. She molested me first. You are partial."
Damn you. System.
Damn you. Worm.
****
For a period of time, Hitler locked himself in his room as he thoroughly reviewed the memories of this new world.
Roland was repeatedly reminded by Tyre, that Assistant Minister Barov wanted to see him.
Because of his strong desire to live on, Hitler fully suppressed his fear and pain caused by the Assbuster. He was fully aware that he needed to acquire more information as soon as possible to take over this world. He was unable to recall any information of value, although he had some general knowledge such as city names, and the years of significant events, they were completely different from the history of Europe that he knew previously.
"Hisss." He tried to sit unconsciously, but the pain made him jolt. He laid face down on the bed and continued his thoughts.
Roland had absolutely no chance of obtaining the throne. Perhaps the King of Graycastle himself was aware of this, and because of that, he sent him here.
Roland's eldest brother, the First Prince, was a great fighter.
His second brother was sinister and scheming, his third sister was aggressive and savage, and his fifth sister was extremely smart.
He knew nothing about the extent of their power, their subordinate officers, or their skills and talents even after living with them for a decade.
'This prince was simply a waste.' Hitler sighed.
Just three months into his leadership of Border Town, the noble had already stopped concealing their disdain and contempt towards him. It was evident that the Fourth Prince wasn't cut out to be a leader.
Fortunately, when he left King's City, he was accompanied by two assistants—one for civil issues, and one for military issues—who were provided by the king, or else it would have been a much bigger mess.
"Such a ruined state. Reminds me of post-WW1 Germany. Hehe, the world is yet to see the greatness of this Fuhrer. But now the fourth prince will become the Greatest ruler of this world. Of course, its because his body is occupied by the Great Fuhrer. Hehe."
Hitler is believed to have only one testicle. lol.
Double meaning parts here.
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