This time, the perspective is Sophie’s.
2019.3.26. Typo correction.
①… If anything, that level of reaction makes it more exciting and gives me something to work with.
My name is Sophie Anne=Marie Yuma Yver. I’m 16 years old.
To add some context, Lyushenne Silveria Wahl, a former princess from a distant branch of my family’s main line, is 15, making her a year younger than me.
Similarly, Liliana Emilia Yangas, a former princess from another distant branch, is 14, two years younger than me. The three of us could be said to share a twisted bond.
In the social circles of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, Lyushenne and Liliana were known as sheltered princesses who had many followers, though most of them were men.
On the other hand, I, who commanded two female knights, was regarded as a gallant “Princess Knight” (though it feels a bit awkward to say so myself) and received passionate gazes from noble ladies.
I had assumed both of them had passed away after the invasion by the Espana Imperial Army, but to think they were alive as adventurers…
That said, in the former Wahl Imperial Kingdom’s social circles, Lyushenne, known as the “Beauty of Ice and Flame,” and Liliana, called the “Sorrowful Moon Princess,” were as radiant as ever, if not even more alluring now.
Since both of them are merely adventurers now, I’d love to have them as my companions for the night. Or perhaps I could sneak into their beds.
Lyushenne’s breasts have grown even more impressive since the last time I saw her, ripe for the taking, while Liliana, though petite, also has a lovely pair.
I’ve confirmed this firsthand.
Lyushenne slapped me, and Liliana pushed me away in shock when I groped her, but honestly, that kind of reaction only makes it more thrilling.
Biologically, I’m classified as female, but I’ve adored beautiful girls since I was young and have always seen men as nothing more than filth.
My first partner was my milk sister, Menea.
Menea was a year younger than me, a lively girl with reddish hair tied in braids and a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks, though her skin was delicate up close.
When I was seven, I took Menea to my private room and played “doctor,” which, looking back, marked the beginning of my romantic history with women.
“Menea, lie down here for me.”
“If I sleep on your bed, the head maid will scold me…”
“I’ve given permission, so it’s fine.”
“… Okay!”
And so, I had Menea lie down on my bed and began “examining” her by touching her all over, starting over her clothes.
“That tickles… Sophie! … Haha, it’s so ticklish!”
“No abnormalities! Now, let’s continue with a direct examination.”
“Sophie, don’t lift up my dress! N-no, stop!”
I lifted the hem of Menea’s dress, revealing her pure white panties, which were especially cute around the crotch area.
“Sophie, it’s so embarrassing to be naked…”
In the end, I undressed Menea completely and “examined” her all over. Her body was so soft.
Back then, I enjoyed playing “doctor” with Menea as my “patient.”
As she grew older, Menea’s body developed more femininely. Her once flat chest began to swell, her waist slimmed, and her hips grew wider. Her crotch slit also seemed to tempt me as it matured.
“Sweet Menea. Let me kiss you.”
“Sophie, this is just a game, right? … Mmm…”
At 13, I couldn’t resist and took Menea’s first kiss.
Looking back now, it was an awkward kiss, but I was completely absorbed in the softness of her lips.
“Sophie, don’t suck on my breasts! Don’t squeeze them!”
“Leave it to me, Menea. You’re so adorable.”
“… Ah… Sophie… I can’t… Ahh…”
After that first kiss, something broke loose, and Menea and I became lovers.
A girl’s body is so soft and smells wonderful. When I spread her legs and licked her slit, Menea’s cries were utterly adorable.
Two years passed since Menea and I began sleeping together.
I was now 15 and had entered high society as an adult member of the royal family.
My hobbies were hunting for beautiful girls and training with a knight’s sword.
In social circles, I played the part of the “Princess Knight” while scouting for potential lovers among the noble ladies. It was during this time that I heard rumors about dildos from some older sisters I knew.
Disguised, I visited a suspicious shop selling “adult toys” and purchased a double-headed dildo and a strap-on for connecting with other girls.
“Sophie, you’re saying something that thick can go… there? It’s scary…”
“Menea, it’s my first time too, but it won’t be scary if we do it together, right?”
After thoroughly preparing both of us, I inserted the double-headed dildo.
“… It hurts! Sophie, pull it out!”
“It hurts for me too… but I’m happy because it’s with you, Menea.”
At that moment, Menea and I both lost our virginity, and our crotches were stained with the crimson “scar of bloodstains.”
From then on, we connected every night, indulging in each other.
Menea’s body was developed by my hands, and she responded adorably every time I stimulated her sensitive spots.
Around that time, I was recognized by those around me as a skilled swordswoman and a true “Princess Knight.”
I convinced my father to assign Sistina and Marilyn, the knights guarding the inner palace, as my direct subordinates.
“Princess Sophie, I am Sistina Charlotte von Xanthe, a knight assigned to your service from today. I’m 19 and specialize in the rapier.”
“Sistina, I welcome you.”
Sistina, the third daughter of a high-handed baron family, had luxurious blonde hair styled into a stunning vertical drill and sharp, beautiful blue eyes.
Though her chest was modest, her slender figure was graceful.
Her skill with the rapier was said to be on par with top tournament competitors.
However, she still couldn’t match Lyushenne, the Imperial Princess, though given her bust growth, Lyushenne might soon fall behind.
“Princess Sophie, I am Marilyn Quatt, also assigned to your service today. I’m 20 and specialize in staff fighting and offensive magic.”
“Marilyn, I welcome you as well.”
Marilyn, born a commoner, was a rare offensive mage.
Though she was supposed to serve as a court mage, her skill with the staff earned her a position as a knight.
Her fluffy pink hair and gentle demeanor might lead others to underestimate her, but rumors say she shows no mercy in actual combat.
Compared to Sistina, Marilyn was curvier.
From that day on, I kept Sistina and Marilyn by my side at all times.
“Sophie, where are you?”
I had Sistina called to the stables after her bath.
As expected, she arrived unarmed and defenseless.
“… Ah! Your Highness, please stop joking around.”
“You’re beautiful, Sistina. Let me cherish you.”
“Sophie, don’t squeeze my breasts, don’t pinch my nipples… Ahh!”
I approached Sistina from behind, pinning her arms and groping her chest over her clothes.
Then, I slipped my fingers through the seams of her clothing to tease and pull at her stiffening nipples.
The scent of soap wafted from her still-damp hair, and her warmed skin felt smooth to the touch.
“Sophie, please, have mercy! I beg of you!”
Ignoring her pleas, I undressed her until she was naked.
“Wh-what’s touching my behind?”
“That’s the strap-on I’m wearing. First, let’s try frottage.”
“Something big is rubbing against my crotch! It’s rubbing! I… I’m losing control… Ah… Noooo!”
I guided Sistina to the stable window, had her place her hands on the frame, and pushed her hips out.
Then, after spreading her legs slightly, I inserted the dildo, well-worn from use with Menea, and began vigorously stimulating her crotch.
Though Sistina resisted at first, her breaths grew ragged, and her cries mixed with moans.
Before long, her crotch was drenched in her own fluids, and the obscene sounds echoed through the stable, even arousing the horses.
“… Is it time?”
“… Ahh… It hurts! It hurts! … Ahh…”
I spread Sistina’s entrance and drove the dildo in.
Sistina’s legs threatened to give way, but I held her hips firm, thrusting relentlessly.
A trickle of red ran down her inner thigh.
It seemed Sistina had been a virgin.
Rumors had it that she went hunting for men on her days off, but…
In reality, Sistina was a virgin, and this act was effectively her “first night.” Afterward, we moved to the stable’s resting room, where I gently caressed her.
“Your Highness, you’re so forceful… But truthfully, I’ve secretly longed to be with you.”
“Now, you’re mine.”
“Yes, Sophie.”
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“Sophie… My body feels… numb…”
This time, I had slipped a paralyzing drug into Marilyn’s tea.
As a magical knight, I had to disable her to avoid being countered with offensive magic.
“Are you okay? Marilyn! Stay with me!”
“… My body… won’t move…”
During a secret inspection trip, I had Marilyn accompany me. While resting on a hill, I drugged her tea.
Pretending to nurse her, I shook her shoulders, but she was already immobile.
“I’ll make you feel better now!”
“I’m… sorry…”
Under the guise of caring for her, I removed Marilyn’s military gear, unbuttoned her coat, and helped her relax.
Next, I took off her shirt, removed her belt, and pulled down her pants, leaving her in her undergarments.
“You’re wearing such mature lingerie.”
“… Your Highness…”
Under her knight’s uniform, Marilyn had on purple lingerie: a string bra and a thong, barely concealing her breasts and crotch, made of sheer fabric.
The areolas of her ample breasts were clearly visible through the bra, and her nipples stood out.
Lowering my gaze, I saw her pink pubic hair peeking through the thong, and her engorged labia were moist with arousal.
The scent of an adult woman’s desire filled the air.
“… Ah… Ah… Ah…”
Before I knew it, I had removed Marilyn’s bra and was fondling her exposed breasts.
Even paralyzed, Marilyn could feel my touch, and her sensual moans escaped her lips.
“Marilyn, you’re so beautiful.”
“… Ah… Your Highness… Just say the word… And I’ll… Ahh!”
As I began to caress her, Marilyn’s face flushed red, and a look of ecstasy appeared.
It seemed Marilyn, like Sistina, had secretly desired me.
This made her voluptuous body all the more endearing.
“… Your Highness… There… Ah… Nooo!”
This time, I untied Marilyn’s thong, stripping her completely.
Her mature scent was strong, and I eagerly licked her labia.
Her entrance was so wet, practically a pussy, and I was ready to enter her.
I also stripped and strapped on my favorite strap-on.
Needless to say, once the drug wore off, Marilyn and I made love.
After that, Menea joined us, and the four of us indulged in a world of sensual pleasure, toying with noble ladies we met in high society.
Looking back, those were the most enjoyable, exhilarating days.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 23-5: Guilty ② △
Scheduled for release on September 28 at 0:00.
