From Sophie’s perspective…
Today was a terrible day.
I, Sophie, simply wanted to show my affection to the kittens as usual, but when I tried to touch them, they said “Guilty.” Then, something unbelievable happened—my arms moved on their own and slapped my cheeks hard.
The first one to do this was Ly. Ly and I are distantly related, but since she is a princess from the main family, I couldn’t lay a hand on her before. Liliana is also distantly related, but I was waiting for her to grow a bit more. However, now all three of us are just adventurers, so the status gap is gone.
Given that, isn’t it a normal desire or thought to want to touch Ly’s breasts, which have become even more attractive? Liliana’s blue body is also appealing, but there are too many beautiful girls in the *Princess Harem*, making it hard to focus.
But then…
When I touched Ly’s breasts, she became furious and slapped me. How utterly unfair! When she was known as the *Princess Knight*, even if I messed with the kittens, she would eventually forgive me, and we’d have a good time afterward. But now, the kittens in our adventurer party, the *Princess Harem*, are all stunning beauties who reject me. And that “Guilty” thing…
Ly may be skilled with a rapier, but she’s no mage. Yet, somehow, my hands moved on their own. I don’t understand it at all. It’s frustrating!
What’s more, this mysterious spell seems to be something all the kittens in this base mansion can use. Back then, I was just stubbornly trying to communicate with the kittens… but my cheeks swelled up.
What a terrible story!!
After that, they stripped me naked and forced me into underwear and a dress that screamed girly fashion. I love undressing beautiful girls in gorgeous dresses, but being forced into such an embarrassing outfit myself… To top it off, they put a silver wig on me.
I returned to my assigned private room and looked at myself in the mirror. The long, silky silver hair, though a wig, didn’t feel strange since I used to have silver hair. But it didn’t suit my face, which was more fitting for a *Princess Knight*. Lowering my gaze, I saw the dress the kittens had forced me into earlier—a delicate pink dress adorned with lace and frills, exuding girlish charm. Annoyingly, the chest part was loose, while the waist was snug.
This dress is something a delicate, sheltered young lady would wear. As a *Princess Knight*, I’ve always trained with swords and fought on horseback, which gave me calluses and muscles. Surely, a knight’s uniform or military attire would suit me better.
“Today was the worst. I’m just going to sleep.”
I roughly tore off the dress and removed my underwear, leaving me completely naked. Finally, I tried to remove the annoying wig.
“Ouch!? This wig… it won’t come off?”
Strangely, the wig had somehow fused with my scalp and wouldn’t budge.
“Ugh! I don’t get it. I’m going to sleep!!”
I crawled into bed naked and pulled up the covers. It’s worth mentioning that I’m currently bound by *Slave Contract Magic* to Hal Raymond, the leader of the *Princess Harem*. Until now, I only saw him as a detestable brat, but he healed my swollen cheeks with a miraculous *Healing Magic*. He did it skillfully and smoothly.
In our world, magic and mages exist. However, those who can use magic are rare, and there’s high demand for them. Most mages specialize in offensive magic, making *Healing Mages* exceptionally rare. Most of these rare *Healing Mages* are secured by religious organizations like the *Asgard Holy Church*. Of course, the Wahl Imperial Kingdom had a few court *Healing Mages*, but my homeland, the Yver Duchy, had none.
I thought about making that brat kneel and serve me one day. Or perhaps I wanted him to support me. After the recent incident, thinking about Hal made my chest ache with confusion.
Still, I was so tired that I quickly fell asleep. And then I had a strange dream? I hardly ever dream, but…
I found myself standing in a forest. Not a dense forest, but a luminous one filled with dazzling light. It might resemble the homeland of the Elves, though I’ve never been there. As I looked around, a small light appeared in the distance. It approached me, but it didn’t feel ominous. The light turned out to be a delicate fairy.
She was about the size of a palm, with refined features. Her golden hair shimmered like silk, and four translucent wings fluttered rapidly behind her. She wore a green tunic, just like the fairies in picture books. The fairy circled around me before landing on my outstretched hand. She then gazed at me and bowed deeply.
“Thank you very much for purchasing a magical tool from Fairy Wing Corp.”
Her voice was ethereal, like a stringed instrument being plucked.
“But I don’t recall buying anything…”
“The product you’re currently using, called *Princess Dream*, is the item in question.”
Ah, it must be the silver wig Ly forced on me.
“But I can’t take it off…”
“As stated in the manual, once worn, it integrates with the wearer’s body and cannot be removed. Now, let me explain the product.”
“Wait, who are you?”
“Oh, excuse me. My name is Luna, the assist fairy. I’m here to explain the *Princess Dream* product you purchased.”
As Luna began her explanation, most of it went over my head. Perhaps this wig was one of those rare artifacts from the *Ancient Magical Civilization Era* found deep in underground dungeons. According to Luna, this wig was developed for long-lived species tired of their lives, allowing them to restart as a different gender. It was originally meant to be worn by males to transform them into females. There were various types, depending on the kind of woman one wanted to become. Judging from its name, *Princess Dream*, it transforms the wearer into a delicate princess…
Biologically, I was already female, and before the fall of the Yver Duchy, I was the second princess. So, in a stroke of luck, the wig Ly forced on me couldn’t change me.
“Well then, enjoy your new life as a princess.”
After finishing her explanation, Luna fluttered her wings and flew away.
What a strange dream.
The next morning, I woke up as the sky began to brighten, but my dream had been awful. Perhaps the humiliation I suffered yesterday at the hands of the *Princess Harem* kittens influenced it?
I stretched under the covers in bed.
“Ah!?”
Suddenly, my nipple rubbed against the blanket, and I let out an odd sound. It was the first time I’d experienced such a sensation in the morning.
My body, while trained, was slender with barely any chest. This kind of sensitivity from just stretching was new. Then I remembered I’d slept naked. The earlier pleasant sensation must be due to that.
Refocusing, I got up but felt heavy. What was going on? My balance had changed, making my shoulders feel heavier. Looking down, I saw breasts as impressive as Ly’s. They were large and beautiful, exactly my type, and I felt the urge to squeeze them. But where was my flat chest?
“Why… why has this happened!?”
Panicking, I quickly looked in the mirror. My once slender, trained *Princess Knight* body had transformed into a voluptuous one.
“Wha… what? Was last night’s dream prophetic?”
Tears fell from the corners of my eyes. Despite my sadness, the reflection was so lovely that I felt confused.
After crying in front of the mirror for a while, I calmed down and decided to inspect my body. The wig had completely become my hair, and pulling it hurt my scalp. The silky, shimmering silver waterfall was beautiful, and I felt somewhat lucky. As a *Princess Knight*, I’d kept my hair short, but I’d always longed for long hair. However, my once stern face had become more delicate, resembling Liliana’s. My once sturdy neck and shoulders had become slender, making me feel fragile.
My chest had significantly changed—what was once modest now rivaled Ly’s ample bosom. The skin was smooth and fine. The perfectly shaped, bell-like breasts had pink areolae with cute nipples. My body was now curvaceous with a narrow waist and a round, full behind.
Wait, I had pubic hair before, but looking down, I was completely bare. My clitoral hood had also returned, covering what was once exposed. My labia were tightly shut, as if I were a virgin.
My limbs were now delicate, and my once sturdy fingers felt like they could break at a touch. This body belonged to a sheltered princess who’d never lifted anything heavier than a spoon.
“My trained body…”
I cried again. As the sun rose, I felt hungry.
“Do I have to expose this body to the kittens?”
Going to the dining room meant facing the *Princess Harem* party members and Hal. The thought made me tear up, overwhelmed with unprecedented shame.
Yet, upon reflection, my love for beautiful girls hadn’t changed. However, I was also surprised to find myself concerned about Hal. I quickly put on the underwear and dress I’d discarded the night before. My once loose chest was now tight, and my snug waist felt loose.
Once dressed, my stomach growled loudly.
“You can’t starve yourself.”
Without realizing my speech had become more princess-like, I opened the door and headed to the dining room.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 24-2: From Hunter to Hunted, scheduled for October 9th at 0:00.
