The Young Master of the Slave Trader – I Aim at Princess Harem – – Chapter 249

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1. Morning Bath and Morning
Erection!? ○

My body feels heavy, but incredibly warm. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I slowly began to wake up. It seemed to be before dawn, and the bedroom was shrouded in darkness, but someone was holding me tightly as they slept. When I listened closely, I could hear faint, rhythmic breathing—*sū, sū*—and what seemed like a sweet body odor.

Then, when I lifted my right hand, something moved with a *patari* and touched my palm. It felt *mofumofu*, incredibly soft to the touch.

I remembered that last night, I had completed the “First Night Ritual” with Shera, and we had slept together in the same bed afterward.

I turned on the magic tool’s light dimly and confirmed that Shera was sleeping soundly, clinging to me. In last night’s “First Night Ritual,” Shera had used her “Beastification” to transform into a sensual “Older Sister Shera” for our wedding night.

She seemed to have intended to please me with her alluring and voluptuous body, but no matter how much she borrowed the power of “Beastification” from her Beastkin racial traits to alter her appearance, she was undoubtedly still inexperienced as a virgin. Her facade had cracked midway through, but I suppose that’s part of her charm.

Afterward, as a service to me, she allowed me to shave her pubic hair with a razor. She had now returned to her usual form, a slightly childlike Shera, but I could feel the gentle swell of her breasts through her pajamas, which made me happy.

However, tonight, I have to escort Alicia to the White Castle to attend a masked ball.

Reluctantly, I decided to wake Shera up.

“…Sū… sū… sū… Fungya!? My tail! My tail!!”

I felt around Shera’s body, which was sleeping soundly above me, found where her tail was, and firmly grasped its base. Shera, startled, jumped up.

“Good morning, Shera. How are you feeling?”

“Startled, startled. A little…”

I checked on Shera’s condition after her sudden awakening, and she indeed seemed to have some discomfort in her crotch area. Last night, Shera had accepted a penis for the first time in her life, so there was nothing to be done about it. I could heal her hymen and vaginal walls with my “Healing Magic” and restore her virginity, but Shera probably wouldn’t want that.

“I was tired last night, so I didn’t take a bath. Shall we take a morning bath?”

“…Yes…”

So, I invited Shera for a morning bath, and she shyly lowered her face and agreed. I got up and prepared the bath. In this “Princess Harem” base mansion, there was a bath operated by an expensive magic tool, making it easy to prepare. The previous owner, a certain Count, had installed it out of sheer wealth, but for the party members of noble birth, it was an essential facility.

Normally, one would have to draw water from a river or well into a bucket to fill the bathtub and burn firewood to heat the water, which is hard work. However, in this bath, a magic tool with built-in water and fire elemental magic dispensed hot water when the faucet was turned, a clever contraption.

Once the bath was ready, Shera and I headed to the changing room.

“Can you let me check your body, Shera? I’m curious about what happened after your ‘Beastification’ was released.”

“…Y-Yes…”

Shera was now wearing cute pajamas that suited her age, rather than the seductive dancer’s outfit she wore as “Older Sister Shera” last night. When I expressed interest in her body after the “Beastification,” Shera blushed beet red but agreed.

“Alright, I’ll start by removing your top. Please put your hands up like you’re celebrating.”

“…”

Shera obediently raised her arms, turning her face away as if to avoid my gaze. I then took the hem of her pajama top and lifted it, removing it. First, her soft, girlish stomach and navel were revealed. The area around Shera’s navel had been a sensitive spot for “Older Sister Shera,” and I had kissed it numerous times, leaving love bites, but there were no traces left.

Then, her ribs became visible, followed by a slight swell of her breasts. Although I had thoroughly enjoyed her breasts during last night’s activities, they had returned to the appearance of an innocent girl’s chest. As I pulled the pajama top off her arms, Shera was now bare-chested.

Shera’s still youthful face was flushed, and her bright blue eyes, reminiscent of a sunlit southern sea, were moist with heat. The girl standing here was indeed the one who had completed the “First Night Ritual” last night. Although shy, her fox ears, which grew from the sides of her head, stood proudly erect.

“You’re beautiful, Shera.”

“Yes!”

I stroked Shera’s head and fox ears, praising her.

“Now for the pants.”

Shera flinched when my fingertips touched her abdomen, but I untied the drawstring of her pajama pants without hesitation to pull them down. Because Shera had a tail growing from her backside, the structure of her pants differed from those of humans, with a slit on the back, which needed to be tied. I then pulled the pants down. She was wearing panties underneath, and her slender legs were revealed.

“This is the last piece.”

“…Hii!? …Ah… Ahh…”

The last piece, her panties, had a slit in the back to accommodate her tail. As I inevitably touched her tail, a sensitive area, as I removed them, Shera let out a soft moan.

Thus, Shera was completely naked. I took another look at Shera’s body.

Her lustrous white hair was cut to just a little longer than her shoulders. “Older Sister Shera’s” hair had reached her waist, so the length had changed. There were no major changes to her cute fox ears. On the other hand, the tail that had been split into two for “Older Sister Shera” had returned to its original single form. Furthermore, I confirmed that the love bites I had left were completely gone.

“Lastly, please show me your crotch area.”

“Iiit…s embarrassing.”

As a final confirmation, I instructed her to prepare the observation of her secret place, and she slightly spread her legs. Shera’s crotch area was generally smooth, but along with some baby hair, a few coarse hairs could be observed, and the traces of last night’s shaving were gone.

Even as a racial trait, it was fascinating.

Then, as I brought my face close to Shera’s crotch, after checking the state of her “muscular” slit and clitoris glans, I opened her labia and vagina opening—*pakari*—and observed the inside of her vaginal walls.

“As expected, the hymen is gone… And there are some engorged areas on the vaginal walls.”

Thus, I confirmed that Shera’s “First Night Ritual” had been completed without any issues.

“Now, let’s have our morning bath.”

“Okay!”

We entered the bathroom, rinsed ourselves, and submerged ourselves in the hot water. Shera sat on my lap, looking content. However, as I was in contact with Shera’s bare skin again, my penis in my crotch began to stiffen. The world outside was still pre-dawn, and whether this was a typical “morning erection” or a reaction to Shera’s body was difficult to determine, but for me, I had an erect penis, and there was a vagina opening to insert it into, so there was only one thing to do.

“…Heh!? N-No. …T-Tickles… n… Ah…”

First, I kissed Shera’s slender neck, wrapped my arms around her, cupped her breasts, and massaged them—*momi, momi*. Shera’s body trembled in surprise at my sudden caress, but after a moment, she calmed down and passively accepted what I was doing. Nevertheless, her ragged breaths were mixed with moans of pleasure.

“Shera, is it okay if we continue?”

“…Y-Yes…”

I brought my face close to Shera’s fox ears and whispered my request. Shera then agreed in a faint voice.

“…Ahh… ah… n… *hyaan*… ugh…”

With her consent, I resumed caressing her breasts and licked her neck and back. Then, her tail, growing from her buttocks, twitched and stimulated my penis. This kind of play was impossible with humans.

The stimulation from her tail made my penis fully erect, and it was on the verge of bursting. However, Shera’s body had only just begun with the foreplay and was not ready to accept a penis. If this continued, I would end up ejaculating in the bathtub.

With determination, I wrapped my arms around Shera’s thighs, lifted her as if scooping her up, and somehow managed to stand up. I ejaculated onto the tiled floor.

That was close.

“Embarrassing, embarrassing.”

Once I calmed down, I assessed the situation. With a surge of adrenaline, I lifted Shera and moved her to the edge of the bathtub, ejaculating milky white fluid (semen) onto the bathroom tiles. Shera, however, was in a panic, suddenly being lifted in the posture of a young girl urinating.

Her legs flailed—*batabata*—as she squirmed in embarrassment.

I fondled Shera’s flustered state, which I found endearing, and as I took a seat on the bath chair, I resumed caressing her. During last night’s “First Night Ritual,” I had pretty much stuck to the missionary position, but caressing her from behind was a new and unknown experience for Shera.

The mating of wild animals is generally done from behind, with the male mounting the female’s back and thrusting his penis in and out.

“…Ahh, ahh~… Ahh, ah, ah…”

I persistently massaged Shera’s cute breasts and pinched her nipples with my fingertips, and her moans of pleasure gradually intensified.

“…H-Hyaan! …Ah… No… ah… That… Iynn…”

Having thoroughly enjoyed Shera’s breasts, I lowered my hands and lifted her thighs, mercilessly spreading her legs apart. Shera, sitting on my lap, resisted by kicking her legs—*batabata*—but since her secret place was now exposed, I placed my right hand on her vulva—*surisuri*—and rubbed it. Her soft labia (*punipuni*) were rubbed, and her clitoris, along with its hood, was stimulated. At times, my fingertips would slip into the slit of her vulva, and after a while, wet sounds—*pichapicha*—could be heard from Shera’s crotch.

“…Hal-sama… Ahhh… Nooo… It’s… weird…”

Shera’s vulva seemed to be filling with love juice. Using only the sensation of my fingertips, I opened her labia—*kuchuri*—and inserted the first joint of my middle finger into her wet vagina opening—*guchu, guchu*—and stirred. I briefly wondered if it was cruel, as I had just taken her virginity last night, but my beastly instinct took over, and Shera’s tiny vagina opening was stretched wider.

“You seem quite loosened up. May I insert it?”

“Hah, hah, hah—”

Shera, already breathless from my caresses, couldn’t answer. However, since she wasn’t resisting fiercely, I judged it as consent. My penis, responding to Shera’s sweet moans and gasps, had become erect again and was ready.

“…Hii!? Inside my body… Hiiiii, it’s inside… It hurts… It hurts…”

With only the strength of my arms, I lifted Shera’s light body, spread her legs as wide as possible in a straddle, and while maintaining that position, slowly lowered her. Aligning the tip of my erect penis with her vagina opening—*zub, zub*—I inserted it. My erect, hard penis was swallowed into Shera’s vagina opening without bending.

Shera was accepting a penis for the second time in her life, but unlike last night’s missionary position, she thrashed wildly in fear of being penetrated deeply from behind. Furthermore, I stimulated her vaginal walls and cervix by moving Shera’s body up and down.

“…I’m… coming! …Ahh… It’s deep… It hurts… Iiiiiaaaaaa!!”

As my arms grew numb under Shera’s weight, she reached her orgasm and simultaneously—*choro, choro, shaaah*—incontinently urinated. Then, as I ejaculated inside the limp Shera, I also lost my strength. With my last bit of energy, I placed Shera on the bathroom tiles on the floor and finished.

Afterward, we thoroughly washed ourselves and left the bathroom. Shera was in a terrible mood at that time, but after my profuse apologies, she somehow forgave me. I suppose I shouldn’t have gone all out from the start.

“Hal… sama… Still… I like you, I like you.”

However, just before we changed into our everyday clothes and headed out into the corridor, Shera smiled, briefly touched her lips to mine in a kiss, and ran ahead to the dining hall on the first floor. Looking out the window, I saw that the sun had risen and it was bright outside. Thinking about it, our morning bath, or rather, our lovemaking, had taken quite a bit of time.

Today is going to be a busy day. Having received energy from Shera, I need to do my best too. From now on, I decided to completely lift the “Beastification” restriction I had placed on Shera. She would now be able to use “Beastification” at her own discretion.

2. Ascending the Castle via Rube Goldberg Machine

During last night’s “First Night Ritual” with Shera, I had held myself back a bit. Yet, this morning, as I planned to freshen up in the morning bath, I found myself embracing her again, stimulated by Shera’s tail as she sat on my lap.

During the “First Night Ritual,” Shera had been in the form of a voluptuous “Older Sister Shera” with two tails, due to her Beastkin racial trait “Beastification,” but in the bathroom, she was in her normal, childlike form.

Was it as if magic resided in that tail, making Elise and Freya fall captive?

As I pondered this while heading down to the dining hall on the first floor, breakfast had already begun. By the way, Lyushenne and Freya, who are not morning people, were nowhere to be seen, so it probably wasn’t that late.

“Good morning, everyone.”

“”Good morning, Hal-sama.””

Sitting at the chairs around the long table in the center of the dining hall were Elise, Mai, Swan Hilda, Kirika, Dietlinde, Liliana, Shera, and Ilisha—8 people in total. Tirna, Edele, and Sophie seemed to be serving.

“Sophie is also serving this morning?”

“It’s part of her punishment for breaking the wig that Kirika and Mai painstakingly found.”

When I confirmed Sophie was serving, Liliana informed me that it was part of her assigned punishment from the other day. Incidentally, she mentioned that the punishment changed daily.

“Hal-sama, I will bring your meal immediately.”

“Thank you, Tirna.”

Soon, a delicious-looking meal was placed before me: a warm soup with a large chunk of meat, freshly baked bread, a salad of seasonal vegetables, and a fruit platter. As usual, I offered a prayer of thanks to God before I began to eat.

“Well then, I’m off. First, I’ll return to the Raymond Mansion to meet up with Alicia, get ready, and then head to the entrance of the Victory Commemoration Park in the Noble District, as designated by Viscountess Salibana, before ascending the White Castle. Elise, I’m leaving things in your care!”

“Of course, Hal-sama. Have a safe trip.”

After finishing breakfast, I decided to leave the “Princess Harem” base mansion alone to attend today’s most important event, the masked ball. I had entrusted matters to Elise, the sub-leader of the “Princess Harem,” but despite her cheerful words, I sensed that she had something up her sleeve.

However, time was pressing, so I started walking without pursuing the matter further.

Upon exiting the entrance of the base mansion, I walked down to the main road that ran below the hill. After waiting for a while, a circulating public carriage arrived.

My current appearance was that of an adventurer at first glance. Moreover, I was dressed in an inconspicuous manner, barely above a beginner. Even if they recognized me, they would probably think of me as the degenerate son of the Raymond family, living the life of a down-and-out adventurer as rumored.

Inside the public carriage, there were three men who appeared to be adventurers, one man who looked like a merchant, and a stout woman who seemed to be a farmer, for a total of five passengers.

The public carriage proceeded smoothly and arrived at the checkpoint built into the walls of the Imperial Capital Granza. However, the line of people waiting was more than three times longer than usual.

This would make their return to the Raymond Mansion take too long.

“Apparently, all the nobles from the Espana Imperial Kingdom are gathering today, so the inspections are very strict.”
“I-Is that so? Then I won’t be able to make it to my appointment…”
“Well, they did post notices a few days ago, so it can’t be helped.”
“I-I feel like I’m going to pee myself!”
“Still, the line is ridiculously long, isn’t it?”

It seemed that due to the masked ball at the White Castle, which I was also attending, the entry inspection was unusually strict.

“I have no choice. I’ll have to use my trump card.”

Muttering to myself, I headed towards the noble-only gate, bypassing the line for commoners.

“Hey, you brat! Are you foolish enough to come to this gate as a fledgling adventurer?”
“This is a gate exclusively for nobles! You’d best leave before you get hurt.”

As I approached the noble-only gate, two soldiers armed with spears blocked my path. The commoners in line, as if watching an amusing spectacle, held their breath, observing.

“Thank you for your service, soldiers. Could you please look at this?”

“Brat, I don’t know what you plan to show me, but if you do anything strange, we’ll arrest you immediately!”

As I got closer to the noble gate, I called out to the gate soldiers with a deferential attitude.

“I need to attend the masked ball tonight. Could you please let me through?”

“Brat, what nonsense are you spewing!? —Wait, what is this sealed letter!? …U-Underneath, it has the highest seal of the Espana Royal Family— Excuse me, but who might you be?”

When I showed the sealed invitation to the masked ball to the approaching soldier, his attitude changed completely. This was exactly what Viscountess Salibana had told me would happen. Still, I admired the soldier’s demeanor as he checked my identity.

“I am Hal Raymond. Emperor Henry has conferred upon me the rank of First-Class Quasi-Noble.”

“M-My apologies. Please proceed. First-Class Quasi-Noble Raymond.”

This time, I took out the insignia that indicated my status as a First-Class Quasi-Noble from a hidden pocket in my jacket, and the gate soldiers stood at attention and allowed me through the noble-only gate. Incidentally, this gate is quite large, primarily for nobles to pass through while in their carriages. The sight of this large gate opening for me to walk through was, in a way, surreal.

The commoners in line also seemed dumbfounded by this outcome.

Thus, after passing through the city gate checkpoint in the shortest possible time, I boarded a public carriage heading towards the upscale residential area where the Raymond Mansion was located. At the entrance of the Raymond Mansion, Alicia was waiting for me, just as she had been during my meeting with Nicola Osuf, the “Young Master Slave Trader,” some time ago.

“Hal-sama, welcome back.”

“I’m home, Alicia. I don’t think I’m late today.”

“That’s right. We still have some time. Let’s have a slightly early lunch and get ready. I have an appointment to meet Viscountess Salibana at the entrance of the Victory Commemoration Park in the Noble District, and it takes a while to get there from here.”

I thought I had arrived at the Raymond Mansion in the shortest time possible, but when Alicia pointed it out, it was already almost noon. Apparently, the public carriages heading to the Imperial Capital Granza were also slower than usual. The masked ball was already having an impact.

I had lunch at my family home, the Raymond Mansion, for the first time in a while. However, I decided against a heavy meal so that I could enjoy the feast at the masked ball, opting for a light sandwich and black tea. Incidentally, Alicia ate just as lightly.

“You don’t eat much either, Alicia.”

“In my case, I need to cinch my waist with a corset later…”

Alicia explained that she couldn’t eat much because she had to wear a corset under her dress. After our light lunch, we cleaned ourselves with a bath and got dressed in formal attire. For Alicia, her mother Shakura was directing the preparations, and her younger sister Miuuki was also assisting.

Mother Shakura was incredibly enthusiastic about Alicia’s grand debut.

As for me, I got ready with the help of the maids serving the Raymond family and put on a tuxedo. However, Alicia’s dressing was taking a long, long time. It seemed to be taking even longer because the women of the Raymond family were making all sorts of suggestions.

“Alicia… You’re unrecognizable! You’re so beautiful.”

After waiting for quite some time, or rather, a considerable amount of time, Alicia finally appeared.

On her head, she wore a flaxen wig purchased recently. The wig was elaborately styled, adorned with silver ornaments and jewels. Her dress was an evening gown, chic in a deep green hue, and her waist was so tightly cinched it looked like it would break. Of course, the neckline was daring, revealing a cleavage. The back was also largely exposed, a mature evening gown. In her right hand, she held a mask, the kind elegant ladies wear.

Even so, Alicia did not lose to the elegant evening gown, her stately demeanor as a Viscountess seemed to shine through.

“Young Master, and Miss Alicia, the carriage is ready.”

“Thank you. Then, let’s go, Alicia.”

“Yes, Hal.”

“Alicia, don’t lose in the battle of women.”

“Hal-onii-chan, you look prettier that way.”

As we were about to get into the two-horse carriage owned by the Raymond family, which I was using for the first time in a while, Mother Shakura and my younger sister Miuuki came out to the entrance to see Alicia off.

“Mother, and Miuuki too, aren’t you going to say hello to me?”

“Unkind Hal rarely returns here these days, so we’re here to see off our precious family member, Alicia.”

“I like Alicia-onee-chan better than Hal-onii-chan because she’s prettier.”

When I complained to my mother and sister, I received several times the amount of criticism in return. If I pushed any further, it would be like stirring up trouble.

Thus, after a hurried preparation at the Raymond family home, Alicia and I headed towards the entrance of the Victory Commemoration Park in the Noble District, our meeting place with Viscountess Salibana.

From the carriage window, the luxurious mansions of the wealthy in the district where the Raymond Mansion was located flowed past. Glancing at Alicia, who was sitting next to me, I noticed she was trembling slightly.

“What’s wrong, Alicia? Are you scared?”

“Yes, Hal. I haven’t made my debut in society yet…”

“It’s okay, Alicia. It’s a masked ball this time, so once we get to the castle, we’ll blend in and stick to the sidelines.”

“Thank you, Hal.”

As Alicia and I discussed our plan for the masked ball, the scenery outside the window suddenly changed. The surrounding wealthy mansions were replaced by magnificent palace-like residences built on vast grounds. It seemed we had entered the Noble District, leaving the area where commoners lived.

“It seems we’ve entered the Noble District. By the way, have you heard what happened to the former Viscount Rendol’s residence where Alicia grew up?”

“Sadly, it was razed… and apparently, another noble has already built a mansion there.”

“I see…”

“However, Minister Gasper has secured my personal belongings and my mother’s keepsakes.”

“I see.”

“Actually, this necklace is my mother’s keepsake—”

I had been curious about this for some time. The former Viscount Rendol’s residence where Alicia grew up had been razed, and another noble had already built a mansion there. However, the personal belongings of her mother, which Alicia had been so attached to when Gaspard and I rescued her from slavery, were secured by Prime Minister Gasper and sent to her.

“Young Master Hal, we are approaching the entrance of Victory Commemoration Park, our destination.”

“I see. Viscountess Salibana’s carriage hasn’t arrived yet. Please stop at the roadside until it arrives.”

“Understood.”

Following my instructions, the Raymond family’s coachman pulled our carriage over to the side of the road and stopped.

“By the way, Hal, can you dance social dances?”

“There are many famous beauties at the ‘Princess Harem’ base mansion who were the stars of society, and they were all skilled social dancers themselves… They’ve taught me to a basic level.”

“Actually, I was taught by Lyushenne too… In that case, let’s dance at least one song!”

“O-Okay, Alicia. Excuse me if I step on your feet.”

“I’ll somehow lead.”

Alicia seemed concerned about whether I could dance social dances, and now she looked relieved. Given this turn of events, I felt obligated to accompany her until she was satisfied.

“Young Master Hal, a noble’s carriage is approaching from ahead.”

“Indeed, it’s a magnificent black carriage.”

“Certainly, the crest of Viscount Southern is depicted on the carriage door, so it must be that carriage.”

“Viscount Southern and Viscountess, I apologize for the undue imposition.”

“Viscount Southern, and Salibana-sama, thank you for today.”

“Not at all. It is beyond my joy to be able to assist two promising individuals. Don’t you agree, dear?”

“Viscountess Alicia Mia von Rendol and First-Class Quasi-Noble Hal Raymond, I am greatly pleased that you have entrusted us today. I am—”

Inside the imposing carriage of the Southern family, Viscount Southern and his wife, who were also attending the masked ball, were seated. Alicia and I were seated opposite them, and the carriage set off towards the White Castle, the center of the Espana Imperial Kingdom.
The carriage of Viscount Southern’s family soon arrived at the White Castle. Naturally, the Viscount’s carriage passed through the opened main gate without any issues. The castle grounds were vast, and after passing several fountains, geometrically patterned gardens, and luxuriously decorated palaces, our carriage stopped at the entrance of the villa where today’s masked ball would be held.

“It seems we’ve arrived. Shall we go in?”

Alicia and I, following Viscount Southern and Viscountess Salibana, attached emblems to our chests indicating our status and then disembarked with our masks on.

At the entrance, guards stood at regular intervals, giving off an intimidating aura. However, Viscount Southern ignored their presence and slowly followed the usher. Alicia and I had no choice but to follow behind him.

After a brief body check and verification of masquerade ball invitations by soldiers who appeared to be guards at the entrance to the masquerade ball hall, we were guided into the venue.

### 3. Everyone Gather for the Masquerade Ball!

The venue for the masked ball, which we attended with Viscount and Viscountess Southern, was bustling. The hall itself was also sumptuously decorated.

Several chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, with countless finely cut pieces of glass refracting the light emitted by the magic tools that served as the light source.

Mythological frescoes adorned the ceiling itself. I assumed they were fresco paintings.

Fresco painting is a technique that uses freshly applied plaster and pigments made from crushed rock colors on a canvas. However, the conditions for the plaster to absorb the rock colors are strict, and it requires a great deal of effort to create such paintings.

Furthermore, ceiling paintings are created by building scaffolding, and working while looking up at the ceiling is also a difficult task. Such ceiling paintings can also be seen in the grand temple of the Asgard Holy Church, so it was easy to understand the difficulty of this work.

“The masquerade ball venue is incredibly elaborate, isn’t it?”

“It truly is.”

Alicia seemed overwhelmed by the splendor of the venue. This place was also a venue for showcasing national prestige, so the highest level of craftsmanship must have been employed.

“Are those paintings on the ceiling episodes of great gods?”

“Yes. There seems to be time until the opening, so I’ll tell you about the gods’ episodes.”

“Thank you, Hal.”

“Those paintings…”

As I began to recount the episodes depicted in the ceiling paintings, Viscount and Viscountess Southern bowed and walked ahead.

The goddess visible in the distance must be Aquaanar, the supreme deity of water. The painting seems to depict the episode where she parted the great sea with her miraculous power. Aquaanar is also the goddess who assisted Freya, the rightful heir to the throne of the Old Kingdom of Vandis, during the “Thanksgiving Concert” held in the homeland of Freya, the Old Kingdom of Vandis, when we went on an expedition to the Southern Nations.

At that “Thanksgiving Concert,” Freya became known as the “Diva of Calm.” That title is synonymous with the rightful heir to the Kingdom of Vandis.

However, since she was taken away by Swan Hilda, a Valkyrie of the God Clan, the succession of royal power is merely on hold.

The god seen on the right side must be Calyun, the supreme deity of fire. Speaking of Calyun, he is the god who gave the hero Albert Sandia, the leader of the hero party that the former Cleric Lester was a part of, the quest to defeat Demon King Gandaro and the divine artifact, the holy sword Calyute. The celestial painting depicts him burning an evil ancient dragon with his divine skill.

The goddess seen on the left is Dentemetina, the supreme deity of earth and the earth mother goddess. Dentemetina is the goddess who sealed the “Great Calamity” in the “Yoke of God” located in the deepest part of the underground dungeon at the Portland Castle Ruins in the Old Kingdom of Portland, the homeland of Elise.

Elise was the “Maiden Priestess of Sealing.”

The “Yoke of God” seems to exist in the Old Imperial Capital Ashurai of the Old Wahl Imperial Kingdom, the homeland of Ly, and in Dedmonia Kingdom founded by Azarily Desmon, one of the ancient heroes. However, it is currently only known to exist in the Northern Nations, which are dominated by demonkin. If we believe Edele’s story, is the Demon Lord’s Castle the intended location?

My adventurer party, “Princess Harem,” which includes Elise, the “Maiden Priestess of Sealing,” will likely need to visit the remaining seal sites as soon as possible to confirm the state of the seals.

I have already received two divine *himorogi* magic staffs from Dentemetina.

Furthermore, the celestial painting depicts the episode of creation of this land we live on, well demonstrating her divine authority as the earth mother goddess.

The god depicted in the foreground is Crouneruia, the supreme deity of time and space. The ceiling painting appears to depict the episode of the creation of the heavens. And this Crouneruia is also the god who governs the laws of causality.

Finally, the goddess depicted in the center is Lucialurei, the supreme deity of holiness and light. In the Eastern Nations, it is said that if Lucialurei hides in the cave of Amanoiwato, this world will be plunged into darkness.

I recall reading in an ancient text stored in the restricted section of the Asgard Holy Church during my time as Cardinal Lester, about a ritual passed down in the Kasa-koku, a remote island nation in the Eastern Nations, to bring forth Lucialurei when she hides.

I believe it was the Isurugi clan…

The ceiling painting depicts the renowned episode of bestowing light upon us.

Having grown tired of looking up at the ceiling and explaining the gods’ episodes to Alicia, I lowered my gaze and observed the walls.

A balcony was installed in the middle of the walls, allowing a panoramic view of the masquerade ball venue.

Intricate carvings adorned the pillars and walls, indicating significant labor and cost. Of course, the floor was covered with what seemed to be expensive carpets that might have sunk your shoes, but the central part was wooden.

Round tables laden with delicacies and alcoholic beverages were placed at regular intervals in the hall, slightly away from the walls, with chairs for resting along the walls. The center of the hall was kept wide open, designed for social dancing. I looked for the accompaniment and found musicians waiting on some of the balconies I had seen earlier.

At the back of the hall, a raised dais featured a throne. However, with only one chair, the organizer of this masquerade ball was likely Princess Elizabeth alone.

There seemed to be a gag order regarding Emperor Henry’s condition.

Many distinguished guests had already gathered in the hall, chatting in various groups. Amidst them, waiters and waitresses circulated with trays of wine glasses, serving wine and collecting empty glasses.

Viscount and Viscountess Southern, with whom we had parted earlier, appeared to be mingling and greeting guests. Even with masks on, it was easy to discern familiar faces by their build and demeanor.

Under the pretense of a masquerade ball, it was supposed to be a night of revelry beyond social constraints, but in reality, escaping the shackles of society was difficult.

“It’s quite lively. As expected from an event hosted by the Espana Imperial Kingdom.”

“Hal… I’m starting to get scared. Even with masks, people can tell who’s who if they know each other…”

“It’s alright, neither I nor Alicia are well-known in Espana Imperial Kingdom’s social circles.”

“That’s right. I feel a little relieved.”

“Distinguished guests, please be quiet. His Highness Crown Prince Elizabeth of Espana will now enter.”

It seemed the scheduled time had arrived, and the master of ceremonies announced the entrance of the host, Crown Prince Elizabeth, affectionately known as “Beth-chan.” The hall fell silent as if struck by water. Then, “Beth-chan,” dressed in a splendid ceremonial outfit, entered with important figures like Prime Minister Gesper, and solemnly proceeded to the throne and took her seat.

“Everyone, thank you for gathering tonight. I am delighted. My father, Emperor Henry, is slightly unwell and is resting as a precaution. Tonight is a night of revelry, so please enjoy yourselves to the fullest!”

“Beth-chan,” who should have been a child not yet ten years old, confidently delivered her opening remarks as the host.

“Now, let us toast to the prosperity of the Espana Imperial Kingdom and victory in the war against the demonkin. Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

“Beth-chan” raised her glass in her right hand and initiated the toast, marking the opening of the masquerade ball. Music began to play, and the atmosphere instantly became lively. Meanwhile, “Beth-chan,” who had led the toast, was escorted out by the Imperial guards and dignitaries.

“Alicia, would you care for a dance?”

“Yes, with pleasure!”

In the center of the hall, young nobles and ladies, clearly seeking romantic encounters, were already moving about looking for partners for social dancing, and couples who had found each other began to dance. However, most of their dances seemed somewhat awkward.

“It seems like the dancing of the people around us isn’t very good.”

“I don’t think so. This is normal! I’m sure of it!”

Alicia and I also started dancing. Perhaps due to Alicia’s skillful lead, we danced beautifully.

“Hal? You’re incredibly good at social dancing.”

“Do I really seem it?! I was always being scolded during practice…”

“Your instructors were former princesses, who are among the top dancers of this era. Frankly, their standards are much higher than those of social dance tutors hired by common nobles.”

“I see…”

As Alicia and I danced, engaging in intimate conversation, those who were dancing around us had gradually moved to the sides, and our dance became the center of attention.

“That gentleman dances with such flair. I wonder who he is?”

“That princess is also showcasing a very beautiful dance. I wish I could get closer.”

Receiving envious glances from those around us, Alicia and I, realizing our unintended prominence, took the opportunity as the music ended to retreat into the crowd.

“I didn’t intend to stand out this much.”

“Hal, you really outdid yourself.”

As we reflected on our conspicuousness, Alicia agreed with a slightly tired expression.

“Well, I suppose we had to dance at least that much.”

“I could also dance to that extent…”

As the crowd began to settle down, I somehow heard familiar whispers of women’s voices. They couldn’t possibly be here… was it an auditory hallucination?

“Oh!? You guys!!”

Turning around, I saw two noblewomen conversing. Of course, they were disguised with masks and wigs, but I recognized the lavishly endowed bust of one of them.

The lady wearing the mask was Ly, in disguise. Judging by the tone of their voices and their builds, the other noblewoman was likely Liliana. I looked around in astonishment, and there were indeed “Princess Harem” party members gathered.

Elise seemed to be eating at that table over there, with Freya sitting beside her with a composed expression. At the next table, a busty beautiful girl was seducing a young noblewoman who looked like a beautiful girl, which was probably Sophie.

By what means did they manage to infiltrate this masquerade ball?

Just then, Tirna approached Ly and Liliana with plates of food.

At a distant table, Kirika and Mai were eating mountains of food, and at a table beyond them, Swan Hilda and Edele were engaged in a discussion.

In a corner on the opposite side, there was an area where demi-humans were gathered, and surprisingly, Dietlinde, Shera, and for some reason, Ilisha were there.

The “Princess Harem” party members had completely assembled!

“Hal, what’s wrong? You suddenly look pale… Did I push you too hard with social dancing?”

“No, Alicia… All of the ‘Princess Harem’ party members are here in this venue.”

“What!? No way!!”

“Look over there…”

With my explanation, Alicia also turned pale with surprise.

“Excuse me. Are you First-Class Quasi-Noble Raymond and Viscountess Rendle? Our master is calling for you in the private room beyond.”

Suddenly, a young knight, who appeared to be from the Imperial guard, stopped us.

Could this be a summons from the host of the masquerade ball, “Beth-chan,” Crown Prince Elizabeth? I happened to glance at my palm, which was sweating.

“…Understood. Let’s go. Alicia, don’t stray from my side!”

“Yes, Hal.”

Alicia and I, resigning ourselves to our fate, decided to follow the young knight.

### 4. To Stand or Not to Stand, That is the Question! ①

I, Hal Raymond, and Alicia are attending a masquerade ball held at the White Castle. This is because we received an invitation from Espana Imperial Kingdom’s Crown Prince Elizabeth, also known as “Beth-chan.” “Beth-chan” is someone I resurrected using “Resurrection Magic” and is also bound to me by “Slave Contract Magic” and the “Pledge of Sisterhood.”

“Beth-chan” apparently has some complicated matters she wishes to discuss with me.

Alicia and I were enjoying the masquerade ball, but we were stunned to realize that all of the “Princess Harem” party members had secretly gathered here.

While Alicia and I were turning pale with astonishment, we were summoned by a young knight who appeared to be from the Imperial guard. We left the party venue and were led to a section designated as the royal family’s private space.

“Hal… I have no idea where we’re going.”

“You’re right. Winding corridors, connecting hallways, stairs going up and down… it’s incredibly complex and bizarre.”

Alicia, clinging to my arm, looked apprehensive. While I was in a similar situation, there was a crucial difference between Alicia and me.

That is, I could vaguely sense the location of the masquerade ball venue, the “Princess Harem” party members, and “Beth-chan.” This is likely a benefit of the “Slave Contract Magic’s” fugitive slave tracking function.

Although it’s meant for tracking runaway slaves, it proves surprisingly useful. Of course, it’s tiring to be aware of it constantly, so this effect is deactivated unless I, the master of the slaves, consciously focus on it.

“Please wait here in this reception room for a while.”

When I opened the door to the room the young knight had indicated, it was indeed a reception room. The young knight who guided us bowed and turned back, leaving Alicia and me alone.

“Hal… what will happen to us now?”

“It’ll be fine. “Beth-chan” is heading this way.”

“Is that so…”

In the center of the room was a luxurious reception desk, which seemed to be made of rare wood like ebony, given its dark sheen. The sofas were also made of ebony, with plush cushions. Looking around, I saw landscape paintings that appeared to be by famous artists, and in the corner of the room, a vase with vibrant Eastern-style patterns was displayed. Of course, the floor was covered with a soft, luxurious carpet.

“Is this reception room for important guests of the Espana Imperial family?”

“Yes, I think so too.”

“It’s been a while, Big Brother Hal! And Sister-in-law Alicia!”

As Alicia and I sat on the sofa in the reception room waiting, the door suddenly opened, and “Beth-chan,” the Crown Prince of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, Elizabeth, burst in.

When she appeared in the party venue earlier to make the opening declaration for the masquerade ball, she was in formal attire resembling a military uniform, befitting a Crown Prince. A aiguillette, also known as gold braiding, hung from her right shoulder, and she wore numerous medals. Of course, there was a tiara encrusted with jewels on her head, but from the length of her hair, it seemed to be a wig.

The material for that wig was apparently the hair of a certain Duke’s daughter.

However, “Beth-chan,” who appeared in the reception room, was in a cute dress suitable for her age. She had also removed the wig, letting her shoulder-length blonde hair flow.

“As expected, your lap is the best, Big Brother Hal!”

Before we could even greet her, “Beth-chan” sat on my lap, looking extremely pleased.

“Crown Prince Elizabeth! Isn’t this… improper?”

“It’s fine. The area around this reception room has been cleared. Right now, I am not the Crown Prince, but Big Brother Hal’s… c-lover!”

“Beth-chan’s” also learned to make such jokes…”

“Grrr…”

“Beth-chan,” sitting on my lap, calls me her lover, but it lacks persuasion coming from a nine-year-old girl. As a result, “Beth-chan” gritted her teeth in frustration under the lukewarm gaze of Alicia and myself.

Although this exchange would be considered lese-majesty in public, it is not an issue as “Beth-chan” is currently my slave.

“So, what is the reason you summoned me here today under the guise of the masquerade ball?”

“Big Brother Hal, you know about the condition of my father, Emperor Henry, don’t you?”

“It seems to be quite serious.”

“He is already unable to get out of bed. His death is likely imminent. When that happens, I will immediately ascend to the throne and become Empress, but the world situation is not favorable.”

“Could it be the movements of the Demon Lord Army?”

“That’s correct, Sister Alicia. If my father hadn’t pursued unnecessary expansionist policies, we wouldn’t be in this predicament… If things continue like this, the Human-Demi-Human Allied Forces could collapse.”

“We’ve been pushed that far…?”

“Just this week, the Demon Lord Army has captured one small country and two towns. Furthermore, in the territories annexed by the Espana Imperial Kingdom, anti-Espana Imperial Kingdom resistance forces are rampant, and we can’t get a handle on it. To break through this situation, I want to ask the sisters of ‘Princess Harem’ to step forward!”

“In other words, specifically… what do you want us to do?”

“Your homelands will be returned, and I want you to ascend the throne as empresses or queens. In fact, since some royal families have perished, I want you to take care of them as well. It’s what you call ‘sharing the burden.’ I’m content with just the original territories of the Espana Imperial Kingdom.”

“Something big seems to be brewing, but is it possible?”

“Being ravaged by the Demon Lord Army is out of the question, but having our territories recaptured by rebel forces is also infuriating. In that case, it would be better to have the sisters rule them…”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Of course… I am.”

“Speaking of which, I also had something to ask of ‘Beth-chan.'”

“What is it…? Wh-what is that! That’s the Imperial Seal of the Kingdom of Sazania, which held great influence in the Southern Nations!”

“You recognized it well.”

“Beth-chan” presents her unconventional idea of reinstating the former princesses and empresses of the “Princess Harem” as rulers, but can it really be realized? I had serious doubts.

So, I took the opportunity to show the Imperial Seal of the Old Kingdom of Sazania that Shera was holding, and she was astonished. Although there was a body check upon entering the masquerade ball venue, it was apparently lax for me, a First-Class Quasi-Noble with the treatment of a Count. Did the “Princess Harem” party members also know that the security system was porous?

“Several people have joined since ‘Beth-chan’ returned here. I’ll give you the Imperial Seal of the Kingdom of Sazania, so please do something about former Princess Shera, who is a wanted criminal.”

“Does that mean I’ll finally have younger sisters? I would certainly like to form a ‘Pledge of Sisterhood’ with them, but it’s difficult to escape from here.”

“The ‘Princess Harem’ party members, though their methods are unknown, have all attended the masquerade ball?”

“Wh-what did you say! Is that true!?”

“There’s no point in deceiving me with something like that now, is there?”

“Then, can you secretly bring them here? Alicia, I’ll need your help with this.”

“Alright…”

“Then I’ll go and bring them.”

Following the flow of showing the Imperial Seal of the Kingdom of Sazania that Shera was holding, I mentioned that the “Princess Harem” party members had infiltrated the masquerade ball. Led by the young knight, I returned to the party venue, and Alicia stayed to assist “Beth-chan.”

“Hey! Elise!? Why are you here!!”

“Wh-what are you talking about!? I’m not anyone named Elise? What kind of baseless accusation is this from a beautiful girl passing by…? Besides, inquiring about someone’s identity at a masquerade ball is rude!”

“Your belly is sticking out, Elise!!”

“N-no! It’s a lie! Master Hal!!”

“Elise… ‘Hiding your head but not your belly,’ aren’t you?”

“F-Freya, you’re betraying me!?”

“You’re connected to me through ‘Slave Contract Magic,’ so you can’t not know, can you? Also, why are all of you gathered here!?”

“That is because, Master Hal, you seeー”

First, we apprehended Elise, the副長 (sub-leader) of “Princess Harem.” Upon confirming the circumstances of her infiltration into the masquerade ball, Freya, who was with her, provided an explanation. According to her, it was related to their activities concerning Baroness Jeanette Christina Von Montaigne.

Jeanette was a transmigrator from another world, a detestable being commonly referred to as “possessed by a demon.” We decided to seal the memories of her past life that were causing her to be “possessed by a demon.” For this, we had the help of the “Seal Pierce,” entrusted to Swan Hilda by her Valkyrie elder sister. And finally, we succeeded in reforming Jeanette.

This difficult request was a top-secret mission. Despite that, numerous requests from nobles with problematic daughters poured into “Princess Harem.” They apparently used those connections to infiltrate.

As expected, these women are unequivocally a group of manipulators.

After that, we apprehended the party members one by one and made a swift return to “Beth-chan.”

Incidentally, the party members who joined after “Beth-chan” returned to the White Castle were Liliana, Shera, and Sophie. And I should also introduce Ilisha by the way.

### 5. To Stand or Not to Stand, That is the Question! ②

The young knight led us not to the previous reception room, but to a spacious conference room.

On the long table set up in the conference room, there was mysteriously fruit milk lined up. There were also dishes, alcoholic beverages, and sweets, likely siphoned from the masquerade ball venue.

As before, the young knight excused himself under Elizabeth’s instruction, leaving only Elizabeth and Alicia in the room.

“To think that my elder sisters were here… This ‘Beth-chan’ is truly unforgivable!”

“Your greetings just now were also rather brief.”

“Sister Ly, your grading is strict…”

Immediately, “Beth-chan” was being graded by Ly on her opening declaration at the masquerade ball, but she seemed pleased by the affectionate gaze Ly directed at her younger sister.

“To have the enemy’s ringleader right in front of you…”

Meanwhile, Sophie was muttering ominous words and grinding her teeth, her augmented chest also jiggling. Well, with that body, she probably couldn’t make any reckless moves.

“Crown Prince Elizabeth of the Espana Imperial Kingdom…”

Liliana had a complicated expression, but considering her past, it was understandable.

“Oh! A Fox Beastkin isn’t she!! I love – fluffy – things!!”

“N-no!”

This time, “Beth-chan” spotted Shera, who was hiding behind a figure, and wiggled her fingertips in excitement.

“Don’t run away, Shera.”

“N-nooo!”

As soon as Shera’s eyes met “Beth-chan’s,” she attempted to flee, but unfortunately, she was caught by Elise, who happened to be standing in her escape path. Afterward, it turned into a tail-stroking festival with Elise, Freya, and Ilisha, the usual members, joined by Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth, I’ll introduce the new members soon. First up is Liliana. Liliana’s real name is Liliana Emilia Yangas…”

“What! The renowned ‘Princess of Melancholy Azure Moon’! It is good that you have survived. This way, Big Brother Hal will monopolize the twin beauties of the Western Nations.”

“I, the elder one, am to become Elizabeth’s younger sister…?”

Hearing the story from Ly, Liliana sighed, but she seemed to understand the significance of becoming Elizabeth’s sister at this timing.

“The second is Shera. She looks a bit different, but she’s a perfect Fox Beastkin. She’s actually half-human, the daughter of the King of Sazania. Her real name is Shera Hazel, and she’s the owner of that Imperial Seal—”

“This time, a – fluffy – tail belongs to the Princess of the Kingdom of Sazania! Indeed, this magnificent tail is worthy of admiration. I understand about the previous matter.”
Sheela’s tail had captured “Beth-chan’s” fancy, and she agreed to help by withdrawing the bounty on Sheela’s head. It was likely planned that once the Imperial Seal was revealed, they would announce that Princess Sheela had been captured.

“The third is Sophie. Her full name is Sophie Anne=Marie Yuma Yver—”

“And she transforms from a former ‘Princess Knight’ into a sheltered princess with an artifact wig… Kufufu.”

“Gnuuuu.”

Sophie grumbled regretfully, earning a sympathetic look from “Beth-chan.” However, the fact that Sophie’s limbs were the work of a Mimic Slime was discreetly omitted out of the knight’s mercy.

“Lastly, though not a party member, due to certain circumstances, we have with us Lady Ilisha Ilizia von Clafuhride, a Baron’s daughter from Espana. And she has an older sister, Lady Sasha Cronamina von Clafuhride—”

“Wait a moment, Hal Onii-chan. There is no such thing as a Baronial Clafuhride family in Espana.”

“Really?! Beth-chan?”

“Who do you think I am? It is the duty of those born into royalty to be aware of their subordinate nobles.”

Finally, Ilisha was introduced, but just then it was revealed that the Baronial Clafuhride family did not exist. The former royalty and imperial family members of the ‘Princess Harem,’ who had nodded at “Beth-chan’s” explanation, confirmed this.

This meant that Sasha, whom Nicola Osuf had brought back, also had an unknown origin. It seemed necessary to conduct a personal background check on Sasha as well. Nevertheless, “Beth-chan” seemed to have taken a liking to the beautiful girl, Ilisha.

“Now that the introductions of the new members are complete, we shall hold the ‘Pledge of Sisterhood’ once more.”

Alicia, who had been waiting for the right moment, declared that the ‘Pledge of Sisterhood’ would be held again. It appeared that “Beth-chan” had requested this.

While the ‘Pledge of Sisterhood’ established them as sisters, they were officially in the relationship of Crown Prince and Viscountess, so she likely couldn’t refuse. And although Liliana, Sheela, and Sophie had a complicated history with Elizabeth, they seemed to have set aside personal grudges in view of future developments.

“Beth-chan” held a bottle of ‘Fruit Milk’ in her right hand, placed her left hand on her hip, and puffed out her flat chest. Moreover, observing “Beth-chan’s” expression, she had a triumphant look.

Everyone else stood around the long table and, following “Beth-chan’s” posture, drank the ‘Fruit Milk’ in one gulp, and they renewed their ‘Pledge of Sisterhood.’

“We, fifteen souls, though born in different countries and times, having forged the pledge of sisterhood, shall with one heart, aid each other and seek peace and order—”

” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” “No objections!!” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ”

Elise, the eldest, delivered her lines with the same flair as before, and everyone echoed her in agreement.

Thus, Alicia, Elise, Mai, Swan Hilda, Ly, Kirika, Tirna, Edele, Freya, Dietlinde, Elizabeth, Liliana, Sheela, Sophie, and Ilisha, fifteen beautiful girls, became sisters.

Afterward, they, now sisters, engaged in heated debate about the political system that would be implemented once “Beth-chan” ascended to the throne as Empress. Meanwhile, the young Ilisha had fallen asleep on Alicia’s lap, but Elizabeth, who should have been younger, was struggling, rubbing her sleepy eyelids.

The conclusion reached was as follows.

In the Western Nations, the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom, Ly’s homeland, would be restored, along with the Yanga Kingdom, Ly’s subordinate country, and the Yver Duchy, Sophie’s homeland, along with several other small countries where royal family members had survived. As for the Kamiyar Holy Nation, Kirika’s homeland, although Kirika initially refused to inherit it, she was persuaded.

In the Southern Nations, the Sazania Kingdom, Sheela’s homeland, which had boasted the largest territory, was resented by its general populace due to its harsh policies. Furthermore, due to Sheela’s appearance as a complete Fox Beastkin, its restoration was postponed, and it would be divided and governed by the Portland Kingdom, Elise’s homeland, and the Kingdom of Vandis, Freya’s homeland. This would place the Portland Kingdom and the Kingdom of Vandis in a leading position in the Southern Nations.

As both were divinely appointed rulers, the possibility of auspicious signs appearing upon their enthronement was extremely high. The people’s enthusiasm was already evident.

However, seeing Elise and Freya playfully interacting in front of me, I couldn’t feel much awe…

With this secret pact, the number of ‘Princess Harem’ party members would be halved, but for the sake of peace in this world, it couldn’t be helped.

And then, the matter of their relationship with me became an issue.

Initially, I had said that I would break the ‘Slave Contract Magic’ when the time came, but they were not appeased. They threatened me, saying, “You’re abandoning us when we’ve already given you our bodies and souls, Master?!” This matter remained a point of contention and deferred discussion.

Furthermore, while the ‘Slave Contract Magic’ could be dispelled, there was the problem of a strong connection and dependency created by ‘Resurrection Magic.’

The heated debate continued until late into the night. No one would have imagined that such a secret meeting was taking place in a room within the same White Castle on the night of a masked ball attended by the principal nobles of the Espana Imperial Kingdom.

6. True Baptism and Comay’s Trap

The masked ball held last night was a great success, but Alicia and I moved to a separate room. In a heated discussion with “Beth-chan,” Crown Prince Elizabeth of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, and the other distinguished members of the ‘Princess Harem,’ regarding the political system after the demise of Emperor Henry, we had been debating.

Through these discussions, the future state of the human nations was decided, and several other important matters were put on the table.

The first of these concerned the Northern Nations, inhabited by demons. At this conference, Swan Hilda and Edele revealed their origins to “Beth-chan.”

“Swan Hilda Onee-sama is Princess Jumilande, the only daughter of Demon King Gandaro?! And Edele Onee-sama is also a former high-ranking demon, Swan Hilda’s cousin!!”

“Beth-chan” clutched her head, realizing she had made a Pledge of Sisterhood with the relatives of a Demon King with whom they were currently in conflict. Humans and demons were perceived as irreconcilable enemies, so “Beth-chan’s” reaction was understandable.

“Well, such trivial matters don’t matter, do they? We are currently on good terms with the demons.”

“Currently, Swan Hilda is one of the Valkyries, who are of the God Clan.”

“Wh-why?! Why would a demon princess become a Valkyrie?”

“My mother, Hildo, was a Valkyrie. The Demon King (father) won a fierce battle against the Valkyrie (mother) and took her captive. In the demon race, elopements are common.”

Swan Hilda nonchalantly explained the secret of her birth, but “Beth-chan’s” eyes had become vacant.

“I have also undergone a Class Change to Human Race…”

Edele also chimed in amidst the commotion.

“So, what was the intention of telling ‘Beth-chan’ about this matter?”

“Th-that is because we want you to consider the liberation of the Northern Nations. Because—”

Edele’s report was about the Demon King’s Castle. Swan Hilda had recently infiltrated the Demon King’s Castle to abduct a demon maiden, and during her infiltration, she had also confirmed an emblem with a design featuring a shield that seemed to resemble a family crest.

Through heraldic verification, it was determined that the Demon King’s Castle was the residence of Azarii Desmon, one of the ancient heroes known as the Shield Hero, and the royal castle of the Desmonia Kingdom he founded.

In other words, it was highly probable that Swan Hilda, Edele, and others including Demon King Gandaro, were descendants of Azarii Desmon. Furthermore, the fact that they could undergo a Class Change to humans by purging evil magic suggested the possibility that demons were originally human…

Regarding the cause of humans and animals living in the Northern Nations being transformed into demons, Swan Hilda theorized it might have been the miasma, referred to as evil magic, that permeated the demon realm.

Many of these points remained speculative, and further discussion could not be pursued.

The second matter concerned the treatment of myself and Alicia.

If this secret pact were to be realized, Alicia and I would, under the orders of Empress “Beth-chan,” establish the Adventurer Party ‘Princess Harem’ and pretend that the former princesses and imperial princesses were acting as ordinary adventurers. We were, in essence, secretly protecting them.

Therefore, upon the completion of the secret mission assigned by “Beth-chan,” a commensurate reward would be necessary to compensate for such great achievements.

Currently, the plan was to promote me from my current rank of First-Class Quasi-Noble directly to Duke, as a ruling noble with vast territory, not just a ceremonial title. Accordingly, Alicia would also be promoted from Viscountess to Countess, a rank that would allow her to become a Duchess in the future.

The issue that arose was the baptismal name.

For commoners, most only had a given name, and those with surnames, like my Hal Raymond, were usually wealthy. Those with noble status had ‘von’ in their names as a mark of nobility, but many who had left noble society due to falling fortunes or being born as younger sons continued to use it.

The names of the royalty and nobility of Espana were based on a law called the ‘Espana Imperial Kingdom Naming Law for Nobles.’

Alicia’s full name was Alicia Mia von Rendol. In order from the beginning, it was the name given by the parent, baptismal name, noble title, and surname (family name). In other words, this order of composition was the standard full name for nobles in the Espana Imperial Kingdom.

A baptismal name was a name bestowed through a ceremony called ‘True Baptism’ at the Asgard Holy Church in exchange for a substantial donation. As my past life was as Lester the Cleric affiliated with the Asgard Holy Church, I was familiar with the inner workings of the Church.

Although occasionally revealed through prophecy, the grade of the baptismal name granted generally depended on the amount of the donation.

Here, I decided to reconfirm the religions in this world we inhabit.

It was said that there were four major civilization spheres in the world we live in: the Western Nations, Southern Nations, Northern Nations, and Eastern Nations. Among these, the Eastern Nations were a civilization sphere that flourished far away, with a unique culture that had bloomed, but details were not generally known.

Therefore, people who visited from the Eastern Nations were called rare visitors.

Despite being such unusual Easterners, I had many connections. My mother Shakura, Mai, Kirika’s deceased mother, and Park-li, who had tried to eat Tirna, were examples. In their countries, unique religions were practiced.

In the Eastern Nations, although the names for the gods differed from other civilization spheres, they were essentially the same as the gods we worshipped.

The remaining Western Nations, Southern Nations, and Northern Nations, despite being separated by forests and other areas, had established roads. However, the Northern Nations were currently under demon dominion, so humans did not visit.

Regarding the religious landscape of the Western Nations and Southern Nations, while some, like the former Kamiyar Holy Nation, had their own national religions, in most countries, the teachings of the Asgard Holy Church were practiced.

The reason the Asgard Holy Church was worshipped by the populace of most countries could be attributed to the war against the demons. Originally, the organization known as the Asgard Holy Church was called the ‘Asgard Religion,’ a Shinto-based indigenous religion that equally worshipped all gods. It then merged with the ‘Holy Church,’ a modern religion with a sophisticated, if self-proclaimed, doctrine that systematized Lucialurei, the Goddess of Light, as the supreme deity, with other high-ranking gods as subordinate deities. I say “modern religion?” because such a classification was likely made by those belonging to organizations that traced their lineage to the ‘Holy Church.’ My past life as Lester the Cleric, on the other hand, belonged to an organization that originated from the ‘Asgard Religion.’

In essence, the ‘Asgard Religion’ and the ‘Holy Church’ were originally like fire and water, but due to the threat of demons, it was decided to merge them at a meeting of the royalties and imperial families of various countries, thus forming the Asgard Holy Church. The ‘Asgard Holy Church’ was initially created under wartime authority based on an agreement, but now it had gained widespread acceptance due to the overwhelming support of the populace.

In such politically unstable times, people turn to religion for the solace it offers.

Next, I will explain the organization of the Asgard Holy Church. The hierarchy consists of lower-ranking priests or deacons → senior priests or presbyters → priests or bishops → high-ranking priests or archbishops → chief priests or patriarchs → cardinals → great priests or popes, forming a neatly duplicated structure. Nuns and such are treated as general church members, below lower-ranking priests or deacons.

In other words, the parallel ranks indicate that the former are derived from the ‘Asgard Religion,’ and the latter from the ‘Holy Church.’

My past life, Lester the Cleric, was equivalent to a Bishop and was promoted three ranks to Cardinal Lester due to his meritorious service in the subjugation of Demon King Gandaro. Saints and Saintesses, by the way, refer to those who embody ‘Healing Magic’ and various miracles bestowed by the grace of the gods. They are outside the normal hierarchy, like honorary positions, but their influence on those around them is immeasurable.

Since there are undoubtedly gods in this world, there is no one who doubts the miracles of the gods.

Furthermore, the Asgard Holy Church possesses the Holy Knights to protect its members and also has Inquisitors who handle behind-the-scenes work. Cardinal Lester was in charge of the Inquisition department, but in reality, the Cardinal in charge of this department was considered a sinecure. This was partly because it was a position chosen out of envy, though it was necessary to reward Lester the Cleric for his immense achievements.

However, the twelve cardinals were granted the authority to decide the selection and hierarchy of positions concerning the two top figures of the Church, the Great Priest and the Pope, through their collective decision.

The current head of the Asgard Holy Church is Pope Johannes, who hails from the lineage of the ‘Holy Church,’ followed by High Priest Lowkin, from the lineage of the ‘Asgard Religion.’

The following day, we arrived at one of the Asgard Holy Church’s cathedrals, located in the noble district of the Imperial Capital Granza. I was once again in formal attire today. The purpose, of course, was to receive a baptismal name, but I was not particularly enthusiastic about it.

This was because the religious ceremony of bestowing a baptismal name originated from the ‘Holy Church.’

“I’m a bit nervous, Hal-sama,” Edele said.
“Since it’s something that changes based on the amount of donation, it probably won’t be a big deal, Edele.”
“Yes, Hal-sama.”

For my baptismal inscription, “Beth-chan” had provided the donation, and Edele, whose origins had also been revealed, would also be receiving one. The audience in the back included Alicia, the ‘Princess Harem’ party members, and the former demon maidens who had recently undergone a Class Change.

The former demon maidens were able to attend because St. Agnes Abbey was located in the same area.

Sheela, who also did not have a baptismal name, stated that she did not need one, as she seemed to have embraced the religion of the Beastkin, suited to her appearance.

As Edele and I waited with solemn hearts before the sumptuously decorated altar, Archbishop Lorenz, with his pure white goatee, approached. This elderly Archbishop was known to hear the voice of God and was renowned, having been canonized as a saint. This suggested that the donation from “Beth-chan” was exceptionally generous.

“You, Edele, you are—”

Archbishop Lorenz began his sermon to Edele, to preach the faith in God. While it served to add authority to her baptismal name, it was quite a task. He would surely be shocked if he knew that the person about to receive a baptismal name was a former high-ranking demon.

“—Your baptismal name is… ‘Yung=Fern’!”

” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” “Ooh!!” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ”

From behind, the former demon maidens, including Swan Hilda, Miralca, Mercurynande, and Esmeralda, exclaimed in surprise.

“Virgin Voyage (Yung=Fern)… Edele seems to have received a good baptismal name.”
“Lyushenne, that was… it seems to have been a prophecy from Lucialurei, the supreme god of light.”
“Is… is that true, Swan Hilda?”
“It is! Liliana. The proof is that the Archbishop who bestowed it is also bewildered—”

It appeared that ‘Yung=Fern,’ bestowed upon Edele, held some significance even for the gods. It was likely intended to establish Edele as the liberator of the Northern Nations, which were under demonic rule.

And so, Edele’s royal full name was solidified. Her full name became Edele Yung=Fern de Desmonia. By the way, ‘de’ was a title given to royalty and nobility of the Northern Nations, and the surname (family name) ‘Desmonia’ was bestowed because she was considered the legitimate heir to the Desmonia Kingdom.

“You, Hal Raymond, you are—”

Following Edele, my naming began. Archbishop Lorenz’s sermon started again, and I listened with a solemn expression, reading the mood of the room.

“—Your baptismal name is… ‘Harem’… Wait?! Eh?! What did you say?! …”

“…………”

Uhh, Ufufufufu, Uhahahaha, Ahahahahaha!

Archbishop Lorenz, who had bestowed the name, looked bewildered, and the audience fell into a dead silence. Immediately after, great laughter erupted from the audience.

Thus, my full name was decided as Hal Harem Von Raymond, but why my baptismal name was ‘Harem’… I felt like questioning someone. Although, my current status was First-Class Quasi-Noble, so technically I was not a noble… but if “Beth-chan” allowed it, the title ‘von’ was hers to grant.

“Hal-sama, this time it was a prophecy from Crouneruia, the God of Time. Also, I heard him say, ‘Your wish has indeed been granted!'”

Swan Hilda looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and strangeness. It was true that in my past life as Cardinal Lester, I had wished to be popular with the opposite sex at the moment of my death. But to have attached it to my baptismal name—gnuuuu.

“Hal-sama, this kind of situation is called a ‘Comay’s Trap’ in Eastern Nations proverbs.”

Kirika then gave me a smug look and taught me an Eastern Nations proverb. Apparently, in an ancient, prosperous Eastern nation, there was a prime minister or military advisor named ‘Comay.’ This ‘Comay’ was skilled in strategy and manipulation, and he would achieve his goals without the person realizing it until they noticed they had been cleverly trapped afterward.

On the way back from the cathedral, the ‘Princess Harem’ party members teased me incessantly, leaving me speechless.

It turned out to be a mediocre ending, “It’s just a baptismal name, yet it’s not just a baptismal name.”

I wanted to blow off some steam somewhere, and then I remembered the invitation to ‘Rosenknospe’ (Rose Bud), a sister establishment of the high-class brothel ‘Rose Drop,’ from Madam Delfina. Wouldn’t it be fun to have some fun with high-class prostitutes without any lingering attachments for a change?

7. Rose Bud Is a Young Prostitute (Rosenknospe)

Today was a disaster. I never imagined my baptismal name would be ‘Harem’… Moreover, since it was a result based on a prophecy following Edele’s, it was irrecoverable.

Considering the vows of my past life, it might be understandable, but I felt utterly miserable…

After finishing all my errands for the day, I boarded a public carriage alone and returned to the noble district of the Imperial Capital Granza. In fact, the map indicated that ‘Rosenknospe,’ the sister establishment of the high-class brothel ‘Rose Drop,’ was located within the noble district.

“Can it really be that there’s a brothel right in the middle of this noble district…”

I muttered to myself, doubting whether this letter was a hoax, and hurried to my destination.

“According to the rough sketch… it’s definitely here, but isn’t this a noble’s mansion?”

The place I arrived at was a luxurious mansion that appeared to belong to a high-ranking noble. The extensive grounds were enclosed by metal fences equipped with anti-thief spikes.

“E-excuse me…”

Following the directions, I went to the service entrance and tentatively reached for the door. It was unlocked and opened easily. Inside the grounds, numerous roses were planted, creating a splendid scene. Roses of different colors formed regular geometric patterns. Here and there, archways covered with rose flowers and vines were arranged along the paths, and particularly large, magnificent rose trees were planted at key points.

A gardener was meticulously tending to them.

From every angle, it looked like a noble’s mansion, but the elderly gardener who met my gaze bowed and left. Upon closer inspection, the old man seemed to be the head gardener, giving instructions to several young men. With this scale, several gardeners would be necessary for maintenance.

Looking at this garden, it was no exaggeration to call it a ‘Rose Mansion.’

Then, for a while, I admired the luxurious rose petals and their sweet fragrance planted on both sides of the path, and finally arrived at the mansion’s entrance.

“Right, the secret code for brothel patrons is…”

Knock, knock, knock-knock, knock.

I used the designated secret code to rap on the knocker installed next to the entrance door.

Creeeeak.

“Welcome home, Master. Madam has been eagerly awaiting you.”

After a short wait, the heavy entrance door opened slowly with a creaking sound, and a beautiful girl, dressed in a neatly sewn, clean maid’s uniform, greeted me. She bowed respectfully at the knee and called me Master.

“M-Madam?!”

“Of course, it is Madam Ishtar of the high-class brothel ‘Rosenknospe,’ Master.”

The beautiful girl in the maid’s outfit answered my question and turned around, so I followed her. After passing through the entrance hall with its luxurious chandelier and ascending the spiral staircase to the second floor, I was shown into a room that appeared to be a drawing-room.

“Are you a first-time guest? By whose introduction are you here?!”

A beautiful woman with the air of a noble lady was waiting in the room.

“My name is Hal Raymond. I received an invitation from Madam Delfina.”

Instead of my full name, including the baptismal name I had received half a day ago, Hal Harem Von Raymond, I gave my previous name and presented the invitation and a Scarlet card.

“Oh, an invitation from Delfina Onee-sama, and a Scarlet card indicating the highest customer rank… I am Madam Ishtar, the person in charge of this establishment. I hope for your continued patronage, Hal Raymond-sama.”

“So, what should I do?”

“This establishment—”

Thus, I arrived at the high-class brothel ‘Rosenknospe’ and received instructions on its use from Madam Ishtar.

This high-class brothel ‘Rosenknospe’ is located within the noble district, but it was originally a repurposed mansion of a certain fallen Count family. However, to the surrounding mansions, the residents of this mansion were thought to be nobles, and due to the abundance of rose trees, it was called the ‘Rose Mansion.’

Skilled gardeners were hired to maintain the garden, so from the outside, it appeared to be a noble’s mansion.

And even upon entering the premises, the staff wore attire that concealed their skin, in keeping with typical noble residences, and young prostitutes disguised as noblewomen worked there. When they were not attending to guests, they lived the lives of actual servants and noblewomen, demonstrating an exceptional level of commitment.

Madam Ishtar, the hired madam and person in charge of the high-class brothel ‘Rosenknospe,’ served as the hostess of this mansion.

Her persona was that of a beautiful widow. Furthermore, Madam Ishtar herself would share her bed as a high-class prostitute for a substantial sum.

As for the young prostitutes themselves, they were divided into four ranks, following the highest rank, ‘Rose Sisters,’ who were disguised as noblewomen: Handmaid, Maid, and Servant.

Basically, the high-class brothel ‘Rosenknospe’ refused walk-in customers, and an introduction from a suitable person was required.

Moreover, those recognized by Madam Ishtar as guests could initially only request a young prostitute disguised as a Servant. By frequenting the establishment and accumulating usage points through ‘a certain method,’ they could then request young prostitutes disguised as Maids and Handmaids.
It is said that only a select few, the highest-caliber young prostitutes (Rosenkunosube) disguised as noblewomen, can be requested from the ‘Rose Sisters’.

“For a Master like yourself, who possesses the Scarlet Card, you can naturally request a ‘Rose Sister’, and there are no limits to your play.”

“No limits to play? What do you mean!?”

“It means that SM play is permitted. Even if you injure them slightly, it’s possible to have them healed with ‘Healing Magic’ at the Asgard Holy Church nearby, so spanking is possible as much as you desire.”

Then, Madame Ishtar handed me a spanking rod with a flapper-like structure.

“Now, please choose the girl you desire.”

“This, this is!”

As Madame Ishtar turned her back, the curtain behind her was pulled open. Hidden by the curtain was a safety railing, and beyond that, the floorboards were removed, creating a void that opened into the living room on the first floor.

In the center of the living room, three beautiful girls disguised as noblewomen were elegantly enjoying black tea. Attendantly, young prostitutes (Rosenkunosube) disguised as handmaids were tending to them, while young prostitutes (Rosenkunosube) acting as maids stood at attention along the walls. Occasionally, young prostitutes (Rosenkunosube) serving as servants would visit the living room to collect used dishes.

At first glance, it replicated the lifestyle of nobles.

According to Madame Ishtar, there are five ‘Rose Sisters’ enrolled at ‘Rose Bud.’

They are, in order: the eldest daughter, Albera, known as the Red Rose, at 16 years old; the second daughter, Eir, known as the White Rose, and my age, 15 years old; the third daughter, Nanna, known as the Yellow Rose, also 15 years old; the fourth daughter, Ereshkigal, known as the Purple Rose, at 14 years old; and the youngest, Utu, known as the Blue Rose, at 13 years old.

Incidentally, Nanna and Ereshkigal were not present as they had already taken clients.

Albera, the Red Rose, had long, bright red hair styled in vertical rolls, held together by a ribbon with lace. Combined with her sharp, burning eyes, she exuded the aura of a strong-willed young lady.

Eir, the White Rose, had pale blue hair cut at shoulder length, with one strand extending to the middle of her back, tied with a pure white ribbon near the tip. Her face was ethereal, and her sorrowful blue eyes appeared moist.

For no reason… my heart ached.

Utu, the Blue Rose, was a beautiful young girl with fluffy pale pink hair and blue eyes, but she was too young for me.

This left me with a choice between Albera and Eir.

I could either relieve my stress by subjugating the strong-willed Albera with the spanking rod, or find solace in the ethereal Eir.

“Have you made your decision?”

“Well… tonight, I’ll have Eir.”

“Then, what will be the relationship between the two of you?”

“Relationship?”

“That is…”

Eir, whom I had chosen for tonight’s companionship, was to be my stepsister. Accompanied by a young prostitute (Rosenkunosube) disguised as a maid, I was led to the bedroom.

The guest quarters consisted of five rooms. The room immediately inside was the living room, with a sitting set against the wall. On the wall were four doors, leading to bedrooms with canopy beds, a bathroom that seemed equipped for SM play, a toilet that also appeared to cater to special fetishes, and a dressing room.

The costumes in the dressing room were apparently for changing and enjoying the young prostitutes (Rosenkunosube).

For now, I decided to sit and wait on the sofa of the sitting set.

“Excuse me. Brother Hal, I’ve brought you some tea.”

“Thank you, come in, Eir.”

After a short wait, there was a polite knock at the door – *ton, ton, ton* – and Eir entered with a cool voice.

Seeing Eir up close, she was quite a gem, as expected of someone chosen as a ‘Rose Sister.’ She was shorter than me, just the right height for what was expected, and her pale blue hair was as delicate as silk threads. Her attire was an elegant dress of asagi color, but the skirt appeared to be puffed out with a crinoline. Currently, her shoes were hidden by the hem of the dress. The neckline was also high, and only her fair, delicate hands were visible at the ends of the long sleeves. Furthermore, ruffles were sewn onto the bodice, making it impossible to discern the extent of her chest.

It was, in short, the complete armament of a noblewoman’s style.

“You can put it here.”

“Yes, Brother Hal… May I join you?”

“Then, let’s drink together.”

“Yes! Brother Hal.”

I have a younger sister named Miuuki at home, but the relationship of unrelated stepsiblings was surprisingly exciting. I knew this girl was a prostitute, but hearing her call me “Brother Hal” in her cute voice made my crotch react.

“Then, let’s have it.”

“Yes… Brother Hal, are you planning to use *that* spanking rod on me? If possible, I wish you would gently uncover my ‘Secret Rose’…”

Eir, spotting the spanking rod on the side table with a cunning glance, pleaded with a tremor not to use it. Perhaps she had a terrible experience with the spanking rod before.

“Madame Ishtar just gave it to me… I don’t intend to use it.”

“Th-thank you, Brother Hal… Chu.”

Knowing that I wouldn’t use the spanking rod, Eir gave me a kiss on the cheek with a beaming smile. This kiss felt less like an act of a prostitute to a client and more like a sister showing affection to her older brother.

Seeing Eir’s cute behavior, I also felt somehow happy. Then, before I knew it, Eir and I were closer than before. Tonight, we had plenty of time. The two of us chatted about everyday things while enjoying black tea and sweets.

By the time our private tea party ended, Eir had moved to be right beside me.

“Eir… may I touch your body?”

“…Yes, Brother Hal. Tonight, you may do as you please with Eir.”

The enjoyable tea time was over, and Eir realized that the time for companionship had begun. Her expression turned momentarily sad, but as expected of a young prostitute (Rosenkunosube) who made her living this way, her exceptionally cheerful demeanor was heartbreaking.

And as I observed her closely, Eir was trembling slightly.

“Eir, are you afraid of sex?”

“I… am not used to it yet. My body has already been touched by many gentlemen, and even though it is defiled and stained with their white discharge (semen) inside me…”

“Eir, you are very beautiful.”

I found myself gently stroking Eir’s head as she looked down. Eir’s delicate hair felt silky and pleasant to the touch. A fragrant scent, a mixture of her elegant rose perfume and her sweet body odor, filled the air. As if reassured by this act, Eir leaned against my right shoulder, and I could feel the softness and warmth of her body.

My heart ached with a throb, and my penis became erect.

As I did this, a strange desire to possess and protect Eir welled up within me. Although I suspected she was merely a young prostitute (Rosenkunosube) and this was a calculated act, I secretly used ‘Mind Magic’ to probe her feelings and confirmed that Eir was genuinely sad and fearful.

Tonight, I wanted to be not just a client, but a healing mage for Eir, her older brother, and to spend a night healing her body and spirit.

8. What Color Will the White Rose Be Dyed? ① △
It had been a busy day. Following the masked ball the night before yesterday, I wore formal attire, received my true baptism at the Asgard Holy Church, and was personally given a baptismal name by Archbishop Lorenz.

However, my baptismal name was the suggestive ‘Harem.’

This absurd baptismal name, a result of an oracle, could not be renounced. To alleviate my own irritation, I visited ‘Rose Bud,’ a high-class brothel in the noble district of the Imperial Capital Granza.

There, I specifically requested Eir, known as the White Rose, from among the five highest-caliber young prostitutes (Rosenkunosube) known as the ‘Rose Sisters.’

Eir, who had just visited me in the guest room I was shown, was now in the setting of my stepsister, and we had just finished enjoying black tea together.

Looking out the window, the sun had set, and the veil of night was descending. It was almost time for the adult hour to begin.

Eir leaned against my right shoulder, her softness and scent conveying themselves to me.

“Ah! Brother Hal… please be gentle.”

“Eir, your body is so soft…”

I lowered my right hand from stroking her head and embraced Eir. At that moment, Eir gave a small gasp, a surprised sound escaping her lips. Her reaction, like that of an innocent maiden rather than a young prostitute (Rosenkunosube), secretly excited me.

The relationship of stepsiblings, unrelated by blood, was also novel, and it even carried an immoral and somewhat sensual undertone. The desire to conquer this cute Eir and make her moan, and the desire to gently caress my cute stepsister’s body and confirm her existence, warred within my heart.

Nevertheless, Eir was the young prostitute (Rosenkunosube) I had chosen for tonight’s companionship.

“…Hal… Brother… I… I…”

The sofa in the sitting set against the living room wall was covered in luxurious black leather, with rose-embroidered cushions placed on top. Currently, Eir and I were sitting so close that our bodies were touching.

My right arm, which was around Eir’s body, gently moved her arms, which were crossed in front of her chest. Then, moving to the bodice of her clear asagi-colored dress, I felt her chest over the fabric.

The bodice of the clear asagi-colored dress was adorned with layers of ruffles, making it impossible to discern the size of her breasts.

“…Nn… Brother Hal… Ah… my… breasts…”

“Even through the dress, I can feel the softness of your breasts. Are they about the size that fits in my palm?”

“B-Brother… it tickles.”

As I caressed Eir’s chest through her clothes, I could feel a definite fullness of her breasts. They didn’t seem to be large enough to be called big breasts, but they were about the same size as Alicia’s.

Eir was 15 years old, the same age as me. She was transitioning from childhood to girlhood, so it had likely been one to two years since her secondary sexual characteristics had begun to develop. Before I knew it, Eir’s hands were resting on her lap, gripping tightly as she endured my caresses.

Eir truly seemed to have little experience as a young prostitute (
“Eria! N-no, that’s… no!”

Eria’s advances continued, licking my neck and shoulders before latching onto the nipple of my right breast. My nipple seemed to have become erect under Eria’s exquisite tongue skills.

“Eria, it’s my turn now.”

Honestly, a part of me wanted to indulge in Eria’s ministrations, but as I pushed her onto the bed, I covered her breasts with both my palms and began to massage them.

“Hal-niisama, Eria’s breasts hurt… ah… ahh…”

Eria’s breasts, which fit perfectly into my palms, still seemed to be developing but had a firm core. That was precisely what I liked about them. It was a sensation only a girl her age could offer. I then pursued my attack by latching onto the nipple of my left breast, which had not yet become erect.

“! Hal-niisama, Eria’s… Eria’s… ah… it tickles!”

As I took Eria’s left nipple into my mouth and caressed it with the tip of my tongue, it gradually grew larger and became erect.

“…Ahhh… No… Hal-niisama, please don’t suck like Eria’s breasts are producing breast milk!”

As I sucked on the erect nipple as if drawing milk, making a ‘chup, chup’ sound, Eria screamed. While the act of a baby suckling breast milk is said to be sexually arousing, for a girl who hadn’t even had her first period, the stimulation was apparently too intense, even for a young prostitute.

When I pulled my mouth away, her left breast, including the areola, was swollen and erect. And, upon closer inspection, a rose bud had appeared on the upper part of her right