I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, was en route to the former capital city of Icebell in the Former Yver Duchy Territory with Saria, also known as Viscount’s Daughter Saria Kiryute Von Macrame, whom I had just rescued from a runaway carriage. My party members, who primarily focus on “Princess Harem,” were with me. During the journey, we were kidnapped by rebels, or terrorists.
In fact, I didn’t resist because they were associates of Sophie.
Then, just as Saria was about to be punished by a red-haired beautiful girl who appeared to be the ringleader of the rebels, Sophie made her grand entrance.
However, Sophie’s body was vastly different from when she was a “Princess Knight.”
This was a tragicomedy that occurred because Sophie, despite being bought from a “junk shop” that disposed of broken slaves, nursed back to health, and even had her missing limbs mimicked by Mimi No. 1 and Mimi No. 2, Mimic Slimes, went on to play sexual pranks on the existing members of “Princess Harem.”
While it appeared as a comedy to those around her, Sophie herself agonized as the protagonist of a tragedy.
However, I suspect that Sophie, being fond of beautiful girls, was merely sad about losing the physical strength to coerce others.
Specifically, in response to those pranks, Ly and Liliana, Sophie’s distant relatives, became furious and cross-dressed her for rehabilitation. Due to some circumstances, the wig she wore at the time became the issue.
At that time, wigs were skyrocketing in price for some reason. Freya, a shrewd accountant in charge of purchases, found a dirty old wig from a shady antique dealer in the downtown area and haggled to buy it.
And the old, worn-out wig she purchased was no ordinary wig.
Its true identity was an artifact from the Ancient Magical Civilization Era!
The artifact’s function was to feminize men who had grown tired of their long lives.
Sophie, who was originally female, apparently declared it had nothing to do with her, but reality was cruel. She transformed from a trained, slender “Princess Knight” into a “Princess from a sheltered home” with a bewitching body.
Her previously small breasts had dramatically transformed into “big breasts” that rivaled Ly’s.
Furthermore, her body, honed as a “Princess Knight,” changed into that of a slender, soft maiden, effectively rendering her harmless. The words “karma” and “what goes around comes around” were fitting for this karmic retribution.
Recently, Sophie had begun to accept this transformation, but she fell into a slump after being branded a “fake Princess Knight” by a Treant dwelling on the mountain roads along the old border.
This slump continued until recently, but she made a full mental recovery through her lewd act of forcing Ly into being a lover to sing about Saria’s plight, whom she had rescued from the runaway carriage.
It’s debatable whether Sophie can be entrusted with the New Yver Duchy with a recovery like this, but Ly and Liliana will likely keep her in check.
And now, Sophie, revived and in top form, had gotten a headlock on the red-haired beautiful girl who was considered the ringleader of the rebels.
I observed the red-haired beautiful girl, Sophie’s “Milk Sister,” again.
The first thing that caught my eye was her short-cropped hair.
It was cut to a length suitable for a disguised beauty, with vibrant red hair.
Perhaps she cut it as a declaration of resolve when she became the ringleader of the rebels.
She might have even made a shameful declaration like, “I dedicate this to my beloved Sophie-sama.”
Her face still retained a youthful cuteness, with faint traces of freckles on her cheeks.
She was shorter than Sophie, but her body was unknown due to the scarlet light armor she wore.
Meanwhile, Sophie was hugging her happily.
“H-Hurry and let go! You pervert!! I can’t forgive you for deceiving my Sophie-sama… Ah!? …W-What, what is this?? S-Stop it!”
Nemea, the red-haired beautiful girl who was apparently made the ringleader of the rebels, was immediately subjected to Sophie’s seductive tactics.
While holding Nemea’s neck with one arm, Sophie stripped off her scarlet light armor with her free right hand.
Since her transformation into a “Princess from a sheltered home,” Sophie had lamented her lack of strength, but she was now exhibiting incredible brute force, as if powered by “desperate strength.”
This showed how happy she was to reunite with her Milk Sister, Nemea.
Sophie, with a cheerful expression, hummed as she peeled off the scarlet armor.
The surrounding rebels were hesitant to intervene in this bizarre situation.
“…Stop it! Stop it!! Aaah!”
The scarlet armor was quickly stripped off, and Nemea, now in her chainmail, finally screamed.
Then, the cords holding her chainmail were loosened—and with a clatter—it fell to the ground.
“Now, the vulgar armor and chainmail are gone. The real fun is about to begin, Nemea.”
“I-If you take off anything more, I’ll hate you.”
“Weren’t you always opening your body and legs for me? Now it’s time for your underwear!”
“Eek!? Aaaah!”
It was an instant before Nemea, in a state of utter undress, had her undergarments, worn beneath the armor, stripped away.
Sophie’s skill was incredible.
It was no exaggeration to call it a divine skill, though the gods might be troubled by such a comparison.
Nemea was now only clad in a black bra and panties, which she had likely put on to match her height.
“Heeh… Black underwear for you, Nemea… I’ll teach you your place.”
Sophie pressed her ample breasts against herself, fitting snugly against Nemea’s back, and grinned lasciviously.
“…Cough… Cough… W-What is this?! Stop it! …Ah!? Aaah… Hiiiaaa…”
On the other hand, Nemea, who had been released from the restraint around her neck, was choking, but Sophie covered her with her palm over the black bra and began to pet and knead it roughly.
As Sophie’s palm moved, Nemea’s breasts seemed to be violently deforming.
Nemea, who had become a pitiful target, began to let out faint moans amidst her confusion.
“…F-For my subordinates to see this… Aaaan♡ …No… Hiiyayayan… My lewd moans are leaking…”
Nemea’s face was flushed scarlet, and her eyes were moist with a feverish haze.
Gradually, her resistance began to weaken.
“My cute Nemea. Let everyone see your breasts directly.”
“…Ahaaan♡ …Huh!? N-No, Sophie-sama, please stop playing… I-Iaaahhh!”
Despite Nemea’s cries, Sophie ripped off the black bra that had been covering her breasts.
Nemea’s breasts were of a perfect size, neither large nor small. In the center of the pink areolas, her nipples, already erect, stood tall.
Nemea, a young maiden, screamed, unconsciously acknowledging that the one playing with her was Sophie, the Second Princess, her former Master and Milk Sister.
However, Sophie, caught up in the moment, did not stop.
“You’re so cute, Nemea. You worked hard to live for me, didn’t you? Now, according to the audience’s request, I’ll attack Nemea’s weakest spot!”
“I-I acknowledge you as the real Sophie-sama… Please, I beg you, don’t abuse me in front of everyone!”
Nemea acknowledged that the person manipulating her body was the real Sophie Anne=Marie Yuma Yver…
And, seemingly anticipating what was to come, she pleaded for it to stop.
“No, Nemea. You don’t fully believe me yet, do you?”
Sophie slipped her right hand inside the black panties and began to caress her.
The black panties, the last bastion protecting Nemea’s crotch area, writhed strangely under Sophie’s delicate touch, and a wet sound, “Kuchu, Kuchu, Kryu,” began to be heard.
“P-Please, Sophie-sama… If you do that any further, I will… Aaaan♡ …An, Aaan… Nooo!”
Under Sophie’s caresses, Nemea squirmed and gasped, letting out a loud scream.
Cho, Choro, Choro… Shaaararaa
The next moment, holy water splashed from the fabric of the black panties, overflowing and creating an embarrassing puddle on the ground, flowing down her stretched-out legs.
A characteristic odor and steam rose from the puddle.
“Nemea’s weakness hasn’t changed, has it? Do you believe I’m the real Sophie now?”
Nemea, now wearing only the wet black panties, was crying.
However, when Sophie stopped her caresses and stood in front of her, Nemea leaped up and hugged her.
It was then that Nemea showed her back for the first time, revealing a severe sword scar running from her right shoulder blade to the middle of her back.
It seemed this scar caused Nemea’s awkward movements.
“Sophie-sama! Sophie-sama!! You are undoubtedly Sophie-sama. I’m so glad you’re alive!!”
Calling her name again and again, Nemea rejoiced in Sophie’s survival.
“………”
Though it was supposed to be a touching reunion between master and servant, my party members of “Princess Harem” were speechless with red faces.
Meanwhile, Nemea’s subordinates were leaning forward with pained expressions.
They were all clutching their crotches, indicating that their penises were erecting and in a terrible state.
Thus, we, accompanying Sophie, who had been recognized by Nemea, the ringleader of the rebels, were accepted.
“Sophie-Onee-sama is… involved with the rebels!?”
Meanwhile, Saria, who had escaped Nemea’s punishment, was in a state of bewildered shock.
Thank you for reading.
episode30-5 Persuasion Grand Feast ① is scheduled to be posted on March 5th at 0:00.
