1. The Art of Resurrection Tactics ①
I am Hal Harem Von Raymond, the leader of the adventurer party “Princess Harem.” Recently, I feel like I’ve gotten somewhat used to my baptismal name, “Harem.”
Even so, it’s still embarrassing to introduce myself to someone for the first time.
We embarked on our second expedition trip, touring the Western Nations. At a mountain pass marking the border between the Espana Imperial Kingdom and the Former Yver Duchy Territory, we encountered and defeated a TREANT that was abducting young women and draining their life force. This TREANT called itself the “Princess Knight Eater” and fancied itself a gourmet, but it was no match for us, who had an abundance of offensive mages. Admittedly, it took some effort because the TREANT had captured Saintesses from the Asgard Holy Church and their accompanying Holy Knights.
The rescued individuals were Saintess Lunamaria Lurd, Saintess Seira Hyperion, and Holy Knight Mariabel. I didn’t get Holy Knight Mariabel’s full name, but since they are generally one-time encounters, it shouldn’t be a problem.
Among them, Saintess Lunamaria was an acquaintance of my past self, Lester Adamon, so I lent a hand. Saintess Lunamaria tried to invite me to the Asgard Holy Church as a saint, so I reflexively bound her with “Slave Contract Magic.” Upon exploring Saintess Lunamaria’s subconscious, I found that despite her strong desire for marriage, she was concerned that her vagina would be torn by a thick PENIS. Thus, I alleviated her concerns through “Trial Expansion.”
Afterward, I heard that I received a rough welcome from the “Princess Harem” party members in the women’s public bath, but I didn’t inquire about the details. This is because I myself was in a dangerous situation. They are all BEAUTIFUL GIRLS, and while cute individually, they transform into dangerous carnivores when they gather.
I myself have faced certain death numerous times during the pre-bath meeting.
This phenomenon indicates that the pure? wish of Cardinal Lester Adamon in his previous life, “I want to build a HAREM,” contained a pitfall.
I wonder how kings and rich lords throughout the world achieve “wine pools and meat forests”? It’s a great question.
For me, however, it’s not a problem as I prefer to be with each person one by one rather than having HAREM SEX with a large group…
Furthermore, Saintess Lunamaria and I are still connected through “Slave Contract Magic,” and I can vaguely sense her location if I concentrate. I hope Saintess Lunamaria will build a happy family with Cardinal Arthur Thornton.
Thus, we departed from the quaint hot spring town at the foot of the mountain pass and are heading towards the Former Capital City of Icebell in the Former Yver Duchy Territory. There lies the ruins of Icebell Castle, where a fierce battle was fought against the Espana Imperial Army, which had invaded with overwhelming force.
While it may be a painful place for Sophie, the involved party, and her relatives Ly and Liliana, it is necessary to assess the current situation considering Sophie’s eventual ascension to the throne as Queen.
The two carriages carrying us are proceeding smoothly along the main road. This area must have been devastated by war, but from my observation from the driver’s seat, it has been restored. Of course, I still saw remnants of burnt-down houses in the villages along the road, and newly rebuilt bridges spanning the rivers.
Despite this, the weather is clear, with not a cloud in the blue sky and the chirping of small birds, creating a pastoral atmosphere with rural landscapes continuing along the main road.
The horses pulling the carriages are in good spirits, their tails swaying rhythmically.
“Hal-sama, a small carriage appears to be heading towards us at full speed. What shall we do?”
I was relaxing in the passenger compartment after switching drivers with Eria when the small window connecting the driver’s seat and the passenger compartment opened, and Eria reported the unusual situation with a tense expression.
“For now, please pull the carriage over to the roadside and stop.”
“Yes, Hal-sama. Whoa, whoa, stop now, dear horses.”
Hee-hee-hon, hee-hee-hon.
Under Eria’s guidance, the intelligent horses, understanding my intentions, immediately pulled the carriage to the roadside and stopped. Edelea, who was piloting the following carriage, also seemed to have stopped in unison with us. Not only are the horses intelligent, but Eria and Edele have likely become somewhat accustomed to driving.
“Eria, what’s the situation?”
“Hal-sama, it’s that carriage.”
“It’s certainly going too fast, and the driver is nowhere to be seen! And the passenger seems to be collapsing. Judging by their clothing, is it a woman?”
We opened the carriage door and inspected the runaway carriage. Our carriage is a two-horse carriage with a capacity of 8 people. In contrast, the runaway carriage heading towards us is a single-horse light carriage, likely for two people. However, there was only one slumped figure of a person in the seat, and the driver was nowhere to be seen.
“Hal-sama, shall we just let it pass?”
Liliana asked with a worried look.
“Could it be a noblewoman? It would be wise to create a good impression here.”
This time, Ly suggested that perhaps we should rescue the passenger in the runaway carriage. By the way, the crucial Sophie was still withdrawn due to the destruction of her identity by the TREANT.
Sophie, whose “Princess Knight” identity was denied by the TREANT, seemed to have suffered significant damage.
Meanwhile, the runaway carriage approached. The horse was running with a desperate expression, as if frightened by something, and the carriage it was pulling bounced violently, occasionally running over ruts and small stones on the road, but showing no signs of distress. Furthermore, the harness attached to the light carriage and the horse were of high quality, suggesting it belonged to a noble, as Ly had said.
It seemed likely that the unconscious woman in the carriage was a noblewoman or a maid. Judging by her attire, the passenger was probably a noblewoman.
“Mai, can you handle this?”
“Yeah… leave it to me.”
I asked Mai, who was riding in the same carriage and was nimble, to rescue the passenger, who I presumed to be a noblewoman, left behind in the runaway carriage. Mai, who was already poised when I asked, leaped out and immediately after, jumped onto the runaway carriage as it was about to pass us.
A cheer went up from the surrounding party members as Mai agilely jumped onto the carriage.
However, she seemed to be struggling to control the horse, trying to calm it while holding the reins. The agitated horse didn’t listen to Mai at all. As this continued, the main road ahead took a sharp turn, and it was inevitable that they would fall into the river.
“This isn’t good, looks like we need to help.”
Swan Hilda, who was in the second carriage, looked around, made sure no one was watching, then changed into her Valkyrie light armor and flew towards them for rescue. As expected of Swan Hilda, a Lower God Clan, her flight was fast. She caught up in no time, and returned with Mai and the passenger held under each arm.
Doba-a-an!
Hee-hee-hon!
Immediately after, the runaway carriage, now driverless, plunged into the river with the horse, sending a large column of water into the air. Fortunately, the river flow was gentle, and the carriage slid along the riverbed due to its weight, but the horse, its tether having come undone, swam towards the opposite shore.
“Th-thank you.”
Mai, who had been rescued, thanked Swan Hilda.
“Of course, we’re comrades.”
Swan Hilda, on the other hand, seemed pleased to be thanked.
Behind Swan Hilda were Shera, joyfully wagging her pure white FOX tail, Ilisha, Kirika, and Freya. It was true that due to the emergency, Elise and Freya didn’t pay much attention to Shera, but perhaps she had been enjoying herself in the carriage.
Further back, Edelea on the driver’s seat of the carriage proudly watched her cousin’s heroic actions.
“Hal-sama, this is the girl we rescued.”
Swan Hilda carefully laid the girl she was holding in her right arm on the ground. The girl had light blonde hair and wore an elegant DRESS, making it highly probable, as Ly had pointed out, that she was a noblewoman. Perhaps this girl was a child of a noble from the Espana Imperial Kingdom?
Then, would this make her an enemy of Sophie? Well, given the secret agreement with Princess Elizabeth of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, nicknamed “Bess-chan,” we don’t need to take hostile action, and at present, she seems to be too broken to be a factor.
Ly and Liliana are fully aware of these matters, so it will depend on this girl’s reaction. Even if something happens, Alicia, a noblewoman from the Espana Imperial Kingdom, is accompanying us, so we can be at ease.
Still, my mind is full of questions: why did the carriage go runaway? What happened to the driver? We can only ask this girl about the circumstances.
“Alicia, do you think this girl is a noblewoman from Espana?”
First, I confirmed with Alicia, a noblewoman from the Espana Imperial Kingdom.
“I don’t know her personally, but I think so.”
Alicia tilted her head slightly before nodding. Alicia had not yet made her debut in society due to the downfall of her family, the Viscount Rendol family, and therefore had few acquaintances in noble society.
“This might be an unexpected windfall.”
Kirika commented, observing the girl lying on the ground.
“I think it’s inappropriate to treat a young lady like an object.”
Dietlinde, on the other hand, expressed her disapproval of treating her as an object.
“I feel like a new adventure has begun.”
Freya said, somewhat detachedly. Perhaps she thought that since this second expedition was to tour the Western Nations, it had no relevance to her, a native of the Southern Nations. She seemed to have conveniently forgotten that Saintess Lunamaria had been looking for her.
“What do you think? Given that Hal is involved, the chances of getting caught up in something are high…”
On the other hand, Elise seemed resigned. Still, Elise’s remark about me being involved was quite harsh. I still believe that Elise deserves punishment. I should make a note of Elise’s statement in my mental memo.
“Hal-sama, shall I give her smelling salts?”
Tirna suggested, seeing that everyone had stated their opinions.
In situations like this, Tirna’s knowledge of pharmacology is useful recently. Tirna has also been developing secondary sexual characteristics and has become a more girl-like figure. I found myself harboring impure thoughts, wondering when she would turn fourteen.
In my mind, young girls under the age of 14 are not targets for sexual intercourse. This is because Lester the Cleric, in his previous life, had devoted himself to the teachings of Saint Agnes Shaan.
Our party, “Princess Harem,” along with Alicia and Ilisha, gathered around the unconscious girl, discussing her identity and future treatment. Tirna then proposed using smelling salts, but it was the usual flow of events.
“Tirna, please do it.”
I gave Tirna permission to use the smelling salts.
“Understood, Hal-sama.”
Tirna, who gave the unconscious girl a lap pillow, uncorked a suspicious-looking vial of medicine from her hidden pocket and held it close to the girl’s nose, making her inhale the strongly stimulating smelling salts.
“…Ughh… Ughh… Kk Kk!? Kyaaaaaaaa!!”
The girl, urged to wake by the smelling salts, soon regained consciousness but screamed upon seeing us surrounding her. Currently, we were all wearing hooded robes and masks modeled after VALKYRIE, so she likely mistook us for accomplices of attackers.
“…Wheeze… wheeze… wheeze…”
Having apparently exhausted herself with her screams, the girl panted, breathing heavily.
“Have you calmed down? We are party members of an adventurer team called ‘Princess Harem,’ and we are not suspicious individuals. So, could you please tell us your name?”
When I signaled to Elise, she removed her mask and addressed the girl. In such situations, I thought it would be more appropriate for Elise, the deputy leader and a woman, to speak rather than me, a man, talking to her rashly. Furthermore, if she failed, it would provide an excuse for punishment. It was a win-win situation for me.
“I… I will not yield to rebels (terrorists), even if I die! I have the pride of a noble of Espana!”
Staring at Elise’s face, the girl retorted sharply, her eyes narrowed.
The girl, convinced we were attackers, maintained a stubborn attitude.
2. The Art of Resurrection Tactics ② △
I decided to observe the girl we rescued from the runaway carriage more closely.
Her fair golden hair, which I had noticed from the moment of rescue, was loosely braided and held in place with silver hair ornaments. Her eyebrows were thin, and her eyes were a mysterious shade of purple. Her almond-shaped eyes were tilted slightly at the corners, seemingly reflecting her strong will.
Her lips, slightly thin, were a healthy red, as if rouged. Her cheeks were flushed red with anger, but her skin was smooth and finely textured.
The DRESS was a dark blue, elegant long-sleeved garment, with lace fabric sewn at the cuffs, neckline, and hem. A pure white, wide ribbon was tied at the waist.
“Are there rebels (terrorists) in this land?”
This time, Ly questioned her in a serious tone.
The mention of rebels (terrorists) made it highly likely that she was connected to the defunct Yver Duchy. It was even possible that she was connected to the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, Ly’s homeland, or the Yangas Kingdom, Liliana’s homeland.
“What fakery… You wretched traitors!!”
The girl spat at Ly, who was still wearing her VALKYRIE mask.
“Despite saving your life, you offer no words of thanks… Your upbringing is evident.”
Liliana, standing next to Ly, admonished the girl for her attitude. Alicia, perhaps realizing that questioning her directly was getting nowhere, started to take out her insignia signifying her status as a Viscountess, but I stopped her since we didn’t know the girl’s true identity.
“Hal-sama, shall we use a truth serum?”
Tirna, who was waiting behind Ly, said something frightening. Tirna’s innards might be boiling with indignation at the girl’s attitude.
“Tirna, no forceful methods.”
“…Yes, Hal-sama.”
Tirna hung her head after being forbidden to use the truth serum by me.
“I’ll try to persuade her.”
At this point, Sophie, who had been withdrawn until now, revived and stepped forward. It seemed Sophie had regained her senses upon sensing the BEAUTIFUL GIRL. The surrounding party members chuckled, finding this reaction typical of Sophie.
“I like making strong KITTENS submit… Be prepared ♪”
Her slightly more feminine way of speaking than before evoked a sense of melancholy, but the girl facing her visibly paled with fear.
“I… I will not yield!”
The girl’s stance was wavering, but she outwardly projected confidence. No, it seemed she was trembling slightly. I, too, was prepared to intervene and stop Sophie if she went too far and did something terrible.
“Don’t worry, little kitten. It won’t hurt ♪”
Contrary to her words, Sophie licked her lips with pleasure, seeing her long-awaited prey, much to the discomfort of the surrounding party members.
“You are very cute and look delicious.”
Surrounded by us, the members of ‘Princess Harem,’ the girl slowly retreated but was inevitably caught. In such situations, Sophie hunted her pathetic prey with the movements of her former “Princess Knight” days.
“What is your name?”
“……”
Overwhelmed by Sophie’s bewitching allure, the girl was like a “frog staring at a snake.” Still, the girl remained silent.
“Kittens must be obedient, you know.”
As she spoke, Sophie hugged the girl.
“Please, let go just a little. I feel like I’m going to be crushed to death by your large BREASTS…”
“Then speak.”
“……”
Sophie, while pretending to hug the girl gently, was pressing her ample BREASTS against the girl’s body. This was an attack that would have been impossible with her former slender physique, but for Sophie, a researcher of the female body, it was undoubtedly a newly acquired weapon.
“I like to bring stubborn girls to their knees.”
Sophie gently petted the girl’s head, then her delicate fingers reached her ears, cheeks, and finally her soft lips. She then traced the girl’s lips with her fingertips, sometimes stimulating the inside of her mouth.
“…No… It feels like my mind is clouded… and my body feels like it’s melting… Aaaah…”
With her other hand, she was secretly fond
“E-Elder Sister… Please… If you speak… Please forgive me.”
The girl, drooling saliva from the corner of her mouth, begged Sophie for forgiveness. Thus, the girl who had maintained a stubborn attitude finally broke.
“What is your name?”
Sophie, with a look of certainty that the girl had fallen, asked for her name again.
“M-My name is, S-Saria Kiryute Von Macrame…”.
Thus, the rescued girl? No, Saria, a pitiable prey caught in Sophie’s fangs, was defeated by tactics that could be called divine. After singing her name, she began to explain the situation as Sophie commanded.
For the innocent girl, Sophie’s poisonous fangs seemed to be unbearable, lewd torture.
The girl’s true identity was, as expected, a Viscount’s Daughter from the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Saria is 13 years old, and personally, she falls into the category of a young girl, but Sophie believes that her body is sufficiently developed and capable of being a sexual object.
Saria’s father is Ivanov Sariute Von Macrame, and he is the Governor provisionally governing the Former Yver Duchy Territory. He was originally a legal Viscount, but he was promoted due to his political skills.
Three days ago, Saria, who was out shopping by carriage, was kidnapped by Rebel terrorists and held captive in their hideout. However, the escort knight acting as her coachman was surprisingly formidable, and managed to help Saria escape the eyes of the terrorists and attempted to flee, but was caught by pursuers and seemingly died. She couldn’t remember anything after that.
And then, one important fact was revealed.
The leader of the Rebel terrorists was a girl slightly older than Saria. The girl was apparently a beautiful girl with short-cropped red hair, although she had freckles scattered on her cheeks. This girl was apparently raised as the leader of the Rebel terrorists because she inherited the blood of the Yver royal family, however thinly. From the replies of those around her, her name was also deduced to be Nemea Charlotte Von Chichelene.
“N-Nemea is alive!?”
Upon hearing Saria’s story, Sophie burst into tears, not caring about the eyes of others. As it turned out, Nemea was Sophie’s Milk Sister, and was presumed to have died during the siege.
Meanwhile, Ly was distressed by Sophie’s scandalous behavior, Liliana was determined to reform Sophie, and Kirika suggested that it might be better to retrieve her limbs. Furthermore, Shera handed Swan Hilda a slapstick paddle from her item box for punishment.
Looking towards Eria, the former young prostitute, she was clutching her chest, trying to suppress her own lust. It must be said that Sophie’s mental contamination was intense.
Afterwards, Saria, now clothed and in order, leaned her head against Sophie. She felt pity for Saria, who had been so easily fallen for with so little.
“Hal, a carriage is approaching from over there.”
“This situation is bad. Let’s withdraw.”
We had obtained important information from Saria and were heading cheerfully towards the Former Capital City of Icebell.
3. The Leader of the Rebels is a Milk Sister
“Elder Sister Sophie, how about a candy? Say ‘ahhh’ and open your mouth.”
“Ahhh. Thank you, Saria. It’s delicious.”
Saria, the Viscount’s Daughter who had boarded our carriage, and Sophie, who had developed her body and made her her lover, were doting on each other.
The Party Members of “Princess Harem” who were riding with them averted their eyes, savoring their good fortune at not having fallen prey to Sophie’s fangs. Meanwhile, Ly and Liliana, Sophie’s relatives, stared at them with disgust, and it was highly likely that some form of sanction would be imposed later.
Therefore, I overlooked my own scrutiny. After all, the mission itself had been accomplished by obtaining information from the rescued girl… I decided to leave the moral issues to her relatives, Ly and Liliana.
When she learned that we were heading to the Former Capital City of Icebell, where Saria’s family lived, she softened her attitude and became quiet. However, seeing this scene, it seemed ethically problematic. Saria Kiryute Von Macrame, the Viscount’s Daughter and a noble of Espana, had learned her Elder Sister’s first name, but did not realize that her true identity was Sophie Anne=Marie Yuma Yver, the former Second Princess of the Former Yver Duchy. This is because, according to rumors circulating in the world, the direct lineage of the Yver family had been exterminated.
“Sophie, how much further is it to Icebell?”
“There’s a large forest area ahead, and once you get through that, it’s very close.”
Sophie, with Saria on her lap, told me with a cheerful expression.
“However, this area has been dangerous for a while now, so if the Rebels were to appear, it would be from here onwards.”
And then, with a confident smile, Sophie said something absurd.
“Hal, Mai says we’re surrounded by a mysterious group in front and behind the carriage.”
It was some time after our carriage entered the road that cut through the forest area when Eria, who was holding the reins at the driver’s seat, reported through the small window connecting the passenger compartment and the driver’s seat. Peeking out the carriage window to assess the surroundings, Eria the coachman was teary-eyed and trembling, while Mai, sitting next to her, was poised in a combat-ready stance.
And then, men with the appearance of bandits approached from the front and back of the road.
“Ly, do you think they’re bandits?”
I asked Ly, who was looking around with me.
“My intuition says they are Rebels, don’t you think?”
Ly replied unconfidently, looking at their disheveled appearance.
“Elder Sister Sophie, will I be captured again?”
Saria, clinging to Sophie, pleaded with teary eyes.
“It’s okay, Saria. I’ll protect you.”
“I-I’m happy! Sister Sophie!!”
Even in this emergency, Sophie and Saria’s surrounds were a lesbian world. Seeing Saria clinging to Sophie gave me a headache.
I questioned the identity of the approaching men. The possibilities were either real bandits or the Rebels as Ly suggested. If they were Rebels, their objective would likely be to recapture Saria Kiryute Von Macrame, the beloved daughter of Viscount Ivanov Sariute Von Macrame, the provisional governor of the Former Yver Duchy Territory.
Saria had already escaped from the Rebel hideout once with the help of her escort knight.
On the other hand, we of “Princess Harem” have brought our full members for this Second Expedition Trip, so we should be able to overwhelm them even if combat breaks out. Furthermore, we have Sophie Anne=Marie Yuma Yver, the former Second Princess of the Yver Duchy, as a trump card.
However, from her appearance as a slender “Princess Knight,” she has had a role change to a Princess from a sheltered home through an artifact from the Ancient Magical Civilization Era, so even if her true identity were revealed, it might not be believed.
“For now, prepare for combat. If they are bandits, there’s no need to hold back, so annihilate them. If they are Rebels and Sophie’s acquaintances, let’s get captured intentionally.”
“Understood, Hal.”
Ly smiled brightly.
“I will also offer my assistance.”
Liliana nodded.
“Everyone… I’m in your debt.”
Sophie bowed deeply.
“Elder Sister Sophie!?”
Viscount’s Daughter Saria, who didn’t know Elder Sister Sophie’s circumstances, looked puzzled.
“Eria, as you heard. Stop the carriage for now.”
“Y-Yes, Master.”
When our carriage stopped, the following carriage also stopped.
“We know you’ve stolen our prey. If you hand over the girl obediently, we might spare you!”
Soon, a man who appeared to be their leader demanded in a rough voice towards us, who were surrounded by rough-looking men in dirty clothes.
“Elder Sister Sophie, I… don’t want to die…”
Viscount’s Daughter Saria trembled and sought help from Sophie, who, as if it were her due, embraced her. And Sophie seemed to be enjoying Saria’s immature body.
“It’s alright! Saria, I’ll protect you.”
“Elder Sister Sophie…”
Sophie pressed on as if seizing the opportunity.
“Sophie, do you recognize any of them?”
“Yes, I know some of their faces, but they’re all low-ranking. It seems we’ll have to go to the Rebel hideout to get anywhere.”
Ly and Liliana nodded at Sophie’s statement, so there shouldn’t be any problem.
“We are the Adventurer Party ‘Princess Harem.’ I am Hal Raymond, the representative. We are willing to hand over the girl we rescued, but as a condition, you must also take us to your hideout. I have a few things to discuss with your leader, and we can hand over the girl then.”
I introduced myself by my former name, hiding the fact that I was a First-Class Quasi-Noble appointed by the Espana Imperial Kingdom, and demanded that in exchange for handing over Saria, I be taken to the Rebel hideout to meet with their leader. The Rebels conferred among themselves at my request, but the man who had spoken earlier stepped forward again.
“…Very well. Then, follow behind us. If you do anything foolish, you will all be sent to the next world.”
“O-Okay.”
Our two carriages began to move, surrounded by the Rebel rascals. After proceeding along the road for a while, we turned off onto a side path. It seemed the hideout was ahead, and those at the rear were erasing their tracks.
We ventured deeper into the forest, taking several branching paths before arriving at an old hut that looked like a woodcutter’s cabin.
“Now, hand over the girl?”
The man from before spoke again in a rough voice.
“No. Let’s do it when we meet the leader.”
As I refused, the man clicked his tongue.
“E-Elder Sister… I’m scared. There must be punishment for escaping…”
“It’s alright, Saria. I’ll go with you.”
“Elder Sister Sophie!”
Inside the carriage, Sophie and Saria continued to be engrossed.
“All of you, get out of the carriage and follow me. I’ll take the girl.”
The man ordered again, looking irritated. We had no choice but to comply. The judgment was that it would be bad if we provoked a fight here. We were wearing the “Princess Harem” uniform, a hooded robe, pulled deep to obscure our faces, and masks shaped like Valkyries, so only our height and gender should be discernible.
“Aaaahhh! Elder Sister!!”
As we got out of the carriage, Saria screamed, her arm being grabbed. Poor thing, but let’s watch and see. And as we were gathered in front of the hut, the door opened, and a beautiful girl with short-cropped red hair appeared.
The beautiful red-haired girl’s movements were a bit stiff, and she seemed to be injured somewhere on her body.
“Cyrus, thank you for your hard work. It seems Lady Saria, who escaped, requires severe punishment. By the way, the knight who let you escape is dead.”
The beautiful red-haired girl acted like the leader of the Rebels.
“P-Please, Lady Menea. I humbly beg for your mercy…”
Saria, who was being dragged, was forced down to the ground by two men holding her shoulders and seated.
“I wished for the same when the barbaric Espana soldiers invaded… but it was not granted. Therefore, you too shall accept our judgment.”
And then, a bifurcated whip was handed to the beautiful red-haired girl. That whip, though not powerful, was used for torture.
“Please! Don’t do anything cruel to Saria! Please… Elder Sister, help me!!”
This looked like it was going to be a difficult situation for Saria, the Viscount’s Daughter.
“Will you not harm my new lover, Nemea!?”
Here, Sophie appeared as the trump card. Tension ran through the surrounding Rebels.
“Who are you!?”
The beautiful red-haired girl challenged Sophie in an interrogative tone.
“…To be spoken to like that by Nemea… I am shocked.”
Sophie lamented with exaggerated gestures.
“W-Who in the world are you!”
The beautiful red-haired girl shouted with a somewhat confused expression. From her demeanor, she seemed quite disoriented.
“You don’t recognize me… You’re a failure as my Milk Sister. Don’t you think Nemea needs to be punished?”
Saying this, Sophie slowly and deliberately removed her hooded robe, and then took off the Valkyrie mask that was hiding her face.
“Z-Zoe-sama!?”
Exclamations of shock rose from the surroundings. Naturally, the impact of the appearance of a princess from the main family on the Rebels was beyond words.
“N-No, it’s a fake! That body, her chest! It can’t be Zoe-sama!!”
However, one of the Rebels pointed at Sophie’s ample chest and shouted.
“W-What are you talking about? You certainly resemble my late Zoe-sama… but there’s a big difference from my Zoe-sama. H-How could a fake appear here…”
For a moment, the beautiful red-haired girl was flustered, but she seemed to regain her composure upon being called a fake.
“What part of me is fake?”
Sophie, on the other hand, was completely at ease.
“Your face is similar, but your chest size is completely different! Zoe-sama’s breasts were much more modest, fake one.”
The beautiful red-haired girl, now calm, pointed out the size of her breasts.
“How dare you, Nemea! I’ll prove I’m the real one.”
The opposing Sophie suddenly accelerated and captured the beautiful red-haired girl, her large breasts swaying.
“W-What are you doing!”
“I know Nemea’s body inside and out. I’ll awaken your memories with pleasure.”
And then, Sophie’s public caressing show began. Saria, who was restrained, was stunned.
Ly looked up at the heavens at the unfolding events, and Liliana groaned. As Tirna covered Ilisha’s eyes, Alicia also covered her eyes. Elise, Kirika, Freya, and Dietlinde smiled wryly but seemed to be looking forward to future developments, while Shera took a slapstick paddle from her item box.
The other Party Members, accustomed to the usual routine of “Quality Check,” seemed unfazed.
4. Proof of Identity and Tactics △
I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, along with the Party Members of “Princess Harem,” was escorting Saria, Viscount’s Daughter Saria Kiryute Von Macrame, whom we had narrowly rescued from a runaway carriage, to the Former Capital City of Icebell in the Former Yver Duchy Territory when we were abducted by Rebels.
Or rather, we didn’t resist because they were Sophie’s associates.
And then, just before Saria was to be punished by the beautiful red-haired girl, who appeared to be the leader of the Rebels, Sophie made her grand entrance and announced herself.
However, Sophie’s body was vastly different from when she was a “Princess Knight.” This was a tragicomedy caused by Sophie playing sexual pranks on the existing members of “Princess Harem,” despite having been bought, nursed, and even had her missing limbs replaced by Mimi No. 1 and Mimi No. 2 of the Mimic Slime to substitute the execution of a broken slave.
While it seemed like a comedy to onlookers, Sophie herself agonized as the protagonist of a tragedy. However, I suspect that Sophie, who likes beautiful girls, was only saddened by the loss of her strength to conquer her targets.
Specifically, Ly and Liliana, who were distant relatives of Sophie, were furious at her pranks and decided to make her wear women’s clothes for her reform. The problem was the wig she wore at the time. At that time, wigs were experiencing a surge in price for some reason, and Freya, the capable accountant in charge of purchasing, found a shabby wig from a dubious antique dealer in the lower town and drove a hard bargain for it.
And the old wig she purchased was no mere wig.
It turned out that the wig 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 boasted that it had no relation to her “feminization,” but reality was cruel. She had undergone a role change from a trained, slender “Princess Knight” to a deeply alluring Princess from a sheltered home with a seductive physique.
In particular, her small, slightly developed breasts had transformed into large breasts, rivaling Ly’s. Furthermore, her physique, which had been honed as a “Princess Knight,” had transformed into that of a slender, soft maiden, rendering her virtually harmless. The words “karma” and “retribution” were fitting.
Lately, Sophie had begun to accept this change, but she had been depressed after being branded a “fake Princess Knight” by a Treant nesting on the mountain pass along the old border. This depression had continued until recently, but by seducing Saria, whom she had rescued from a runaway carriage, into becoming her lover to make her sing her story, she had fully recovered mentally.
Whether Sophie, who could recover from such things, should be entrusted with the New Yver Duchy is a concern, but it is likely that Ly and Liliana will be the ones to hold the reins.
And now, Sophie, who has revived and is in top form, has grabbed the beautiful red-haired girl presumed to be the leader of the Rebels in a headlock.
I observed the beautiful red-haired girl, Nemea, who was Sophie’s Milk Sister, once again.
First, her cropped hair catches the eye. Her vibrant red hair is cut to about the length of a handsome man dressed as a woman. Perhaps she cut it as a declaration of her resolve when she became the leader of the Rebels.
Perhaps she made a embarrassing declaration like, “To my beloved Sophie.”
Her face is still cute with a youthful look, and faint freckle marks remain on her cheeks. Although she is shorter than Sophie, her build is unknown due to her wearing scarlet light armor.
Meanwhile, Sophie was hugging her happily.
“L-Let go! You villain!! I won’t forgive you for deceiving my Sophie… Huh!? …Wh-What is it?? S-Stop it!”
Nemea, who was apparently elevated to the leadership of the Rebels, was immediately subjected to Sophie’s seduction attack.
Sophie, holding Nemea’s neck with her left arm, began to strip off her scarlet light armor with her right hand. Since her role change to a Princess from a sheltered home, Sophie had lamented her lack of strength, but she was now exhibiting immense power, as if in a “desperate strength.”
It is likely that she is so happy to have reunited with her Milk Sister, Nemea.
Sophie hummed cheerfully, peeling off Nemea’s scarlet armor with a smile. The Rebels milling around were also hesitant to intervene in this abnormal situation.
“…S-Stop! Stop it!! Aaaahhh!”
In no time, the scarlet armor was stripped off, and Nemea, now in chainmail, finally screamed. Then, the ties holding the chainmail were undone, and it clattered to the ground.
“There, the unsightly armor and chainmail are gone. The fun is about to begin, Nemea.”
“Don’t take off any more, or I’ll hate you.”
“Didn’t you open your legs for me all the time? Well then, it’s time for your underwear!”
“Eek!? Aaaahhh!!”
It was instantaneous for Nemea, in her scandalous state, to have her undergarments stripped off. Sophie’s skill is truly incredible. It can be called a divine technique, but the god being likened to would likely be annoyed.
Now, all Nemea was wearing was a black bra and panties that she had put on after her growth spurt.
“Oh… Nemea, wearing black underwear… Let me teach you your place.”
Sophie pressed her ample breasts against Nemea’s back and grinned lewdly.
“…Ahem… Ahem… Wh-What is it!? Stop it! …Ah!? Aah… Hiiiaaa.”
Having her restrained neck freed, Nemea coughed but was then covered by Sophie’s palm over her black bra, initiating a rough yet bold caress. As Sophie’s palms moved, Nemea’s breasts seemed to distort intensely. Nemea, now a pitiable prey, began to let out faint moans despite her confusion.
“…W-With my subordinates watching… Ahhh ♡… No… Hiiiyyan… my lewd moans… are leaking…”
Before she knew it, Nemea’s face flushed crimson, and her pupils were glistening with a feverish glaze. Gradually, her resistance began to weaken.
“My dear Nemea. Please, let everyone see your breasts directly.”
“…Ahaaaan ♡… Huh?! N-No, Lady Sophie… P-Please stop playing around… Iiiiyyaaaahhh!”
Nemea’s cries were in vain as Sophie’s hands stripped away the black bra that had been concealing her breasts. Nemea’s breasts were neither large nor small, possessing an exquisite size. In the center of her pink areola, her already erect nipples stood proudly. Nemea, a young maiden, shrieked but unconsciously recognized that the one tormenting her was Sophie, the Second Princess, her former Master and milk sister. However, Sophie, engrossed in her actions, did not stop.
“You’re so cute, Nemea. You lived your life for me, didn’t you? Now, according to the audience’s request, I’ll target your most vulnerable spot ♪”
“I-I acknowledge you as the real Lady Sophie… I beg of you, please don’t torment me like this in front of everyone!”
Nemea acknowledged that the one manipulating her body was the real Sophie Anne=Marie Yuma Yver… and, as if anticipating what was to come, she pleaded for her to stop.
“No, Nemea. You don’t believe me completely yet, do you?”
Sophie slipped her right hand into Nemea’s black panties and began to caress her. The black panties, the last bastion protecting Nemea’s crotch, writhed strangely under Sophie’s delicate hand, and wet sounds of “Kyu, kyu, kuryu” began to echo.
“P-Please, Lady Sophie… I-If you do any more than this, I… Ahhh ♡… Ahh, ahh… N-Nooo!”
Sophie’s caress caused Nemea to squirm and gasp, letting out a loud scream.
*Choro, choro… Shaaaahhh*
The next moment, holy water splashed from the black panties, bursting forth and flowing down her stretched-out legs to form an embarrassing puddle on the ground. A distinctive odor and steam rose from the puddle.
“Your weakness hasn’t changed, Nemea, has it? Do you believe I’m the real Sophie now?”
Nemea, left with only her wet black panties after the splash, was crying. However, when Sophie stopped caressing her and stood before her, Nemea lunged and hugged her. It was then that Nemea’s back was revealed for the first time, showing a severe sword wound running from her right shoulder blade to the middle of her back.
It seemed this scar was the reason for Nemea’s awkward movements.
“Lady Sophie! Lady Sophie!! You are undoubtedly Lady Sophie. I’m so glad you’re alive!”
Nemea repeatedly called out Sophie’s name, rejoicing in her survival.
“…………”
Though it should have been a touching reunion between master and subordinate, we, the party members of ‘Princess Harem,’ were all blushing and silent. Meanwhile, Nemea’s subordinates were leaning forward with pained expressions. They were all clutching their crotches, likely experiencing quite the arousal. In this way, we, accompanied by Sophie, who had been recognized as her true self by Nemea, the ringleader of the rebels, were accepted.
“Lady Sophie… is involved with the rebels!?”
Meanwhile, Saria, who had escaped Nemea’s punishment, was in a state of shock.
***
***5. The Grand Bargain of Persuasion ①***
“Well, it seems all the involved parties have gathered now.”
The main members of the rebel faction and the party members, primarily composed of us from ‘Princess Harem,’ surrounded a worn wooden desk set up inside the hut. Leading this meeting was Sophie. As she was the only direct descendant left in the Yver Duchy, she naturally had to take the role of chairperson.
Even so, every time Sophie looked around the table, her ample bosom swayed precariously.
Nemea, meanwhile, gazed at Sophie’s ample bosom with a heated stare.
“Her Highness Princess Sophie, from now on, you shall be our representative.”
Cyrus, who had brought us here, declared Sophie’s assumption of leadership of the rebels in a gruff voice. His tone was not a request, but a confirmation.
“I… am Hal’s slave. So, I can’t immediately…”
Seeing Sophie flirtatiously trying to win me over, Cyrus glared at her with anger, while Nemea looked genuinely surprised. Perhaps she couldn’t believe Sophie, who seemed to have lesbian tendencies, would flirt with a man.
“What in the world is going on? Depending on the circumstances, we may resort to forceful measures!”
Nemea glared at me and queried, threateningly.
“That is because, originally, I—”
In response, Sophie, now back to her senses, briefly explained the events that had transpired. She explained how I had purchased her, a discarded slave, and therefore, the right to her life and death was mine. She also mentioned that she was still under my control through ‘Slave Contract Magic’… This included the matter of her ascension to Queen of the new Yver Duchy.
Hearing this, you would likely be bewildered…
“I cannot possibly believe such nonsense. We have been working tirelessly, yet we haven’t even grasped a foothold for the restoration of the Yver Duchy…”
As expected, the current representative, Nemea, frowned and voiced her doubt at Sophie’s story.
“Lady Sophie… I truly cannot believe such a story either.”
Viscountess Saria, Sophie’s new lover, also echoed Nemea’s skepticism.
“It is true that Princess Elizabeth of the Espana Imperial Kingdom and I have sworn a ‘Pact of Sisterhood.’”
At this point, Lyushenne, who had been silent until now, broke the ice.
“As you know, the Espana Imperial Kingdom, or rather, the Human-Demi-Human Allied Forces, are at a disadvantage against the Demon Lord Army. Therefore, a reorganization of the main human nations is necessary.”
Liliana continued, elaborating on the matter.
“And who might you all be?”
Nemea tilted her head slightly, puzzled by the sudden opinions directed at her, and attempted to ascertain their identities.
“I am… Liliana Emilia Yangas.”
First, Liliana removed her mask and introduced herself.
“Referring to you as Lady Liliana… you must be the former princess of the fallen Yangas Kingdom, renowned as the ‘Moonlit Princess of Sorrows’… Truly, you are a beautiful girl beyond words!”
Not only Nemea but also Viscountess Saria were astonished. The party members of ‘Princess Harem’ had been very careful not to reveal their faces to Saria, whom they had rescued from the runaway carriage, so one of them, who had dismissed them as mere adventurers, was now surprised to find that one was a former royal and a beauty who could overthrow nations.
“If Liliana has revealed her identity, then it is my turn.”
Lyushenne, smiling with amusement, slowly removed her Valkyrie mask.
“My! This lady is no less beautiful than Lady Liliana!”
Viscountess Saria was surprised once again.
“My name is Lyushenne Silveria Wahl.”
And then… attracting everyone’s attention, Lyushenne solemnly announced her full name.
“C-Could it be, ‘The Beautiful Princess of Ice and Flame,’ Princess Lyushenne of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom!?”
Lyushenne’s introduction had a dramatic effect. This was because Lyushenne, an Imperial Princess of the Wahl Imperial Family, was a revered princess, a spiritual pillar for all the members of the rebel faction. In other words, the Yver Duchy was merely a collateral branch that had split off from the Wahl Imperial Family. To them, the fact that the Wahl Imperial Kingdom had fallen was a trivial matter. The reverence they had held for the Wahl Imperial Family for many years could not be overturned in a day.
“I-It is my greatest oversight that Her Highness Princess Lyushenne graced us with her presence… This Cyrus has failed you.”
Lyushenne’s devastating beauty made it impossible to doubt her identity, and all the main members of the rebel faction knelt on the dirt floor in deference.
“Please, do not be so apprehensive. Position-wise, I am the same as Sophie and Liliana…”
Lyushenne explained her situation while showing understanding towards their behavior.
“B-But when a noble princess is present, such an attitude is only natural.”
However, Cyrus replied while remaining prostrate.
“Lady Lyushenne… she’s such a beautiful girl…”
Viscountess Saria was on the verge of fainting upon hearing the introductions of the former princess and princess, who were renowned as the dual jewels of devastating beauty in the social circles of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, and even in the Western countries. By the way, the Espana Imperial Kingdom also had noblewomen who claimed to be devastatingly beautiful, but compared to Lyushenne and Liliana, it was said to be like ‘the moon and the soft-shelled turtle.’
And with the introductions of Lyushenne and Liliana, the atmosphere became so chaotic that a meeting was impossible, leading to a brief recess.
***
To help the main members of the rebel faction and Viscountess Saria calm down, Tirna served them herbal tea, and everyone regained their composure.
“Her Highness Princess Lyushenne, what is the situation?”
Cyrus, representing the rebels, posed the question. It seemed that while Nemea, a red-haired beauty, was the public face, this man held the actual reins of power.
“As Sophie explained earlier. Furthermore, the restoration encompasses not only the Yver Duchy but also the Yangas Kingdom and the Wahl Imperial Kingdom. By the way, Lady Saria, will you support Queen Sophie in the future?”
Viscountess Saria, surprised by Lyushenne’s unexpected question, looked flustered.
“Are you ordering me to make this Spanish cat your subordinate?”
Menea, who held a grudge against the Espana Imperial Kingdom, objected to Lyushenne’s bizarre proposal. This sentiment seemed to be shared by the rebels as a whole.
Meanwhile, Alicia, a noble of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, listened to this exchange with a grim expression. It was understandable that hearing disparagement about her home country would be difficult to bear. The other ‘Princess Harem’ party members silently listened to the conversation. They likely understood that interrupting would lead to trouble.
“Currently, our forces are very thin. Therefore, I have obtained permission from Elizabeth to recruit any useful soldiers from the stationed Espana troops. Since Saria has also become physically unable to leave Sophie’s side, I invited her.”
Lyushenne explained the internal affairs with a sigh of exasperation. This was news to me, but it was likely discussed when she and Eria formed their ‘Pact of Sisterhood.’
At that time, the ‘Pact of Sisterhood’ took place in the large bath on the second floor of the base mansion, and I, sensing danger, did not participate.
“…Lady Lyushenne, I wish to stay with Lady Sophie too.”
Viscountess Saria hesitated for a moment but chose a future with Sophie. This was likely a significant decision for her.
“Yes, that’s wonderful… However, we are also in the midst of an important mission. I will send you back to your parents for now, so please give serious thought to your future. Once the restoration of the new Yver Duchy is achieved, Sophie will surely send for you. Now, what about Nemea?”
Lyushenne, the true ace, was trying to bring the situation to a peaceful resolution, and as expected of a former princess.
“I wish to follow Lady Sophie, the direct descendant of the ducal house.”
Nemea’s conviction remained unchanged.
“Yes… that’s good. What we have discussed here is absolutely confidential. Please wait patiently, as ‘fortune favors the patient.’”
Lyushenne smiled and nodded at Nemea.
“What about the rest of you? What will you do from now on?”
Lyushenne then turned her gaze to the main members of the rebel faction and asked.
“We will follow the proposal of Her Highness Princess Lyushenne. By the way, will you be guiding us from now on?”
Cyrus answered on behalf of everyone, and they bowed their heads once more.
“We have matters to attend to in the related Western countries. And Sophie also has matters left to attend to. So, please wait for a while.”
Lyushenne did not explicitly state the purpose of the Second Expedition Trip, but since it involved the gods, she doubted they would believe her more than the restoration of the new Yver Duchy.
“Understood. However, may we accompany you part of the way?”
Nemea looked slightly doubtful at Lyushenne’s answer but requested, as her own wish, to accompany them until a certain point. From Nemea’s perspective, she likely didn’t want to leave Sophie and her new lover, Saria, alone together.
In this way, persuaded by Lyushenne, Liliana, and Sophie, the rebels transformed into a moderate organization and awaited the time when Sophie would ascend the throne as queen. After seeing this through, we boarded two carriages and departed from the rebel hideout.
Along the way, I dutifully served as the carriage driver. This was because, inside the passenger carriage, Sophie was literally surrounded by beauties, acting affectionately with them. The other party members who were in the carriage looked displeased.
“Lady Sophie, I don’t want to leave your side anymore.”
Nemea, the beautiful red-haired girl, clung to Sophie’s left arm.
“Lady Sophie, you like me more, right?”
Saria, the beautiful pale-blonde girl, hugged Sophie’s right arm, trying to fend off Nemea.
They likely had no idea that the parts of Sophie’s arms their elbows were clinging to were actually Mimic Slime, Kirika’s summoned beasts, Mimi No. 1, in disguise. The sensations felt by the summoned beast should have been fed back to its summoner, Kirika, but since she was in the other carriage, I couldn’t observe her reactions.
Incidentally, the parts below Sophie’s knees were disguised by Mimi No. 2, my summoned beast. However, due to Nemea and Saria’s close proximity to Sophie, it was only relaying the softness of their bodies. Still, in terms of stimulation, Kirika, who could enjoy the softness of breasts, might have had the upper hand, but she was probably just confused because she was normal.
As we passed through the forest area like this, the castle gate of the Former Capital City of Icebell came into view.
***
***6. The Grand Bargain of Persuasion ②***
At the gate of the Former Capital City of Icebell, Espana’s soldiers and knights were on high alert, and entry inspections were extremely strict. This was likely due to Viscountess Saria, the beloved daughter of the governor, being abducted by rebels.
However, letting Saria go here would not be a wise move.
Following our prearranged plan, I slowed down the carriage, and the carriage behind us took the lead. Freya was the driver, with Alicia seated beside her. Our carriage headed towards the gate reserved for nobles.
“Who are you suspicious individuals? This is the noble-exclusive gate of the Espana Imperial Kingdom! Commoners like adventurers should line up in the adjacent queue!”
Immediately, one of the gatekeepers reprimanded our actions.
“My name is Alicia Mia von Rendol. I am a noble who has received the title of Viscountess from the Espana Imperial Kingdom.”
The knights guarding the gate looked suspicious, but upon noticing the brilliantly shining Viscountess’s insignia on Alicia’s chest, they all saluted.
“M-My apologies, Your Excellency Viscountess Rendol. Please proceed.”
The gate was immediately opened, and we passed through without any checks. Currently, the highest-ranking noble residing in the Former Capital City of Icebell was Ivanoff Sariute Von Macrame, the governor and Saria’s father. He was a Viscount of the same rank as Alicia.
Given that a noble of the same rank as Viscount Macrame had visited, this treatment was understandable.
“One of the adventurers, and n-now a Spanish Viscountess!?”
Nemea, the ringleader of the rebels, clutched her head.
“I-I… haven’t even greeted Her Excellency Viscountess Rendol…”
Viscountess Saria also murmured with a pale face.
“Nemea, Saria… Don’t worry, Alicia is one of our allies. Besides, our Master Hal has also been conferred the title of First-Class Quasi-Noble by the Espana Imperial Kingdom, and there are others—”
Further information from Sophie caused Nemea and Saria to hold their heads together and groan in unison.
After safely passing through the city gate, we killed time by eating and surveying the current state of the Former Capital City of Icebell. Then, we headed towards the temporary lodging mansion when we judged the governor, Viscount Macrame, had finished his duties. Incidentally, this mansion was originally the residence of Chancellor Patus of the Yver Duchy.
As we approached the mansion in question, numerous guards and knights were patrolling.
“Halt that suspicious carriage immediately. If you do not comply with our orders, we will consider it hostile action and detain you.”
A haughty knight emerging from the front stopped us.
“We are not suspicious people. We are an adventurer party called ‘Princess Harem.’”
I explained while remaining seated on the driver’s seat.
“‘Princess Harem’ is a ridiculous name, but what business do mere adventurers have here!?”
The knight’s hand clutched the hilt of the sword at his waist, wary. The soldiers accompanying the knight pointed their spearheads at us menacingly.
“We rescued a young lady who identified herself as Viscountess Saria Kiryute Von Macrame during our travels. Therefore, we wish to hand her over directly to Viscount Macrame.”
I stated the pre-arranged speech.
“Mere common adventurers like you will not meet the Viscount directly. Hand over Lady Saria and leave immediately. Of course, if that girl is confirmed to be the real Viscountess, you should receive some reward—”
A tug-of-war began between me and the knight. It would have been easier for Alicia to announce herself here, but I was determined for it to be my turn this time. Incidentally, I intended to keep the title of First-Class Quasi-Noble sealed and not use it. Such trump cards were meant to be used at crucial moments. If I used them all the time, the risk of being undermined would increase.
As I was contemplating how to get past this situation, the girl sitting next to me on the driver’s seat stood up. She then stylishly removed her hood-covered robe, which she had worn deep to cover her face, and with a dramatic flourish, took off her Valkyrie mask. During this time, the knight facing me seemed unable to comprehend the meaning of her actions.
“I am, without a doubt, Saria Kiryute Von Macrame. Take us to my father immediately! This is an order as a Viscount’s daughter.”
I was enjoying this scene as an intellectual game, wondering how to break through without using my trump card… Saria, having become good friends with us during lunch and the sightseeing earlier, had borrowed a spare hooded robe and Valkyrie mask and was disguised as a member of the ‘Princess Harem’ party. I had allowed Saria to sit in the best seat on the condition that she would not interfere during negotiations… but she couldn’t bear it any longer.
Perhaps she wanted to make a stylish introduction like Liliana, Lyushenne, and Alicia earlier.
“M-My apologies, Lady Saria. Please return to the mansion immediately and show your father your healthy face.”
The knight seemed to recognize Saria’s face and bowed deeply.
This time, Saria’s status being revealed allowed us to break through the checkpoint. Naturally, no knight would dare to voice an objection to a carriage with a Viscount’s daughter lounging on the driver’s seat, and we entered through the main gate of the former Chancellor’s mansion, traversing the vast garden, and rode the carriage right up to the mansion’s entrance.
“Lady Saria! I am overjoyed at your safe return, old man.”
At the entrance, likely due to prior notice, maids and butlers had hurriedly gathered and lined up to welcome us. An old man, who appeared to be the head butler, bowed deeply and greeted us.
“Welcome back, Lady Saria!”
Following the old man, the maids and butlers also greeted her.
Saria walked through them in high spirits, but the Party Members of “Princess Harem” also walked with confidence. Among that group was Nemea, the leader of the rebels (terrorists).
We were guided to the reception room where Viscount Maclean was waiting.
“F-Father, Saria has returned safely.”
“S-Saria, thank goodness you’re unharmed…”
At times like this, women seem to be more composed. Viscountess Saria greeted him according to etiquette, but Viscount Maclean stood up from his chair and rushed to hug his beloved daughter.
“Adventurers, I am happy that you have worked hard to rescue my beloved daughter. I will pay you handsomely, so please accept it on your way out.”
Viscount Maclean, seated in the seat of honor at the head of the long table in the reception room, sat Saria next to him and faced us.
“We did not rescue the Viscount’s daughter for reward.”
“W-What do you mean by that?”
At my words, Viscount Maclean’s indulgent, greasy face as a doting father changed to the stern expression of an efficient official.
“We are posing as adventurers, but we are carrying out a secret mission from Princess Elizabeth. Could you please leave us?”
I played one of my strongest trump cards here.
“D-Do you have… any proof…?”
The prestige of Princess Elizabeth, “Beth-chan,” was immense, and Viscount Maclean’s voice trembled with surprise.
“This is the proof!”
“Th-This is!? It is undeniably an imperial decree from Princess Elizabeth!”
Swan Hilda responded to Viscount Maclean’s remark, standing up and taking a rolled-up parchment from her bosom. Of course, the wax seal bore the crest of the Espana Imperial Family. In fact, as this development was possible, we had asked Swan Hilda during the day to have “Beth-chan” create an imperial decree. Naturally, the content of the imperial decree was as “Beth-chan” had spoken of previously, and there was not a single doubt that it was an imperial decree personally written by Princess Elizabeth.
“Your Excellency, is this sufficient?”
Viscount Maclean had the butler and maids who were waiting by the wall withdraw. In truth, we had not intended to support Sophie this far. However, from our daytime inspection, we found Viscount Maclean to be an efficient official who had implemented good governance, and Sophie also wished for Viscount Maclean to be a candidate for prime minister. Since Lyushenne and Liliana agreed, we went to the trouble.
“I am Sophie Anne=Marie Yuma Yver, who plans to be named the first Queen of the New Yver Duchy on the day I come of age. Viscount Maclean, I would like you to vigorously wield your talents as prime minister… What do you say?”
Once again, Sophie removed her disguise and faced Viscount Maclean.
“Lady Sophie… you’re so cool!”
Viscountess Saria and Nemea, the leader of the rebels (terrorists), gazed at Sophie with fervent eyes.
“Lady Sophie, I would like some time to consider that matter.”
Viscount Maclean avoided an immediate answer given the rapid changes in the situation. His refusal to give a hasty reply was, as expected, impressive.
“I-I understand. However, your daughter, Lady Saria, has expressed her desire to stay with me.”
Sophie, with her regal bearing, brushed off Viscount Maclean’s attitude and spoke about the future of his beloved daughter, Saria.
“I-Is that so? Saria!?”
Viscount Maclean froze for a moment in surprise, but quickly recovered and asked his beloved daughter.
“Yes, Father. I have made up my mind to follow Lady Sophie. However, it seems you all are carrying out an important mission. For the time being, I will stay with Father.”
And so, we were treated as distinguished guests.
7. First Time with a Live Penis ①
A few days ago, we departed from the base mansion of “Princess Harem” on the outskirts of Granza, the imperial capital of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, and are now staying at a mansion in the former capital city of Icebell, within the Former Yver Duchy Territory. This mansion is where Viscount Maclean, the governor temporarily administering the Former Yver Duchy Territory, is staying as his temporary lodging. It was previously the residence of Prime Minister Patus of the Yver Duchy.
There have been many twists and turns to get here, but for now, we have been assigned a superior guest room as distinguished guests.
“First, we’ve arrived in the Former Yver Duchy Territory, but there have been many troubles on the journey so far… Starting tomorrow, as planned, with Sophie’s guidance, we’ll visit the skilled alchemist. As for Sophie’s future, I can only worry, but I’m sure Lyushenne and Liliana will help…”
As I lay on the bed, my thoughts drifted to future plans, the future of the new Yver Duchy, and Sophie’s tactics. Gradually, sleepiness overcame me.
*Thump, thump, thump*
“Hal-sama, Hal-sama… may I come in?”
Just as I was starting to doze off, I heard a faint female voice along with a knock on the guest room door.
“Who is it at this hour?”
*Click, creak*
As I opened the door with sleepy eyes, Sophie stood there with Nemea. Recently, Sophie had adopted more feminine speech due to Liliana’s training, but when she was with her milk sister Nemea, she seemed to recall the old days and mixed in her “Princess Knight” rougher way of speaking.
“Sophie and Nemea-san…”
I had canceled my “night duty” for today because I was tired, but Sophie and Nemea were standing in the hallway wearing seductive negligees.
“Hal-sama, won’t you let us in? I have something to discuss regarding Nemea.”
“…Alright, you two, come in.”
“Thank you, Hal-sama.”
“Hal-dono, excuse me.”
As they had something to tell me, I invited the two into the guest room.
Then, I lit the magic tool lighting. The hallway only had minimal light, so I could only see vaguely, but with the guest room light on, their appearances were clearly visible.
Like the “Princess Harem” base mansion, this mansion also belonged to a high-ranking noble, so it was fully equipped with luxury magic tool lighting.
Sophie was wearing a light pink negligee, but her large breasts showed through the fabric. Her big breasts, which had grown overnight from small breasts with the help of a magic tool wig, were beautiful as they appeared through the thin cloth. This negligee must have been one of the items Liliana gave her to encourage her to act more feminine. Looking down, I could see she was wearing pure white panties. This coordination might have been Liliana’s doing.
“…Hal-sama, it’s embarrassing to be stared at like that.”
As I was admiring Sophie’s body, she blushed with shyness and turned away, covering her chest with both hands.
“W-What!? Lady Sophie, who hated men, is blushing?”
This time, I saw Nemea astonished by Sophie’s behavior. Her hair was a fiery red, but it was cut short like a man’s. This emphasized her slender neck and nape. Her small face was adorned with large, bright red irises that widened in surprise. Her nose and mouth were also small, giving her a cute, small animal-like appearance, but her impression was vastly different from when I first met her as the leader of the rebels (terrorists). Perhaps this was her natural face, and she had been forcing herself considerably back then.
Nemea’s negligee was light blue, and its design was a matching set with Sophie’s. It seemed this negligee was a spare for Sophie – it was loose on her. Especially the fabric around the chest was baggy. However, “what is implied is more beautiful than what is said.” Nemea’s breasts were just the right size, as Sophie had explained during her self-introduction.
“I also feel my cheeks getting hot.”
Noticing my gaze, Nemea also blushed.
“So, what was the matter?”
“Actually, Nemea has a bad sword wound on her back… and I would like you to heal it with your ‘Healing Magic,’ Master.”
Sophie stated the purpose of her visit and bowed deeply.
“Lady Sophie, just being alive is enough for me. This sword wound was inflicted when I escaped from Icebell Castle, and it is sustenance for my revenge—”
“Nemea… a girl must always be beautiful.”
“Lady Sophie… But this wound is too deep, and even the Saintess of the Asgard Holy Church who happened to pass by couldn’t fully heal it. There is a scar, but it doesn’t impede my daily life—”
“Nemea, try asking Hal-sama to look at it, even if it’s a long shot!”
“…Yes, Lady Sophie.”
Sophie and Nemea were arguing in front of me, but in the end, Nemea relented and decided to show me the scar on her back. There must have been intense fighting during the siege. From what I could see, Nemea seemed to have been made the leader of the rebels (terrorists) solely based on her lineage, and didn’t appear to have any martial arts training. She was probably wounded on the back while escaping.
“Nemea-san, please take off your negligee, lie face down on this bed, and let me see the affected area.”
I pointed to the bed where I had just been lying.
“I… I’m too embarrassed to expose my skin to a gentleman…”
The moment I told her to take off her negligee, Nemea’s face turned bright red. Even with the sheer negligee, there must be a significant difference between having fabric there and not.
“I’ll be looking at the wall by the edge of the room, so take it off in the meantime.”
I made sure to consider Nemea’s ease of undressing. This thoughtfulness was likely inherited from my past life as Lester the Cleric.
“Thank you for your consideration.”
As I declared, I moved to the wall, and Sophie came with me.
“Master, I have a request as well.”
Sophie whispered to me in a low voice.
“As you are healing the sword wound on her back, I would like you to restore her virginity as well.”
“Why?”
“As a fee for the treatment, please take Nemea. Nemea’s vagina has only known a dildo, so please let her experience a real penis.”
Sophie was making a request, but she seemed to have other intentions.
“What is your true intention?”
“It wouldn’t be fair to Nemea, as my milk sister, if she didn’t experience the same pain I did. Also, if Nemea doesn’t experience the pain of losing her virginity again by your large penis, it won’t be punishment for not discerning my true identity at first glance.”
“Y-You…”
The thought made my head ache. To use our sacred sexual encounter as punishment…
“With Hal-sama’s efforts, a young innocent girl may return from being a lesbian to being normal, you know?”
Sophie gave me a provocative look.
“…That’s true. Well then, as payment for the treatment, I will be Nemea’s first man.”
It was the moment our secret conversation was easily concluded.
“…A-Ah… I’m ready.”
When I turned around at Nemea’s voice, she was lying face down on the bed, with her upper body exposed, as I had instructed.
“This is a terrible sword wound… You’re lucky to have survived.”
On Nemea’s back was an ugly, raised scar running from her right shoulder blade halfway down her back.
“Let’s heal it right away!”
I cast “Healing Magic” on Nemea’s entire body.
“Aah, aah~!? M-My whole body feels enveloped in heavenly light… it feels so good and warm… I thought it was amazing when the Saintess helped me… but this is on a different level—”
As Nemea was enveloped in faint healing light, the scar on her back gradually disappeared. And although I couldn’t see it because she was wearing panties, her hymen, which had been broken with a double-ended dildo, should have regenerated.
Observing the healing state, Sophie nodded to me and left the guest room. Sophie probably refrained because she knew I disliked harem play. Nevertheless, I locked the guest room from the inside just in case. No third party could enter this room.
“Hal-dono, no, Hal-sama, thank you. The twitching in my body has stopped, and I feel completely healed.”
Nemea, checking the disappearance of the scar by reaching her hand behind her back, quickly put on her negligee and stood up.
“Nemea, you can’t go. Sophie said the treatment fee is to be paid with your body.”
As Nemea tried to leave, I told her the contents of the secret agreement with Sophie.
“Eh!? N-No way! Lady Sophie… she’s gone!!”
Upon hearing my words, Nemea looked for Sophie in astonishment, but she was nowhere to be seen.
“I healed you with my special ‘Healing Magic,’ so of course I expect a price.”
I cornered the pitiable Nemea. I was acting like some kind of unscrupulous moneylender, but it should help improve her sexual habits.
“M-My body belongs to Lady Sophie… I don’t want anyone else, especially some barbaric bastard, touching me!”
Nemea hugged her arms to cover her breasts and glared at me with a look of wariness.
“This is also Sophie’s instruction… If you really dislike it, I won’t force you, but wouldn’t that be shaming Sophie’s face?”
I found amusement in this wordplay with the perplexed Nemea.”
“W-Well, alright. Since it is Lady Sophie’s will… please embrace me. However, as you may have heard, I am not a virgin.”
Nemea didn’t seem to realize that her hymen had been regenerated with the recent healing. This has become an interesting situation in itself. I inwardly chuckled. A part of my mind, my past life as Lester the Cleric, was screaming, “Stop being so wicked!” but I felt I deserved some perks like this.
“Then, let me say it again, Hal-sama… Please, embrace me.”
Nemea said in a flat, unenthusiastic tone that she wanted me to embrace her. I could have demanded she say it again because it lacked sincerity, but I decided not to torment her too much and proceeded.
“Nemea’s body tonight is mine! That’s right, Nemea!!”
“…Yes, Master.”
Swallowing hard, Nemea, who had inadvertently called me “Master,” was boyishly cute. I decided to treat her with an unusually high-handed attitude. I had investigated her past using “Regression Hypnosis” from the time I helped Sophie. Naturally, this included knowledge of our “playing house” which developed into “playing doctor,” and then our mutual hymen loss with a double-ended dildo. I knew that Nemea would accept even very rough treatment.
8. First Time with a Live Penis ② △
“First, please lower my pajama pants and underwear.”
First, as preparation for service, I decided to let her confront my penis.
“Why do I have to do something so indecent?!”
Nemea protested with teary eyes at my command. She’s surprisingly cute.
“Can’t you listen to my orders?!”
Based on Sophie’s remarks, I commanded her with a more assertive stance.
“…Yes, I understand.”
Nemea drooped her head and hesitantly approached me, timidly lowering my pajama pants.
“Wh-What is this bulging in your crotch!?”
Seeing my underwear, Nemea was speechless, her legs faltering at the sight of my erect penis. Her attitude, which evoked protectiveness, had already caused my son to become erect.
“Hurry and take them off, I’m going to explode!”
In reality, I had some time before ejaculation, but I hurried Nemea. Then, Nemea proceeded to lower my pants with an attitude as if she were touching filth.
*Vwoosh*
When Nemea lowered her panties to her thighs, my erect penis emerged. Moreover, being erect, it pointed skyward. At this moment, Nemea froze.
“Th-This is a real male organ… it’s so thick… and curved… My small vagina won’t be able to fit this!”
Nemea’s face turned completely pale, and her legs gave out, causing her to fall on her backside.
*Thump, thud*
I stepped in front of Nemea and thrust my pelvis, butting the tip of my penis against Nemea’s cheek. While it might seem comical from the outside, it was a tragedy for the person involved, Nemea. The raw sensation of my penis against her cheek made her teary-eyed.
“Hii! H-Help meeee!!”
Nemea, with her buttocks making contact with the floor, let out a pathetic scream.
“Nemea, serve my penis! It’s the same way you use a dildo. Hurry and take it in your mouth.”
Here, I ordered her to serve my penis. I brought my penis before Nemea’s eyes and moved my pelvis, simulating the motion – *blurble blurble*.
“It’s too thick to fit in my mouth. And it’s… shaking…”
Nemea shook her head left and right, saying “No, no, no,” with tears in her eyes, but she had no right to refuse. Then, under my persistent and coercive urging, Nemea tentatively licked the shaft – *lick, lick* – and then, as if making up her mind, opened her mouth as wide as she could and took it in – *chomp*.
“…Ngh… *gulp*… ngh…”
Having broken through her hesitation, Nemea began sucking and stroking my penis in her mouth – *slurp, slurp*. As she took my penis into her mouth, Nemea’s cute face contorted. Furthermore, Nemea stimulated my penis by moving her head back and forth. Was this movement a result of practicing with a dildo? Gradually, I became aroused and prepared to ejaculate.
“…I’m releasing…!!”
*Squirt!*
I ejaculated into Nemea’s mouth due to her fellatio. The sight of some of the white milky fluid (semen) dripping from the corners of Nemea’s mouth was undeniably erotic. And when I pulled out my penis, Nemea choked.
“…Gulp… *cough cough*… What is this!? Something bitter and smelly in my mouth.”
Nemea seemed to have swallowed semen for the first time, complaining about its taste and smell.
“Don’t throw away my precious seed fluid (semen), swallow it!”
I ordered her to swallow it to discipline her with service.
“Ugh… ugh…”
*Gulp, gulp*
And so, Nemea struggled to swallow the sticky semen down her throat.
“Good, good, Nemea, you’re a good girl.”
I praised Nemea, who had performed fellatio, by patting her head. And at that moment, I noticed that Nemea’s cheeks had become as smooth as white porcelain. It seemed my “Healing Magic” also had beautifying and skin-improving effects, as the freckles had also disappeared cleanly.
Tonight’s lodging is a mansion built in the former capital city of Icebell, in the Former Yver Duchy Territory. This mansion was requisitioned as accommodation for Viscount Maclean, who was appointed governor.
As a distinguished guest in this mansion, I was sleeping in a superior guest room when, following Sophie’s request, I healed the sword wound etched on the back of her milk sister, Nemea. And as payment for the “Healing Magic,” I obtained the right to embrace Nemea. Furthermore, in addition to healing the sword wound, all her bodily abnormalities were healed based on a secret agreement with Sophie, transforming Nemea into the body of an innocent maiden, although she herself was unaware of it. With these prior preparations, the night duty, which was essentially equivalent to the “First Night Ritual,” began. First, as a starter, I showed her my penis and had her serve me with fellatio. Then, I made her swallow the ejaculated white milky fluid, causing her to choke violently. Nemea had only ever let her body be touched by Sophie, and since a live penis and semen were new experiences, her reaction was understandable.
As Nemea’s condition stabilized, I rinsed her mouth with “Washing Magic” and pushed her down.
“Now, let’s get serious about embracing you.”
“Please, Hal-sama… be gentle.”
In response to my declaration of sex, Nemea, her face bright red, pleaded for me to be gentle.
“Nemea, you’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Th-That’s true, but I… I have no experience being touched by a gentleman.”
Nemea’s plea, unaware that I knew the situation, was endearing.
“But I heard you had intense simulated sex with Sophie?”
I pressed Nemea further.
“S-Sophie! You’re so mean!”
Nemea’s voice, her face flushed bright red, echoed in the guest room as the night duty resumed.
“…Ugh!? …Ugh ugh… Aah… Aaaah…”
Suddenly, I pressed my lips against Nemea’s cute mouth and invaded it with my tongue, starting with a deep kiss. She must have had experience with this with Sophie, so Nemea did not panic and intertwined her tongue with mine.
I embraced Nemea tightly, ravaging her mouth. My lower body was already exposed, making me look foolish from the outside, but since I was pressed against Nemea, I felt no shame.
“….It! It hurts… It hurts! Please, be gentle—”
Having enjoyed the deep kiss, I grabbed her breasts through her negligee and roughly massaged them. Nemea cried out in pain. Nevertheless, I continued, and her screams began to mix with moans.
“….Haaan♡ ….It hurts…. Hiiiaaan…. Wh-why….”
Nemea’s face showed a complex mixture of pain and bliss. From my past life’s memories as Cardinal Lester, I knew that criminals tortured by inquisitors sometimes substituted pain with sexual excitement. Of course, I would never be this rough with Alicia or the other Party Members of the Princess Harem. However, Nemea had been treated this way by Sophie, so I judged that this much was necessary to make her feel something.
“I’m going to take off your negligee.”
“….Haaah…. Haaah…. Haaah….”
Breathing heavily, Nemea lay listlessly on the bed. I grabbed the hem of her light blue negligee and lifted it up. Nemea was wearing a negligee of a different color but the same style as Sophie’s, and she was wearing only pure white panties without a bra.
As I lifted the hem of the negligee, her slender legs were revealed. Next, her pure white panties, protecting her crotch area, appeared. They were an expensive item, adorned with a lot of lace fabric. Then her navel appeared. She seemed to have suffered as Sophie’s Milk Sister, as there was no excess fat.
Lifting it further, red, swollen breasts rested on a chest where her ribs were faintly visible. In other words, they had swollen from my previous caresses. Then, as a finishing touch, I removed the negligee from her neck and arms, leaving Nemea with only one item of clothing: pure white panties.
Well, since I had also removed Nemea’s pajama bottoms and pants to have her serve me, it was a case of “the pot calling the kettle black.” I removed my own pajama top and shirt, becoming completely naked. Then, I looked down at Nemea, who was panting on the bed.
As expected, Nemea had a small, animal-like cuteness. Her breasts, neither too large nor too small on her petite body, were worthy of being called beautiful and rose and fell with her ragged breaths.
“Well then, I shall have my taste of your breasts directly.”
I pressed down on Nemea again and sucked on her left breast— *chup!*
Nemea was currently 15 years old, having just reached adulthood. Nevertheless, her breasts were reasonably mature and very soft, without any core. Of course, since she wasn’t pregnant, no breast milk came out even when I sucked and licked her nipples— *chup, chup, lero, lero*. However, as I sucked, I felt as if something sweet was being produced.
*Momi, momi, monyu, monyu.*
Her breasts, with a skin texture that seemed to cling to my palms, were proof of a young maiden, and I never tired of sucking or kneading them. If there was one complaint about these breasts, it was that they were too small for a good breast-rub.
“….Haaah♡ ….Hiiyah♡…. My breasts….”
Under my intense caresses, Nemea unconsciously spread her legs wider and wider. It
