From Sophie’s perspective.
However, Sophie herself is being pulled along by her body, feminizing?
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“Last night, when I took Nemea to Hal-sama’s chambers, it was purely to have him heal the sword wound on her back. Though she hid it, Nemea was clearly in pain—something I, as her milk sister, noticed immediately.”
At that time, I was genuinely concerned for Nemea’s well-being.
But then, it struck me.
When I myself was saved by Hal-sama and faced my first night duty with him, the pain of his formidable penis tearing through my innocent, restored virgin body and piercing my hymen was excruciating.
Yet, Hal-sama’s member was nothing like a dildo.
My first loss of virginity had been self-inflicted with a double-headed dildo, thrust into my vaginal opening. At the time, perhaps because I was excited at the thought of breaking Nemea’s hymen, I didn’t recall it hurting much.
On the other hand, during the so-called “First Night Ritual,” when Hal-sama’s penis invaded me, I cried out like an innocent little girl—only to find myself moaning before I knew it.
My pride was… shattered.
But in the end, I realized I was still just a little girl.
I decided Nemea, as my milk sister, absolutely had to experience this pain too.
So, I made a secret pact with Hal-sama and returned to my own bedroom.
Well, even with my limited experience, I’d noticed that the women who had been with Hal-sama seemed to have their fortunes turn for the better. That was part of my reasoning.
Above all, Nemea is my precious lover (ami), and I was overjoyed she was alive…
—
“W-Who’s there?!”
*Rustle.*
I had entrusted my precious Nemea to Hal-sama and was about to rest my exhausted body when I noticed the blanket on my assigned bed was unnaturally bulging.
When I called out, the blanket—*rustle*—moved.
There was definitely someone inside.
*Whoosh!*
“Eeek?!”
I yanked the blanket off forcefully, revealing Sariya lying there.
“Why… why is Sariya sleeping here?!”
“I-I… want you to love me, Sophie-sama. You said I can’t accompany you when you leave tomorrow…”
“As I explained during dinner, that’s not possible.”
“Then, please leave your mark on my body. I can’t sleep—my skin burns where you’ve touched me.”
When I first met Sariya, she had been stubborn and unyielding.
Using my signature tactics, I coaxed her into revealing her name and more, but it seems the stimulation was too much for her.
I took in Sariya’s form lying on the bed.
Her delicate golden hair was tied up in a cute pink ribbon, likely done while bathing.
Naturally, she was wearing sleepwear—not the provocative negligee I had on, but childlike pajamas.
The pajamas were peach-colored, with a button-up top.
The bottoms were unflattering pants, but given they were for children, it couldn’t be helped.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to play with your body?”
“I-I… don’t want to lose to Nemea-san!”
Sariya, though young, was already a woman in her own right.
Well then, I’ll caress her without reservation.
But since I can’t take her virginity under her parents’ roof, I’ll satisfy her with just my techniques.
“Sariya, have you ever kissed a lover?”
“N-No… My strict father raised me to be proper. At my age, I should at least have a fiancé…”
“Then, I’ll take your first kiss.”
As I leaned in, Sariya—the sheltered girl she was—closed her mystical violet eyes and quietly awaited the moment.
Even so, I could almost hear the pounding of her heart.
*Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.*
In the silent bedroom, only Sariya’s heartbeat seemed to echo.
At this distance, I couldn’t actually hear it, but her flushed face and heaving chest made it easy to imagine.
*Mwah.*
I placed a light, fleeting first kiss on Sariya’s adorable, seashell-like lips.
Her closed eyes fluttered, and her body—*jolt*—shivered.
There she was—my favorite kind of innocent maiden.
But tonight, I wouldn’t rush.
I’d leave my marks on Sariya’s body, but gently, softly.
Truly opening her up would wait until after my coronation as queen.
Sariya was like a “set meal” for me.
Tonight, I’d just take a little “taste.”
“Sophie… Elder Sister… My chest feels tight…”
“It’s okay, Sariya. I’ll satisfy you.”
I stroked her head to reassure her, then traced my fingers from her ear, down her jaw, and teased the soft lips I’d just kissed.
Sariya pouted slightly, asking for another kiss, while my other hand touched her chest over her pajamas.
At 13, Sariya had only just begun her secondary sexual characteristics.
She likely hadn’t even had her menarche yet—truly in the “fairy time” of maidenhood.
Her peach pajamas, made of thick, soft fabric, barely hinted at the budding swell of her breasts.
And as expected, her heart raced wildly.
Any more stimulation would be unnecessary for now.
I placed both palms over her chest, savoring the faint swell of her breasts.
Surely, they’d grow plump in time.
But there was charm in teasing these barely-there buds.
“Let me see your breasts.”
“Elder Sister… I’m embarrassed. I don’t mind being bare in front of my maids, but…”
Her violet eyes had opened at some point, gazing at me with heat.
“That’s… because you like me, Sariya.”
I lightly traced my palms, gauging the shape of her breasts.
“…Elder Sister’s hands are touching my chest… What is this feeling…?”
After another light kiss, I began undoing her pajama buttons one by one.
After the second button, I slowly parted the fabric.
“Elder Sister… I’m shy…”
Sariya wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Her childish chest was exposed—no cleavage to speak of, but her cute areolae and nipples came into view.
Her nipples were tiny, hardly different from a boy’s at her age.
Yet her breasts were undeniably budding, soft to the touch—a beautiful girl’s tenderness.
“Sariya, your breasts are adorable.”
*Mwah.*
“Eep?!”
When I kissed her right nipple, a ticklish squeak escaped her.
Her innocent reactions thrilled me.
*Slurp, suck.*
“Elder Sister, it tickles! Eeek!”
This time, I nibbled the upper curve of her left breast before gently sucking.
A kiss mark bloomed on her pale skin—my first love token to her.
“…Ahh… It’s hot… H-Hyaaahn♡ …My chest feels so hot…”
*Mwah. Slurp, lick, lick.*
Like a dam breaking, I began lavishing her breasts with attention.
Her snow-white, delicate skin was soon marked with traces of my love.
Sariya’s “blue body” flushed crimson, breathtakingly beautiful.
Though young, she couldn’t resist her femininity. Soft, childlike moans spilled from her lips.
Before I knew it, I’d removed her pajama top, leaving her upper body bare.
Kiss marks adorned her everywhere—strategically placed where clothes would hide them, a testament to my experience.
“…Haah… Haah… Haah…”
My fervent caresses left Sariya panting heavily.
“Sariya, now show me your most precious place.”
“…Eh?! N-Noooooo!!”
As I tugged her pajama pants down, Sariya shrieked—but there was no stopping now.
In one motion, I stripped her pants off, leaving only her panties.
The sight of this beautiful girl in just panties excited me.
I might even be wet myself.
My swollen breasts strained against my negligee, nipples erect from friction.
My body—once that of a trained “Princess Knight”—had undeniably become that of a delicate woman.
Large breasts made my shoulders ache and obscured my view downward.
How Ly, equally busty, wielded her rapier so skillfully was beyond me.
I could no longer swing a knight’s sword in this body…
While Sariya’s upper body bore countless kiss marks, her lower half remained untouched.
Her thick, childlike panties hid her crotch, but when I brushed the fabric aside, her hairless, youthful genitalia was exposed.
“E-Elder Sister, that’s… where I pee. It’s dirty! Please don’t look!!”
As I examined her, Sariya covered her face in shame—a reaction that only aroused me further.
“…Nooo! Don’t spread my legs!!”
When I parted her thighs for a better view, Sariya screamed, heightening my excitement.
*Mwah. Lick, lick, slurp, mwah.*
Holding her legs open, I pushed her panties aside and kissed along her labial slit, licking upward with my tongue.
“…Eek?! W-What…? Elder Sister is licking… down there… Ah… Aahn♡ …S-Strange sounds are coming out… Aahhn…”
“Sariya, you don’t have to hold back.”
“Elder Sister, please! Don’t lick such a dirty place!!”
Her hands clutched my head, trying to escape the pleasure—but her flustered resistance only turned me on more.
*Mwah. Slurp, slurp.*
“…Aahhn… Aahn♡ …I-I’m… cumming!!”
Finally, Sariya reached her first orgasm.
For noblewomen, girls her age were often married off for political alliances, losing their virginity.
I hadn’t broken her hymen—only given her pleasure.
Something told me Sariya and I would be together for a long time.
I’d take my time training her properly.
With Nemea, I’d rushed to take her virginity, but between girls, there were countless ways to love without breaking the maidenhead.
—
“That’s everything that happened last night.”
I reported the events to Hal-sama, my master, holding nothing back.
“Well, for you, Sophie, not taking her virginity is progress.”
Hal-sama sighed deeply, exasperated.
Meanwhile, recounting last night’s clumsy lovemaking made my chest tighten and my body grow wet.
Somehow, I’d grown accustomed to being loved by Hal-sama.
My fondness for beautiful girls remained, but so had a desire not to lose to other Party Members.
Meeting Hal-sama had made me a true woman.
Lately, though, I’ve felt sluggish and feverish.
Am I just tired?
I’ve also had nightmares of my limbs moving on their own.
Would being held by Hal-sama ease these worries?
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Thank you for reading.
Episode 31-3: “Beneath the Hanging Tree, a Choice of Life” is scheduled for release on March 29 at 00:00.
