“—…Wh-where is this!? Right… this is Astarotte’s dream…”
I found myself awake in a sun-drenched forest. I had feared Astarotte’s dream, as the succubus princess of lesser demons, would be a blood-soaked wasteland, but frankly, it was surprisingly pleasant. However, I couldn’t afford to let my guard down.
“But what is this outfit!? It’s like something a prince would wear…”
Next, I checked my own condition. I should have been asleep, naked, embracing a naked Astarotte on a bed. I had expected to be naked myself at worst. To my surprise, that fear was unfounded. I was dressed in an excessively — flashy, gaudy — formal attire, seemingly playing the role of a prince from the Raymond Empire. A ridiculously ornate sword, inlaid with gold, silver, and jewels, hung at my waist.
As I closed my eyes and pondered, my current role came to mind. Apparently, I was a prince from the Raymond Empire who had proposed to Princess Astarotte, a beautiful princess of a certain kingdom. And the beautiful Princess Astarotte had been kidnapped by villains. This was the problem. The organization the villains belonged to was called the “Princess Harem,” apparently formed by female bandits jealous of Princess Astarotte’s beauty. I had never mentioned the name “Princess Harem” in the divination parlor, nor had Swan Hilda, who accompanied me. The fact that such a specific name appeared meant my thoughts were transparent to Astarotte. With this development, my only options were to either subdue Astarotte and make her my summoned beast, or to destroy her.
Suddenly, a small path appeared through the forest. I was sure it wasn’t there before, but in the world of dreams, anything was possible. I decided to follow it.
“What a serene country road.”
Birds chirped, and the gentle murmuring of a stream could be faintly heard. The surroundings weren’t dark and oppressive, but lush and green. Still, for a dream experienced by a demon, it was remarkably wholesome. According to Holy Spirit Serena’s explanation, succubi were monsters that entered the dreams of their prey to drain their vital energy…
“I see a cute little house up ahead. Is that a teahouse?”
It seemed something was about to happen.
“Excuse me, handsome passerby. Why don’t you take a break at our teahouse?”
The one who called out to me was, or rather, had a plump, pot-bellied figure — a fake Elise. Just as I expected, and as foreseen, a party member of the “Princess Harem” had appeared. So, this cute little house was a teahouse by the roadside. And the teahouse vendor’s role was to be a fake Elise… In a way, it suited her so perfectly, I had to suppress a laugh. She ate unsold goods, so her stomach protruded more than the real Elise’s. And the travelers who appeared to be customers were also party members. Identifying their faces, I saw three individuals: a fake Alicia, a fake Mai, and a fake Swan Hilda.
This was problematic… Even if they were characters within a dream, I couldn’t bring myself to slash at girls I knew with a sword. What should I do…?
“I’ll give you a special service, so come on~”
This fake Elise also had large breasts, and she wrapped her right arm around me to lead me into the teahouse. The fake Elise, working as a teahouse vendor, wore a provocative uniform with a plunging neckline. As she hugged me, my right arm was nestled between her cleavage, and I could feel an indescribable softness. The gentle sensation against my arm was as good as, if not better than, the real Elise’s. I was then led to a bench placed in front of the teahouse.
“What would you like to order? Chu♡”
The fake Elise, leaning over me, asked what I wanted while breathing hot air onto me. To top it off, she kissed my cheek. It was a wonderfully alluring and scandalous situation, but the real Elise wasn’t nearly this seductive. While not seductive, this fake Elise might not be so bad.
“Oh my, what a handsome man. Won’t you turn to me?”
This time, the fake Alicia hugged me from the opposite side. The real Alicia was serious and would never engage in such public displays of affection. The fake Alicia’s breasts were smaller than the fake Elise’s, but she shamelessly unbuttoned her dress, exposing her chest, and hugged me tightly. The soft sensation of her bare breast was transmitted directly to my left arm.
“…Onii-san…”
Now, the fake Mai climbed onto my lap. She rubbed her cute back against me. The sweet scent of the fake Mai tickled my nostrils, making me dizzy. The fake Mai wore a miniskirt and seemed to be not wearing underwear. As she wiggled her cute butt, my groin reacted. I wished she would get off before my groin became too unruly, but I couldn’t escape her cute butt.
“I’m also curious about you, Onii-san.”
Finally, the fake Swan Hilda hugged me from behind. The fake Swan Hilda’s breasts were about the same size as the fake Elise’s, and she also opened them, resting her bare breasts on my shoulder. Her large breasts shook, stimulating my groin. As I was held by four beautiful girls in a state of bliss, I remembered this wasn’t real.
“It seems you’ve fallen into our trap, kskk. Die here!”
After a period of erotic time, as the four of them began to grope me and try to undress me, the fake Elise revealed her true nature.
“N-no, stop it!”
With the power of my prince-like aura, I shook off the four who were holding me tightly and took a defensive stance in front of the teahouse.
“As expected of a man, you have some strength. We’ll all kill you!”
The fake Alicia, looking at me with cold eyes, glared. The four of them – the fake Elise, fake Alicia, fake Mai, and fake Swan Hilda – who had surrounded me, had transformed into terrifying monsters with mouths split from ear to ear. Their soft breasts had become solid lumps of muscle. No, this was likely their true form. Their fingertips had grown into long claws, aiming for my throat.
“So, you’ve revealed your true selves. I’ll turn you into rust for this sword!”
I retorted, playing along with the situation.
“Kyeaaah, dieeee!”
One of the monsters rushed at me. Raising its arm, it swung its claws, which had become sharp blades, at me. As a test, I drew the ornate sword at my waist and met the incoming claws. *Clang!* The monster’s claws and the blade of my sword collided, deflecting each other. The contact echoed with a sound like metal striking metal. Moreover, though I was merely a back-row combatant in the real world, here, I faced them as a capable swordsman. Was this perhaps protagonist privilege? If so, then certain things became clear. The monsters obstructing my actions were likely symbols of the trials within this dream. Ultimately, in the innermost sanctum of this dream, was Princess Astarotte waiting for my help…?
As I pondered, the monsters positioned in front and behind me attacked simultaneously. They intended to defeat me with a pincer attack. Quickly assessing the situation, the monster attacking from behind was a beat ahead of the one in front. I held the ornate sword in a reverse grip and thrust the tip into the chest of the monster rushing from behind. *Gyaaaah!* It seemed to have hit a vital spot. The monster from behind let out a death cry and then dissipated. I had thought it would be troublesome if a corpse remained, but since it was a dream, the design was considerate.
The next moment, as I dodged the claws of the monster rushing from the front, I moved to my right, only to find another monster waiting. That monster also took an attacking stance, aiming its long claws at me. Furthermore, the monster from the front pursued, and the monster on my left also charged in. Attacking me from three sides as an amateur swordsman was utterly cowardly. As I thought this, the monster that retained a faint resemblance to fake Elise sneered with a lecherous smile.
Then, what happened? Feeling as if I were being mocked by Elise, I became enraged and swung the ornate sword I now gripped with abandon, slicing off the arm of the monster on my left. *Gyaaaah!* The monster, with its arm severed, shielded the injured limb and adopted a defensive posture. Without hesitation, I attempted a stab. It was an attack made from an awkward position, and I thought I only wounded it, but this monster also cried out and then dissipated. Honestly, in this world, I was too strong. This newfound strength, which I could easily get accustomed to, was addictive.
The remaining monsters were the one resembling fake Elise in front of me and the one on my right. However, this latter monster had circled behind me as its allies dwindled. Thus, I was once again caught in a pincer attack from front and back. *Grrr, grrr.* I was panting from the previous battles. Breathing heavily, I faced the monsters positioned in front and behind me. The monsters seemed to be waiting for me to make a mistake, growling. The monster in front, unable to bear the suffocating tension, charged.
This capricious movement reminded me of the real Elise. With a chuckle, I advanced and pierced the monster’s chest with the tip of my ornate sword. *Gyaaaah!* It seemed the reach of my sword’s tip was slightly longer than the monster’s claw attack. As I thought this, the last remaining monster attacked from behind. I passed through the dissipating monsters and created some distance to regroup. The final monster charged at me recklessly, but I, now calm, cut it down diagonally. *Gyaaaah!*
Thus, I eliminated the four monsters I first encountered in this dream world. More monsters, disguised as the remaining party members, attacked afterwards, but I managed to overcome them all and reached Astarotte. The fake Lyusienne and fake Liliana appeared disguised as streetwalkers, their beauty making them stand out remarkably. The fake Sophie, who had temporarily withdrawn, had returned to her flat-chested form, but instead used her enlarged clitoris, disguised as a pseudo-penis, to target my anus, which I promptly severed with a single cut. As for other unusual appearances, the fake Shera was escorted by the fake Shera-nee-san and fake Shera-elder-sister.
“H-help me… someone… please…”
A giant boulder appeared before my eyes. On the boulder, bound by shackles on its limbs and chains attached to them, was Princess Astarotte, spread-eagled, crying for help. Princess Astarotte seemed to be bound as a sacrifice. Her attire was a simple tunic resembling a slave garment, and her exposed left breast was being pecked by vultures, leaving it in a pathetic state. Was this a manifestation of “breast squeezing” done by the sex spirit “ero-oyajin” in the real world…? My objective was to subdue Princess Astarotte, the succubus princess, as my summoned beast, so I needed to rescue this Princess Astarotte and then make her fall in love with me.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 36-6 Some Day My Prince Will Come② is scheduled for August 30th at 0:00.
