1. A Profitable Situation, Yet a Bed of Thorns
I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, couldn’t stop sweating profusely.
How did things turn out this way? It was supposed to be only Elise and Ly who didn’t want to go to the city of Karamiya, due to certain circumstances. To be more precise, Liliana and Tirna also seemed reluctant.
To explain the current situation: Elise was latched onto my right arm, and Ly onto my left. My right arm was sandwiched between Elise’s ample breasts, while my left was caught in the even deeper valleys of Ly’s explosive cleavage. In any other circumstance, this would have been a heavenly harem scenario, a true desire of any man.
However, I myself prefer a quiet romance with a single beautiful girl over a harem play with multiple beautiful girls. Especially the party members of “Princess Harem,” who transform into “predatory women” when they gather, making them dangerous. My thoughts seem to have strayed for a moment.
Both Elise’s voluptuous breasts and Ly’s explosive ones were incredibly soft, yet firm and warm, offering a superb tactile sensation even through their clothes. I could clearly feel the rapid beating of their hearts and their breaths. In the first place, the raw touch of beautiful girls should be pleasant. Furthermore, perhaps due to tension, both of their breasts were clammy and uncomfortably intimate.
And this is where it sounds like I have flowers on both hands…
“Pokkolyse… You’ve let your unhealthy fat swell your abdomen even more, haven’t you? After shamefully allowing our homeland, the Kingdom of Portland, to fall, you, the Crown Prince, lived so carefree as an adventurer…”
“Elder Sister Freiza, I’ve had my share of hardships too.”
“Silence! What hardship is there in that ‘potbelly’ of yours?”
“My hardships have nothing to do with the size of my belly! Besides, this is because I’m storing magic for a certain reason.”
“You seem to have become quite formidable in the time we haven’t met. You made excuses that the waist nipper I gave you broke, but if you intended to flatten your stomach, you should have bought a new one. Yet, in reality, it just keeps expanding unchecked. It’s a ‘potbelly’ that makes me want to kill you. As your sister, I’m embarrassed, and I want to shave off that ‘usurping fat daughter’s’ unhealthy fat with my ice magic…”
“Hiiieee…! P-please spare me, Elder Sister Freiza.”
*Poke, poke*
“Hyan! E-Elena!! Don’t poke my stomach~~!!”
“‘Pokkolyse Auntie’s’ stomach sinks so much when you poke it. Has it evolved or rather, degenerated further than before? Should I call her ‘Bokkolyse Auntie’ instead?”
“What are you saying to the great Elise, Elder Sister! You don’t even know your parents’ faces—”
“Bokkolyse, your daughter’s statement is valid. If you have any complaints, say them directly to me.”
“……I have none.”
Across from Elise sat her sister, Vicomtesse Freeza Loloa von Yagutska, scolding her for her self-indulgent ‘potbelly,’ while Elise’s potbelly was being poked by her niece, Viscountess Elena Rondo Roon Yagoutska. Normally, Elise, as the sub-leader of “Princess Harem,” does as she pleases, but she seemed weak against her sister and niece.
Perhaps Freya and Shera were inwardly gloating at Elise’s newly exposed weakness. At least they would surely tease her. On the other hand, they might be envious that she had surviving close relatives.
“Knowing that Lady Lyuschenne is alive, I have waited for you with bated breath for a thousand days an’ a thousand nights… yet you would bypass the city of Karamiya… Kuku kuku.”
Perhaps overcome with emotion mid-sentence, Marquis Bottox, the Former Viscount, began to weep manly tears. From this alone, one might think of a disloyal lord and a loyal retainer…
“Old man, you should have just retired comfortably since you’re getting on in years. It’s like they say, ‘wicked weeds grow tall,’ or perhaps ‘an old man’s futile effort’…, and I see through your fake tears.”
Lyuschenne, unfazed, dismissed his tears as fake. For a moment, Marquis Bottox looked sheepish, but then he began to explain with a serious expression. This old man seemed quite cunning. Furthermore, from what Liliana had told me, he boasted that by rubbing a woman’s backside, he could discern her health condition and individual identity. What a bizarre figure there was in the social circles of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom. I could understand very well why Lyuschenne was trying to avoid him.
“Recently, I handed over my marquis title to my son and was enjoying a comfortable retirement… but due to the invasion of the despicable Espana beasts, my son was unfortunately killed in action, and I went into hiding, judging the situation as the renowned strategist Fukuryu-sensei of the Eastern Nations. I was planning my comeback.”
“I thought you were secretly plotting to support Prince Daba Dabatta von Dark Horse of the Duke’s family…”
“I cannot entrust the glorious throne of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom to such a vulgar person. Of course, there are many other opportunistic commoners gathering around… but to me, they just seem like stepping stones to ruin.”
“Indeed, Daba is a good-for-nothing, but he’s the only surviving bloodline of the Wahl Imperial Family officially recognized. Besides, they say a lighter palanquin is easier to carry. However, once I stand up, I’m confident I can scatter all those followers.”
“Indeed, that might be a part of the truth. At the very least, if Daba ascends the throne, the Wahl Imperial Kingdom will be completely finished. Your Highness, please quickly show your robust presence to your subjects… I humbly request.”
“I completely agree with your opinion, old man… However, I also have my own plans and schedules. I felt the need to meet you, old man, but…”
Lyuschenne’s words were strangely hesitant.
“Then why are you trying to avoid me?”
“I have expectations for your political prowess, old man… but when we meet, you’ll just rub my backside.”
“That’s a ‘minor issue before a major event,’ a trivial problem. Besides, they also say, ‘Hide the head and not the tail.’ By touching Your Highness’s noble backside, I can confirm it’s you.”
“I don’t want my backside to be rubbed!”
“Nonsense, you’ll get used to it. Become a great figure worthy of having your subordinates rub your backside. Besides, by rubbing your backside, it will become a large backside suitable for childbirth.”
“I absolutely refuse! I will never forget this humiliation, including being rubbed in the Wahl social circles!”
Across from Lyuschenne sat Marquis Bottox, the Former Viscount, in a situation of heartfelt sorrow, weeping. No, this was not a parting with his lord, but a reunion, so perhaps it was just a chaotic scene. And it was understandable that the other attendees were fleeing from the chaotic carriage. Although I also wanted to decline, Elise and Lyuschenne, conspiring together, dragged me in when I was being escorted into the carriage.
Incidentally, Liliana, who knew Marquis Bottox, managed to escape. And she silenced the loyal Tirna, who was trying to help Lyuschenne, to prevent her from speaking unnecessary words. Although Liliana usually had a gentle demeanor as a noble princess, her handling of Marquis Bottox was swift.
Liliana must have also received the “backside rubbing” initiation in the Wahl social circles. Although the Yangas Kingdom is an ally of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, it seems they even extended their poisonous fangs to princesses of other countries… Marquis Bottox is truly formidable!
Currently, our group, “Princess Harem,” is following Marquis Bottox’s carriage towards the city of Karamiya. To be more precise, since our original mansion has been confiscated by the Espana Imperial Army, we are heading to a nondescript manor on the outskirts. Initially, our plan was to bypass the city of Karamiya and head to the Imperial Capital Ashurai via Mistyra Village.
Due to the absence of myself, Elise, and Lyuschenne, Zvi, judging that the easily observable canopy seat was no longer necessary, quickly dismantled it and gathered the materials. At that time, he was also put to work, along with Ein, not to mention Dry and Fear in their Mimic Slime forms.
Although Ein had a head start in human transformation, choosing a flashy offensive mage type seemed to be backfiring. Although Zvi was originally a Mimic Slime, he was fortunate to choose a production-class role that wasn’t present in the “Princess Harem” party members, while he doted on Ein’s sister.
I was escaping reality again, but to avoid any repercussions, I silently offered my arms to Elise and Lyuschenne. Mentally, I felt like a mere ornament.
“By the way, Pokkolyse, who is this boy shamefully clinging to you? You have no royal decorum or common sense.”
“Lady Lyuschenne, I’ve been concerned about this plain-looking boy next to me. Despite being the imperial body that will bear the throne, allowing a boy of unknown origin to attend you is a rash action.”
“He is Master Hal!”
“He is Master Hal!”
Although I had been quiet inside the carriage, my presence was naturally visible… Vicomtesse Yagutska and Marquis Bottox asked Elise and Lyuschenne about me almost simultaneously. In response, Elise and Lyuschenne, despite being caught off guard without any prior coordination, perfectly harmonized.
“My name is Hal Harem Von Raymond. I am the young master of the Raymond Trading Company, which deals in slave trading, and the Party Leader of the adventurer party ‘Princess Harem.’ Furthermore, due to a certain merit, I have been conferred the rank of First-Class Quasi-Noble by the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Please be in my care.”
I hurriedly introduced myself, overlapping Elise and Lyuschenne’s introductions. However, in my haste, I seemed to have been too honest, as the faces of Vicomtesse Yagutska and Marquis Bottox instantly turned grim. The information that I had been ennobled by the enemy, the Espana Imperial Kingdom, was problematic at this juncture, but it was impossible to retract what had already been said. This is what is called a verbal gaffe. Conversely, it meant I was that nervous.
It seems I too was swept up in the bizarre atmosphere of the situation.
“Are you a Spanish spy? If so, you’ve seduced my foolish sister!? Confess honestly, and I’ll gently sever your head with my blade of ice.”
In response to my introduction, Vicomtesse Yagutska pierced me with a sharp gaze, as if looking at her sworn enemy. And the temperature in the carriage suddenly dropped!? Is this not a bad situation!?
“Anyone who touches Lady Lyuschenne’s imperial body must be executed. Furthermore, if you are a pawn of Espana, I will show no mercy.”
Marquis Bottox, without hiding his threatening aura, also reached for the hilt of the sword at his waist. Is this… are they going to execute me for disrespect? The chaotic carriage was turning into an even greater catastrophe. Simultaneously, I felt the imminent danger to my life.
“Elder Sister Freiza, don’t be cruel to Hal, who is my savior!”
“Old man, no need for execution. Master Hal is my savior.”
In an instant, the carriage, filled with a murderous atmosphere, saw Elise and Lyuschenne protect me. Impulsively, the two of them threw themselves forward and hugged me. Their actions left Vicomtesse Yagutska and Marquis Bottox stunned.
2. Swan Hilda in Danger!?
A tense standoff continued in the carriage for a while.
Elise and Lyuschenne, clinging to me protectively, and Vicomtesse Yagutska and Marquis Bottox, trying to eliminate me, were engaged in a tug-of-war, with Elena, Elise’s niece, left outside the fray.
Changing the subject
“Pokkolyse, explain the circumstances in detail.”
“Lady Lyuschenne, please explain it in a way I can understand as well.”
Ultimately, Vicomtesse Yagutska and Marquis Bottox relented. For now, my life seemed to be safe. I believe the influence of Elise and Lyuschenne, who were clinging to me, played a part, but I was sweating profusely with cold sweat or greasy sweat on my back due to extreme tension.
And it was Elise who first opened her mouth to explain.
“I met Master Hal—”
She explained that following the fall of the Portland Royal Castle, while fleeing from the Southern Nations to the Western Nations, she was instantly killed by a certain formidable assassin who plunged a sword into her heart. Until then, she had diligently worn the waist nipper given to her by Vicomtesse Yagutska, but it became blood-stained and unusable. Then, she recounted how I, passing by, revived her and she became my comrade.
“Pokkolyse, don’t lie. You’re saying this ordinary-looking boy uses ‘Healing Magic’! On top of that, to say ‘Resurrection Magic’! That’s too much!”
“Elder Sister Freiza, Master Hal is a rare mage who has mastered healing-type magic.”
“Are you still lying! It seems Pokkolyse needs to be punished.”
“Then… I’ll show you proof. Master Hal, please wound my arm so you can heal it with ‘Healing Magic’.”
“I don’t like Elise getting hurt for the sake of an explanation… but it can’t be helped if it’s to prove my identity.”
[Wind Cutter]
Elise, having obtained my consent, created a tiny gust of wind and slashed her left arm. No, it seemed she intended to cut just a thin layer of skin, but she overdid it with momentum, and blood dripped down—*drip, drip*—forming a pool of dark red on the floorboards.
“Gyaaaa~. I-I cut too deepttttt!”
There was nothing else to do but heal the wound with ‘Healing Magic’ and erase the spilled blood with ‘Washing Magic.’ Vicomtesse Yagutska and Marquis Bottox were frozen from shock at my skillful actions. Meanwhile, Elena, the Viscount’s daughter, who seemed to be full of curiosity, untied a decorative cord from her dress and looped it around Elise’s neck. Then, she began to exert force on the cord.
“Elena, what are you trying to do?”
“I… want to see ‘Resurrection Magic’ too, so Pokkolyse Auntie, please be my test subject.”
And the fearless Elena tried to strangle Elise, but Elise, stronger, removed the decorative cord from her neck.
“Dying is… very painful. Would you like Elena to be the test subject?”
“Hieeeeee~. The-the corpse is angry!?”
“I am not dead! It seems Elena needs educational guidance. Shall I behead her with offensive magic?”
“Pokkolyse Auntie has gone mad! Mother, help meeeeee~”
Faced with Elise’s glare, Elena retreated to her mother, Vicomtesse Yagutska’s, lap.
“Are you trying to lay hands on my beloved daughter, ‘Usurping Fat Daughter’? Also, Lord Raymond seems to be an excellent healing mage. With this much magic, ‘Resurrection Magic’ might also be possible…”
Although the carriage had been in an uproar for a while, they seemed to have finally believed me thanks to my skillful display of ‘Healing Magic.’ This means Vicomtesse Yagutska is also an excellent mage.
“Lord Raymond, you are proficient not only in rare ‘Healing Magic’ but also in the legendary ‘Resurrection Magic’ that only a handful of high-ranking individuals among Saintesses can wield… It’s no wonder my foolish sister is so infatuated.”
“Elder Sister Freiza, you understand now. Besides, my union with Master Hal is also approved by the gods. I intend to ascend the throne as the Queen of the New Kingdom of Portland…”
“Pokkolyse, don’t get carried away with your boasting. Besides, to ascend the throne, you need proof of being the legitimate successor of the Portland Royal Family.”
“Proof of legitimate succession!? I was the third princess of the Portland Royal Family and the Crown Prince who established the succession, so there should be no problem.”
“Then, Pokkolyse, do you possess the magic staff, the secret treasure of the Portland Royal Family, that grandmother had? Without it, you cannot be formally crowned.”
“Eh, is that so, Elder Sister Freiza! That magic staff went missing during the castle’s fall. Perhaps it burned down!?”
“Then… in the Royal Mausoleum Labyrinth of our founder King and ancient hero, Encherry Portra, located beneath the Portland Castle, you must receive a new magic staff. Although it is said to be a great trial… it’s impossible for a ‘Usurping Fat Daughter’ like you.”
“We, ‘Princess Harem,’ went to the territory of my homeland, the Old Kingdom of Portland, during our First Expedition Trip.”
“And what of it, Pokkolyse?”
“And we explored the underground mausoleum of the Portland Castle Ruins, and I poured my magic into the fading barrier to strengthen it. As a result, the Earth Mother Goddess Dentemetina descended, and I came to be called the ‘Sealed Shrine Princess.’ And I was bestowed two magic staffs that were buried in the catacombs. The Goddess said one was for me and the other for Master Hal. However, Master Hal does not use magic staffs, so my comrade Shera is using it.”
Then Elise took out the said magic staff, the ‘Mugihiragi Magic Staff,’ from her Item Box.
“Th-this! This is undoubtedly proof of legitimate succession of the Portland Royal Family. And to think you inherited the hidden title ‘Sealed Shrine Princess’… for someone like you, Pokkolyse!”
Vicomtesse Yagutska seemed genuinely surprised by the ‘Mugihiragi Magic Staff’ and the title ‘Sealed Shrine Princess.’
“Also, Elder Sister Freiza, regarding my physique, it’s unavoidable as I need to store magic within my body to maintain the seal.”
“My foolish sister is speaking the truth… Still, I thought that by defeating my foolish sister 1 and foolish sister 2, I could become the Queen of the New Kingdom of Portland…”
Vicomtesse Yagutska drooped her shoulders upon hearing Elise’s explanation.
“Foolish sister 2, you say… By the way, Elder Sister Freiza. Foolish sister 1, who you said was already defeated!?”
“Yes, Foolish sister 1 refers to our second daughter, Princess Ephemera Carmen Portland. You know her well too, Pokkolyse.”
“Didn’t Elder Sister Ephemera marry one of the Baron’s sons in the Espana Imperial Kingdom!?”
“Yes, my foolish sister 1, who married into the Gardes baronetcy of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, now calls herself Baroness Ephemera Carmen von Gardes, and I defeated her when she came to apprehend me.”
“Y-you killed her!?”
“I pierced her gut with an ice spear, creating a hole, but she’s still alive. She’s our captive, hovering between life and death on her bed. Also, a bed for foolish sister 2 was prepared right next to hers…”
“Master Hal, please. Help Elder Sister Ephemera.”
“There’s no reason to refuse Elise’s request.”
“Thank you, Master Hal.”
I recall being told that before Elise was born, Vicomtesse Yagutska was called the Heir Princess. It seems she intended to become the Queen of the restored New Kingdom of Portland. Then, Elise appeared and, she likely felt, stole the throne from her again. Still, it was remarkable that the second daughter, along with the eldest and third daughters, had survived… The women of the Portland Royal Family are formidable. For me, this is also an opportunity to showcase my ‘Healing Magic.’
Furthermore, Elise did not mention the Slave Contract Magic. Despite her personality, she’s a Crown Prince. It’s a case of “even a rotten carp is still a fish” or “even a swollen princess is still a princess.” If the side effects of ‘Resurrection Magic’ or the fact that she’s a fallen slave were known, it would become troublesome.
Next, Lyuschenne began her explanation.
“As for me, I was taken to the Espana Imperial Kingdom and executed—”
She explained that she was captured by the Espana Imperial Army and executed, but her body was recovered by me, and she was revived by ‘Resurrection Magic.’ As expected, she couldn’t explain the ‘Princess Auction’ incident. At that time, she had been stripped naked on stage, but upon discovering her hated enemy, she attacked with hidden weapons concealed in her hair. However, she was subdued and hung as a spectacle.
“Wh-what! Lady Lyuschenne, you too have experienced death!! How pitiable…”
“Old man, you’re overreacting.”
“Looking at your noble face… indeed, you are not some impure ‘death doll’ or the like. By the way, what are Your Highness’s plans? Isn’t the most important thing to restore the Wahl Imperial Kingdom?”
“We are involved in the survival of the human world. It’s not just a problem of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom.”
“Isn’t Lady Lyuschenne also suffering from megalomania?”
“Elise has the important role of maintaining the barrier in the human world, and my existence is also equivalent to that. After all, I am one of the cornerstones.”
“Hmm… what are you talking about!?”
“The founder of my homeland, the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, was Saliand Wahl, one of the ancient heroes, known as the Sword Hero.”
“Indeed, that is correct.”
“Saliand Wahl, along with Elise’s ancestor Encherry Portra and the Shield Hero Azarii Desmon, constructed the barrier that blocks passage between the Demon Realm and the human world. I must visit Saliand Wahl’s mausoleum to check the condition of his remains, that is, the condition of the barrier, and obtain the proof of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom’s legitimate successor.”
“Old man, the location of Saliand Wahl’s mausoleum was kept secret as an imperial secret. Therefore, I don’t know either. However, when Your Highness ascends the throne, proof of legitimate succession is necessary.”
“Oh, it’s the same as Elise’s case.”
“Yes. You need the holy sword bestowed by Saliand Wahl. In Lady Lyuschenne’s case, I believe there was also a rapier for the empress…”
“This is good news. I can search for Saliand Wahl’s secret mausoleum, confirm the condition of his burial, which is the cornerstone of the barrier, and obtain the proof of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom’s legitimate successor.”
“Exactly. Daba is also searching in all directions, but he likely won’t reach it.”
“By the way, old man. I have a request.”
“What is it?”
“I would like you to take care of some of my companions. I would also appreciate it if you could educate them, as they will become my important subordinates.”
“Understood. I will surely meet Your Highness’s expectations.”
“Thank you, old man. To be specific…”
And so, the six individuals entrusted were the former vampire sisters Lara_Berze_Vampanella and the Wahl knights Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim and Nestella Yaggard. Also, Eliza Licana Ultbern, the former princess who is retiring from “Princess Harem.”
This should also resolve the carriage capacity issue.
Furthermore, when returning to the Espana Imperial Kingdom, it will be necessary to visit Professor Rulus Wolf, who is living in seclusion in the countryside of the Yver Duchy, and retrieve Sophie and Ilisha, who should now be ladies. However, there still seems to be room for more passengers.
“By the way, old man. …You know that Liliana is also a member of ‘Princess Harem,’ don’t you?”
Lyuschenne wore a dark smile, rivaling Elise’s. And she was instigating Marquis Bottox. Perhaps she was holding a grudge for being the only one whose backside was rubbed. Is this a case of “going down together in ruin”?
“Of course. Prince Liliana Emilia Yangas’s plump peach-like backside is also exquisite. And there were other unknown noble backsides, blooming like a garden.”
“I don’t recommend touching the backsides of party members other than Liliana.”
“Why is that? It’s my way of showing affection.”
“‘Princess Harem’ consists of princesses from the Western, Southern, Northern, and Eastern Nations. And among them is a Valkyrie, a lower-ranking deity. Even you, old man, won’t get away with touching a Valkyrie’s backside.”
“Wh-what! You can also rub a Valkyrie’s backside!? I… I… I no longer cherish this old life!”
Lyuschenne mentioned Swan Hilda’s membership to stop him from rubbing backsides other than Liliana’s, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. As for me, I couldn’t help but worry about the party members’ backsides. Looking next to me, Elise gave a wry smile. And Lyuschenne, realizing she had inadvertently ignited his interest instead of stopping him from rubbing backsides, looked to the heavens and sighed.
Come to think of it, a similar prank occurred when Sophie joined “Princess Harem.” Do I need to take some measures this time as well?
“Master, the soldiers of the Espana Imperial Army, led by a knighted young lady, have set up a checkpoint on the main road. What do you intend to do!? That young knight is probably a noble daughter of Espana!”
Just as we were pondering over the issue of backsides, the coachman called out to us. And looking out the window, I saw a beautiful girl, likely a noble daughter, with her blonde hair stylishly flowing in the wind astride a light bay horse, standing in the middle of the road.
3. The Military Clan Count’s Daughter’s Sword Hunt and a Time of Humiliation ①
While Lyuschenne and Marquis Bottox finalized the arrangement to entrust six party members, and we were enjoying a casual chat during the spare time, the coachman’s voice suddenly interrupted us. He reported that five soldiers of the Espana Imperial Army had set up a checkpoint on the main road leading to the city of Karamiya, and a beautiful knight was seen at the center.
This beautiful knight had long blonde hair tied in vertical rolls, fluttering in the wind, and a spirited, magnificent face. She skillfully rode a light bay horse, clad in a scarlet leather armor that emphasized her form, and wore a deep crimson cloak. However, her chest appeared small. Given her expensive equipment, it was presumed she was a noble daughter of high standing in the Espana Imperial Kingdom.
But why would this noble daughter be blocking the main road, a public thoroughfare!?
“That… is the daughter of Count Iglewaas, who is temporarily governing the city of Karamiya. I’ve heard she’s been confiscating swords.”
Marquis Bottox knew the identity and objective of the beautiful knight. Nevertheless, confiscating swords… It reminded me of the fate of the Eastern Nations princess who, deceived by a demon, hunted a thousand heads and weapons near the mountain pass to become an earth immortal. While recalling that, I wondered what reason this beautiful knight had for confiscating swords. Or was it merely a test of skill?
“Is that beautiful girl the Count’s daughter of the Espana Imperial Kingdom? Still, confiscating swords…”
“According to rumors, she’s having some sort of competition with her father, Count Iglewaas. The Count Iglewaas family is a lineage of brute-force military clans, so they’re likely doing this. What a bothersome affair.”
Marquis Bottox frowned and gave a wry smile. Was he preparing to force his way through the checkpoint if necessary? Or had he resolved to eliminate everyone? Or did he have some other scheme to get by?
“Confiscating swords… does that mean she intends to challenge us to a duel!?”
Upon hearing this, Lyuschenne’s lips curved slightly, her eyes filled with a combative spirit. Incidentally, Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim and Nestella Yaggard, who were flanking our carriage to protect their lord Lyuschenne, had been moved to the sides of the rear carriage at Lyuschenne’s instruction. This was likely to prevent an accidental skirmish.
“Shall I blow her away with my offensive magic? Using forbidden magic would also shrink my stomach, so it’d be killing two birds with one stone♪”
Elise chimed in, agreeing with Lyuschenne, or rather, becoming even more warlike. If Elise were to get serious, the count’s daughter’s body would easily be obliterated. Furthermore, she could instantly turn everyone into ashes.
“I’d love to see Pokkolyse’s pathetic magic. If there are any stragglers left, I’ll finish them off♪”
Vicomtesse Yagutska, seated across from Elise, had an even more menacing expression. As a Waiyar noble, she was naturally antagonistic towards Espana nobles, so her reaction was understandable. For this reason, I remained silent about Alicia. Incidentally, her daughter Elena was scared and clung to her mother. Seeing a reaction appropriate for her age, I felt a warmth rather than any concern about her “potbelly”…
“Chil’hood’s out, cravin’ Mommy’s *boobies*, eh~♪”
*Poke, poke*
As if returning the favor from earlier, Elise poked Elena’s cheeks.
While this was happening, the count’s daughter, astride her beloved horse, approached us alone. She hadn’t drawn her sword, so it seemed she didn’t intend to attack on sight…
“Elise, Lyuschenne, let’s disguise ourselves and observe the situation.”
” “Yes, Master Hal.” ”
The two of them put on masks modeled after a Valkyrie and donned hooded robes, their “Princess Harem” uniforms visible. Of course, I did the same.
“For now, the adventurer party ‘Princess Harem’ will handle the Count’s daughter. Marquis Bottox and Vicomtesse Yagutska, who are in direct opposition to the Espana Imperial Kingdom, please wait inside the carriage.”
“I understand about waiting, but… Your Highness, please don’t overdo it!”
“Yes, I understand.”
As we were about to leave the carriage we had stopped by the side of the main road, Marquis Bottox looked at us with a worried expression. On the other hand, Lyuschenne couldn’t hide her excitement. For Lyuschenne, a master of the rapier, this must be a fun event. In “Princess Harem,” Lyuschenne and Dietlinde were the twin pillars of rapier users.
“Pokkolyse, you must act in a manner befitting the honor of Portland. If you show any disgraceful behavior, I will be the one to finish you off, so keep that in mind.”
“There’s no way I’ll lose to that brute.”
On the other hand, Elise was being threatened by her older sister, Vicomtesse Yagutska. Even so, Elise seemed confident, her “potbelly” jutting out as if she were aboard a sinking ship or rather, a grand vessel. I had a strange feeling that Elise might be jinxed for defeat!? But that was probably just my imagination.
When I stepped out of the carriage, all of the party members who had disembarked from the following carriages were also disguised in the uniforms of “Princess Harem”.
Adelea was the coachman of the second carriage, with Swanilda sitting beside her. They were likely formulating a plan to rescue the demon girls from the Demon King’s castle. They had already rescued quite a few, starting with the four beloved daughters of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King, and one could wonder if there were any men left in the Demon King’s castle.
I had also been assisting in returning the demon girls to human form, and it had become a routine task.
The only one capable of such a feat was Swanilda, who was a Valkyrie and possessed a trump card called “Sky-Soaring.” She was engaged in rescue activities whenever she had spare time. Swanilda, who had transformed from human, or rather, demonkin, to a god, was actively helping her former companions. She was convinced this would be of assistance when she ascended the throne as queen in the restored Desmonia Kingdom by her cousin, Adelea.
Astarotte, Lara_Berze, Lili_Berze, and Lulu_Berze, a group of four beautiful former demons, were on the second carriage, along with Ain and Zwei, the Mimic Slime duo. Well, the two of them had almost completed their transformation into human form, so they likely would not revert to their Mimic Slime forms anymore. Eliza, who had announced her departure from “Princess Harem,” was also on this carriage. The last to disembark was Eria. As Eria often stayed with Adelea, this was a considerable outcome.
Freya was the coachman of the third carriage, with Shera riding beside her. They were probably devising a plan to discipline Elise.
From this carriage, Alicia, Mai, Kirika, Tirna, Dietlinde, Liliana, and Sharon disembarked. Holy Spirit Serena was perched on Dietlinde’s shoulder. They also seemed to be engaged in a secret discussion…
As I thought this, Holy Spirit Serena flew off Dietlinde’s shoulder. She then hovered in the air above us, drifting aimlessly. Perhaps she was imitating a stray fairy? I was curious about what Dietlinde had told her.
Speaking of which, the “Princess Harem” alone had a total of twenty-four members.
As this was happening, Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim and Nestella Yaggard, who had retreated to the vicinity of the third carriage, moved closer to Lyushenne and waited.
Furthermore, after Elise, Former Viscount Marquis Bottox, Vicomtesse Yagutska, and her daughter Elena, all disguised as “Princess Harem” members, also disembarked. It was likely that Elise had been threatened or persuaded into lending her spare parts.
After all, the party members sometimes increased suddenly, so the spare parts were kept in Elise’s item box. According to the initial agreement, they were supposed to wait quietly in the carriage, but it seemed they couldn’t hold back.
Vicomtesse Yagutska and Elena seemed to be monitoring Elise from behind her. On the other hand, Former Viscount Marquis Bottox appeared to be heading towards Liliana. It was likely to grope her buttocks. It truly was a headache. Looking at Liliana, she was fixated on the noblewoman on horseback and hadn’t noticed the old man approaching to grope her. I wanted to warn her, but the timing was too bad.
Whether she could escape this crisis or not was up to Liliana’s luck.
In the end, we numbered twenty-nine in total. Including the coachmen and Former Viscount Marquis Bottox’s subordinates, we exceeded thirty. Our opponents numbered six, making us more than five times their number.
Despite such a numerical advantage, the count’s daughter in question showed no signs of intimidation.
“You are surely nothing but lowly adventurers. I challenge you to a match. If you defeat me, I shall present you with ten gold coins. Conversely, if you lose to me, you shall leave your weapons and depart. Let any who are skilled in arms announce themselves.”
The count’s daughter approached us, but her way of speaking was like a man’s. Well, the quality of her voice was that of a maiden of marriageable age, so it felt quite out of place and the air of trying to appear older was palpable, which was rather endearing. Incidentally, the sword she wore at her hip was a rapier.
“Well now, Lyushenne. What do you make of her skills?”
Dietlinde approached us. Dietlinde, along with Lyushenne, was a master of the rapier. The two of them were assessing the count’s daughter’s combat abilities.
“Observing her core stability on horseback, I wouldn’t say she’s terrible, but her rapier skills don’t seem particularly impressive.”
“You see it that way too?”
According to their assessment, the count’s daughter’s swordsmanship was only mediocre.
“Our unlucky Liliana wouldn’t stand a chance, but Alicia, Tirna, and perhaps Eria would be able to have a close match.”
“That would be for the best. Alicia, Tirna, and Eria, prepare for the match.”
” ” ” Eehh!! ” ”
To have Alicia’s name mentioned here. Alicia and the others were still learning to handle rapiers as a pastime during the Second Expedition Trip, and Eria was only a beginner who participated in between her water magic training with Elise.
Incidentally, Lyushenne was primarily the one teaching them. Dietlinde’s swordplay was magnificent and fluid, as befitting a High Elf, but it was difficult for humans to learn. Nevertheless, she had taught them some basic elven swordsmanship.
“Lady Lyushenne, a match against a brainless girl knight is a heavy burden.”
“You do not need to worry excessively. Even if you lose, you will only lose an inexpensive rapier, and if you win, you will gain honor and ten gold coins. You should feel free to spar with me.”
“Y-yes, I understand.”
Alicia, who had been named, expressed her concern to Lyushenne with a worried expression. In response, Lyushenne advised her to spar in a relaxed manner. Alicia, having learned her swordsmanship after becoming involved with “Princess Harem,” was likely concerned. Tirna, Lyushenne’s loyal retainer, who was also a complete novice, and Eria, listened intently to their conversation and seemed relieved to know that there would be no issue whether they won or lost.
“Just in case something like this happens, I made lots for deciding the match order.”
Kirika approached, holding a straw in her right hand. Alicia and the others drew lots in order, and the sparring sequence was Eria, Tirna, and then Alicia.
Incidentally, Zwei also seemed to have made something similar, but it was not as good as Kirika’s, or perhaps she deferred out of consideration for her position. Next to Zwei stood Ain, smiling cheerfully, and Dry and Fear, whom he was holding in his arms, had helped dismantle the canopy. They had been trying to mimic breasts… but Ain had hit them and stopped their transformation. I worried about Dry and Fear’s future. Incidentally, they were trying to transform into large breast pads.
Meanwhile, the count’s daughter, having dismounted from her beloved horse, had completed her match preparations.
4. The “Warlord” Count’s Daughter’s Sword Collection and Time of Humiliation ② △
“It seems my opponent has been decided. Then, let us begin the match promptly.”
“I-I am Eria. Please, be gentle…”
*Clang, ding, ding, clang*
As soon as Eria finished greeting, the count’s daughter launched a fierce assault, and Eria was driven entirely onto the defensive. It seemed the count’s daughter was stronger than Lyushenne and Dietlinde had estimated. As Eria was gradually cornered, her rapier was knocked away, and the match came to an end.
Still, that count’s daughter didn’t introduce herself. Perhaps, judging us to be mere common adventurers, she decided not to identify herself. Well, it was more convenient for us that way…
“Ah… I lost.”
As Eria was dejected after losing the match, Elise, her magic teacher, approached and comforted her.
“Eria, your main profession is as a water mage, so there’s no need to lament losing.”
“Thank you, Master Elise.”
“T-to think that Poco-lise has disciples… How impudent!”
“But Mother, your disciple’s stomach isn’t swollen.”
“Indeed, that is true. I wonder if that disciple will be immune to the Poco-lise germ…”
“Poco-lise germ… how terrifying.”
Vicomtesse Yagutska and her daughter Elena were having rude conversations behind Elise, and even Elise looked annoyed. Still, Elise wouldn’t dare defy her older sisters. She must be quite afraid of them.
Without pause, the second match began. Incidentally, the rapier Eria used was collected by a fellow soldier from the Espana Imperial Kingdom.
“My opponent is a count’s daughter from Espana. In that case, I cannot afford to lose.”
Tirna seemed to be fired up. Thinking about it, Tirna was also a count’s daughter from the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, so she seemed to have a competitive spirit. With a fierce battle cry, Tirna charged forward.
“Eii, Yaaahhh!! I-I will win!!”
*Clang, ding ding ding, clang clang, Kii~~n*
Recently, Tirna had been speaking in the elegant tone of a noblewoman, but she had reverted to her initial “boku” speaking style. However, her physique had become much more feminine… And the sound of fierce swordplay echoed between her masculine and childlike speech patterns. Neither seemed to have a decisive blow, and they plunged into an evenly matched war of attrition.
In the end, perhaps due to the fatigue from consecutive battles, the count’s daughter’s movements slowed down, and Tirna’s thrust landed just short of a finishing blow, deciding the match. Tirna, who had gained ten gold coins, had a smile as if she had taken an enemy’s head.
“I won! Lady Lyushenne!!”
“Tirna, I am also proud of you ♪”
Tirna, having won the match, reported to Lyushenne with a proud expression.
“How could I lose… If Father finds out, he’ll scold me. I hate tough training…”
On the other hand, the count’s daughter, who had lost the match, was dejected. At that moment, one of her subordinate soldiers approached and whispered something in her ear. The count’s daughter then recovered and cast a sharp gaze at her next opponent, Alicia. I wondered what she had been told.
“Then, I, Alicia, will be your opponent.”
Alicia drew her rapier from its sheath and announced herself. She awaited the start of the match with a stance reminiscent of Lyushenne.
“You may be disguised as adventurers, but you are remnants of Wahl. That unique stance is used by those above the rank of high nobles in Wahl. Seize them, rebels!”
It seemed like the third match was about to begin, but at the count’s daughter’s command, five soldiers approached with their swords raised. In response, Lyushenne and Dietlinde placed their hands on the hilts of their swords and entered a state of readiness. A surprise encounter was inevitable.
*Kiiyiii~~n*
At that moment, Holy Spirit Serena, who had been waiting in the air, descended rapidly towards the count’s daughter like an arrow.
*thump*
“Wha!? Noooooo!! Moths~~!!!”
And then, a scream that sounded like tearing silk echoed. In other words, the “Old Man Attack” of the Sex Spirit (ero) old man was successful. The beautiful girl knight from before had transformed into a maiden of her age, blushing shyly.
As usual, nothing was covering the count’s daughter’s upper body. Looking at the ground, her crimson leather armor, a rich crimson mantle, and undergarments were scattered. It should be noted that beneath the leather armor, meant for small breasts, her large breasts, which had been forcefully stuffed in, were hidden. Their size was slightly smaller than Elise’s large breasts, but they were undoubtedly round and full.
“The one over there is happy, yo ♪”
Grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding, grinding
Swaying, swaying, swaying, jiggling, jiggling, jiggling
The Sex Spirit (ero) old man, as always, clung to her right breast and began to rub it with his entire body. The Espana Imperial Kingdom soldiers froze as if their fighting spirit had been drained by the sudden lewdness, and Alicia, as if suffering from a headache, pressed her forehead.
Despite being called brainy, the count’s daughter’s naked body was beautiful. Her firm and supple breasts shook violently. The Sex Spirit (ero) old man, stuck to her right breast, was rubbing it with a look of great joy.
“Oh, Oppai-chan! Found you!”
As I watched her with lukewarm eyes, something flew towards her with a boyish, high-pitched voice. It looked like a large moth, but it was a mischievous-looking boyish fairy (?). It then attached itself to the count’s daughter’s left breast and began to rub it, competing with the Sex Spirit (ero) old man.
Grinding grinding grinding grinding, grinding grinding grinding grinding grinding
Grinding grinding grinding grinding, grinding grinding grinding grinding grinding
“N-nooooo… Ahh! *Giggle* Don’t rub my breasts~~~!”
“Ah, aren’t you the Flame Spirit “Car” from that time? This is the other one’s prey. Shoo, shoo, yo.”
“THAAANK YOOOOUUU. OPPPAI CHANS ARE FOR EVERYONE! YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!!”
“I’ll punish you. 【Heavenly Punishment】 yo.”
“GO AWAY. SPANK YOUR BUTT!”
“Muuu!! Yo.”
And then, after rubbing the large breasts to his satisfaction, the mysterious boy fairy (?) attempted to escape, and Holy Spirit Serena pursued him, creating a bizarre scene. Incidentally, the count’s daughter, who had been subjected to the “Old Man Attack,” was in a state of shock.
Come to think of it, Holy Spirit Serena called him Flame Spirit Car. I was surprised that there were spirits in this world that looked like fairies besides Holy Spirit Serena. Perhaps they had simply materialized spontaneously?
Flame Spirit Car and Holy Spirit Serena were evenly matched in their flying abilities and aerial maneuverability, and the battle was undecided. They were fighting while performing aerial acrobatics. Holy Spirit Serena seemed intent on getting behind Flame Spirit Car and delivering 【Heavenly Punishment】 to his backside. Conversely, Flame Spirit Car had the leeway to tease Holy Spirit Serena.
At that moment, Flame Spirit Car, as he passed by the count’s daughter’s head, who was lost in thought with her large breasts red and swollen, lifted his beautifully curled golden hair into his flight path. And Holy Spirit Serena plunged into it, but, what—! Her hair came off! In other words, her long, beautiful golden hair was a wig. Incidentally, the count’s daughter’s own hair was a paler, platinum blonde than golden blonde.
Her straight platinum blonde hair was beautiful, but it barely reached her shoulders. It could be considered an unbelievable shortness of hair for a noblewoman. At that moment, a memory returned to my mind. It was about an unfortunate incident that occurred in Espana’s high society. Specifically, Princess Elizabeth, affectionately known as “Beth,” had been presented with the hair of a certain duke’s daughter to create a wig to cover her shaved head.
The victim, the duke’s daughter, then demanded the hair of a lower-ranking duke’s daughter for her own wig… Due to this chain of events, most of the noblewomen belonging to the Espana Imperial Kingdom ended up wearing wigs. Incidentally, Alicia was not a victim because she had not yet debuted in Espana’s high society.
Alicia, who knew the truth of the incident, cast a pained gaze. However, the count’s daughter’s upper body was still bare, exposing her red, swollen large breasts and her toned, cinched abdomen. Her attendant Espana Imperial Kingdom soldiers also seemed bewildered. They had likely never been in a position to adjust the attire of a half-naked noblewoman.
“Noblewomen must not be indecent.”
Lyushenne covered the count’s daughter’s upper body with the fallen crimson mantle. She was now crying with a face that looked as if she had just regained consciousness.
“Th-thank you. An unknown older sister?”
“May I ask your name?”
“My name is Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas.”
“How old are you?”
“I am 16 years old.”
Glenda, blushing, was like a love-struck maiden. Lyushenne was skillfully drawing out information from her. On the other hand, Glenda’s prior masculine demeanor had subsided. In fact… this way of speaking was her true self.
“I… have been disgraced in front of the public. It is already over… With such a state, even my longed-for free marriage will be difficult.”
Glenda, now speaking in a refined manner, seemed to have lost her pretense. She then drew the spare dagger from her waist and pressed it to her neck, attempting to commit suicide. Glenda, having made up her mind, closed her eyes with a tragic expression and… as she made the gesture of slitting her carotid artery with the blade—
*Pop*
“You must not die, Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas!!”
Lyushenne snatched the weapon from Glenda and slapped her right cheek.
“Uaaaaaahhh… ahh… ahh…”
Tears welled up in Glenda’s eyes, and she burst into tears.
“Lady Lyushenne, thank you for your efforts. I will handle the rest.”
“I’m counting on you, Alicia.”
“Yes, Lady Lyushenne.”
Finally, Alicia took responsibility for Glenda, who had broken down in tears. The party members formed a human circle around Glenda, presumably to neaten her disheveled clothing. When the human circle broke, she had returned to her dignified appearance from when we first met. Well, her eyes were red and swollen from crying…
“Countess Iglewaas’s daughter. I am Alicia Mia von Rendol, bestowed the title of Viscountess from the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Please to meet you from now on.”
Alicia began to formally introduce herself to Glenda, who had regained her composure. Of course, she took out and put on the badge that signified her status as a Viscountess of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, which she had kept in her hidden pocket. In the background, Former Viscount Marquis Bottox and Vicomtesse Yagutska, who knew Alicia’s true identity, looked at her with hatred, but Lyushenne intervened, stating that Alicia was a trusted comrade, and it was resolved without further incident.
“Viscountess Rendol, I apologize for my rude words earlier. I offer my life as an apology—”
“It’s alright, Countess Iglewaas’s daughter. Please call me Alicia.”
“Then… please call me Glenda.”
“Then Glenda, you had a misfortune earlier. I will let this unfortunate encounter pass. In return, when we stop by Calyun, please arrange for me to meet Count Iglewaas, who is currently serving as interim governor. So, please return home for today. And I will not do anything to harm you.”
“R-really!?”
“Yes, really. By the way, why were you disarming people as a woman? If you don’t mind, could you tell me?”
“It’s embarrassing, but my father is forcing me into a political marriage, and the other party is a greasy, middle-aged perverted noble, and I have to marry him as his second wife. To avoid this situation, I needed to prove my swordsmanship, and as proof, I had collected ten swords. I was only two short…”
“I see… Glenda, you had it tough too.”
“Yes… Lady Alicia.”
Soon after, Glenda returned to Calyun with five Espana Imperial Kingdom soldiers. However, this incident meant we now had a reason to head to the city of Calyun. Going to Former Viscount Marquis Bottox’s hideout on the outskirts, we would then have to go see the provisional governor, which was a heavy burden.
Some time later, when Glenda and the others had disappeared from sight.
“Noooo!! Don’t rub my buttocks~~~!”
Suddenly, Liliana screamed.
Grinding, grinding, squishing, squishing, muffling, muffling, grinding grinding grinding
“It has been a while… yo, Lady Liliana. As always – *plump* – your buttocks are wonderfully firm.”
“Noooo… ahh… No… Ahh… An! Don’t press my perineum~~!”
Squishing, squishing, squishing, squishing
“Lady Liliana’s Wahl blood is strong, so she has a wonderful feel when rubbed too.”
“Ahh, hic, hiik, Noooooo~~~!”
“Liliana is also prey for the old man. It makes me feel better that I wasn’t the only one being groped, but I feel a bit sorry for her.”
It was as expected, or rather, the culprit was His Excellency Former Viscount Marquis Bottox. And there was Lyushenne, watching the situation of Liliana’s buttocks being rubbed with a lukewarm gaze. Was this perhaps a form of retaliation from earlier? Nevertheless, he was indeed a man of his word, a truly perverted old man who groped buttocks. Incidentally, Tirna, who stood behind Lyushenne, wisely remained silent.
5. Is your destined partner “Ball-less Hal Raymond”!? ①
“Sister Lounamaria… You have become exceedingly beautiful lately. Although no official announcement has been made yet, it is said that you are pregnant. Not only that, but your exquisite singing voice has gained more charm, and your rare grace of ‘Healing Magic’ has also been polished.”
Come to think of it… during our recent journey, Sister Lounamaria unexpectedly encountered the “Diva of Serenity” whom she had been searching for. And it is said that because that person acts based on the oracles of the gods, she could not return to her homeland at that time. It seems her worries have been resolved, and she has become mentally stable.
And the greatest celebration was that she accepted the proposal of Cardinal Arthur Thornton, who had been hesitant for so long. Furthermore, she became pregnant immediately afterward.
I am Seira Hyperion, a Saintess belonging to the Asgard Holy Church, who has been bestowed the epithet “Saintess of the Dream Hall.” My role in the church is to receive the oracles of the gods through dreams.
Generally, it is said that saints and saintesses value purity.
In a way, this is true, and losing purity through sexual intercourse often means losing one’s grace as well. However, this is not true for everyone. Some, like Sister Lounamaria, ascend to greater heights by becoming mothers in the future. Such individuals are called “True Saints” and are recognized as Saints by the Asgard Holy Church.
The other day, LuciaLurei, the Goddess of Light, appeared in my dream and delivered an oracle concerning my master. It is said that the one who will become this master is LuciaLurei’s priestess and a “True Saintess.”
What does this term “True Saintess” mean? Perhaps it means being a “True Saint” and also a princess priestess of LuciaLurei, one of the highest-ranking goddesses? And according to LuciaLurei, after performing great deeds, the priestess princess will become the one who leads the saints and saintesses belonging to the Asgard Holy Church.
By welcoming the priestess princess, the position of the Asgard Holy Church will be solidified.
In addition, the oracle vaguely stated that although the master had not yet awakened as a priestess, my (our?) destiny might be at a turning point, encouraging me to continue my journey. And it contained a mysterious instruction to accompany Sister Lounamaria Lurd, known as the “Saintess of the Unending Spring,” as a senior saintess, and Mariabel Ishante Hasshatitia, a former Princess Knight belonging to the Holy Knights.
Following the goddess’s oracle, we departed from Imperial Capital Granza, the capital of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, where the main sanctuary of the Asgard Holy Church is located, and were attacked by a Treant that had disguised itself as a tree on the mountain road leading to the Former Yver Duchy Territory, a neighboring country.
At that time, I felt as if I were going to die. I resigned myself to death and resentfully thought of LuciaLurei, who had encouraged me to continue my journey. Especially the tragic state of Sister Lounamaria, who was captured first, sent shivers down my spine. Suspended upside down by tentacles, Sister Lounamaria’s sacred robe was brutally stripped off, and her essence was drained from every orifice, causing her to wither away before our eyes.
Then, Mariabel and I were also captured by tentacles and lost consciousness. Is this… is this the end?!
And then… I had a strangely vivid and lustful dream, not an oracle. It was a dream of intimacy between a man and a woman. In other words, sexual intercourse. And strangely enough, Mariabel also had a similar lustful dream.
For me, who belonged to the “Asgard Church” faction, which valued purity, it was a thunderbolt from the blue to have such a lewd dream. On the other hand, Sister Lounamaria, who belonged to the “Holy Church” faction, was encouraged to marry. Furthermore, it was a shocking dream for Mariabel, who was undoubtedly a virgin.
The next morning, Mariabel and I were awakened by Sister Lounamaria. Sister Lounamaria, who should have perished at the hands of the Treant, was miraculously unharmed, leaving us in a state of incomprehension. And Sister Lounamaria had a radiant expression, as if a burden had been lifted.
Moreover, strangely, Sister Lounamaria exuded a subtle, alluring feminine fragrance. It was faint and discreet, but it was a dramatic change. In other words, it seemed that Sister Lounamaria had reached a turning point in her life during this journey.
Then, concerning the adventurers who saved us, they were quite peculiar individuals. The party name “Princess Harem” seemed potentially disrespectful, and the party members wore masks resembling the faces of Valkyries. Those masks are originally used in sacred rituals, and it is said they are modeled after the visage of a Valkyrie, who is rumored to be a peerlessly beautiful woman.
And when we departed, for reasons I did not understand, I felt a sense of reluctance to leave.
Eventually, Sister Lounamaria informed us that the journey had concluded without incident, and we set off on our return journey with a sense of lingering unease. Upon arriving at the Holy Temple, Sister Lounamaria immediately confessed her intention to accept the proposal of Cardinal Arthur Thornton, to whom she had been betrothed. This was followed by a solemn wedding ceremony, where they intimately experienced virginity loss and she became pregnant.
Furthermore, I explained the oracle’s content and the journey’s events to my stepfather, Cardinal Carot Huberion, a prominent figure in the “Holy Church” faction, and reported the mention of my marriage by the goddess. Although my stepfather initially wrung his hands upon hearing my report, he graciously arranged for a faction change, and I was transferred from the “Holy Church” faction to the “Asgard Church” faction.
This was an almost unprecedented action, but my stepfather managed everything. Although my affiliated faction changed, my relationship with my stepfather remained good. This was likely because I was judged to be qualified as a “True Saint,” similar to Sister Lounamaria.
That night, LuciaLurei, the Goddess of Light, descended to me once more in my dream.
“Seira. You have worked hard on this journey.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“However, you have missed your fated encounter.”
“Ah, did I also have a fated encounter!”
“Of course. You were scheduled to meet Hal Harem Von Raymond on that journey. Incidentally, he was also the fated partner of Mariabel Ishante Hasshatitia…”
“I am unaware of a gentleman named Hal Harem Von Raymond.”
“What are you saying? I am referring to the young boy you disparaged as ‘Ball-less Hal Raymond’.”
“Eh!? Eeeeeeeh~~?!”
I was astonished as if the heavens and earth were about to flip over. My fated partner was that “Ball-less Hal Raymond”… And… Immorally, I would become sisters with holes with Mariabel.
“The current prophesied hero is Albert Sandia, who was discovered by Callyn, the God of Fire. However, we also unofficially treat Hal Harem Von Raymond as a hero. He has many beautiful maidens serving him, and you too will likely join their ranks.”
“N-no…”
Upon hearing from LuciaLurei who my fated partner was, I felt as if I were about to lose consciousness from the shock.
“What are you thinking? You have already been saved by him. If you had not met him—”
And then, I learned of my own true destiny.
Originally, I was fated to fall into slavery at the “Raymond Trading Company” and be bought by a wealthy man with a Lolita complex. I was fated to have my virginity lost immediately after being bought as a sex slave, and in the end, be broken physically and mentally and perish after being subjected to unspeakable perverted games.
However, the young boy Hal Raymond awakened due to my first undressing, and as a result, I was treated as a saintess. As for Mariabel, it was an act necessary to restore her homeland, the fallen Hasthatitia Kingdom.
I recall hearing that the Hasthatitia Kingdom, although part of the western nations, bordered the northern nations, which were demonkin territory, and thus fell early in the demon invasion. Mariabel is said to be the last survivor of the Hasthatitia royal family. Incidentally, I do not know the details of why Princess Mariabel came to be under the protection of the Asgard Holy Church.
Furthermore, the child I would bear would undoubtedly become a saint or saintess, rise through the ranks of the “Asgard Holy Church,” and serve the world. While this may seem wonderful at first glance, it meant having to be embraced by that “Ball-less Hal Raymond.”
And so, after LuciaLurei departed from my dream, I then had a dream of meeting “Ball-less Hal Raymond,” which I had perceived as a nightmare. But this nightmare was actually a good omen…
◇ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◇
In that dream, I
When I passed through the entrance of the Raymond Trading Company, Father started talking to the receptionist. In short, it seemed he was planning to sell me for money. Then, I was guided by the woman in charge of purchases, led down a hallway next to the reception counter, and taken to the purchase room.
Inside the room were only the three of us: myself, Father, and the woman in charge of purchases. First, an examination was conducted in front of the woman regarding my appearance, knowledge, conversational ability, and even my skills. I answered desperately, not understanding what was happening. The woman in charge of purchases was recording the information she heard onto documents. Those documents were probably assessment sheets for potential buyers.
“Sweetie, please step onto that platform over there.”
I couldn’t disobey the woman’s command, and as soon as I silently stepped onto the platform, a middle-aged man and a boy who seemed younger than me entered the room. However, the middle-aged man spoke with the woman in charge of purchases, and in the end, only the boy with a dull appearance remained in the room.
In other words, that boy was the timid “Ball-less Hal Raymond.”
I only learned that the boy was the Young Master of the Raymond Trading Company after I had fallen into slavery. At that time, I was just confused, not understanding what was going on. Still, I instinctively understood that something bad was about to happen to me and braced myself. But what could a mere 12-year-old girl do?
“Now then, young lady, please take off all your clothes.”
In that situation, the woman in charge of purchases gave me a scandalous order. Even though I was young, she was telling me, a lady, to undress in front of men. Of course, Father had never seen me naked. Furthermore, I couldn’t bear to be seen by a complete stranger. My pride surged, and I felt my face heat up with anger and shame.
I looked at Father’s face to protest the unreasonable order, but he merely told me to listen to the woman in charge of purchases with a cold attitude. Hoping for a sliver of salvation, I looked at the boy, but he averted his gaze.
In other words… there was no one in the room to help me; I was isolated and alone.
Incidentally, as for my attire at the time, I was wearing an elegant pale pink jacket paired with a light green flared skirt. From a distance, I probably looked like a blooming pink flower. The jacket was even embroidered with a complex vine pattern of small flowers. It was my favorite outfit.
My slightly curly, shining pale blonde hair flowed down my back, perhaps to make me look more mature. Usually, I would decorate it with hair ornaments or ribbons and style it in a half-up. While I was lost in thought, trying to escape reality, the woman in charge of purchases glared at me. If I delayed any longer, she might forcibly strip me of my clothes.
Then, in addition to the appraising, calculating gaze of the woman in charge of purchases, there was Father’s usual gentle gaze, which I adored as his beloved daughter, replaced by a sticky, lecherous gaze as if looking at a female, and the boy’s hesitant yet expectant, innocent gaze.
Although I was young, I was a lady, and therefore sensitive to the gaze of men. Blood rushed to my head, and my consciousness began to blur.
I wanted to escape the platform out of embarrassment, but of course, that was impossible. I was already a captive, a carp on a cutting board.
There was no one left to stop my descent into slavery.
6. Could my Destiny be with “Ball-less Hal Raymond”?! ② △
Suppressing my shame and the tears that threatened to spill, I slowly unbuttoned my jacket with trembling fingers. As the jacket opened, revealing a glimpse of my chest and underwear, the gazes of the three men converged on me. How mortifying it was.
Still, I continued to unbutton my clothes like a sheep being herded by a sheepdog. After taking off my jacket, I unbuckled the belt that held my flared skirt and unfastened the hook. I looked down at my jacket on the platform and felt a sob of regret well up inside me. Gritting my teeth, I began to lower my flared skirt.
My upper body was already exposed in my indecent underwear. As a lady, I should have fainted at the thought of men seeing me like this, but I knew I wouldn’t be allowed to in this situation. My face flushed crimson, and my consciousness grew hazy.
And then… my flared skirt also slid onto the platform, leaving me in my indecent underwear. Mother had always strictly told me not to show myself to anyone other than my future husband, whom I would marry. What was going to happen to me now!?
After that, I took off my pink leather shoes and white socks, leaving me half-naked.
As a young lady, I was accustomed to being attended to by maids and thought I was used to the gaze of women, but the intensity of the men’s gaze was overwhelming… I felt like crouching down and screaming, but I knew no one would come to help. A prince charming on a white horse only appeared in fairy tales. The harshness of reality sent shivers down my spine.
“F-Father…”
With my last hope hanging by a thread, I reached out to Father for help. Yet, Father, though showing a troubled expression, did not stop me. I was wearing only cotton drawers and a sophisticated, adult-designed silk camisole. Helpless, I wanted to cry. My body trembled despite the lack of cold, and my teeth chattered.
The adult-like camisole was expensive lingerie, but its thin straps led to a sheer fabric, revealing my nascent breasts. My cotton drawers were adorned with plenty of lace, hiding my crotch, but I was embarrassed just to have them seen. My crotch, visible through the camisole, and the line of my thighs seemed to be gathering the men’s attention, along with my chest.
I didn’t want to take off anything else.
But such selfish desires were not permitted. So, I raised my arms, crossed them, and gripped the shoulder straps of my camisole. At that moment, Father was looking at my defenseless armpits. I still didn’t have any underarm hair, but I felt a lecherous gaze. Come to think of it, Mother was very diligent about underarm care. She always shaved them clean. She must have been conscious of Father.
The heat on my face intensified, and I felt like I was about to lose consciousness.
With my arms spread apart, I pulled the shoulder straps down and slipped the camisole off my shoulders. As my bare skin was exposed, the thought that my life was ending grew stronger. This, then, was what it meant to fall into slavery. I thought this, but time did not stop.
If I took this off, I would be exposing almost all of my bare skin.
Tears welled in my eyes, but the undressing continued steadily. My body, befitting my 12 years of age, revealed a slender neck, collarbones that seemed about to break, and nascent breasts that could hardly be called breasts. Currently, my crossed arms were an obstruction, but I would soon be seen.
My chest, which was just beginning to swell, had a slight bulge around the nipple. The size of my areola was probably similar to that of a boy my age. But it was incredibly embarrassing to be stared at by a man.
The camisole slid onto the platform. All that covered my body was the cotton drawers. The tears I had been holding back streamed down my cheeks. Then, I hooked my fingertips onto the waistband of my drawers and began to pull them down.
The slight bulge of my lower abdomen was exposed, and my crotch was revealed. And then the slit of my vagina—
I wished I could die.
And finally, I was completely naked.
My exposed crotch was smooth, with no pubic hair. My vagina was just a single slit. But the gazes of Father and the boy were painful. They stared intently, and I wished I could disappear into a hole. Please don’t stare like that. My young vagina is not for exhibition… but if I fall into slavery, will customers see me? I couldn’t bear it.
“Thank you, young lady.”
At that moment, the woman in charge of purchases thanked me, but I felt no joy. I just wanted it to be over. That was all I could think of.
“Lord Bill, we will continue Seira’s assessment.”
“Understood. Proceed as you see fit.”
“We will assess all items and provide the highest possible purchase price.”
“Please do.”
As I thought this, I heard the words “continue the assessment”!? Was becoming naked not enough? Even now, I was being priced with lecherous gazes.
*Thump*
At that moment, the boy, whose face was flushed red, tilted and collapsed. Apparently, seeing my naked body was too stimulating for him. But fainting at the sight of my nakedness was incredibly rude and cowardly. That’s why I decided to call him “Ball-less Hal Raymond” later.
Embarrassed and not wanting to be seen, I hid my chest and crotch with my arms, but the woman in charge of purchases reprimanded me and instructed me to assume the slave’s waiting stance. This meant spreading my legs shoulder-width apart, placing my arms behind my back, and arching my chest – a scandalous pose. By the way, the collapsed, cowardly boy was laid down on the sofa.
He was murmuring and tossing and turning with a flushed face. What a rude boy.
“Although she is young, she is of high quality. We will proceed with the physical examination. First, the ‘virginity test.’ I don’t believe such a young girl has had sex, but it’s the rule, so please forgive me.”
Then, the woman who had risen from the sofa approached me. I, who was naked, had no escape. At that time, I didn’t know the meaning of “virginity test,” but I had a terrible premonition. Cold sweat dripped down, and it fell onto the platform.
“N-No. Don’t come…”
My eyes welled up with tears, but the woman in charge of purchases coldly bent down and touched my vagina. No one had ever touched me there before… This barbarity was simply unpleasant. Then, I realized her grip on my fingers was tightening. If she did that—
*Click*
Mother had strictly ordered me not to let anyone touch me except the man I would marry, but my outer labia were easily spread apart. Her impertinent fingers touched my most precious part and were pushed aside to the left and right. I had never experienced such a cruel treatment.
“N-Nooooooo~~~~ahi~~~~~~~!!!”
I screamed involuntarily. But she acted as if she didn’t hear my screams and continued to spread my vagina open. It was extremely unpleasant and painful. Her impertinent fingers were inside me! With excruciating pain, I understood one thing. My humble dream of becoming a “bride” had vanished with this act. More importantly, the parts that were spread open now ached.
“It hurts! It hurts!! Don’t spread it~~~!!!”
I wailed and cried, but the boy didn’t show any signs of waking up, and I couldn’t believe Father was looking at me with a lecherous gaze.
“Undoubtedly, the hymen was present. Finally, let’s stimulate the erogenous zones to confirm her cries. Even if she looks good, if she has a hoarse voice like a toad, it will be a turn-off, and if her sensitivity is low, it will be a deduction…”
“Stop it already! Don’t do such horrible things!!”
“You are becoming a slave, so bear with it. Being assessed at a high price… is your final act of filial piety.”
Then, she unceremoniously touched my chest, which was just beginning to swell. With her fingertips, she stroked the pink areola of my right breast. She stimulated my chest with circular motions, sometimes squeezing and crushing my nipples with her fingers, or pinching and pulling them. She did whatever she pleased.
“N-No! Don’t touch me!! No… no… Ah, nooooooo~~~~ahi~~~~~~~!!!”
As the woman in charge of purchases caressed my breasts, my nipples became erect, and I felt something beyond mere pain—a throbbing. My chest ached, you could say. This was the first time I had experienced such a perverse stimulation. I didn’t want to experience this. My hands, which had moved to my back, tried to resist, but the difference in strength was insurmountable, and I was manipulated at her will.
“It can’t be helped at your age, but… your cries lack allure. I wonder if I need to make you climax properly.”
I felt a slight relief now that the breast caressing was over, but the woman in charge of purchases said something unsettling. Then, she took out a brush from her breast pocket. She bent down again and looked at my crotch. I had the worst premonition.
“…Please… Forgive me…”
“I’m sorry. But to reach your father’s desired purchase price, I must confirm the quality. Please experience it to the fullest.”
*Swish, swish, swish, swish*
“Y-Yah! I can’t do this~~~~!!!”
The woman in charge of purchases began to stroke my outer labia with the tip of her brush. I had never experienced anything like it. And then, I felt a strange sensation.
“…No… no… Noo♡ …It’s not allowed~~~~~~…”
The tip of the brush lingered on the swollen parts of my outer labia and the slit. Then, it started to meticulously stroke the upper part of the slit. There was nothing there but folds of flesh…
“Can you feel it? This is the clitoral hood, where the most sensitive part of a woman’s body, the clitoris, is hidden. This purchase room is soundproofed, so feel free to climax.”
*Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle*
“Y-Stop~~~~… …Ah……an♡ …No, strange noises are coming out…”
*Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle*
“…Aah… an… ahann… Nooooooo~~~~ahi~~~~~~~!!!”
As she stroked the part called the clitoral hood, I started to feel something and made strange noises. The woman in charge of purchases’ technique was certainly precise, and she was stroking my sensitive spots. I felt like I was going crazy. Incredibly seductive sounds escaped my mouth. Was I feeling pleasure?
“Your cute little bean (clitoris) has emerged. But perhaps you are too young. Lubricant secretion hasn’t started yet. Well then, let me stimulate the surrounding areas again.”
As my clitoris was made to erect and I started to feel pleasure, she began to caress another area. What could I say… it was like “torturing a snake.” I just wanted it to end quickly.
The tip of the brush stroked the perineum between my labia and my anus, then the gluteal cleft, and then my navel, before she stroked my erect nipples with her fingertips. My legs lost strength, and I leaned forward, grabbing her shoulder.
*Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle*
“Aaaah, aaahhh, aan, anaan, anaan…”
“Seira, you have such a lovely voice. Your arousal sounds enticing to men.”
“Aaaah, aaahhh, Nooooo~~~~~~!!!”
*Gush, SPLASH*
Involuntarily, I climaxed, experiencing my first orgasm and losing control of my bladder, resulting in a splash. I collapsed, miserably sitting on my soiled clothes.
“Lord Bill, the purchase assessment is now complete.”
“And what is the result!?”
“We will purchase her for three platinum coins (equivalent to 3 million yen) as requested. If you take this assessment sheet to the reception, they will process the payment.”
“Seira… this is an emergency for our family. I am truly sorry, but live well.”
“…”~~~~~~
And so, Father left the purchase room. As I recovered from the relaxation brought on by the orgasm, my wet parts were wiped with a towel, and I was dressed in a slave garment and led away. I no longer had the energy to respond to Father’s parting words. I simply felt miserable. To add insult to injury, the slave garment was incredibly lewd.
To elaborate, the slave garment was made of thin fabric and was very provocative. My nipples were visible through the fabric, and the hem was so short that any awkward pose would reveal my crotch. I felt like I had been cast into hell. However, my father’s colleague, Mr. Ashurai Tatonto, perhaps taking pity on me, purchased me for five platinum coins (equivalent to 5 million yen) and freed me from slavery. The selling price was exceptionally high for a mere townswoman classified as a Level 2 Slave. But that offered no comfort.
This was how my encounter with “Ball-less Hal Raymond” transpired. That pathetic boy, my destined partner. If he remains a coward, I will make sure to make him “Ball-less” myself.
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With an outrageous resolve burning in her heart, Seira drifted off to sleep. Was Hal’s precious scrotum, which contained the elixir-producing testicles, in danger!? Regardless, the reunion between Seira and Maria-bel was drawing near. Meanwhile, Lucialurei smiled wryly in the Divine Realm at Seira’s determination.
The next day, Seira, elegantly mounted on a white horse, and with Maria-bel, the only guard, mounted on a chestnut horse, set off on her journey again. Their destination was the ruined capital of Ashurai in the former Wahl Imperial Kingdom territory.
7. The Wise Serpent Sneaks In Through the Back Door ①
“Aaaah♡ Aaan, aan, Lord Babel~~~~~~!!!”
*Squish, squish, squish, squish*
*Slap, slap, slap, slap*
“Hah, hah, hah, hah! Go wild!! I will give you the pleasure of your lifetime!”
*Gush, gush, gush, gush*
*Slap, slap, slap, slap*
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, IGUUUUUUU~~~~!!!”
“Die! You lewd flesh-pot whose pussy has gone *gaba-gaba*!”
Through the thin wall of the bedroom, the young woman’s moans of pleasure could be heard every night. It… it was very displeasing. In the adjacent bedroom was Lord Barberu, a high-ranking demon who called himself the handsome adventurer Babel Emperor.
Next to him was a female adventurer, bound by a charm spell. She was delicate, so she was probably a rear-guard class. First, he had her pour drinks during dinner, then led her to his bedroom to sexually enjoy her, and finally, he ate her, leaving no scraps as food… but she was completely captivated by Lord Barberu.
My apologies for not introducing myself earlier. My name is F. I am a beautiful girl of unparalleled beauty. No, soon my secondary sexual characteristics will be complete, and it wouldn’t be strange to be called a peerless beauty. I usually blend in with common adventurers, so it’s no exaggeration to say I’m a rare beautiful girl in this humble place.
After all, my body belongs to Francine Egmont Waiyar, the third princess of the fallen Wahl Imperial Kingdom, so it’s a supremely comfortable shell. I am fond of this beautiful body. My waist is so slender it seems it could break, and my firm, large breasts have excellent sensitivity; they are a masterpiece. These magnificent large breasts are, in a sense, proof of my royal lineage as a direct descendant of the Wahl royalty.
Despite their size, they don’t sag at all, and they don’t get in the way when I swing a rapier. However, I am admittedly not good with a bow. It’s not just a physical problem; the string hitting my large breasts is incredibly painful. While my good sensitivity is a point of pride, it backfires in this case. Looking at the princesses of past generations, many were excellent rapier users.
Moreover, I am still a virgin, much to my embarrassment!
And the spirit inhabiting this body is Lamines Naga, a middle-ranking demon who possessed Francine’s corpse as a mental being. But I’ve become vague about whether I am a demon or a noble human, the princess of a fallen kingdom. Why? Because I have perfectly inherited Francine’s memories.
In the world we live in, there is a strict principle that one’s mental state influences their appearance. Having taken root in Francine’s body, I eventually came to possess her traits as well. Originally, the essence of magical beasts and demons living in the Demon Realm are amorphous spiritual beings, so they have a strong yearning for superior bodies.
Therefore, crossing over to the human realm and taking a physical form was a dream.
When I unexpectedly obtained Francine’s body, I considered quick methods like consuming her and absorbing her factors, or skinning her and wearing her skin, but being greedy, I wanted all of her. So, I abandoned the temporary body I had created and dissolved into it as a spiritual being. By the way, my temporary body had the upper body of a seductive beauty, but the lower body was serpentine, a characteristic of demons.
Incidentally, the reason I am still a virgin is that seeing the debauchery of men like Lord Barberu prompts Francine’s chastity concerns to surface, making me lose the desire.
I want to offer my virginity to a boy I like.
This was a hidden desire that Princess Francine could never fulfill. All that was permitted to a princess was a political marriage of convenience. Francine’s unfulfilled wishes from her lifetime are what drive me.
Of course, I had experienced intercourse and orgies in the Demon Realm, but F is also an innocent maiden. I understand that this maidenly thinking is a result of being influenced by my appearance and virgin status, but the fact that I am physically an untouched maiden is indisputable.
While letting the faint sounds of dying screams from the next room wash over me, I shall recall the circumstances leading to this point.
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My true identity, my race as a middle-ranking demon, is called a Lamia. My upper body is that of a captivating beauty, but from the waist down, I am serpentine. However, that form is temporary; my essence is that of a spiritual being.
Originally, my ancestors were said to be “wise serpents” who lived in the Divine Realm. It is said that these ancestors occasionally descended to the human realm as messengers of the gods. At that time, it was difficult to communicate in serpentine form, so the gods permitted them to transform into human beauties.
Once, my ancestor fell in love with a gallant and handsome man from the human realm. To receive his affection, she leaked secrets of the Divine Realm to him at his request… From the outside, they were said to be a fitting couple, a fierce warrior and a beautiful maiden.
When this leakage was discovered by the gods, as punishment, she was cast down to the Demon Realm. Naturally, all the powers she possessed in the Divine Realm, including Holy Aura, were stripped away, and she became a weak spiritual being, like a stone by the roadside. In other words, she was reduced to one of the weakest magical beasts in the Demon Realm. It was a humiliating and severe punishment, but if she remained idle, she would clearly become food for other magical beasts.
In other words, it was a case of “the quick and the dead” in the Demon Realm, where one would be eaten and finished. Furthermore, for spiritual beings, having a fixed body was a dream. Also, during intercourse between spiritual beings, there was a risk of one’s existence being absorbed and vanishing if one was not careful.
My ancestor, thrown into such a harsh environment, gradually accumulated power over generations and became stronger. Initially, she was a weak serpent, but by accumulating miasma, she evolved into a Lamia.
When she was in the Divine Realm, she was normally just a serpent, but she could transform into a peerlessly beautiful woman. Considering this, it can be said that rather than evolving into a snake, it was a regression; it is more accurate to say she adapted to the environment of the Demon Realm.
After several generations, we, who started as timid, fragile magical beasts in a corner of the Demon Realm and progressed through lower-ranking demons to become middle-ranking demons, were beginning to feel the limits of our growth.
However, compared to the demons and magical beasts born purely in the Demon Realm, we possessed superior wisdom. This was likely an inherited trait, given our ancestor was known as a “wise serpent” in the heavens. In any case, as a wise Lamia, I am proud to have been a somewhat renowned demon in the Demon Realm.
However, although my own body was defiled by miasma and I had become a lowly Lamia, I harbored a desire passed down from my ancestor, a wish to return to the Heavenly Realm someday. In reality, however, I couldn’t even travel to the human realm, let alone the Heavenly Realm.
Why? Because a powerful barrier separated the Demon Realm and the human realm.
We lived each day in tears, suffering under a harsh reality, like a poisonous concoction sealed in a jar.
At such a time, I sensed a fluctuation and a rupture in the barrier, but judging that my power was insufficient to travel to the human realm, I refrained from the reckless act of crossing realms. Amidst this, I heard rumors that a vanguard led by the high-ranking demon Manmon had crossed over to the human realm, and I was wracked with an impatience that wouldn’t let me rest. It was at this moment.
Lord Baphomet, a high-ranking demon enveloped in immense miasma, descended before me. With a haughty and confident expression, he scouted me.
“I am Barberu, who shall rule the human realm. Are you Ramines Naga, known as the wise Lamia? Become my staff to aid my hegemony. Join my ranks.”
“I, I…”
And so, after being offered the “Three Visits of Courtesy,” I set out for the human realm as Lord Barberu’s military advisor. To my surprise, in the human realm, most of a demon’s power is suppressed.
In other words, the human realm was under divine influence.
In ancient times, when gods and demons waged war, they were great beings who shaved mountains and split seas. However, in the present day, even the power of a high-ranking demon was limited to that of a Demon King leading demons.
The reason for this was that miasma rarely occurred in the human realm, leading to severe magical power deficiency. In such a state, it was impossible to control the human realm. Incidentally, the source of demons’ power was a degenerated form of “evil magic power,” known as “miasma.” With such a weak force, demons could not display their full capabilities.
It goes without saying that we were forced to reconsider our invasion plans, including those of Manmon and his vanguard who had crossed to the human realm earlier. For this reason, we disguised ourselves as adventurers to deceive the gods. We judged that if we were discovered by the gods in such a weakened state, we would be annihilated. Nevertheless, we were secretly formulating plans for rebellion.
Later, in the human realm, I had unexpected encounters.
One was the joining of the transcendent immortal Zolgelge as an ally, and the addition of “corpse dolls” as his subordinates. Zolgelge was also a cunning sage, and as a guest, he was treated as a military advisor on par with me.
Around that time, there was a major war among humans in the human realm. The newly rising, vigorous Espana Imperial Kingdom attacked the historical and glorious Wahl Imperial Kingdom for suzerainty over the Western nations. The war between the two great powers took precedence over battles with demonkin and concluded with the victory of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, brimming with youthful power.
And when the war ended, Princess Francine Egmont Waiyar was captured by Espana soldiers in a certain detached palace. As was the custom of the times, Francine was violated by the soldiers and then tragically murdered in despair. Her body was hung from the beams of the detached palace, exposing her mangled corpse.
I, who had been secretly observing the battle, recovered Francine’s body and asked Zolgelge to repair it. Lord Zolgelge beautifully repaired Francine’s severely damaged body, which still retained its warmth… and as a bonus, regenerated her hymen.
“What a beautiful corpse. This one is mine to take back!”
I fell in love at first sight with Francine’s body, lying there as if in sleep.
And so, when I arrived in the human realm, I abandoned the body I had taken and once again possessed Francine’s corpse as a spiritual being. Fortunately, because she had died recently, I succeeded in perfectly salvaging Francine’s memories.
Thus, I became the noble and beautiful F.
Later, a major incident occurred: the barrier separating the human realm and the Demon Realm was revived. This left us isolated and helpless in the human realm. It was a dire situation, like being cornered. Could it be… that the easing of the barrier was a trap set by the Divine Realm!? While falling into suspicion, we were required to act even more cautiously.
On the other hand, perhaps due to stress, our adventurer activities and orgies became more extreme.
Under these circumstances, a black dragon conquered the Black Dragon Labyrinth, which was ruled by the Master of the Labyrinth. Lord Babel ordered me to hunt down the black dragon. In the human realm, the black dragon is said to be one of the calamities that can destroy even great nations, but to my true self, it was merely a black lizard.
“F, show me your skills by slaying the black dragon.”
“Lord Babel, I understand.”
“Fleeting adventurers who defile my sight. I shall burn you to ashes with my breath, leaving not a single bone behind.”
“You’re too arrogant for a mere lizard. I shall put you to death!”
“A mere girl spewing empty boasts, how laughable!!”
“Then die!”
I had agreed to defeat it easily, but contrary to my expectations, the battle became fierce, and before I knew it, I was fighting with my true lamia form unleashed. In the end, I was victorious, but I sustained a considerable wound on my right hand.
And when I returned to Flandor Lamia’s form once more, I was met with a shocking fact!
To my surprise, scales had grown on my right arm. With tears welling up, I did everything I could to return my skin to its smooth, soft state. It needless to say that I love my current appearance that much.
***
It was while we were relaxing in a tavern attached to an adventurer’s guild that we were blessed with a new encounter. Astarotte, the incubus I thought had already been defeated, and the three vampire sisters, Lara_Berze, Lili_Berze, and Lulu_Berze, were alive and living as humans.
Furthermore, Lyushenne Silveria Wahl, my half-sister with whom I was once close, was also alive, though she was in disguise. Of course, Lyushenne was the daughter of the main wife, and I, despite being her elder sister, was born to a concubine. The reason I could see through her disguise was because her overflowing breasts were impossible to hide.
Those magnificent breasts were undoubtedly the property of a legitimate Wahl princess…
Moreover, her aura was vastly different from before. The previous Lyushenne exuded a sharp demeanor, known as the ‘Beautiful Princess of Ice and Flame,’ but the current her was a maiden in love. In other words, it was as clear as day that she was in love with a scruffy-looking boy standing nearby.
It was only natural that I became interested in the boy who had stolen Lyushenne’s heart. I too wish to experience such a dazzling love. My consciousness drifted into Francine’s memories.
That boy is the one to whom I will dedicate my virginity. It can be said that this was a natural emotional shift. It seemed that even for a demon, love was uncontrollable.
8. The Wise Serpent Sneaks Through the Back Door ②
The moment I, Flandor Lamia, coincidentally met Lyushenne Silveria Wahl, the fourth princess and half-sister of Francine Egmont Wahl, whose body I possessed, Francine within me trembled with joy. I was not alone. Moreover, the aura Lyushenne exuded was different from before; it had transformed from the frigid deep winter into the vibrant, blooming maiden in love.
It must have been the work of the unremarkable boy standing nearby who transformed my once intelligent and calm half-sister. I could never believe that the one Lyushenne loved was such an ordinary person…
While dwelling on such trivial matters, feelings of jealousy and rivalry towards Lyushenne began to sprout. All that time, I had been violated and killed by the brutal soldiers of the Espana Imperial Kingdom… Lyushenne had not only survived the battle but also found a lover. Although she called herself an adventurer, like me, the content was vastly different.
As I was lost in such fleeting thoughts, a sharp pain shot through the depths of my supposedly innocent uterus. I wanted to be happy too… Shouldn’t I be entitled to a share of happiness? I want that boy to make me happy too. As I thought this, my vagina began to feel wet with a juicy warmth.
This is the first time I’ve felt such giddy emotions.
Could this be love!?
However, in reality, we were forced to make a strategic retreat due to the hasty actions of Barberu, who was attempting to eliminate the traitors. But it was precisely because of this situation that the spark of love ignited in my heart burned fiercely. The greater the obstacles to love, the more it burns!
I cannot suppress these feelings.
That night, in my bed, I found myself shamelessly masturbating. I stimulated my breasts and vagina, becoming utterly disheveled. With a wry smile at the sticky love juice on my palms, I longed in the depths of my heart to be embraced by a man who would protect me and find solace.
At the same time, I wanted to wash away the memories of the atrocities committed by the soldiers of the Espana Imperial Kingdom and forget them.
The memories of Francine that I had absorbed pleaded with me. I want to dedicate my virginity! Though my reason understood that this was an unreasonable infatuation, I was being consumed by Francine’s emotions…
Afterward, under the guise of gathering information, I left the adventurer party ‘Babel’s Gospel’ and began investigating the adventurer party Lyushenne belonged to.
The name of the adventurer party in question was the audaciously named ‘Princess Harem.’ I wondered if this ‘Princess’ moniker was because Princess Lyushenne was a member!?
What’s more, it was a typical harem party composed entirely of girls, except for the party leader, Hal Harem Von Raymond. I couldn’t understand why my half-sister was so joyfully participating in such an unseemly adventurer party.
Furthermore, the party leader, Hal, was the young master of the Raymond Trading Company, a major slave trading business. In other words, ‘Princess Harem’ was a harem party concocted on a whim by Hal, a dissolute young man.
Wasn’t Lyushenne being deceived!?
Despite this baseless anxiety, I wanted to believe that Lyushenne, being so sensible, wouldn’t be deceived.
Therefore, I decided to risk danger and monitor ‘Princess Harem’ with my own eyes.
As a result, an unexpected fact was revealed.
That is… besides Lyushenne, there were other high-level beautiful girls gathered there. And they all loved Hal as well. However, there was an exception among them: a girl with a handsome face but an unnaturally bloated, unsightly belly due to excessive fat.
She was called ‘Pokkorise.’
Even though that party boasted a terrifying swordsman capable of stopping Babel’s full-force slashes, I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
I want to be loved by that Hal.
I want to join their ranks by dedicating my virginity.
—It was bewildering to be harboring such inexplicable feelings…
My emotions brimming, I resolved to sneak into Hal’s sleeping quarters.
Then, for some reason, they did not enter the city of Karamiya, but headed towards a mansion located in the nearby mountains. I suspected this mansion was likely owned by Waiyar nobles.
As a former princess, I had received an exceptional education, so I understood the floor plan of a Waiyar-style mansion as if it were my own. I then secretly infiltrated the presumed bedroom where Hal would sleep and crawled into the bed.
As a wise serpent (Lamia), I am persistent.
***
I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, was incredibly tired. As usual, one incident after another had occurred. I had intended to bypass the city of Karamiya to avoid trouble, but trouble seemed to seek me out… Elize’s associates and Lyushenne’s associates, who had vehemently opposed stopping by Karamiya, had arrived.
Elize’s associates were Viscountess Freeza Loloa von Yagutska and her daughter, Viscount’s Daughter Elena Rondo Roon Yagoutska, who were Elize’s elder sister and niece. Furthermore, they had captured Elize’s younger sister, Baroness Ephemera Carmen von Gardes of the Espana nobility, though she was critically injured. In other words, the three Portland royal sisters were, to some extent, still alive.
How tenacious… more like, how fortunate they were to have survived.
However, for Elize, her sisters seemed to be her arch-nemeses. Still, I thought ‘Pokkorise’ was a fitting nickname… Freya and Shera, seeing this as a prime opportunity after it seemed Elize’s pride had been thoroughly shattered, taunted her greatly.
“Pokkorise, Pokkorise, pon pon pon ♪”
“Pokkorise, Pokkorise, pon pon pon ♪”
“Pokkorise dolls have outie belly buttons!”
“Pokkorise dolls have outie belly buttons!”
“Pon pon pon ♪ Pon pon pon ♪ … It’s Pom-Poco-lise, isn’t it? ♪♪”
Freya and Shera livened up the atmosphere with a comical dance, slapping their bellies. Even the talented Freya, a singer, was enthusiastically joining in, though it was a waste of her talent. And behind them, Elena was also bopping her head to the rhythm, looking amused.
” ‘Aunt Pom-poco-lise’ also… sounds fittingly senile, doesn’t it?”
“Grrrr…”
Elize, who normally would have fought back, was enduring it desperately, perhaps intimidated by Freeza’s gaze. However, she launched an unexpected counterattack.
“Elder Sister Freeza. What would you do if there were survivors from the line of the Sazanian Royal Family, who brought about the downfall of our homeland?”
“It is said that the Kingdom of Sazania was also destroyed by Espana… If there are any surviving royals, I will make them regret being born.”
“Specifically!?”
“I will pierce them with an ice spear created by my Glacial Magic and turn them into ice sculptures while they are still alive, slowly.”
“As expected of Elder Sister Freeza! Shera, you agree, don’t you?”
“Yes, Elize is amazing, intelligent, and generous (big-hearted).”
“Shera, the third fox tail is for Elder Sister Freeza—”
“It was just my tongue slipping. H-help me… nya.”
“And Freya.”
“What is it, Elize!?”
“I believe I have a favor I’m owed for educating the ‘Downtown Princess’… Shall I claim it now!?”
“Th-that was just our usual communication, wasn’t it? Ho ho ho ho ho!”
“Besides, Freya, you had also reserved a fox tail, hadn’t you?”
“Yes, one of them is mine.”
“N-noooooo! My precious fox tail is mine, nya!”
To briefly backtrack, it was in such a chaotic state that we were led to a secret base-like mansion built on the outskirts of Karamiya city. I immediately cast ‘Healing Magic’ on the critically injured Ephemera. The bed where Ephemera lay was in a room underground.
Following Freeza’s declaration, Elize discovered a bed intended for her next to Ephemera’s, and she was forcing a smile. The reason she knew it was for Elize was because a ‘poko doll’ made in Elize’s likeness was lying on it.
Furthermore, her swollen belly was exposed, and a prominent navel sat in the center. Incidentally, the real Elize does not have an outie navel, so there was a subtle hint of malice. Freya, who had improvised a song about the ‘Poko doll’s’ navel, was amazing. My memories are getting mixed up since this is a recollection.
“Now, please witness my ‘Healing Magic’.”
First, I removed the duvet to examine Ephemera’s condition. She was dressed in simple pajamas, but her abdomen was unusually sunken, with blood seeping out. It seemed some emergency first aid had been applied, but a hole in the stomach should be a fatal wound.
To examine the wound directly, I unbuttoned the pajamas one by one.
And then, magnificent, large breasts appeared.
The areola was a pale pink, and they seemed larger than Elize’s breasts. Her face was pale due to blood loss, but her features were well-formed, and her beautiful, straight, silver hair was magnificent. She looked more like a princess than Elize herself…
Then, as I unwrapped the blood-soaked bandage around her abdomen, I confirmed that there was indeed a hole in her stomach, stuffed with pads soaked in blood. However, with such first aid, she would likely die soon. By the way, I wondered if this wound involved the loss of body parts! My ‘Healing Magic’ did not cover the loss of body parts.
Freeza’s explanation to my question was that the tissues of her abdomen had not been lost but had been spread apart by the ice spear that had been thrust into her. I removed the obstructing cotton pads and, with due solemnity, infused the advanced ‘Healing Magic’ with holy energy. I felt a substantial effect. The large wound, enveloped in holy light, gradually shrank until it finally disappeared.
As a result, the hole in her abdomen healed, and her pale complexion regained its color. Simultaneously, her weak heartbeat normalized, and her eyes, which had been closed in agony, slowly opened. Her eyes were a beautiful ice-blue color. However, she seemed to be in a daze.
“Hohou! It seems your boast was justified. The fatal wound has been healed!!”
Freeza exclaimed in admiration as she watched my ‘Healing Magic,’ and beside her, Elize was puffing out her chest. Behind Elize, Freya and Shera, having inhaled deeply and inflated their bellies, were imitating Elize. … Or so I thought, but beside them, Elena was also imitating them. Children are good at imitating bad adult behavior.
“Elder Sister Ephemera, how are you feeling!?”
“Did I… die!? To think that ‘Pukkurise,’ whom I heard died suddenly after being driven out of Portland, would appear by my bedside…”
“Elder Sister, you are saved! Please be strong! Your abdominal wound must have healed by now!? And… I am alive too…”
“…! I-I am saved!!”
“Ephemera, you’re truly lucky.”
“Elder Sister Freeza is laughing!? What is going on here?”
“That explanation, I-”
Alicia explained the situation to the bewildered Baroness Ephemera Carmen von Gardes, a noble of the Espana Empire, informing her that there was no longer any need for her and her sisters to fight. Ephemera was initially surprised but seemed to understand after the explanation.
However, due to excessive blood loss, she would need to recuperate at the mansion for the time being. Although the wound itself had healed, the lost blood would not recover immediately. That said, she was expected to be almost fully recovered the next day, but they decided to err on the side of caution.
Although Freeza and Ephemera had been locked in a life-or-death struggle, they reconciled once there was no longer any reason to fight, but they both proceeded to reprimand Elize’s swollen belly. In the end, Elize had gained more enemies.
As for Lyushenne’s associates, they included former vassal Lord Asunas Robert von Botox. He had fallen victim to his bad habits’ poisonous fangs. The persistence of his obsession with buttocks was astounding… Liliana, who had thought she had escaped, had also fallen victim.
Furthermore, Countess Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas, daughter of Count Hans Ignot Von Iglewaas, the governor and Espana noble provisionally governing Karamiya, had challenged him for the sake of free love, but this time she fell prey to the erotic old man, the Sex Spirit! Moreover, she was also a victim of the ‘Bess-chan’ initiated hair-cutting incident.
On top of that, convincing the six individuals—the former vampire sisters Lara_Berze, Lili_Berze, and Lulu_Berze; Knight Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim; and Nestella Yaggard—to seek refuge under the former Marquis Asunas Robert von Botox was exhausting.
As a result, Astarotte, the former succubus, also decided to stay. This was because, after encountering their main enemies, the Barberus, there was no longer a need to obtain information from Astarotte. In the end, seven people remained, though the two Waiyar knights were the ones who had objected the most.
Lyushenne persuaded the two, but just listening to it was enough to make me tired.
9. The Wise Serpent Sneaks Through the Back Door ③ △
I was extremely tired tonight, so I canceled my turn for the rotational night duty. Incidentally, Aria was on duty tonight. Aria, being a former high-class prostitute, offered excellent service, but I couldn’t overcome my fatigue.
I specifically warned Mai, who was adept at infiltrating bedrooms, and Sharon, who was apparently waiting for an opportunity to lose her virginity. With the Imperial Capital Ashurai approaching, Sharon’s duty would soon be over. Sharon had realized the benefits of being with me during our travels.
My codename in the Divine Realm, ‘Lucky Penis,’ was admittedly quite harsh.
I was shown to my assigned bedroom in the mansion. After locking the door from the inside, I let out a sigh of relief. Incidentally, this bedroom was allegedly equipped with a soundproofing barrier as it was for distinguished guests. In other words, it was a bedroom for night duty.
But tonight, I was tired, so all I wanted was to sleep soundly.
As I approached the bed, the duvet was suspiciously bulged. I wondered if Mai or Sharon had snuck in. *What stubborn girls,* I thought. *I’ll just let them sleep with me.* Thinking that, I yanked the duvet off.
“Y-you are!”
The one who had been hiding under the covers was not a member of the ‘Princess Harem’ party… In fact, it was a beautiful girl called Flandor Lamia, a party member of the opposing force, ‘Babel’s Gospel.’
Visually, she appeared to be an unidentified female demon, resembling Princess Francine Egmont Waiyar, the third princess and Lyushenne’s elder half-sister. Even among my companions, there had been heated debates about her true identity, but she remained a mysterious figure with no conclusion.
And currently, I had no companions to protect me, and as a support class, I couldn’t be expected to engage in close combat. Was this the end of my life!? Cold sweat ran down my back.
“My name is Francine Egmont Waiyar. Tonight, I have come with shame to humbly request something.”
“A request!?”
“Just like my half-sister Lyushenne, please embrace me and make me happy.”
“You want me to embrace you!?”
“I remained a virgin because my companions were unfaithful and unreliable. You are the one who melted Lyushenne’s heart, which was as rigid as a frozen lake. Therefore, I wish for your warmth as well.”
I was shocked that the girl called Flandor Lamia was calling herself Francine Egmont Waiyar tonight. What was their relationship!? I re-examined Francine’s appearance.
Francine’s hair was a luxurious, wavy honey color. Her facial features, which suggested kinship with Lyushenne, and her beautiful, clear, aquamarine eyes were striking. She had a well-defined nose and a small mouth. Her lips were perfectly shaped, and her faintly colored cheeks were lovely.
In contrast, she was wearing an adult-like black negligee made of see-through fabric. Of course, the chest and waist areas were layered with lace, obscuring the essential parts. Nevertheless, the formidable swell of her chest was reminiscent of Lyushenne’s ample bosom.
*Gulp*
I involuntarily swallowed.
At the same time, I decided to probe for any miasma she might be harboring. If she discovered this, my life could be forfeit. Fighting against such fear, I cautiously tried to ascertain Francine’s true identity.
As a result, although a mass of miasma existed deep within her body, she had taken care not to affect me. I didn’t fully understand why, but she clearly wanted to be embraced by me and lose her virginity.
Although Francine’s circumstances were unclear, I felt that moving with the flow was the only way to find a path forward. I had to steel myself. However, I had prior experience having sexual intercourse with Astarotte, a former succubus, and the three vampire sisters.
However, the will of the Divine Realm was that the salvation measures were already complete, and the remaining demons were to be annihilated. So, did this beautiful girl have no hope of survival!? Suddenly, my fear of Francine subsided, and instead, I felt a sense of pity.
In that case, embracing her as a parting gift before death might also be a pleasure.
Although my body was extremely tired, I had to push myself a little further.
“Now, let us perform Francine-sama’s ‘First Night Ritual’.”
“Hal-sama is such a gentleman! ♪”
After the introductory remarks, I embraced Francine, who stood up. Her scent was faintly sweet, like a young girl’s. I could also feel the feel of her impossibly large breasts being pressed against me. I stroked her beautiful honey-colored hair. Francine seemed to be pleased, albeit hesitantly.
And then Francine… closed her eyes, as if expecting something.
*Chu ♡*
To fulfill her expectations, I leaned closer and gave her a simple first kiss, just touching her soft lips. Instantly, her arms tightened around me, and at the same time, a blush spread across Francine’s cheeks. Her innocent reaction was unmistakably that of a virgin.
“…I’m happy.”
Furthermore, a cry of joy escaped Francine’s lips!
Although I didn’t understand Francine’s situation, she had undoubtedly come to be embraced by me. In that case, I would respond with all my might.
*Chu, chu, chu~, chu~, chupa, chupa, hami, hami, hami hami, kapu*
I continued to kiss Francine’s cheeks, nose, and lips, even nibbling her lips with my own, and licking her earlobes. Sometimes, I trailed my tongue along her jaw and neck. Francine, like an unknowing maiden, submitted to my every touch.
Somehow, I felt a budding affection for this girl!? She was undeniably a demon enemy… Flustered, I decided to proceed with the foreplay.
“Francine-sama, now that the first kiss is over, we will move on to adult kissing. Please respond with your tongue as well.”
“Can I… do it?”
*Chupa, kuchu, kuchu, kuchu, rero, rero, rerorero rero*
“Kya! …Nn… Nnn… Ah… Ahhh…”
Continuing with the deep kiss, I pressed firmly against Francine’s lips and tried to pry them open with my tongue. Although a cute shriek escaped her, she tentatively extended her tongue, entwining it with mine. Her response was incredibly cute. Even though she was older than Lyushenne, her reaction reminded me of their blood relation. Truly, the Wahl princesses were all fine women.
Francine became increasingly assertive, and we enjoyed the exchange of love through deep kisses. Through the contact of our mouths and saliva, I could gauge each other’s feelings. Our bodies were now pressed close together, and I could perceive her breaths, the beating of her heart, and even the dampness of her sweat.
But what kind of being was she!?
Her natural behavior suggested she was not some kind of ‘corpse doll’ created by Zolgelge. Nor did it seem like she was wearing Francine’s skin. The sensation was as if she had possessed Francine’s body. However, even if that were the case, her demeanor as Francine was too natural. For these reasons, she undoubtedly possessed Francine’s memories.
For now, I decided not to dwell on such trivial matters and enjoy her wonderful body. Her body undoubtedly belonged to Princess Francine Egmont Waiyar, the third princess and Lyushenne’s elder half-sister.
Reluctantly, I parted from her and removed my own clothing, leaving me in just my underwear.
Francine watched me undress, her face as red as a beet, peeking through her fingers. The way she covered her face with her hands was also an act befitting a maiden. I recalled that lessons on sexual techniques must have been taught in the Waiyar harem, but her bewilderment on their first night together was refreshing. It stimulated a man’s desire… Was this demon calculating this!?
“I’d like to start the main foreplay soon, are you ready?”
“Yes, Hal-sama… Please treat me well.”
Francine, kneeling on the bed, gazed at me. I also climbed back onto the bed and knelt down, approaching Francine. Then, I tilted my head and initiated another deep kiss. This time, I pecked at her lips and secured her head with both hands, preventing her from escaping.
*Chu, chu, chu, chu, chu-pa, chu-pa, chuchuchu*
“…Ah… Ah… Nn… Nnn… An…”
Confirming that Francine’s body had relaxed, I moved my hands to her formidable breasts. Even through the black negligee, Francine’s chest was astonishing, and even through the fabric, I could feel an exceptionally gorgeous softness and elasticity.
“Your breasts are amazing!”
“Of course. These bountiful breasts are proof of a Wahl Princess… An ♡”
*Momi, momi, momi momi, momi momi, momi momi momi momi*
“…Ah… Ahhh… Ahh ♡ …My chest… Hyan… Ahh…”
As I began to massage her breasts, Francine, clearly feeling it, wrapped her arms around my neck and bit down. Listening to her breathing and feeling her softness, I continued to lick her neck and nape.
“…Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa…”
“Your breathing is heavy, should we slow down?”
“I’m fine… Please don’t worry.”
“Then, I’ll remove your negligee.”
“…Yes.”
I decided to remove the elegant black negligee Francine was wearing. First, I untied the decorative cords around her neck. Then, I unbuttoned it, one by one, from the top. The negligee fabric was partly see-through, but the neckline was covered, and the long sleeves and hem concealed her body. Furthermore, the areas from her chest to her waist and down to mid-thigh were sewn with multiple layers of lace, making them opaque.
10. The Wise Serpent Sneaks Through the Back Door ④ △
“…I… I’m embarrassed…”
As the buttons of the negligee were undone, her bare skin peeked through the openings. Specifically, her neck, collarbones, the edges of her ample breasts, and the deep cleavage were exposed.
As I unbuttoned down to her abdomen, I gently spread the negligee fabric to either side. It seemed she was not wearing any underwear on her upper body, and her breasts were gradually revealed in their entirety.
“I… I… Why am I so embarrassed…!”
Francine’s face was flushed crimson, her bashful demeanor incredibly endearing. It was a truly innocent reaction. However, if this were calculated, would she be a complete slut?
And then… her ample areolas came into view. Following the vibrant red areolas came her nipples. As I slipped her sleeves off her shoulders, her upper body was revealed as she was born. Francine’s bountiful breasts were bell-shaped, protruding forward, yet they showed no signs of sagging against gravity, demonstrating incredible firmness. This was consistent with the characteristic of Lyushenne’s ample bosom.
Are these the breasts of a direct descendant princess of the Wahl Imperial Family!!
“Hal-sama, it’s embarrassing to be stared at like this.”
“Your breasts are beautiful.”
“I am honored by your praise. These bountiful breasts are proof of a Wahl princess…”
Unable to bear the shame any longer, Francine threw herself into my arms and hugged me. This time, without any clothing between us, I felt the raw sensation of her ample breasts being crushed against my chest. Embracing each other for the third time, Francine and I deepened our kisses, caressing each other’s bodies.
Francine’s slender, delicate hands stroked my chest and pinched my nipples. In return, I cupped her ample breasts, feeling their noble, skin-adhering softness. If I hadn’t already experienced it with Lyushenne, I would have been lost in greedy indulgence. The princesses of Waiyar… are such amazing beings.
*Momi, momi, momi, momi, monyu, monyu, monyu, monyu*
“…An… An… An… My chest… Ahh ♡ …It’s painful…!”
*Kuri, kuri, guri, guri, monyu, monyu, monyu, monyu*
“…An ♡ …My nipples… are sensitive… more gently… Ahh…”
First, I massaged her ample breasts in a circular motion, then pinched her nipples and rubbed them with my fingertips. Her nipples became erect. It seemed Francine’s ample breasts were also highly sensitive. Normally, they would sag or become insensitive, but… the possessions of a princess seemed to be special.
*Chu, chu, rero, rero, chu, chu, rero, rero, rerorero rero rero*
“M-my body is burning… and aching… An ♡”
Her ample breasts were swollen red from my caresses. Her nipples were erect to the point of pain, and the redness of her areolas had intensified. This was the proof of my love. I then kissed her extremely fine, exquisite bare skin. Naturally, love marks were imprinted. As red marks like footprints on an unexplored virgin peak bloomed across Francine’s upper body, her lower body lost its strength.
“Francine, are you alright?”
“Yes… being loved is wonderful. It’s entirely different from rape, which ignores the other person’s feelings.”
From Francine’s unconscious muttering, it seemed she had also had a painful experience in the past. If that were the case, was her current virgin status the result of someone’s ‘Healing Magic’? However, in this world where ‘virgin play’ could be repeated endlessly, a girl’s state of mind was everything.
And I felt that Francine deserved to be called a virgin. Moreover, while the demon’s consciousness was hidden deep within her body along with the miasma, the personality that appeared on the surface was undoubtedly Francine’s.
What an unexpected joy to be able to enjoy the second Wirellian princess… What an immeasurable happiness this is.
Before I knew it, my son in my crotch was erect, making a tent in my pants.
“It seems you’re lusting after me.”
“Your body is magnificent.”
“Thank you, I’m happy. Then, as a thank you, I’ll respond with oral sex ♪”
Then, Francine, with her bewitching appearance, approached and unceremoniously pulled down my pants. Even so, the act of having a beautiful girl pull down my pants is incredibly embarrassing. On the other hand, Francine, seeing my erect penis, faltered.
“How thick… But it doesn’t smell… good.”
Her fearful expression… did it bring back memories of when she was raped? Nevertheless, Francine gulped, attached her mouth to my urethral opening, and then began to lick with her tongue, “Chiro chiro.”
What a pleasure this is.
Francine’s tongue licked my penis, the underside, and even my scrotum. Moreover, her skills were no less than those of Eria, a high-class prostitute. At times, she took my penis into her mouth, sucking on it.
Lelo, lelo, lelo, lelolelo, chupah, chupah, guchu, guchu
“I… can’t hold it anymore!”
Doipiuuuuuu
The semen I couldn’t hold back ejaculated, splattering onto Francine’s large breasts and face.
“I… feel intoxicated by the scent of men.”
Francine, covered in semen, smiled bewitchingly. Just moments ago, she was a pure maiden, but the moment she awakened to her sexuality, Francine’s face changed into that of a woman.
This dramatic change is as if she embodies the fact that women are monsters.
However, there was no vulgarity befitting a demon; it was a natural change, as if a maiden had awakened to sex.
“You can perform oral sex too, huh?”
“Of course, it’s the result of education using dildos in the harem ♪ Lyushenne was also good at it, wasn’t she!?”
“Indeed, she was.”
“Yes. The Wirellian princesses are also prime pieces for political marriages!”
Then, Francine put the semen from her breasts into her palm and began to lick it with a charming smile. Her lewd behavior was like a painting. Francine’s disheveled sensuality intensely stimulated my penis. Even though I had just ejaculated, it was becoming erect again.
“Heh. You’re quite energetic ♪”
The observant Francine teased me upon seeing my re-erect penis.
“You were trembling at how thick it was earlier, but now you have the composure to smile.”
“Yes, I felt a sense of intimacy through oral sex. It’s a truly wonderful penis. It was firm and didn’t smell, which are high points.”
“I bathe quite often. After all, my party members are all girls, and there are those who sneak attacks while I’m asleep…”
“It seems Hal-sama is also having a hard time. I can sympathize with your feelings.”
“Thank you for your concern. Shall we resume?”
Truthfully, I was exhausted, but I had to see it through.
“Please… be gentle.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“I can’t trust ‘doing my best’ from a man and a politician… but I have no choice. Besides, offense is the best defense…”
Having been served by Francine’s oral sex, I decided to move to the next stage. That is, to conquer the lower half of my body, including her genitals. … Or so I thought, but in the next moment, Francine declared, “Offense is the best defense,” and began to rub my penis between her large breasts, grasping it with the cleavage of her chest.
Monyu, monyu, monyu, monyu monyu, monyu monyu
“Hal-sama’s penis is as hard as steel. I’ll pleasure it for you with my cleavage ♪”
Is it Francine’s turn again!?
With the consecutive burst of service techniques, my penis was once again on the verge of collapse. It felt like ascending to heaven. However, if this continues, won’t I be forced into a situation where breaking her virginity becomes difficult!?
Currently, Francine is naked from the abdomen up, and her black negligee is caught around her hip bones. She is pressing close for the breast-rubbing. Furthermore, she is about to take the tip of my penis, the glans, that sticks out from her large breasts, into her mouth.
If I’m subjected to a combined attack of breast-rubbing and oral sex, I’ll probably ejaculate again. Involuntarily, I hugged Francine and rolled over on the futon.
“Kya!? Hal-sama, what are you doing?? … Ah! An ♡”
Suddenly, when I rolled over, Francine seemed surprised. I immediately fumbled with her crotch through her negligee. Although it was a visual estimation, judging by the undulations I felt with my fingertips, I seemed to be touching her labia majora.
“! My lady parts are being touched!!”
“How is it! Can you feel it!?”
“…Yan, yan yan, ahh ♡ An an, I don’t waaaant to~~”
With my caresses on her female genitalia, Francine writhed and moaned again. It seemed I had managed to regain the initiative. Now, I just need to continue this momentum until she loses her virginity.
As for the black negligee’s hem, this time it was rolled up to mid-thigh, exposing it. Depending on the angle, it was so disheveled that one might have been able to peek at her crotch. This was a byproduct of rolling Francine over, but I’ll consider it a happy accident.
11. The Wise Snake Sneaks in Through the Back Door ⑤ 〇
“Now that I think about it, I’m already completely naked, while Francine’s lower body is covered. Isn’t that unfair?”
“Isn’t that a petty detail?”
“Then… I’ll at least take off her negligee.”
I grabbed the partly open front of the black negligee, flicked off the remaining buttons, forcefully widened it, and removed the fabric tangled around her waist.
“Kyaaaaah~~. P-please stop~~”
And so, I roughly stripped off her black negligee. A scream, for the nth time, echoed through the bedroom. I was truly glad that the soundproof VIP bedroom was used. As a result, the only thing covering Francine’s body was her pure white panties. I thought her underwear would be black too, but she chose white for her last piece? Francine seems to understand men’s hearts well.
For the first sexual encounter, the “First Night Ritual,” overly provocative underwear would dampen a man’s spirits. In that regard, her chaste, pure white panties are likable, fitting for a virgin.
And these pure white panties are high-quality underwear with ruffles sewn on, and judging by their luster, they might be made of silk. Furthermore, by removing the black negligee, Francine’s composure vanished. It was indeed the right decision to strip her forcefully.
“Hal-sama is forceful. I… I’m embarrassed~~”
Overwhelmed by shame again, Francine hid her large breasts with her right arm and covered her crotch with her left palm. This is a classic way for virgins to hide. That’s precisely why it was an act to stir a man’s heart. Men are drawn to such unconscious actions rather than overt, deliberate lewdness.
“Francine, you’re still wearing panties. I’m already completely naked!”
“That’s true… but the difference in shame regarding exposure is significant.”
“Then I’ll make it so you don’t have to be ashamed. Francine, become completely naked like me! It’s time to take off your panties! But before that, I’ll enjoy your genitals through your panties!!”
“Eh!? D-don’t look~~”
Towards the shrinking Francine, who was hiding her chest and crotch, I grabbed her ankles and pulled. As a result, Francine’s lower body was stretched out on the bed. Although she was barely hiding her chest, her crotch area was left defenseless.
In other words, due to my strange behavior, she no longer had the composure to hide her pure white panties.
I continued to spread her legs.
“For a noble Third Princess of Wirell, this is an immodest posture.”
“Don’t say that!! It’s… so embarrassing…”
Francine, in a panic, tries to flail her legs, but my strength is greater. Then, I slid my head between her spread legs, positioning the fabric of her panties in front of my eyes.
Facing me was Francine’s crotch, covered by panties.
What a feast for the eyes, a magnificent view. The suggestive wrinkles and bulges on the fabric of the panties were very erotic. Like the black negligee adorned with lace, her pure white panties were also high-quality underwear with abundant ruffles. And although the fabric over the crotch where I assumed her vagina was located was double-layered, it was faintly visible.
Furthermore, the white fabric of the panties, digging into the secret valley leading from her vulva to her gluteal cleft, was also erotic. Perhaps due to tension, the fabric was slightly damp, making it feel raw. However, it seemed the love juice had not yet begun to secrete.
Francine’s buttocks are more developed compared to Lyushenne’s, and they are plump, looking like they would be enjoyable to squeeze. Although she might have been a victim of the former Viscount Marquis Bottox, they are the noble peach buttocks of a princess. Additionally, the soft flesh of her legs extending from her crotch is also well-formed. There are no unwanted hairs on her legs; they are smooth, suggesting they have been shaved or treated with “Hair Removal Magic.”
Tsusn, tsusn, tsusn tsusn, hamu, hamu
“Yan, yan, yan yan, stop~~. Th-that place is dirty~~”
“This part is plump and soft.”
“Don’t explain~~!”
I stimulated Francine’s female genitalia through the fabric of her panties by poking it with my tongue tip and nipping it with my lips. I also caressed her thighs, letting my tongue roam, and sometimes boldly grabbed and squeezed her peach buttocks. They were more elastic than expected and wonderful.
“Your buttock’s elasticity is amazing. It’s so bouncy.”
“Don’t squeeze my butt~~!”
At times, I stroked along the secret valley with my fingertips and pushed the panty fabric into the slit of her female genitalia, fully indulging in caresses. Perhaps due to excitement, sweat had accumulated, and the panties became more damp, intensifying the sweet and sour scent of a maiden. Perhaps… the love juice had started to flow?
“…Haa… haa… haa… haa…”
At some point, Francine stopped resisting, breathing raggedly. Her arms were spread wide, and she seemed to have given up on hiding her large breasts. Her slightly sweaty, moist skin was smooth, but the kiss marks etched on her upper body seemed to declare her ownership to me. Perhaps she had reached a light orgasm.
Is this the opportune moment to remove the last piece!?
Catching the waistband of her panties with my fingertips, I mercilessly pulled them down.
Naturally, the hidden mysteries of her female body appeared, followed by her lower abdomen and then her crotch. Furthermore, the fact that mucus was trailing in threads confirmed the secretion of love juice.
Around Francine’s crotch, honey-colored pubic hair grew in a light, sparse patch. Francine, at 18 years old, might be reaching the end of her secondary sexual characteristics. However, it wasn’t growing wildly; the unwanted hair seemed to have been shaved.
In other words, pubic hair only grew on the upper part of her vagina, and none around the labia majora or in the gluteal cleft.
In contrast, her vagina was still a single slit. Not only the clitoris glans, but even the flappy labia minora seemed to be contained within the slit. Should I just open it all at once? After some deliberation, I decided to conquer her external genitalia carefully. She had spoken of being raped earlier, so I should handle it carefully to avoid making her phobic of men. I intended to be a gentleman, after all.
However, inwardly, I desperately wanted to shave the remaining pubic hair with “Hair Removal Magic” or a “razor”…
Pechah, pechah, peroperopero
“I-I don’t waaaant to~~. Don’t lick~~!”
Kuchu, kuchu, pero, pero, hamu, hamu, kuchu, kuchu, kuchu
“Ah! Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ Th-that’s not allowed either~~”
First, I licked along the slit, caressing her labia majora. Then, I concentrated on licking and nipping the clitoral hood, which hid the clitoris glans.
Francine’s reaction was astounding. She squirmed and tried to push away my head with her palms, but she couldn’t escape me. Of course, if I were to reveal my demonic nature, she could escape or I could instantly kill her, but in this situation, she seemed determined to remain as the virgin Francine.
Then, I’ll enjoy myself to my heart’s content.
“Oh! The clitoris glans is getting erect. It’s a very cute pink.”
“Don’t explain~~!”
Kappu
“Kyahhh~~!”
When I clamped my lips around her erect clitoris, Francine let out a maiden’s shrill scream. As expected, it’s the most sensitive part of a woman’s body. Although she desperately tried to escape, her reaction was within the bounds of what’s normal for a maiden.
Hamu, hamu, hamu hamu, chu, chu, pero, pero, peroperopero
“Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡ No! It’s not allowed. My groin is hot… I feel like I’m melting. Ahh ♡ Ahh ♡”
Under my persistent caresses, Francine became extremely agitated, thrashing her legs violently. Her genitals, or rather, her vagina, had transformed from an innocent slit under my caresses into something unpleasant with an erect clitoris at the top.
Hamu, hamu, hamu, hamu, chupah, chupah, chupah, lerolero, lerolero lero
“Aahn, aahn, it’s not allowed! I-I don’t waaaant to~~!”
Pshyu, shaaaaa……
As I got carried away playing with her clitoris glans, Francine screamed and gushed, splashing. Naturally, the ejected urine directly hit my face.
“How dare you!”
“It’s a physiological phenomenon. It can’t be helped. Was it unfortunate that Hal-sama’s face was there, not an accident?”
I had no choice but to deal with my wet face using “Washing Magic” and solved the problem.
“If that’s how you’re going to act, I’ll confirm your virginity.”
Mugyu, kvahpa
“I-I don’t waaaant to~~. Please stop~~!”
What I did was grab her buttocks with a “munzu” and then push them apart sideways. At this time, by spreading the flesh of her inner thighs, her labia majora also opened, and her vagina opening followed suit.
Francine’s labia majora maintained a beautiful skin tone, but the flesh within the slit was exposed in vivid layers. As expected, the love juice secretion had started in earnest due to the earlier caresses on her clitoris, and it was “numenume” (slippery).
As for her vagina opening, when it was widened, the soft internal folds of the vaginal canal were visible, and behind them, the mucous membrane of the hymen could be seen. Her vagina opening “hikuhiku” quivered, seemingly excited.
“Undeniably, Francine appears to be a virgin.”
“I hate being in such an embarrassing posture~~. Please Hal-sama, stop~~!”
Tsubo, kyu
“This is my revenge for you spraying me in the face.”
Next, I tried to insert my right middle finger into her vagina opening, but it immediately constricted upon touching the vaginal wall. It perfectly bit down on the tip of my middle finger. Moreover, the vaginal pressure was high, holding it tightly. The slippery vaginal wall also had soft folds that would make a penis feel good, indicating it was clearly an excellent vagina at first glance.
The noble princesses of Wirell possess wonderful vaginas. It was at this moment that I understood the blood connection between Lyushenne and Francine, following their large breasts.
“This… is an amazing tightness. Such a wonderfully tight grip ♪”
“Please. Don’t say such embarrassing things~~!”
Since Francine’s vagina has a good grip, it needs to be loosened up before inserting a penis.
“…Haa… haa… haa… haa…”
Francine screamed, but she seemed tired, exhaling ragged breaths. And her legs, which were initially closed “pitari,” were now spread carelessly.
12. The Wise Snake Sneaks in Through the Back Door ⑥ 〇
Pero, pero, perolero, perolero, julu, julu, pecchah, pecchah
“Ahhn… ahhh… an an an…”
Perhaps due to fatigue, Francine’s legs were spread as wide as possible. I licked her labia majora and sucked the overflowing love juice.
Kuchuri
And then, I opened her labia majora again. This time, it was the usual act of placing my fingertips on both ends of her labia majora and spreading them apart. The exposed flesh was sticky with love juice, but the actual vagina opening was constricted. Although it was wet, it seemed to be shrunken due to shame.
“Her vagina opening is constricted, so it needs to be loosened.”
“…………”
Francine responded silently to my words, but her slight trembling indicated she was enduring her shame. Or perhaps she didn’t want to utter lewd words. I took her silence as affirmation and decided to loosen her vagina opening.
Normally, to loosen a constricted vagina opening, one places the pad of the right middle finger on the vagina opening and makes it penetrate with small vibrations, then stirs it to expand it…
This time, however, I thought of an even more perverse technique.
That is, I placed my right palm in reverse, with the pad of my thumb on the vagina opening. Simultaneously, the pad of my middle finger was placed on the anus. In other words, I intended to expand both holes, the vagina opening and the anus, at the same time as a prank. Furthermore, I would play with her erect clitoris with my left fingers.
Kuni, kuni, kuni, kuni, kunyu, kunyu, kunyu, guchu, guchu, guchu
Kuni, kuni, kuni, kuni, kunyu, kunyu, kunyu, guchu, guchu, guchu
Momi, momi, momi, momi, monyu, monyu, monyu, mugyu, mugyu, mugyu
“Eh!? Wh-what is this!! Ahhn, ahhh♡ Iyyan, nooo~~. It’s making me feel strange~~!”
And with my perverted technique, a surprised Francine felt my fingers penetrate her vagina opening and anus. Then, I stimulated the subcutaneous tissue of the perineum from the vaginal wall and rectal sides. Coupled with her clitoris being played with, Francine foamed at the mouth, stopping just short of rolling her eyes back. It seemed to be a more vicious perverted technique than I had anticipated.
Ignoring Francine’s pitiful state, I expanded the loosened vagina opening by inserting my right index and middle fingers and stirring the flesh, while simultaneously inserting my left index and middle fingers into her anus to expand it. Furthermore, I squeezed and massaged the area between the vaginal canal and the rectum with both hands.
“I-I don’t like it. My crotch is… wiggling… — ”
At some point, Francine fainted.
Still, I continued the expansion, and just as I could insert my penis into either of the two holes, Francine awoke, but she seemed dazed. This is because she gushed again mid-act and reached orgasm.
Her face was vacant, and saliva dripped from her mouth. Looking down, her vagina was swollen bright red, and her clitoris was fully erect. Furthermore, the slit was sloppily wide, and juice dripped from her expanded vagina opening. Additionally, transparent mucus, likely intestinal fluid, dripped from her expanded anus.
Although Francine was stained with lust, I felt no disgust, as it was the result of my actions. And towards the defenseless Francine, another idea came to mind. It also seemed to be the right time for her to lose her virginity.
I cast a special “Healing Magic” on myself, restoring the amount of semen accumulated in my scrotum to its original state. Then, I concentrated mentally, circulating the Holy Aura within my body to my Dantian. I then guided the collected Holy Aura to my scrotum, transforming the semen within my testicles into Elixir.
What would happen if I injected this Elixir into Francine’s uterus!?
Likely, the demon possessing Francine’s corpse would be extinguished!? On the other hand, Francine’s remaining body would most likely decay along with the demon. The possibility of resurrection is not zero, but as most of the Elixir would be consumed in extinguishing the demon, the possibility is extremely slim.
However, I could not leave the demon unchecked.
And since I am exhausted, by the time I can make Elixir again, Francine’s corpse would have received irreparable damage. But I have to do it. With a stern heart, I lifted Francine’s dazed lower body.
“Since her vagina opening is on the underside, it’s best to connect in a doggy style.”
I put Francine in a prone position, placed a pillow under her abdomen, and lifted her hips. Then, I spread her legs, revealing her vagina opening, dripping juice.
“Forgive me, Francine. May your noble soul be welcomed into heaven.”
Then, I aligned my penis with her wet vagina opening and began to insert it. Francine’s vagina was tight, with pleasant, clinging soft folds.
“…………mn…………mnn…………mah…………”
Even after inserting, Francine’s consciousness did not become clear; only occasional moans could be heard. Then, I reached the narrow part of her vagina. Beyond this lies the hymen. I gathered strength in my waist and thrust in all at once.
“Break through~~!”
Zuko
“Ugyaaaaa~~!”
At the moment of losing her virginity, Francine let out a scream that did not sound like it came from a girl. At the same time, red, viscous “Scar of Bloodstain” dripped from the gap between her connected vagina opening and my penis.
“The virginity loss is complete.”
“……………”
Then, my penis, swallowed to the hilt, penetrated the vaginal canal all the way to the cervix. I slowly began to thrust.
Zuko, zuko, zuko, zuko
“Ah, ah, ah, ah.”
As I thrust, Francine moaned in unison, but her consciousness seemed muddled.
Zukko, zukko, zukko, zukko
Pan, pan, pan, pan
“Ah, ah, ah, ah.”
As I increased the speed of my thrusts, Francine’s lewd cries followed. I prefer missionary position for breaking virginity… but I can’t be picky.
Zukkozukko zukkozukko
Ban ban ban ban
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
At maximum speed, I thrust, and prepared to ejaculate the Elixir.
“Receive my feelings~~!”
Dobyu, dopyu, dobyuuu uuuu!
“!? Wh-what did you inject into me!? This is pure Holy Aura. The heavenly realm… — ”
The moment the Elixir was injected into her uterus, Francine, who should have been unable to speak, uttered a cold, female voice. Without a doubt, it was the voice of the demon lurking deep within Francine’s body.
The next moment, I withdrew my penis from her vagina and retreated to the wall.
“Ugyaaaaakuuugyaaaaaawaaaaaa”
Meanwhile, Francine writhed in agony, her face contorted into a demonic grimace. Then, a holy flame ignited in Francine’s abdomen. Since Holy Aura and miasma are opposite, they devour each other and cancel each other out.
Ultimately, it seemed the Holy Aura was superior in quantity to the miasma, and as the holy light vanished, it gently enveloped Francine’s now motionless body, like a normal resurrection. It seemed the Holy Aura was insufficient for resurrection.
Francine’s face had, at some point, become a peaceful expression of death.
However, with the disappearance of the demon, there was no sign of her body disintegrating.
“Is it… over!?”
Hesitantly, I approached Francine’s corpse from the wall. It seemed the demon had become a spiritual entity and possessed Francine’s corpse. If the body doesn’t disappear, I’ll have to bury her…
If only I could use Elixir now, I could resurrect her.
Sighing at my powerlessness, I tried to cover the naked corpse of Francine with a cloth, but.
Tokun
Tokun, tokun, tokun
“—… Suu… Suu… Suu… Suu…”
Incredibly, Francine breathed back to life.
After laboriously dressing Francine in the pure white panties I had removed and her black negligee, I laid her on the bed and then fell into a deep sleep myself, right beside her.
“Hal-sama, Hal-sama. Please wake up. It’s morning ♪”
“—… Ugh, ugh… Uwah!”
The one who woke me up was Francine, with whom I had completed the “First Night Ritual” last night. And she seemed to remember me. I suddenly woke up and checked Francine’s condition, finding that all traces of miasma and evil had vanished.
“Hal-sama, that was too much! To suddenly inject Elixir into my uterus!! My existence as a demon was erased!”
“Then… who are you!?”
“I am the residual thought of Lamines Naga, a mid-level demon, or rather, the remnant imprinted on Francine’s body.”
“But you’re alive, aren’t you!?”
“Yes, I lost my existence as a demon. Instead, my soul seems to be trapped in Francine’s soulless body. Francine’s memory was perfectly salvaged, so she only has fragments of her demonic memories.”
“Then, what will you do!?”
“I… will live as Francine Egmont Wirell. Hal-sama, who caused this, must also take responsibility and protect me ♪”
S-So, it is.”
It had become a strange situation. I felt I would have to introduce her to Lyushenne and the other party members of the “Princess Harem.” It was a very daunting prospect.
“Good morning, Hal-sama.”
“Good morning, Lyushenne.”
“Who is that unfamiliar woman next to you!?”
“Lyushenne. It makes me sad that you’ve forgotten my face…”
“N-no way! Francine Onee-sama!?”
“Yes, although we are half-sisters, I am happy to be reunited with Lyushenne, with whom I was close.”
Then, Lyushenne and Francine embraced tightly, rejoicing in their reunion. The party members who witnessed this sudden encounter also approached, watching from a distance.
“Hey, Swan Hilda. What do you think of Francine’s condition? Actually, last night—”
I explained the previous night’s events to Swan Hilda, a Valkyrie of the Lower God Clan.
“Undoubtedly, that girl has become a normal human. The Divine Realm will likely judge that the demon possessing her has been defeated. She also has memories of being a demon, but they will soon be buried and forgotten into oblivion.”
I was relieved to receive Swan Hilda’s endorsement.
“You mean that conniving, schemer Lamia, who pretended to be a strategist, survived!? She’s meant to be annihilated! She sent me to my death, that extremely evil snake woman!!”
Astarotte, the former succubus, seemed unconvinced. Lara_Berze and the other three former vampire sisters also joined in the noisy argument. For the record, it was Zolgelge, another strategist, who used Lara_Berze and the others as pawns.
Their conversation was about their amazement and admiration for the Lamia’s good fortune in surviving as a human despite the end of the Divine Realm’s salvation period.
“K-Kyaaaah~~!”
The next moment, Francine let out a scream like tearing silk.
“To think that even Francine-sama is alive now! This is the best day for me.”
Monyu, monyu, monyu, monyu
“Grandpa, don’t squeeze my butt~~. For me, this is the worst day~~!”
As usual, Princess Francine Egmont Wirell, the Third Princess, was being groped by the former Viscount Asunas Robert von Bottox. Still, it’s an unpleasant pattern for young maidens to have their buttocks squeezed…
Beside them, Lyushenne and Liliana watched with lukewarm gazes.
In the end, Francine decided to live as Princess Francine Egmont Wirell, the Third Princess, instead of adopting the name Flandol Ramia, the female adventurer, as the mid-level demon Lamina, Lamines Naga, had been vanquished. However, she decided to remain in the shadows, leaving the position of Empress to Lyushenne, who was born of the legitimate wife.
This, in its own way, seemed like an ending.
Then, clear tears flowed down Francine’s cheeks.
What thoughts were passing through her mind!?
However, Lyushenne stated that she would fully support Francine.
And Francine also seemed poised to become a good supporter of Lyushenne.
And our journey as the “Princess Harem” continues. In the end, Francine joined them, making the eight of us staying with the Former Viscount Bottox.
Next, as Alicia promised, I have to go to the city of Karamiya and meet the interim governor, Earl Hans Ignot Von Iglewaas, and his daughter, Miss Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas.
Thank you for reading.
This concludes the bulk submission for Episode 54.
I will report on the continuation in the activity report.
