The Dirt-Poor Colonial Private Wears the Princess's Corset 7 (First Masturbation)
Before long the night had deepened, and without warning thunder cracked across the sky as thick raindrops began to pour.
I shut the window and returned to stand before the full-length mirror.
Gazing at the flawless beauty reflected there, I whispered in a low voice.
"Lord Kite… please treat me roughly tonight."
The voice that slipped from my lips rang through the room, pure and sultry enough to raise gooseflesh.
The instant those lewd words left me, a dizzying excitement surged through my body as though the blood in my veins had hit boiling point.
I traced the lace trim of the dress collar with my fingertips.
The cool, luxurious silk under my touch only drove my pounding heart faster.
Before the mirror I began to explore my own body, slow and deliberate.
Watching myself, I laid a hand over the breathlessly swollen breasts.
From the delicate shoulders to the full, straining mounds of flesh, the impossibly narrow waist that could be spanned by two hands, and the lushly rounded hips that flared out again—my fingertips traced a fantastical S-curve.
I imagined myself as a man… defiling this noble female form.
The sacred beauty of a great kingdom's princess, her purity stripped away and corrupted by the basest of male hands—the dizzying scene of a woman who had stood so elegantly in her splendid dress now forgetting all shame and collapsing into wantonness. That twisted fantasy battered my reason without mercy.
"Haaaah…"
What… am I even doing right now…?
Yet I could not hold back the rising heat. I roughly yanked open the front of the dress.
The dazzling breasts that had been hidden spilled free. My face in the mirror flushed scarlet.
Unrealistically large yet perfectly balanced, the two mounds flaunted their shape with arrogant pride.
Toward Princess Leticia's breasts—now attached to my body—I carefully reached out a hand.
The moment my fingertips brushed them as though handling the world's greatest treasure, a sensitivity beyond imagination made me flinch and grimace.
"Nngh!"
The first contact of my fingers was a shock that felt as if it had struck straight into my brain.
It was a tingling pleasure, and at the same time a faint ache.
I realized for the first time in my life that even the lightest graze of those red tips could make this place so uncontrollably sensitive, and the discovery left me stunned.
A faint guilt mixed with thick perversion, yet I finally seized both massive breasts in my hands.
Large, beautiful flesh that overflowed even when my palms were full.
Despite their size they never sagged; they held a firm, springy elasticity.
These were the princess's pure breasts that no man had ever dared touch. When I gently kneaded them, a softness beyond imagination flooded my palms.
Through the dress's undergarments I could clearly feel the stiffly risen nipples.
I rubbed those tips while roughly working both hands up and down.
Every nerve in my body seemed to gather at the peaks of my chest as I panted hot breaths.
The moment I touched Princess Leticia's breasts, my mind no longer operated on a man's logic.
My own chest being endlessly kneaded from inside the dress—that vivid sensation branded deep into my bones the truth that I had truly become Princess Leticia.
"Haang… it feels… too good…"
Once lit, the lust burned as if it would not stop until reduced to ash.
From my lower body rose a seething heat I had never known in my days as a private in the defense force—something unbearably sticky and insistent.
Perhaps I had gone completely into heat for the overwhelmingly beautiful "me" shining in the mirror.
"Mmngh, hwaang… ah, ang!"
A woman's pleasure I was tasting for the first time.
The unknown territory of the princess's body heating up drove me mad.
No… I can't stop…
In the midst of the excitement every sense in my body grew grotesquely sharp.
Come to think of it, I had been instinctively pinpointing this body's erogenous zones from the start.
Even secret places a man like me should never have known… I was unconsciously toying with myself.
Princess Leticia's fully exposed breasts were beautiful far beyond imagination. Atop the perfectly risen round mounds, soft pink nipples stood shyly yet stiffly erect.
I flicked those tips lightly with a fingertip.
"Hyeuk!"
Already swollen and sensitive, the nipples shot a hot current to the crown of my head at the mere brush of a nail.
"It hurts… it hurts, and yet… this is what the princess feels…"
My heart threatened to burst at the sight of myself in the mirror, gasping and drowning in pleasure.
"Aaaah! Ang!"
An involuntary, lewd cry tore free.
As I moved my hands slowly from the outer curves inward, the marshmallow softness gradually tensed and heated.
Assimilating into the princess's sensations, I gradually softened my caresses into something sticky and lingering.
The stinging pain soon melted into a tingling pleasure that dissolved the brain.
A quality of yearning emptiness completely different from my days as a private now ruled my lower abdomen.
As a man I would have seized my cock in an explosive urge.
But now only a teasing, sticky heat swirled between my legs.
"Haaaah… no more… I can't…"
I cast hesitation aside, hiked up the dress skirt, and thrust my right hand downward.
Stroking the smooth thighs sent a pleasant spark through my whole body, and I exhaled a sweet sigh.
The lewd image of myself in the mirror, skirts lifted by my own hands, doubled the pleasure.
Even more aroused, I reached without hesitation toward the panties.
There, instead of a man's crude symbol, lay the secret cleft unique to a woman.
The soft mound that rose gently and then dropped into the crotch.
In my private days I had never imagined a woman's mound could hold such a spine-tingling sensation.
Even the lightest brush of my fingertip against that secret seam made my back shudder.
When I traced Princess Leticia's private place with my own hand, a sensual cry I could hardly believe was mine burst out.
"Haaaah… haat…"
Wanting to see that secret place with my own eyes, I hiked the dress all the way to my waist.
The sight of the vivid pink lace panties completely shattered my reason.
I yanked the bothersome panties down and left them hanging loosely around my left ankle, then spread my legs and looked down at my lower body.
"Ah, haah… Lord Kite… put it in… now…"
Drunk on the filthy line I had spoken myself, I finally brought my fingers to that wet cleft.
Because I stood with legs spread, I could feel the noble princess's symbol already sensitive and open even before I touched it.
To someone who had been a man, it was a strange and uncanny sensation—as if the entire crotch had been split open.
"Haaaahk… nngh, huu…"
When my finger slid along the seam, a cool yet electric sensation scraped down my spine.
I slowly, greedily stared at the princess's most precious place.
Even without proper caressing, it was already slick and glistening. Sticky female secretions coated my fingertips heavily.
The very place every man in the world would give his life to shove himself into.
The supreme vista possessed by the noblest woman on earth.
Small red petals parted shyly there, and from between them sweet-scented honey flowed without pause.
Deeper inside the opened seam, dense red folds waited like fish scales. Past the lips, an entirely different soft membrane could be felt.
Observing my own fully spread crotch, a maddening excitement surged up.
I stared hard at the cleft and scraped the wet seam over and over with an upright finger.
In the mirror, Princess Leticia panted with a face dyed red by shame and pleasure.
Aroused by that fallen expression, I worked my fingers frantically.
The sensations the princess's body felt flowed straight into my soul.
I had become completely addicted to the act of defiling my own perfectly beautiful body.
Ah, good… so good I could go crazy…
Like a princess discovering secret play for the first time, I—who had originally been Kite—sank into this overwhelming swamp of pleasure.
I lifted my soaked right hand before my eyes.
When I pressed index finger and thumb together and pulled them apart, clear sticky love juice stretched in a long string.
The texture was similar to a man's semen, yet the far sweeter, fishier scent of a female stimulated my nose.
"Hah, hah, hah…"
Even panting out such lewd, heated breaths was because this body had become a female in heat.
"Ahaaaat!"
Letting out a sweet cry, I lightly rubbed the small, sensitive bud sitting above the cleft. In that instant a sharp pleasure so intense it flashed white before my eyes slammed through my whole body.
A single light touch and an unconscious scream tore free.
Once I began rubbing that place, my fingers moved on their own as if ruled by instinct—scraping, grinding, clawing at the bud.
Here… right here feels so good…!
Rolling a finger between the shell-like lips, I flicked that sharply risen bean-like lump.
A massive shock and pleasure as if electrocuted.
A sensation utterly different in intensity and density from a man's climax.
In an instant my brain went numb and I was thoroughly drunk on the pleasure.
"Haang, ah, at, nngh, hyeuk…!"
My legs, chasing the pleasure by instinct, closed of their own accord and clamped my fingers tight inside the cleft.
"Haaaah…"
I tilted my chin up and swallowed the hot breath pouring from my mouth.
The sensitive membranes of my crotch still radiated a sharp, lingering aftershock.
Tasting that dense afterglow so different from a man's ejaculation, I floated for a moment in rapture.
"Huu…"
Only after drawing several ragged breaths did I lower my raised head.
With eyes still glazed by pleasure I glared at myself in the mirror.
The princess's climax stimulated me to madness.
When the excitement reached its peak, my lower belly began to clench as if it would burst.
Ah… it's coming. Something enormous is rushing in!
The instant the climax the princess's body felt crossed with the excitement of my reason, something vast exploded inside me.
Brilliant sparks flew inside my skull as liquid pleasure burst through my veins and flooded my entire body.
Unable to control my violently trembling form, I only accelerated the fingers grinding my crotch.
Princess Leticia's perfect body arched taut as a drawn bowstring and shuddered.
My fingers had already plunged deep into the moist flesh.
In that moment my vision flashed pure white and reason completely fled.
Yet the blank of pleasure soon returned as an even denser shiver.
Aaaah…
This deep, sticky joy. A perfect climax I had never once tasted as a man.
Sticky love juice trickled down my plump thighs.
A tidal wave of pleasure that seemed to tear the soul apart.
Even so my fingers never stopped; they madly dug into the slick empty space where a man's symbol had been lost.
Unable to endure the pleasure, the beautiful body collapsed onto the floor like a puppet with cut strings.
Yet the fingertips ruled by instinct still would not stop.
Into that place never yet granted to anyone—so tight and hot—my fingers invaded without restraint. They violated the vaginal walls like independent living things already free of my will.
"Aang♥ Aaaat♥ Haang♥ Nngh♥ Hwaaang♥!"
"Aaaaaah!!"
Once more my vision flashed white.
A dizzying sensation as if swept away by waves.
Into the abyss called "invisible pleasure," I sank helplessly.
And within the afterglow of that climax, a vast tidal wave of memory surged into my mind.
It was the trajectory of a perfectly brilliant life—the complete opposite of the memories of living as the lowly colonial maggot Kite.
Born the youngest daughter of the continent's foremost royal house and raised with nothing lacking, that radiant life flickered past like a revolving lantern.
Growing up in Silvermoon Palace. The gentle king and queen.
The eldest brother's laughter, the prickly yet clever second brother. Iola the maid who was like family. Gilbert the Swordmaster who swore to protect me for life.
Childhood games in the garden behind the eastern palace, the strict etiquette and manners of the royal house.
Passing through a childhood when small breasts had been a complex, the sensation of my body blooming into a captivating woman from the age of sixteen.
The confusion of first menstruation, the aching swell as buds formed in my breasts. Memories of constantly needing new dresses as the body grew and garments grew tight.
The jealous gazes of maids who stole glances at the swelling mounds, and the beast-like stares of soldiers and knights that made me feel burdened.
And the sex education my mother—once the continent's greatest beauty in her youth—had secretly taught me.
How men and women joined bodies, how to drive a man mad, and how to reach pleasure alone.
The days after debuting in society when I was praised as one of the continent's three great beauties and suitors poured in.
Nights spent haughtily writing letters of refusal while hearing that the empire's strongest knight commander, heroes, and princes had fallen lovesick for me.
And… Crown Prince Richard, the first for whom I had felt romantic affection.
The waltz at the ball, the sweet confession and first kiss.
The longing to make love with him and receive his seed deep inside me.
At the end of those memories I faced an unbelievable truth.
Barely a year ago, the night I returned from the crown prince's birthday party.
After a warm bath, "Leticia" stepped out onto the balcony wearing only a short gown.
The princess whose body heated as she recalled Richard's confession and the beastly sight of the front of his trousers bulging as he looked at her.
Imagining in her mind that sculpted handsome man squeezing her breasts, spreading her thighs and thrusting his thick rod deep…
That noble Princess Leticia had been rubbing her own legs together, hiking up her skirt, and fingering her own pussy.
A memory of intense climax that erased time and space.
Her secret, panting on the bed in exhaustion and afterglow.
Collapsed before the full-length mirror, I gasped for rough breath and understood.
The breathtaking fact that this pure and sacred goddess of beauty had, in truth, been in heat in her own room, obscenely fingering her pussy like this.
Even I have to admit… who would ever imagine a noble princess enjoyed such filthy acts?
The secret, private pleasures only the precious daughter of a great power was meant to know had been completely absorbed by the lowly private Kite.
Even now my ragged breaths quietly filled the room.
My full breasts rose and fell violently in time with the rough breathing.
The sense of alienation—that this body was not mine, that I had entered someone else's consciousness—had vanished without a trace.
Instead it felt almost suffocatingly comfortable.
Because the peerless beauty panting in the afterglow of pleasure before the mirror was unmistakably "myself."
My existence had not disappeared. I had simply been reborn as the most perfect and lewd female in the world.
I staggered slowly to my feet. The massive breasts swayed heavily.
Inside me, the perfect "Leticia Ritz Astria" was opening her eyes.
My name is… Leticia Ritz Astria.
I whispered arrogantly to myself.
The life I would live from now on was the brilliant life of "Princess Leticia," Astria's pure treasure.
On the surface a lofty and beautiful sacred princess praised by everyone on the continent.
But when night fell, a fallen woman who hiked up her own skirt before the mirror and indulged in pleasure.
The fact that I had stolen and now ruled her body, her memories, her beloved family and honor—everything—aroused me beyond reason.
I elegantly straightened the disordered dress and smiled at the mirror.
The extravagant court parties, balls, and tea gatherings that would continue from next week rose in my mind.
Every outstanding man in the world would kneel at my feet and court me; every woman would shed tears of blood in jealousy of me.
I would reign above them all, haughty and elegant.
Never again would I swallow dust while running drills in an army crawling with filthy men.
Every day in Silvermoon Palace, the most luxurious on the continent, I would wear the most dazzling dresses and indulge in power and pleasure.
I decided, completely, to live as Princess Leticia.