The Dirt-Poor Colonial Private Wears the Princess's Corset 8 (Negotiation)
Originally, Princess Leticia would occasionally sit in on negotiations with other nations.
The reason was simple: when the continent’s most beautiful woman attended, the talks tilted overwhelmingly in Astria’s favor.
“Welcome. You’ve come a long way to reach Astria. Thank you for your trouble.”
To every eye in the room I was Leticia Ritz Astria, the continent’s supreme beauty—brilliant features, a lush figure, a voice that charmed as she smiled and greeted the envoys.
I drew on her memories and played the youngest princess with easy, brazen grace.
The Astrian diplomats, already somewhat used to my looks, tried hard to focus on the talks. But the Arukas Kingdom’s envoys had no such immunity. The entire meeting their gazes stayed locked on the deep valley of my breasts framed by the dress and the shadowed place high between my crossed thighs.
I could feel their attention crumbling. Their reaction left me half-startled and half-proud as a beautiful woman.
I glanced at the mirror behind the negotiation table.
A goddess of a woman…
The figure in the dress held me captive. She was so delicate and lovely, yet at the same time she radiated dignity and a holy light, glittering as if a halo shone around her.
I smiled softly at my own reflection.
Even now, she was truly beautiful.
At that smile the envoys’ faces flushed deeper still. Their cocks were surely hard, blood pounding in their heads; concentration was impossible.
“Your Highness of Arukas is most generous…”
By the end of the talks we had secured far greater advantages than expected. Perhaps they believed that grand concessions would win the attention of the continent’s greatest beauty. I could not understand such foolishness, yet I offered the polite compliments anyway.
They signed the agreement even while taking heavy losses. That prince would surely be flayed alive by his king once he returned home—and still he stood there grinning like an idiot, none the wiser.
“Thanks to you, Leticia, the negotiations concluded most smoothly. I am grateful.”
“You flatter me, Father.”
“We gained more than we anticipated. Where do you think this money should be spent?”
For a moment the family I had left behind in Latvia rose in my mind. War had ravaged them; food was scarce and poverty never left their side. I wanted to help them in whatever way I now could.
“I believe we should use it to build an orphanage and a school for the war refugees of Latvia.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Though the recent civil war has weakened them, the history books show Latvia is a nation of resilience. By aiding them in their hardship, we will make them feel that Astrian rule is just.”
“How clever you are, Leticia. You will oversee the project yourself.”
“Thank you, Father.”
After the talks we held an evening banquet. We moved to a private room in the banquet hall. The Prince of Arukas was already waiting, standing by the table. When I approached he drew out a chair for me. I sat with feminine grace, right hand modestly covering my chest while my left smoothed the hem of the dress over my hips.
As the prince returned to his own seat I saw the tent pitched in his trousers. I pretended not to notice. I had once been a man myself; I understood well enough the primitive reaction a beautiful woman could provoke.
Only last week I had eaten army mess every day. Now I savored the finest cuisine of Astria, the continent’s greatest power. The food melted on my tongue; I wore a faint, enigmatic smile.
Throughout the meal the Prince of Arukas kept stealing glances at my pretty, generous breasts. I continued to play the innocent, and his longing only grew sharper. Having been a man, I knew exactly what he felt and laughed inwardly all the harder. Outwardly I kept my cool, refined air, and the prince fell deeper still.
The light wine I had drunk began to warm me.
When the meal ended and I rose to take my leave, the prince followed.
“Allow me to escort you, Princess. Heh-heh.”
Despite the offer he mumbled, clumsy with words, and his conversation was dull.
Click-clack. The sound of high heels carried me toward my chambers. Realizing that the click-clack was not another woman’s shoes but my own heels sent a fresh thrill through me.
We reached the door. Time to part.
“Princess… I like you. In a month I would like to come not for diplomacy but privately. Will you see me again?”
The Prince of Arukas gazed at me with desperate eyes.
“Mm. I know you are a good man, Your Highness, but I think it best we remain friends. We only met today, and I am not yet ready to meet anyone.”
His face fell into reluctant acceptance. Even as a friend he could keep looking at so beautiful a woman; that alone was enough.
“It was a pleasure meeting you today, Your Highness. I must be going now—”
Before I finished he lunged. His lips crashed against mine. The beast who had been drooling over my cherry-red mouth could no longer restrain his instinct. It happened so suddenly that even I was startled—yet at the same time I felt myself swayed by his confident, manly force. This was a woman’s body now; the reaction was natural, I told myself.
Smack!
I slapped his cheek.
“Your Highness… I am truly disappointed. I will overlook today’s discourtesy, but I do not think we can even remain friends from now on.”
I opened the door, entered Princess Leticia’s chambers, and locked it behind me.
“Princess! Forgive me just this once! It was my fault!”
“Your Highness… please leave. I am truly disappointed in you today.”
Guards arrived swiftly and escorted him out. I sank into the chair the princess favored and steadied my breath.
“Princess! Forgive me!”
Ah—he was still making a scene outside. How pitiful. Did he truly have to go this far?
He understands a woman’s heart so little… nothing but a beast…
Knock-knock.
“Princess, we have come to assist with your bath.”
The maids undid the knots of the dress and began to help me out of it. In the mirror her full breasts swelled richly. Garter belt and stockings came next; only panties and corset remained.
Looking into the mirror, I grew aroused without meaning to. First the corset loosened; the gathered, generous breasts spilled free with a soft bounce, pink nipples perched daintily upon them.
I stepped into the prepared tub. A maid washed my body with reverence, as though handling a priceless treasure. Then she smoothed fragrant oil over my skin. Fatigue melted away in the bath. The maids dried me next. Neither drying nor dressing herself was a princess’s duty; all I needed to do was stand still so I would not hinder them while they clothed me piece by piece, as one dresses a doll.
Soft cloth drank the moisture from my skin. Wind-enchanted tools dried my damp golden hair. Panties went on; last came a silk slip trimmed with white lace, the fabric cool and smooth against me.
“Is there anything else you require, Princess?”
“No. You’ve worked hard again today.”
They bowed and withdrew.
Late at night, alone in the most beautiful palace room in the world—Silver Moon’s princess suite—I wondered what the original Princess Leticia used to do at this hour.
…
Ah. For the past year, at this very time, she had thought of Crown Prince Richard and masturbated…
The original princess had been quite the lewd woman herself.
I looked into the mirror.
Cobalt-blue eyes shining with beauty, a high nose, red lips, a face like a goddess, skin pure white—women envied her, men lusted after her, the perfect body praised as the continent’s greatest beauty. The treasure of Astria, courted by the crown prince, foreign princes, and countless heroes.
“These breasts…! The crown prince and that idiot prince must have wanted to touch them so badly. Soft and yielding like this, and I alone get to monopolize them.”
Through the slip I slowly brushed the tips of my nipples.
“Hnn…!”
Pleasure like electricity raced through my body. Barely a fingertip’s touch, yet a moan escaped. (This body is… truly wanton.) Unused to a woman’s pleasure, I could not control it. The peaks that had swollen from the earlier stimulation now stood hard.
Amazing… The princess’s body is this sensitive… The lightest touch and the nipples harden at once. My hands would not stop. Reason tried to restrain me, but instinct was stronger.
I began kneading the breasts more firmly. Leticia’s breasts overflowed between my fingers; their texture and the pleasure they gave were overwhelming. The pleasure only excited me further.
“Nngh…… ah! Nngh……!”
“This is bad… At this rate I’ll really go mad….”
With both hands I squeezed, rolled them side to side, bounced them up and down, circled them—shaping those magnificent breasts into ever more lewd forms.
So lewd…… The princess’s body is this lewd…… Amazing…
If they’re this big… I might even be able to bring one to my mouth…
I lifted my left breast gently and pulled my chin down until it reached my lips. The erect nipple filled my vision. Just a little more effort and it would rest inside my mouth. I stretched my tongue desperately.
The hard little bud pressed between Princess Leticia’s cherry lips. At the same instant a tremendous pleasure flooded me—a rapture I had never known.
“Hnnngh!!”
(Sucking my own nipple with my own tongue……!)
Something utterly impossible in a man’s body. My face flushed; a dreamy expression settled over it. Both elastic peaks were free of the slip; I suckled one while rolling it with my tongue, craving more.
While I caressed only my breasts, an ache throbbed below.
(…I want to touch it.)
That was the truth. No—instinct. So, even while hesitating, I slowly reached for my crotch. I knew that once I went farther there would be no turning back. Yet every inch of skin had grown so sensitive that the itch only worsened. My hand descended. Inside the panties my fingers met the fine pubic hair; I stroked it lightly. I spread my legs wider, opening the vagina so my fingers could slip deeper.
“Aaaah!”
Hooked fingers stabbed the sensitive spot hard.
“Haang… hnnngh…”
I stirred the honey pot, savoring the wet sounds. My toes curled tight; my hips lifted of their own accord. The absurdly lewd figure of Princess Leticia reflected in the mirror only drove my excitement higher.
(It feels so good… The princess’s pussy! It feels this good!)
The vaginal walls twitched and convulsed… love juices leaked out like urine. I moved my fingers even more violently.
Huff, huff, huff…
My breathing quickened. Climax was near. (Deep inside is trembling so hard it shows no sign of stopping.) To be convulsing like this… so filthy…… Ah, I can’t hold back any longer! I want to come just like this, in the princess’s body!
Something seemed to surge up from my belly. In that instant a fierce wave of pleasure struck, and something like urine gushed from my vagina. I climaxed while spraying shamefully hard. The insides pulsed again and again, releasing more fluid.
I could think of nothing… I exhaled deeply, somehow steadying my breath…
Once my breathing calmed I understood clearly.
Every time I masturbated in this body, memories of the body returned. Today there had been many things I could never have managed without Princess Leticia’s memories. Yet thanks to the memories gained from yesterday’s masturbation I had handled them naturally. And now, after this second climax, the memories grew even clearer—not only memories, but Princess Leticia’s thoughts, habits, and way of thinking were seeping into me.
Ideas that a colonial private could never have conceived came easily. I could offer my father opinions on negotiation strategy and how to invest the gains. Mere recollection alone would not allow that.
Yet the memories of colonial private Kite did not vanish. It was as though I now carried two lives’ worth of memories, and whatever was needed always surfaced first as “Leticia’s.” Not even a week had passed since the swap, yet I felt Kite’s priorities steadily falling lower.
Astria’s youngest princess Leticia and the colonial private Kite had switched. Not only the body—my mind was changing as well.
But there was no real choice. From now on I had no choice but to live as “Leticia.” For that, this body’s memories and ways of thinking were necessary.
After every bath I waited for the time when I was alone in the room. The splendid palace chamber that had once felt merely interesting and unfamiliar grew more familiar with every recovered memory, becoming my own space. Daily life no longer hindered me. I could keep up with royal education. I began to think I no longer needed to masturbate just to reclaim memories.
Yet the first masturbation I experienced after becoming a woman had felt so good that I was willing to lose my own heart and thoughts for it. Every night at this hour, inside this room, I cast a soundproofing spell and masturbated as Leticia. Knowing the erogenous zones the princess favored, my skill at wringing pleasure from a woman’s body only improved. Little by little I came to know Princess Leticia, and both body and mind turned into the princess’s. I accepted that fact.
These D-cup breasts were growing smoothly; before long they would reach the G-cups of the queen, I felt. The long, lovely golden hair, the face praised as the continent’s finest—I was accepting them all as mine.
Still, a fragile scrap of attachment remained. In the end it was not parents or friends I thought of, but Rosie. I regretted not confessing to her like a man when I had the chance. She was… “my” first love. Even that tender feeling would gradually fade…
I looked into the mirror again. Unlike the first day when the sight of the beautiful woman made me want to rut, now she simply looked beautiful—simply my own body.
I was studying the diplomatic portion of royal education… difficult, since it was my first time. Review, then prepare ahead. I pulled myself together, sat at the desk, and decided to apply myself to my studies.
While studying, a thought suddenly struck me.
I had become completely “Leticia Ritz Astria”… but had that man become “Kite”?
The next time I met him would probably be next summer, around the crown prince’s birthday. What had become of the original princess? Had she, like me, grown completely used to her present body and life? Or was she still living as a private with a princess’s heart?
If she still carried a princess’s heart… perhaps I ought to help her. The man who had given me this wonderful body should be allowed to live properly as colonial private Kite, the body that was now his. If I gave him a paizuri with these generous breasts… the one who had once been the princess would surely be happy.