The Colonial Dirt-Spoon Private Wears the Princess's Corset 12
It won't be long now… time to dance with my partner, yet Brother Richard still hasn't arrived… Hing…
The sound of a door opening set the crowd murmuring at once. Every gaze swung toward a single point, and in that instant my heart began to pound. I knew at once that the crown prince had arrived.
A year had passed since I traded places with Princess Leticia. Because the crown prince had been occupied with training, we had only ever exchanged letters; we had never once met face to face. Yet I recognized him at a single glance. He was exactly the man I had pictured in my mind.
Golden hair framed a refined face, and his manly gaze seized me completely. Though I had never seen him before, his elegant bearing and irresistible charm left no doubt he was the crown prince. Blond locks, sharp features, charismatic eyes, and lips curved in a faint, captivating smile. He wore a tailored ensemble embroidered in deep blue and silver, elegant gold epaulettes on his shoulders, a sleek black belt at his waist. Men and women alike were so enthralled that not even a breath could be heard.
Crown Prince Richard walked on with cool indifference to those stares. My heart raced like that of a girl falling in love for the first time, and I could not tear my eyes from him.
At the prince's side, Princess Adelia radiated an elegant, feminine air. Her face was a work of art bestowed by heaven itself—crystal-clear eyes and a lovely smile that set every man's heart fluttering. Her breasts, though smaller than mine, were still fuller than those of most women, and the exotic patterns and exquisite chiffon of her gown blended into a captivating whole. The bodice subtly revealed her cleavage, combining sexiness, elegance, and cuteness at once. A cinched waistline emphasized her slender figure, while tiered pleated skirts completed her feminine silhouette. A diamond-studded tiara crowned her head, making her shine all the brighter.
Behind them strode Marquis Carlo of the Imperial Guard. He was not as handsome as Crown Prince Richard, yet his looks were undeniably fine. He stood over 190 centimeters, with a firm jawline and an aquiline nose. His deep-brown eyes held a trace of coldness. Short black hair, a muscular frame forged by training that only heightened his masculinity. He wore the formal uniform of the Guard: a crisp black jacket, a gold-ornamented belt, and white trousers, a decoration of his marquis rank gleaming on his shoulder. His bearing was confident and competitive as he escorted the prince and princess flawlessly.
The surrounding guests held their breath, captivated by the entrance of Crown Prince Richard and Princess Adelia. Some whispered praise for their unmatched beauty and grace.
"His Highness's charisma and Her Highness's beauty truly surpass all imagination."
Crown Prince Richard and Princess Adelia moved slowly through the crowd toward me, the guest of honor. As the three of them parted the throng, I could no longer hide how my heart fluttered. The nearer they came, the wilder my heartbeat grew. When the prince drew close, my heart thundered as if a storm raged inside my chest. I tried to meet his gaze, yet shyness forced me to look away.
I could not remain demurely still. Lifting my skirts just enough, I stepped toward him. The delicate fabric whispered against my fingertips. Gracefully, one step after another, I approached Crown Prince Richard. My ankles moved freely beneath the gown, the dress swaying softly around my body with every motion. My hair fluttered lightly; each subtle bounce of my breasts brought a pleasant brush of silk against my skin.
At last our eyes met. His gaze was mesmerizing, making my chest tremble. His smile was warm as gentle sunlight, his eyes sharp yet filled with tender heat. I sank deeper into that look. In that moment our meeting felt like destiny itself.
As Crown Prince Richard and Princess Adelia reached me, I drew a deep breath to compose myself and greet them. They stood elegantly before me, smiling as they offered their regards. Grasping my skirts with both hands, I curtsied with perfect grace; my full breasts swayed softly within the gown, a sensation that felt newly exquisite and only heightened my feminine allure.
"Crown Prince Richard, it has been a full year, has it not? I have missed you so terribly. You must have been exhausted traveling from the Empire."
I felt every eye in the room fixed upon me and took still greater care. My quiet, beautiful smile and elegant bearing only made them regard me as an even lovelier woman. Once more I met the prince's gaze. Admiration and love filled his eyes; a special chemistry crackled between us in that instant.
Crown Prince Richard stepped closer and took my hand. His warm fingers enclosed mine, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my hand.
"Princess Leticia! Happy birthday."
Subtle affection and curiosity shone in his eyes. The moment his lips touched my skin, a shiver ran through me. His scent and the warmth of his breath only made me more giddy.
Princess Adelia approached as well and greeted me courteously.
"Princess Leticia, how wonderful to see you. It has been a year for us too, hasn't it? From Latvia, hehe. I hope we can make lovely memories together. Let's be close friends."
She smiled into my eyes—warm, kind, reassuring. Then she leaned to my ear.
"Kite, long time no see, hehe."
She took my hand and laughed softly.
"Princess Leticia, would you honor me with a dance on this beautiful night?"
I took his hand and nodded.
"Gladly."
Together we moved to the dance floor. As the orchestra began a slow, sweet melody, Brother Richard extended his hand; I placed mine in his. A thrill raced through my entire body the moment our hands met. He drew me close and guided me onto the floor. When our bodies touched, I felt the fierce heat and strength of his embrace and the electric current flowing between us.
His hand settled gently along the curve of my waist; warmth seeped through the thin silk of my gown. My own hand rested on his shoulder, sensing the firm muscle beneath the elegant fabric. As we began to move with the rhythm, I became acutely aware of every point of contact. The sensation of our bodies pressed together was thrilling and addictive.
With every step, every turn, I felt myself melting into the dance's enchanting power; a wave of delicious wickedness washed over me. Whenever our eyes met, the depth and intensity of his gaze held me captive. I could feel that look with my whole body. As we moved, our forms seemed to become one. His scent mingled with the sweet perfume on my skin, creating a heady, intoxicating fragrance that threatened to sweep me away.
With each rising beat the dance grew more heated. My silk dress brushed softly against his trousers, whispering a secret language of desire—a silent promise of a night filled with passion and rapture. My full, heavy breasts pressed against the prince's chest; the contact sent thrills and ecstasy through me at once. When he murmured sweet words in a low, husky voice, his warm breath tickled my ear. It felt as though only Brother Richard and I existed in the world.
As the music slowed to signal the dance's end, we began a final turn, never breaking eye contact. The hem of my gown flared gracefully while I leaned fully into his arm. The moment I settled into his embrace, security and happiness filled my chest. At the music's climax he pulled me still closer, enveloping us both in a passionate, fervent hug. The touch of his hands on my body and the intensity of his gaze grew deliciously wicked; I wanted more.
When the final note faded and applause filled the hall, the prince released me from his arms, yet his eyes never left me. Hand in hand we left the floor, and I began to wonder about the future bound by the passion and desire that had ignited this unforgettable night.
After the dance, Crown Prince Richard bowed deeply to me. Respect and gratitude shone in his gaze.
"Princess Leticia, thank you for dancing with me on this beautiful night. I shall never forget this evening as long as I live."
I smiled in reply.
"Nor shall I, Crown Prince Richard. Tonight will remain in my memory for a long time."
Thus we spent the rest of the party conscious of each other, creating beautiful memories. The dance with Crown Prince Richard became an eternal treasure. From that night onward, a strange new feeling seemed to sprout between us.
Afterward I found a quiet corner to rest. Only then did I notice people hovering nearby, their eyes clearly wishing to dance with me. Yet after that dizzying waltz with the prince, none dared take a single step closer. Was it because I was rumored to be the most beautiful woman on the continent? Or because our dance had shone so brilliantly that they hesitated? Perhaps they simply needed more courage.
Once I had been a colonial male soldier who could never even attend such a party. Now everything was different. Transformed into a princess, my body was wrapped in a magnificent gown, my face radiant with dazzling beauty. The difference was beyond words. The people lingering nearby stared with faint longing, their gazes almost caressing my form. Yet none approached. My beauty and exalted rank intimidated them into silence.
Princess Adelia lightly linked her arm through mine and smiled.
"Princess Leticia, once again, happy birthday."
I smiled back.
"Thank you, Princess Adelia."
In truth, a year ago Princess Adelia and I had been a Latvian soldier and an old mage. Through an ancient relic we had stolen the bodies of a princess and a princess, and ever since we had lived their lives. Once we had sat in a shabby tavern in hole-ridden rags, drinking dark beer and cheap snacks. Now we enjoyed sumptuous gowns and fine cocktails, savoring the noble life of another land. In each other's eyes we shared a subtle complicity, recalling those days. Yet we continued smiling and chatting so no one around us would notice. Concealing the truth of our swapped bodies, we had decided to live new lives in this world. Now we intended to enjoy every privilege of high birth and open a new chapter.
Adelia and I exchanged faint smiles and began to talk.
"Princess Adelia, you are dazzlingly beautiful. Your tiara is utterly enchanting, and the gown is so lovely. It suits you perfectly~"
"Thank you, Princess Leticia. You yourself are truly radiant tonight. That dress becomes you wonderfully."
She laughed.
"Really? Thank you, Your Highness."
"I think I understand why Brother Richard has lost his heart to you. Come to think of it, the two of us are called the twin beauties of the continent."
"Ah, to be called that… it's rather embarrassing. But if it is alongside Your Highness, even such a title is something to be proud of. Oh! Does Brother Richard truly have an interest in me?"
"Ah… this is a secret—don't tell Brother~"
She leaned close and whispered.
"Do you remember? Back then we used to dream of reversing our fortunes while drinking dark beer and eating cheap snacks. I'll never forget the day we went to the brothel together either."
"We did, didn't we? Those times were fun too. And now that I look… ah, there's Lady Irene and Rosie. Funny—I once thought those two were the most beautiful women in the world. Now they just look ordinary."
"Exactly. Compared to the face I see in the mirror every day, everyone else seems so plain."
Adelia wore an ironic smile. We shared laughter while reminiscing about the past. Then she asked with a sly smile,
"Princess Leticia, now that we have become beautiful women… I am curious. With what kind of man would you like to spend a very special night?"
My face flushed. I lowered my eyes for a moment, then answered in a whisper.
"Truthfully, only a year ago I thought that if I could sleep with the maid Rosie I would feel as though I owned the world. But now… I find myself wanting to try that experience with a man. With the crown prince…"
Adelia laughed in delighted surprise.
"Ehehe, oh my! Princess Leticia, hehe. How naughty, hehe."
She leaned close again and whispered into my ear.
"Actually, I have already… had sex as a woman. It was naughty and deliciously wicked."
A faint blush colored her cheeks. I was startled yet filled with curiosity.
"Truly? Who was it?"
Adelia murmured,
"Grand Duke Dex, the one I danced with today. He was so warm and considerate. In his arms I was utterly happy. In fact, I plan to spend tonight with him as well. So when will you sleep with our Brother, hehe?"
I hesitated, then said,
"The crown prince and I are not yet at that stage."
Adelia nodded.
"If you were to seduce him… every man here would fall. Hmph… don't even mention Grand Duke Dex."
Her words made me shy. I imagined what my first night with the prince might be like—his gentle hands stroking my body, his warm lips meeting mine—and excitement stirred. Listening to her, I found myself wanting that experience someday. From that moment I could feel the anticipation that it would soon happen. Living as the beautiful, elegant Princess Leticia, I would seek new love and new emotions.
Adelia smiled again.
"Actually, besides Grand Duke Dex… I have had several more experiences. Not only with men, but with women too."
A naughty nuance colored her voice. My eyes widened.
"Really?"
"I believe freely sharing love is never a bad thing. To me those moments are precious, beautiful memories. The time spent with them gives me new sensations and emotions."
Her words surprised me and, at the same time, stirred a little envy. Desire to try such varied experiences myself rose within me. Adelia's stories seemed to open new possibilities of love and relationships.
I asked,
"Then, of all those experiences, which was the most special?"
She thought for a moment, then described her tastes. "Mmm, the one that stands out most is… the time I shared with the three women known as the continent's greatest beauties all at once. The only one left… is you, Leticia."
She looked at me with serious eyes. The words left me breathless.
"Princess, the truth is our Brother, Crown Prince Richard, seems to have fallen truly hard for you lately. He said he planned to confess tonight—I hope for good news. And do visit the Empire often… When you come up, I want to gather the five great beauties of the continent all at once, hehe."
"Yes… Your Highness."
Listening to her, I could not calm my racing heart. The thought that I too would soon have such special experiences filled me with excitement. I eagerly awaited the moment that would become our private secret, one we could tell no one else.
Suddenly heat surged through my body, and I decided to step out onto the terrace. The weight and fine fabric of the gown brushing my legs sent a tremor through me. I wove slowly through the guests toward the terrace. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the ballroom. My steps moved unhurriedly. I had learned to walk elegantly while lifting the long train of my gown and revealing my ankles.
To the right, a massive crystal chandelier glittered beneath the lights. To the left, women in beautiful dresses and men in fine suits enjoyed themselves. When I reached the terrace I paused. Fresh air cooled my flushed face. Beyond lay a lovely garden bathed in night scenery; trees and flowers painted a picture-perfect scene, the air thick with floral scent. Away from the ballroom noise, moonlight sang like soft music. I rested a light hand on the iron railing and gazed at the stars.
As I walked out I compared past and present. A year ago I had been a lowly soldier, ground down by daily life. Back then I could never have spent a night with any woman—indeed, I could not even have imagined it. Now, simply as a woman, I carried the wish to share love with an attractive man.
On the terrace the cool night air touched my face. I placed my hands on the railing, looked up at the far-flung sky, and drew a deep breath. Stars glittered; the moon cast a gentle light.
Wondering what it would feel like to spend a night with a man… as a woman… is only natural, isn't it?
I thought of the original Princess Leticia. A year ago neither she nor I could have dreamed of each other's worlds. She had lived a glittering life while I dwelt in darkness. Now I enjoyed her life, and she endured my harsh daily existence. In the past she had received endless praise from men, adorned herself with splendid gowns and jewels, always craving love. Now, in my body, such love was impossible. She wore filthy combat gear and guarded dusty walls. I was trying to adapt carefully to this new life, yet anxiety and confusion still lingered. Would I truly be able to spend a night with the crown prince in her body? And how was she living in mine? These questions kept circling in my chest, making my mind grow more turbulent.
In the cool terrace wind, the feminine sensations of her body made me tremble more and more. Every time the soft fabric of the gown touched my skin, a shadow of naughty desire grew larger. Before my eyes unfolded the marvelous moments she should have enjoyed; sweet nights with a man took shape. My longing for such moments only intensified. My lips grew dry… Countless men passed before my eyes, and the thought that I could spend a night with any of them made my heart waver. Hot kisses and love filled my mind; my pulse raced. Yet I still could not be certain it was truly possible. Were these thoughts merely the effect of possessing her body? Or had my own desires finally surfaced? Even amid such doubts my heart grew ever more restless.
"You look troubled, Leticia."
Crown Prince Richard's sudden appearance on the terrace startled me. Because I had just been imagining spending the night with him, his arrival made my heart pound all the harder. Moonlight softened his eyes into a gentle gleam filled with love and passion for me. My heart swayed under that gaze and beat even faster.
A soft night breeze stirred my hair and brushed my face before reaching his. His smile made me still more giddy. Then I noticed the tent pitched in his trousers. Seeing his desire so blatantly displayed, my heart raced faster. The wish to be with him grew stronger. The mere thought of touching his body made my lips tremble and my cheeks flush. Imagining our night, every sense sharpened. His scent, his hands around my waist, his lips meeting mine—I was swept into naughtier, more sensual feelings.
"The night air is truly refreshing. On a beautiful night like this, Princess, you shine like a dazzling star."
I smiled at his words.
"Really? Brother, you look like the brightest star among them all."
He smiled in return.
"Then we must become the two brightest stars in the sky, Leticia."
We exchanged glances and talked for a while on the outdoor terrace. Neither of us could hide the attraction. Sometimes Richard made me laugh with humorous stories; sometimes he listened earnestly to mine, drawing me closer still.
I brushed his arm absently and said,
"Talking with you is truly enjoyable, Brother."
Joy lit his eyes.
"I feel the same, Leticia. I wish we had more opportunities like this."
Beneath the starlight we spent time that felt as though we were falling into each other. The conversation on the terrace deepened the emotions between us. In that moment I thought that whatever happened no longer mattered. Simply being with Crown Prince Richard made me happy.
When our gazes crossed I saw something in his eyes. Slowly he approached. His hand encircled my waist; I leaned against his firm chest. We faced each other, breathing slowly. At last our lips met. The kiss began carefully, then grew fiercer. Tongues entwined; a sweet sensation fluttered in my chest. Richard's breathing roughened. The racing heartbeat I felt against his chest excited me further. Held in his arms, I shared something special with him. In that moment the entire world seemed to stop. Only we existed, feeling each other's hearts and warmth.
When the kiss ended we looked at each other. Emotion and love filled our eyes. Richard gazed at me and, as though reaching a sudden decision, said,
"Leticia… will you marry me? It may seem hasty, but my heart is truly sincere."
His heartfelt confession made my heart tremble, yet I did not want to rush the relationship. I smiled elegantly and declined the proposal.
"I want to know you more deeply, Brother, but it still feels too soon. I love you as well… From today… we are dating, but let's take marriage slowly. When you propose properly next time, I will consider it."
At first he looked slightly disappointed, but soon he smiled in agreement.
"All right, Leticia."
Thus we decided to begin courting. Building trust and getting to know each other mattered more than an early marriage. We would work so that our love could rest on a firmer foundation. When a formal proposal came later, I would be able to accept with a surer heart.
My heart was full of anxiety, excitement, and curiosity. I did not know how this situation would end, yet in this moment I was grateful simply to be with the prince and held anticipation for whatever lay ahead.
As we grew more intimate, fear and excitement filled me. Yet his warm touch and gaze gave me courage to draw closer still. When his hand brushed my breast I drew a deep breath. His touch was soft and warm, yet it also conveyed intense desire. In that moment I could not completely forget the original me—Kite. I wanted to enjoy these intimate moments, yet I also feared my true identity might be exposed. The thought that I might one day return to Princess Leticia's body—or rather, that this body might be taken back—frightened me.
Leaning on his arm, I savored the endless happy time beneath the moonlight and cherished the tender moment we shared. After our conversation ended, Richard and I faced each other again. His eyes held tender love for me, and though selfish, my own heart grew unbearable in that moment. The air itself felt heated; emotion passed through our gazes. Then Richard slowly placed his hand on my face and drew me to his lips. Soft and sweet. His kiss was passionate, as though he were falling in love, capturing my mouth completely. I wound my fingers around the nape of his neck and surrendered to the kiss. Our tongues tangled like currents; his breath tickled my ear. My belly filled with trembling; sensual emotion flooded me. The kiss felt as though we were sinking into each other. Under the moonlight the moment brimmed with wickedness and desire. I wanted to keep kissing, hearts entwined. In that moment we forgot each other's secrets and truths and focused only on love. I wanted to keep this tender moment with him forever.
After the kiss ended, a fierce desire to spend the night with him rose inside me. My heart pounded rapidly; the longing to remain in his arms grew. During this time together our hearts tangled more deeply, the distance between us shrinking. He regarded me delicately, asking with his eyes after my heart. I smiled as if answering and took his hand, nodding. Joy and excitement shone in his eyes. Feeling the calm night air together, we decided to leave the ballroom quietly. Holding his hand tightly, we walked across the dewy grass into the silent garden. Under the starry sky we wanted to know each other more deeply, swept up in waves of love.
Even while feeling conflict between my past self and my present self, I felt gratitude and happiness that I could be with him in this moment. As Princess Leticia, and now as the woman at his side, I wanted to understand his heart more deeply. This night with him was filled with consideration, affection, and mutual understanding. During the time we spent I felt great happiness at receiving his love as a woman. The old wounds and confusion inside me seemed to heal little by little. I resolved to kneel no longer to the past. The past was merely the past; living this present moment was what mattered most. I wanted to focus on the life I would spend with the crown prince. Receiving his love and care, we would grow together and understand each other more deeply. Walking side by side with him, I thought I wanted to live my life as his loyal companion and beloved woman. Once my heart grew firm, our relationship deepened further. We trusted and relied on each other, sharing sorrow and joy. Held in his warm arms, I felt that the life ahead would be wonderfully exciting and full of anticipation. I realized I no longer needed to be bound by past pain and could live a happy life with the one I loved.
The prince and I linked arms and walked through the garden. Countless people watched us, yet we paid them no mind and never unlinked our arms. As we walked, my breast brushed lightly against his arm. His face flushed instantly, and the reaction was so adorable that I burst into laughter. Embarrassed, he tried to hide the tent rising in his trousers, yet that only made him more charming. I cherished this time walking with him; our tender relationship felt even richer.
We admired the beautiful flowers and trees of the garden, marveling at their beauty. While walking arm in arm, the sensual emotion between us grew ever deeper. In that moment I realized that simply being with him was happiness enough. Had I not stolen the princess's body a year ago, I would have been on duty or suffering beatings right now; instead I wore a beautiful gown and spent happy time with the finest man. Feeling this moment, I focused on every sensation of my body. First, the click of my high heels with every step emphasized my elegance and lifted my confidence higher. The soft fabric of the gown brushing my legs created a dreamlike feeling. The sway of my full breasts as I walked made me feel even sexier. Richard's voice made my heart race and added to the excitement. When his firm hand brushed my breast, a shiver ran through me and I sank deeper into the moment. All these sensations combined until I realized this was the most beautiful and happiest moment of my life.