The Noble Princess Stained by a Lowly Man's Desire
We were bound for the Britain Empire to attend the Crown Prince's birthday celebration, and we had decided to pass through Latvia, a colony of Astria, along the way.
Evening was nearly upon us, and we intended to spend the night in Latvia.
It had been a full year since I last set foot in this place.
The carriage drew to a halt before Latvia Castle.
A rough, low voice carried from outside the door.
"I'll need to verify your identity."
A defense-force sentry barred the way.
Escort knight Gilbert slowly opened the carriage window.
"This is Princess Leticia of Astria. Open the gates."
Every gaze swung toward me—toward 'Leticia'.
In that brief instant the gatekeepers' eyes seemed to swallow me whole. Thick, unmistakable desire was written across their faces: the deep-buried hunger to spend even a single night with a woman this beautiful. I found their lecherous stares laughable, yet a small, private pleasure stirred in me all the same.
I elegantly drew my legs together and smoothed the hem of my dress. For the briefest moment, as the skirt shifted, a glimpse of bare leg appeared—
"Hhk—!"
The soft, choked catch of the guards' breath reached my ears. As though utterly unaware of their reaction, I kept my expression perfectly natural. I knew their eyes had not left me. My goddess-like figure and beauty were overwhelming them completely.
One sentry in particular caught my notice. Something stood out in sharp, unmistakable relief inside his trousers—an unusually swollen, excited desire that my eyes could not miss.
A playful impulse flickered through me. I tipped my chin so that the line of my throat was bare and gently pressed my breasts together. My cleavage stood out in clear, deliberate relief.
The gatekeepers' eyes went wider still. I could picture exactly what was blooming inside their skulls. They were drowning in longing for my beauty.
"Is there some difficulty? If not, may we pass?"
"Ah—yes! Princess!"
They scrambled to open the castle gates. The carriage rolled through.
Clop… clop…
On the way to the detached palace I caught sight of the defense-force soldiers on the parade ground. Beneath the blazing sun that filled the yard, men who had been drilling were now running. Focused on their breathing, soaked in sweat and dust—it was a pitiful sight, truly. Yet set beside the training of the Astria royal guard that escorted me, their drills looked scattered and faintly ridiculous.
Some were chatting and laughing. No doubt they were failing to concentrate, spitting dirty jokes and sneering, or bullying the weaker soldiers. A few were genuinely trying to focus, but most were merely pretending while they wasted the hours. Under that hot sun, on the sandy ground, sweat ran and dust clung to their clothes, yet none of it brought any real progress. Their movements looked unplanned—not the disciplined motions of ranked soldiers, but those of mercenaries.
They belonged to the defense force now, yet their conduct had never shed the years they had spent as hired blades in the long civil war.
Little by little their names began to surface in my memory. Corporal Aslan, who had tormented me… Corporal Huxley, who had treated me relatively kindly… Sergeant Randol, whose mouth was a rag of filthy talk…
If I were still one of that pack, what would I look like? The one they used to bully… It gets bleak just thinking about it. A life with no hope, no dream, only the same empty routine day after day…
But I had escaped that past. I had left this damned defense force behind and been reborn as the youngest princess of the superpower Astria—Leticia. Now, at the Crown Prince's birthday celebration, I would receive a proposal and become Crown Princess of the Britain Empire.
I looked down at the fingers of my left hand. On the Crown Prince's birthday he would present me with a diamond ring and ask for my hand, wouldn't he?
In those pathetic days when I was beaten and kicked around, I had possessed no dream at all—only meaningless drills that might never help my life, only submission to injustice, only the effort to adapt to an absurd existence. But that version of me was gone. I, Leticia, was nothing like the wretched Kite of the past. I was no longer Kite. I was Leticia. The most beautiful woman in this world. I would become an imperial lady of a stature they would never dare to dream of.
While those thoughts ran through me, we arrived at the detached palace.
The colonial count and his children—Young Master Luke and Young Lady Irene—came out to greet me. As I stepped down from the carriage I felt the weight of countless eyes. People had crowded around to catch a glimpse of the woman called the continent's greatest beauty. The count's son offered his hand to help me alight. With one hand I took it; with the other I lightly covered the valley of my breasts—the natural defensive gesture of a 'super-beauty with enormous breasts.' Still, many of the men stole glances. Even the maids and the other noble young ladies could not summon jealousy at my superior beauty; they could only stare with open admiration.
Even Young Lady Irene, considered a beauty in Latvia, had been reduced by my looks to something merely ordinary.
"Princess Leticia, you must be weary after so long a journey. We shall make every effort to see you comfortable."
So spoke the Count of Latvia.
"I am grateful for this hospitality, Count."
The count's son flushed and could not manage a single word to me. I moved toward the detached palace exchanging light conversation with Young Lady Irene.
At the entrance stood Sergeant Adol—who a year ago had spewed vulgar talk as if he kept a rag in his mouth—and Corporal Aslan, the man who had once tormented me. Both were on guard duty and saluted as we passed.
Even Corporal Aslan, who had left me with trauma only a year earlier, was nothing more than another dick-bearing male bastard. He too, like every other crude man, had a distinct bulge straining the front of his trousers.
Pathetic fools. Until a year ago I was the Kite you used to bully…
And Sergeant Adol… He had been close friends with old Grimwald. At the very moment that body-swap prank had taken place, Adol had been getting laid in a brothel and never returned to barracks that day. With the artifact-return ceremony throwing everything into chaos, no one noticed an unauthorized absence…
If things had gone only a little differently, it might have been Sergeant Adol who became Princess Leticia…?
Phew. Lucky break.
I was shown to the largest chamber in the detached palace. The count and his children paid their respects and withdrew. I dismissed the maid Iola and escort knight Gilbert, and at last I was alone in the room.
The sight of the men who had once tormented me losing their minds over my beauty was genuinely funny. Those who had been kings inside the tiny world of the defense force could do nothing but gape and flounder when they looked at me—and that spectacle lifted my spirits.
And then my heart began to beat a little faster, then faster still. I tried to stay composed, but the excitement spread through me in a rush. I could not hide it. As I gradually lifted the waist of my beautiful dress and exposed the thin fabric of my panties, I understood I would not be able to stop.
In that exact instant, a sound reached me from the secret door. I forced the excitement down and straightened my dress with care. Outwardly I was once more the elegant, refined princess—quiet, sophisticated smile, every motion polished and luxurious. I worked to keep it that way… yet inside, my heart was thrashing. It raced with something lewd and forbidden. To the sound of that pounding heart…
The person who opened the door and stepped inside was the true Princess Leticia—the original owner of the body I now wore—appearing in the form of Private Kite.
Black hair common among Latvia's peasantry… an ordinary face… a frame that could not honestly be called sturdy… a Latvian military uniform still dusty from training… clothes worn nearly to rags.
Fluster, surprise, and even a faint prick of guilt rose in me—but to conceal those feelings, and to hide the lecherous thoughts coiling underneath them, I leaned even harder into my refined manner of speech.
"It's been some time."
I poured everything I had into sounding pure and graceful, trying to mask how startled I truly was… and only grew more excited for the effort.
"…Hey! Won't you stop imitating me already?"
At those words, the sensations of being a woman—of being a princess—rose sharply into awareness. The full, teardrop-shaped weight of my enormous breasts, rising and falling the slightest bit with every movement… the sway of that weight that followed each breath…
"Mm…"
My voice—clear, pure, a princess's voice—carried a refinement utterly unlike the rough tone of the Kite standing before me. The brush of hair against my face was soft. It shifted with every motion, as though determined to make me even more beautiful.
The weight of the splendid tiara crowning my head, the emblem of the noble station of Astria's princess… and the growing dampness of my panties, the unmistakable feeling of a woman on the very edge of touching herself…
"Heh… I am Leticia now. You're the one whose way of speaking is strange."