One Year Later: The Princess's Climax 2 — Would You Like to Touch?

Midnight.

In the pitch-black darkness I carefully shifted my steps. I had slipped out under the pretense of patrolling the castle grounds on night watch.

The crude leather armor I wore creaked unpleasantly with every movement. Barely a year ago, when I had still been the noble Princess Leticia of the great kingdom of Astria, I had lived my entire life wrapped in the finest silk dresses. This was nothing like that. The texture was far too rough and stiff, scraping against my skin.

The dark, musty smell of the castle walls. The stench of rusted iron and sweat-soaked leather poured into my lungs through this thick, oversized nose.

One year.

Throughout that cursed, nightmarish year I had been forced to wallow in the mud as a conscript from the colony of Latvia—treated worse than a beast. And yet this massive, dull male body still felt bone-deep alien and repulsive.

I made my way to the detached palace through a secret passage. Faint light leaked from the door of the bedchamber. Swallowing dryly, I knocked with careful caution.

The dull thud of a rough, thick male fist against the oak door. From beyond it drifted a familiar, rich lily perfume. The exact same luxurious scent the maids had carefully applied for me every morning when I was still a princess.

"You've come."

The door opened and she stepped out. No—more precisely, the shameless bastard who had stolen my original body stepped out.

Golden hair framed against the moonlight. A slender, elegant line of shoulder. My original face—so beautiful it stole the breath—looked down at me intently. The way those red lips curved into a bewitching smile was so alien it raised goosebumps. That vulgar grin was never the manner of an Astrian royal like me.

With no way to reclaim my original body for the foreseeable future, I would have to keep living miserably in the body of this colonial soldier named Kite. In that case, thoroughly extracting his memories would only help me survive more smoothly.

"Then come inside."

She spoke briefly in a languid voice and walked ahead. The back view of her moving in a nightgown was utterly graceful. Only a year ago the soul of an utterly ordinary, stupid colonial private who had crawled at my feet had lived inside that body. Now that lowborn wretch was playing princess of Astria, living in luxury for a full year, while the true princess—me—was trapped inside his base, foul-smelling carcass. My blood boiled.

My body with a man inside it looked strangely sensual. Every subtle sway of the hips was both foreign and impossible to look away from. Pale calves peeked dangerously from beneath the gown, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

She opened the door into the bedroom. The night sky with its full moon held not a single cloud. Moonlight poured into the room as if it might spill over; every candle had been extinguished.

The wide, soft bed I had slept and woken in all my life. The chamber filled with my own scent. Yet I was no longer the rightful master of this room. I was merely an uninvited guest who had snuck in trembling in the dead of night, terrified of being discovered.

Whenever we moved, long shadows wavered across the walls, catching the pale moonlight. The occasional chirp of insects layered over them, creating an atmosphere that felt somehow unreal.

Before I knew it she had approached from behind. A cool presence brushed down my thick spine. A small, soft woman's hand lightly stroked my thick wrist. A strange thrill raced up the heavy veins of a man's body.

That was the moment.

A light clinking sounded behind me; both my wrists were seized and roughly twisted behind my waist. Then a cold click against both wrists. An unbreakable hard sensation—binding magic. Freezing magical power sank deep into my skin as if to freeze it solid.

I panicked and tried to wrench free with all my strength, yet even this muscular, sturdy male body could not move an inch. Perfect helplessness. The pride of an Astrian royal who had never once in her life been restrained by anyone plummeted to the floor in utter ruin.

"Don't worry. I'll release you the moment we're finished."

Her whisper pressed right against my ear and turned my mind ice-cold. That sweet, clear voice that had once been mine. Yet the sticky, leisurely male inflection inside it licked wetly across the shell of my ear. Goosebumps prickled over my entire body.

So this was why she had summoned me in secret at this hour.

"Sit on the bed."

She jerked her chin and led me to the bed. With both hands bound behind me I was forced to sit helplessly on the edge of the mattress. She claimed she meant no harm, yet having both hands bound and every scrap of control stripped away left me so unstable my reason threatened to shut down.

The mattress sank deeply under a man's heavy weight. My gaze naturally dropped. Me, bound and looking up. And above me, looking down with perfect ease—my original body. That overwhelming inversion of position felt as if it might choke me at any second.

"So… what exactly are you planning to do?"

"Kite. You've never ejaculated before, have you?"

"Of course not!"

I raised my voice without meaning to. She pressed a pale index finger to my lips and shushed me with a smiling eye. Soft, cool skin touched my rough, dry lips. The scent of rose soap rising from her fingertip stabbed dizzyingly at my nose. Vertigo washed over me.

"If your voice is too loud someone outside might come. A filthy colonial soldier who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠secretly invaded the princess's bedchamber in the dead of night… if you're caught your head will come off on the spot, won't it? Staying quiet would be better for you as well."

At that barbed mockery I clamped my mouth shut in bitter injustice. It was wretched. I, the youngest princess of the great kingdom of Astria, had to hold my breath and tremble in fear of being thrown out—inside my own room, trapped in the body of a lowly common soldier.

"Actually, from the very first night I arrived at the Astrian royal castle after the bodies switched a year ago, I masturbated every single night. With your body."

"……"

I could say nothing. It felt as if a hammer had struck the back of my skull. My vision flashed white.

My pure, noble flesh that the maids had carefully washed and anointed with the finest oils every morning. That dazzlingly pure body no one else's hand had ever touched—this vulgar male bastard had spent an entire year every night lewdly fondling and thrusting into it with his own hands, chasing pleasure like a beast. Horror and murderous rage surged at the fact that he had so freely violated my sacred body.

Yet resignation that something like this might one day happen had already taken root deep in a corner of my heart over the course of that year. And as a mere conscript now, I had no realistic way to reclaim my original body.

"While I comforted your soft body night after night, Princess Leticia's memories kept rising naturally in my mind. Thanks to that, within only a few days I could live perfectly as Princess Leticia without raising a single suspicion."

The princess's vast memories. Precious recollections. Thoughts. Even the tiniest habits I myself had never noticed—all of them.

Ah.

Only then did I understand completely what mad idea had made this creature summon me.

"So you should try ejaculating in front of me as well. Then the memories of Kite, the original owner of this body, will return completely, and you'll be able to live as a soldier without any inconvenience from now on."

"N-no…!"

I thrashed and desperately tried to refuse. Cold sweat poured down my back. I twisted my bound hands like a madman, but the binding magic was so firm it felt ready to shatter bone.

Ejaculate?

That base, filthy act of going into heat like a beast and spurting cloudy male fluid—I was supposed to perform it myself? The terrifying certainty seized me that if I committed such a vulgar act with my own hands, even the dignity of "Leticia" that barely remained inside me would be completely corrupted.

Yet somewhere inside I also held the complacent thought that ejaculation might be impossible from the start. I had spent a year as a conscript. Harsh training, the wretched colonial rations, stress—whatever the reason, the organ called a penis hanging between my legs had never once become strangely erect. I swore it. How was I supposed to ejaculate when I couldn't even get hard?

Yes. I was only a man on the outside; to my bones I was a pure woman. No matter how thoroughly I wore a man's body, my spirit was still the princess of Astria. There was no way I would become vulgarly erect under the sway of lust.

I exhaled a trembling breath and comforted myself with that thought.

But that thin relief was shattered far too easily and completely.

"Fufu."

Looking down at me, she laughed low and alluringly. Then she slowly lowered her head in front of me, bound and unable to move. Hair cascaded like a waterfall past her slender shoulder line. That brief, dizzying motion filled my entire field of vision.

In that instant, through the gaping front of her loose nightgown, a deep and distant cleavage was laid bare.

"What?!"

What shameful situation was this? I tried to turn my head away, yet my gaze was thoroughly stolen and I found myself violently agitated. My breath caught. I had to close my eyes. I must not look. My mind screamed it, but this cursed male body fixed its gaze there by pure instinct, as if mocking reason.

Two enormous, dazzling curves bathed in moonlight. The overwhelming texture of flesh that swayed greedily with every breath stabbed violently into my optic nerves. Drawn as if by a leash of that strange visual stimulus, I ended up looking down at my own crotch.

"Ah…"

A despairing sigh escaped. My penis had risen fiercely, angrily, standing stiff and straight toward the sky. My lower belly burned hot as if on fire. I could feel every drop of blood in my body rushing downward at terrifying speed. My heart seemed to have moved into my crotch; a throbbing pulse beat there. That grotesque, cumbersome lump of flesh had swollen so huge it looked ready to tear the thick military fabric. It was nothing like the limp state it took in warm bathwater or the way it shrank tight during winter sentry duty. This was the explosive expansion of a penis I was experiencing for the first time in my life. Even the friction of stiff cloth against the skin inside my pants arrived as violent pleasure. The veins standing out on the pillar stretched to bursting. Completely independent of my will, like a living creature of its own, a male's fierce instinct had lifted its head.

I had known as abstract knowledge from the royal sex education I had reluctantly received under Mother's direction last year that a man in heat took on such an ugly form. But now, of all things, my own body—the penis I myself was attached to—was swelling so basely.

He seemed determined to enjoy my flustered reaction of shame outright. Pure white thin panties, and the narrow deep valley between two richly swollen hills, were pushed right up before my eyes.

I swallowed hard. The sound of my thick Adam's apple bobbing loudly filled the quiet room. My mind reeled in horror at this filthy situation, yet astonishingly my mouth watered like a beast's. From nothing more than visual stimulus alone a male brain was pumping out pleasure chemicals like mad.

Barely a year ago this had been my own body that I washed and polished every day in the mirror. But to me now, inhabiting a male body whose physiological male instincts were writhing, that stimulus was a fatally poisonous drug. Even as I felt my face turning red enough to burst, my body had hardened like stone and I could not tear my eyes from that sensual landscape of flesh. My field of vision narrowed to an extreme. The world went dark; only that white soft cleavage remained.

No. Don't look. Please.

I screamed inside hundreds of times, shedding tears of blood, yet my pupils greedily dilated, craving the light.

Crawling onto the bed on her knees, she spread my legs wide and whispered seductively.

"How does it feel to experience your first erection?"

And then at last she slipped out of the nightgown without the slightest hesitation. The sound of thin expensive silk sliding over skin and falling to the floor struck my eardrums like thunder. Her dazzling upper body was fully revealed under the soft moonlight.

To my left came the soft sound of fabric landing. Moonlight licked lewdly down her skin. My original skin—flawless, clear, not a single blemish. In that perfect naked state the creature closed the distance. Little by little, so close our breaths almost touched. A familiar yet wonderful scent tickled my nose dizzyingly. The perfect scent of a woman. Sweet yet strangely sticky and heated, it rushed into my nostrils and made my spine tingle as if electrocuted. The ugly pillar in my lower half throbbed once more inside the pants and jumped crudely.

Now that I had a man's body, even that scent was an aphrodisiac that violently stimulated my peripheral nerves. And when she slowly lowered the arms that had been covering her chest, two large, greedily swollen mounds completely revealed their breathtakingly imposing form.

Breasts.

They had certainly been attached to my own chest until a year ago. Yet in a mere year they had achieved explosive growth. That overwhelming weight. The massive flesh that swayed and undulated with the slightest movement. Curves so full and plump they could never fit in one hand gleamed under the moonlight. They had never been small a year ago, but now they easily looked like a G-cup. The breasts that drew graceful water-drop curves were astonishingly voluptuous and boasted bursting, taut elasticity. At their tips ripe red nipples stood stiffly outward.

"Hahk!…"

I could not breathe. I felt the terrible sensation of adrenaline surging madly through every blood vessel. My molars clacked together. Heat boiled through my body until with every breath hot bestial snorts escaped. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠This beast-like male flesh was frantic to tear free of the bindings at any moment and leap upon that delicious mass of flesh.

Leticia's beautiful body, stripped of the nightgown, now wore only a single thin pair of panties.

"Would you like to touch them?"

Thump. Thump.

As my heart pounded fit to burst, perfectly synchronized with that heartbeat the penis hardened to the point of exploding. The bindings on both wrists slipped free. The instant the binding magic released, both my arms completely escaped my rational will and stretched greedily into the air like a starving zombie.

Soft—

I completely abandoned the thread of reason and instinctively seized those large breasts in a rough grip. A large, rough male palm thick with ugly calluses. Across that coarse surface poured a softness and plumpness so incredible it could not belong to this world, cascading like a waterfall. The overwhelming texture of flesh overflowing between my fingers. The moment my fingertips touched the skin, both that creature and I almost simultaneously let out a suffering moan.

"Ah."

An overwhelming texture swollen soft as clouds. And at the tip the stiff little protrusion pressed clearly into the center of my rough palm. It felt like being electrocuted. My brain threw errors and spun into mad confusion. The overwhelming tactile sensation of dominance from a man's hand roughly kneading a woman's breasts. And the sensitive sensation in the chest I had once felt when fabric brushed against these same breasts while I still wore them—both mixed chaotically in my mind.

It was so blissful it raised goosebumps. Had my breasts always been this large? Had my skin always been this soft and smooth? With my entire consciousness stolen by nothing but the fluffy, yielding sensation at my fingertips, I kept fondling the breasts. That creature too wore an expression melted by my rough caress. My original noble face, lips half open, red tongue protruding, drooling, let out lewd cries. Seeing that vulgar, lascivious expression made a male's sadistic desire to conquer boil my brain.

I could no longer suppress the "male" instinct seething inside me. I could not tear my eyes from the hard pink nipples. At the same time a sensation like heat gathering sticky and thick toward my crotch crashed over me like a tidal wave. I felt vividly how the penis swelled to the point of pain. My pants felt ready to burst. Sticky pre-cum flowed freely from the tip of the glans, soaking the rough underwear in a sensation both unpleasant and strangely erotic that transmitted straight to my brain.

"Hey, s-stop already…"

I reddened my eyes and clung desperately to the last thread of reason as I begged. But that creature lightly ignored my earnest plea and lowered her head straight toward my crotch. The cool metallic sound of my pants buckle being undone. Rough fabric yanked downward; the cool night air wrapped around my genitals. And she approached.

Then she buried my grotesquely swollen penis deep between her soft cleavage.

"Ah…… ah!!!"

Having perfectly sandwiched the penis between her hot, full breasts, she gently stroked downward to expose the most sensitive glans. Then she extended her red tongue tip and wetly licked up the slit at the tip while continuing the paizuri.

My breath stopped. Two massive walls of flesh pressed my most sensitive pillar without a single gap. In that strangling pressure a warm, wet tongue dug into the glans. The temperature of skin so hot it seemed it might scald clung thickly around my genitals.

"Stop it, nh, hngh, stop!"

An overwhelming, unknown pleasure I had never experienced in my life crashed over me like a tsunami. The fuse of reason in my mind snapped with an audible crack. Explosive pleasure that felt ready to roll my eyes back. White lightning shot from deep in the prostate up the spine into my brain. The penis hardened like stone was helplessly sucked into the soft cleavage. Tongue and saliva and red lips obsessively caressed my most sensitive place. Every time the slippery tongue squeezed the glans, stars flashed before my eyes.

Squelch. Squelch.

Obscene wet friction sounds mixed with saliva filled the quiet bedroom. Every time she vigorously shook her head up and down, soft breasts madly stroked my pillar. Between her mouth and breasts the penis kept growing uglier without limit. The throbbing accelerated terrifyingly. From deep inside my body something heavy and unidentified seemed to leap and throb. With bestial instinct I realized what this unfamiliar signal meant.

I… if this keeps up I'm going to ejaculate for sure.

I who had lived my entire life as Astria's pure virgin… was going to ejaculate like a vulgar male beast.

The muscles of my lower abdomen contracted and spasmed of their own accord. Both testicles pulled up tight, finishing fierce preparations to shoot white desire. My reason wailed that I must not, yet my flesh had already crossed the irreversible river of pleasure.

"No, no, please nooo!"

Tears of shame welled as I repeated the plea. But her mouth and breasts single-mindedly clamped my genitals without a gap and never stopped their fierce assault.

"Ugh!"

"Aaa… aaa… aaah!"

Deep in the lower abdomen, from the prostate, something like boiling lava seethed. It thrashed madly, ready to erupt outside the body at any moment. An overwhelming urge to burst. Every sense and my entire field of vision condensed into a single point at my crotch. I could not breathe. My toes curled and trembled. In the white-hot excitement that burned my head empty, I weakly surrendered.

At last I reached the limit, snapped my hips, and burst.

"Uwaah! A-a-a-aaang~!"

An unbearable mass of pleasure surged up all at once. From the tip of my penis hot liquid gushed out in thick spurts.

Pah, paaah!

Cloudy sticky liquid that pushed out so roughly it felt ready to tear the urethra. Every time my heart pumped, the genitals throbbed and spat white clumps into the air. In the end I surrendered completely to that intense, destructive sensation, every ounce of strength leaving my body. Everything inside me was being violently expelled outward. My mind bleached pure white.

A violent, destructive release I had never once imagined while I still had a woman's body. An overwhelming climax in which even my noble soul seemed to mix into that cloudy white liquid and flow out. That peak of the moment was an overwhelming sensation I had never experienced in my entire life, before or after the body swap. That burning pleasure felt as if it would be branded forever like a scar deep into my soul.

And the very instant I reached the climax of ejaculation, other people's memories poured chaotically into my mind as if a dam had burst. While the pleasure of ejaculation melted my brain wetly, illusions unfolded before my eyes.

The damp smell of rain. The musty dust of a colonial parade ground. The dry texture of the cheap rye bread that came as rations. Memories of living happily with Kite's family even in poverty, laughter blooming. The harsh figure training while covered in dust. Fresh memories with the maid Rosie. The sensation of muscles tautening when moving the body while ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sweating. Even the tender emotion of deeply liking someone.

The sensations and viewpoints this man had felt throughout his entire life were forcibly overlaid onto my mind as if they were my own. The uniquely male, both lewd and pure emotional line of secretly watching the maid named Rosie, blushing and swelling obscenely between the legs, filled my chest without a gap. All of it attached itself to my mind so naturally and took root.

That did not mean I lost the self called "me." Simply recalling another's memories made me feel the vivid situations and emotions as if I had experienced them with my entire body, driving me mad.

The penis spasmed finely and poured out an enormous amount of semen like a fountain. Even after spurting for a long time it was not enough; the genitals twitched finely, thriftily wringing out the last remaining mucus from the urethra. The hot semen launched roughly splattered across her cheeks and face, ruining her beautiful hair. It even flowed stickily into her panting open mouth. Between the full cleavage sticky white fluid poured down like a waterfall, mercilessly staining her pure white body.

My once-pure body had become covered in male semen. A thick, fishy night-flower scent stabbed my nose. The fact that that filthy liquid had erupted from my own genitals and dirtied my own face, recognized visually, brought a maddening sense of corruption. A male's sense of conquest as if I had ruthlessly conquered a goddess-like sacred beautiful woman by force. From the fact that the disgusting semen spilled by a lowly private from colonial Latvia was staining white the noble youngest princess Leticia of the great kingdom of Astria, a vicious and intense sense of corruption bloomed.

"Congratulations on your first ejaculation, Kite."

She swallowed the semen that had flowed into her mouth with a gulp, then called me by that disgusting name—me, still trembling and shriveled from pleasure and emptiness. I saw her white throat move. She had swallowed my semen. At that grotesque yet sensual sight, the penis that should have gone limp right after ejaculating began to twitch and raise its veins again.

The name I myself had used to call her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only a year ago. A name that was not mine. A vulgar name that must never be mine. Yet the me of this moment, panting like a beast in the afterglow of pleasure, was forced to admit deep inside that I was a being who could only be called that by her.

"Did you remember the matter with Rosie?"

"…Yeah."

I remembered. Last June. Private Kite had escorted the maid Rosie into town, encountered a sudden heavy shower, and taken shelter under a small tree. The feel of the damp uniform. Rosie's thin clothes wet with rain, flesh faintly visible through them. Kite's field of vision as he hurriedly averted his eyes while swallowing hard was perfectly replayed before my eyes.

Until then the two of them had never properly held a private conversation, and I could not perfectly remember exactly what words they exchanged then. But… the conversation they shared alone while sheltering from the rain had been wonderfully fresh and heart-flutteringly enjoyable. Rosie must have retained that time as a good memory as well, which was why she now showed special favor to me who wore Kite's appearance. I could now clearly understand that man's heart.

Truly, a spine-chillingly strange feeling. At that time I had been the noble Princess Leticia inside the tent, so there was no way I could have known what Kite experienced outside. I had never heard such a story even once in a full year—neither from Kite nor from her after the switch.

"If you comfort yourself and feel pleasure a few times like that, all of my memories will surface completely."

"When I ejaculated for the fifth time, I felt the perfect conviction that I had truly become that man. When that time comes for you as well, you'll naturally be able to act as the colonial soldier Kite."

But her devilish words did not properly enter my ears. Because of the violent visual stimulus of my semen plastered thickly across her lovely face and massive breasts. Because my penis, having just finished ejaculating, had begun once more to throb and send heated signals to my brain. Before the afterglow of ejaculation had even faded, my lower belly grew heavy again. The male's destructive desire to once more roughly thrust this hot pillar into that cleavage gleaming with semen began to mercilessly gnaw away at my remaining reason.

"Ah. Kite. Shift change is almost here, so you should go back now."

At her whisper the fact that the next watch was a vicious corporal who held real power in the unit struck my head like lightning. I hurriedly pulled up my pants, straightened my clothes, and rushed out of the room. I hastily hauled up the military trousers soaked sticky. Between my legs the semen clung stickily; every step brought a dreadful, lewd sensation. All the way out of the detached palace as if fleeing, my breathing stayed rough with uncontrollable lust.

The next day she left for the Britain Empire in a splendid carriage. I did not even have time to exchange final parting words with the knights who until a year ago had always guarded me with their lives, or the maids who had devotedly attended me. In my present lowly and wretched position as a mere private there was nothing I could do about it.

The splendid royal carriage receding into the distance, raising a cloud of dust. And in my hand a crude spear was gripped. I was nothing more than a soldier who had to stand ramrod-straight at a colonial outpost. Every time the wind blew, the sticky memory of last night's semen remained between my legs like an indelible stain, tormenting me.

Would the day ever come when, by some miracle, I returned to my original noble body and faced those people again with a smile? Even if that never happened, I sincerely hoped that every one of them would live happily.

I stared blankly at the departing carriage and truly wished it.