The Colonial Dirt-Poor Private Wears the Princess's Corset 2 — Do You Have Any Complaints, Princess?
To dominate another's body.
From this moment on, whatever I did with this form was my freedom alone.
And not just any body—the body of the noble Princess Leticia of Astria, hailed as the continent's greatest beauty!
I swallowed hard, dry spit catching in my throat as I slowly lowered my gaze.
The first thing that filled my vision was the breathtakingly deep cleavage plunging between two full, heavy breasts resting right beneath my chin. A little farther down, a dress of the finest pure-white silk clung softly to a slender frame. The silk gloves that reached to my elbows possessed a smoothness I, a man who had spent his entire life rolling in the dirt at the bottom of a colony, could never have imagined.
I leaned forward just a fraction. Even that tiny motion sent the lush weight of those generous breasts surging and settling inside the dress with a vivid, maddening heaviness.
The curve that ran from delicate shoulders to a narrow waist was pure artistry, and the breasts thrusting up against the fabric as if ready to burst free looked as though the Creator had poured every last ounce of care into their making. The sight alone was enough to make reason take flight.
The dizzying contours of my own chest. A cascade of radiant golden hair swaying at the edge of my vision. Limbs as smooth and slender as young branches…
This was my body, moving at my will, yet it still felt completely unreal.
Through the dizzying sense of wrongness, a sudden question slipped out in the clear, pearl-like voice that now belonged to me.
"…But what happened to the original souls of Princess Leticia and the imperial princess?"
Even half-drunk on the unreal pleasure before me, I could not quite shake the unease. Old Grimwald answered with a greasy little cackle.
"No need to fret. Our old, filthy minds have completely seized these noble slabs of meat. The original bitches' souls are locked up inside that red crystal orb, sleeping like the dead."
He swept Adelia's dazzling silver hair back with arrogant fingers and continued.
"Whatever lewd things we do all night long with these beautiful bodies, those girls will never notice—not for all eternity."
They say the quiet of night calms a man's heart.
Complete bullshit.
Right now the hearts of two men inhabiting these bodies were more violent, greedier, and hotter than they had ever been, seething as if ready to boil over.
"Well then… shall we start acting like beasts?"
"Start…? Start what?"
"Isn't it obvious? An in-depth study of these dazzling female bodies—right this second!"
As he spoke, Grimwald (Adelia) seized the front of his dress and yanked it down with brutal force. The imperial princess's deep silver-haired cleavage spilled into plain view.
A study of the body…?!
"W-What are you doing, old man?!"
Ignoring my shock, the old mage trailed sticky fingers over Adelia's slender waist and the heavily swollen breasts, wearing a lecherous smile.
"This is the body of the haughty Imperial Princess Adelia, praised across the Britain Empire and the entire continent. Heh heh… honestly, I never want to go back to that stinking old man's carcass. A chance like this fell into my lap, so I'll enjoy corrupting it down to the marrow."
"Ah… ahhng, haaang♡!"
In that instant a dizzying, pleasure-soaked cry burst from the old man's—no, from the pure Imperial Princess Adelia's—lips.
He blinked in surprise at the hypersensitive pleasure pouring from the princess's body, then licked his lips and cast a greedy look down at his own chest.
The ripe fruit of a silver-haired beauty that filled both hands completely.
"Khheh heh, fuck. Soft and springy as hell."
Princess Adelia spat vulgar curses while kneading her own breasts with both hands like a beast in heat.
"Haa… aahng! Haaang♡ So these are the high-and-mighty princess's tits!? Wahaha! Soft flesh crushing under rough fingers—it's so damn filthy it drives me crazy!"
The old man howled with mad delight, devouring the sensation of the breasts with savage intensity.
The face of "Britain's Rose," sinking into ecstatic corruption. Pure-white breasts trembling and quivering under waves of pleasure.
I sucked in a sharp breath at the thoroughly depraved spectacle.
Adelia, the treasured jewel of the Britain Emperor. The silver-haired goddess once praised as the empire's foremost beauty. The noble princess countless men had only dared to caress in their filthy nighttime fantasies…
Right before my eyes she was roughly mauling her own breasts and panting like a bitch in heat!
Outwardly she was still the same dignified Imperial Princess Adelia, not a single hair out of place. But what stood before me now was no proud royal—only a whore driven mad by male lust, begging for pleasure.
Britain's Rose, her consciousness stolen by a filthy old black mage.
A being who once stood so far above that merely looking up at her was overwhelming… now being violated so perfectly.
Crazy… I can't believe it. The imperial princess has completely surrendered to the vulgar pleasure pouring from an old man's filthy hands…!
The dress was already half-torn and disordered, white breasts spilling free. Sticky, lewd moans spilled from the princess's throat—heavenly cries no amount of back-alley money could ever buy.
Princess Adelia twisted her waist with seductive grace, flaunting the alluring line of her hips, then wore a wicked smile as she slid her own hands down to caress her full buttocks with wet, lingering strokes.
"Mmn!? Fuck, the feel is way better than I imagined!"
Stroking up and down, circling both hands to squeeze and knead. The way Adelia's fingers dug between her own cheeks in time with the old man's crude motions was violently sensual. This Adelia was no longer Britain's Rose—she deserved the name "Britain's Whore."
"Huuut… hng! Aahng! Aaaah…♡ The imperial princess's pleasure… haa, it feels like my bones are melting!"
Adelia (Grimwald) cast a lewd sidelong glance my way with utterly unfocused eyes. I managed to force out a trembling breath.
My chest felt tight. Something was boiling up inside me like molten lava.
What is this…? Am I getting turned on too?
Of course I was. With a view like that in front of me, only a eunuch would stay calm.
But the sensation itself was bizarrely wrong.
The texture of the excitement rising from deep in my body was completely different from the male arousal I had known all my life.
Normally my cock would have swollen until it nearly burst, pitching a tent between my legs. But right now no rigid pillar of flesh rose there at all.
Of course not.
I was no longer the bottom-rung private Kite. I was the continent's foremost golden-haired beauty—the youngest princess of the Astria royal family, Leticia.
Every inch of this female body was burning madly in response to the visual stimulation of a male.
Instead of an erection, the empty space between my legs—that secret place—grew wet and slick with a strange, ticklish sensation. That damp heat climbed my lower belly and raced through my whole body in dizzying sparks.
Could this be… Princess Leticia's female sexual response when she feels a male's lust…?!
"Heh heh heh. Don't you want to start pounding away yourself? You've been rubbing those pretty thighs together for a while now, looking desperate with that cute face of yours."
Grimwald threw me a cheerful, vulgar wink as he watched my confusion.
The old man was right. The silver-haired princess panting in heat had perfectly synchronized with the male brain still inside me, and in answer to that profound depravity, Leticia's female flesh was also craving pleasure and pouring out slick love juices.
It was an unimaginably grotesque situation.
If the real Princess Leticia had witnessed this scene she would have been horrified and tried to stop Adelia's filthy act at once. After all, she was the arrogant, pure woman who looked down on commoners as if they were insects under her feet.
But right now that same Princess Leticia was drowning in uncontrollable female lust while watching Adelia masturbate in heat before her eyes.
Simply because control of the body had passed to me—a man—this proud flesh was silently vomiting the joy of corruption.
Hehehe… I wonder what kind of hideous face the real Leticia would make if she knew she looked like this under my hands?
Every one of your senses is under my control now. I could make a pure princess like you perform the exact same lewd acts that Imperial Princess Adelia is doing over there.
Unable to hold back the excitement, a filthy male laugh burst from my throat in the clear, crystal voice of a princess.
"Kh… heh heh heh…."
Now… the time had come.
The moment to unleash every last black desire I had crushed down while wallowing in the mud all my life.
My two hands moved of their own accord toward the springy thighs of the golden-haired beauty Leticia. I ran them openly and roughly upward—from the smooth legs, past the narrow waist, all the way to the full breasts thrusting out above.
And following that path, I tugged the shoulder straps of Leticia's silk dress down with a soft snap.
Ssslip—
The luxurious silk slid away, and a pair of dazzlingly huge breasts spilled naked into the air of the room, so bright they almost blinded me.
I greedily stretched out both hands and seized those moon-like, abundant breasts in a firm grip.
"Aahn… nngh."
When I clenched and released my fingers, an explosive pleasure shot up my spine and smashed into the female brain.
Defeated by the mind-breaking sensation, a sweet princess's moan slipped helplessly from my lips.
I was the one kneading them with my own will. Yet it felt exactly as if rough male caresses had completely conquered Princess Leticia and forced her to cry out, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.
The more I squeezed, the whiter my mind burned.
Inside the rough male grip (my will), the princess's sacred breasts were twisted into obscene, grotesque shapes and thoroughly toyed with.
Yeah, no wonder the old man looked like his eyes had rolled back.
I had rolled around with cheap street whores before, but I had never once held heavenly bare flesh like this in my own hands. And now I was freely violating the breasts of the continent's greatest beauty, using her own hands to do it.
I could feel Leticia's heart pounding like mad against my palms from the inside.
Heh heh… is this pure body heating up with shame because its sacred breasts are being mauled like an animal in my hands?
Radiant golden hair like a goddess of beauty. The once-untouchable cold dignity. The arrogant Princess Leticia who had looked down on others as insects under her feet… now having her breasts squeezed by me while she herself leaked filthy love juices.
Fuck… this is a dream of a night, isn't it, my haughty princess?
Drunk on the profound depravity, I turned my head toward the huge full-length mirror standing in one corner of the room.
In the moonlight-washed glass I saw the alluring figure of a golden-haired beauty, both hands clamped hard on her own breasts, cheeks flushed with pleasure.
"Hmph… do you have any complaints, Princess Leticia?"
I crushed my breasts even more wetly and roughly while murmuring a mocking challenge at the Leticia in the mirror. Knowing the real princess was trapped inside the orb and could not even scream, I taunted her in the most humiliating way possible.
Those long, sharply upturned eyes seemed to glare back at me in shame through the glass.
Of course it was only the malicious expression I—the male wearing the princess's shell—had deliberately put on.
"Aahng… Leticia. You're enjoying this situation too, aren't you? This miserable corruption?"
"How does it feel, being a woman…? Being played with by a man's hands is so much better than you ever imagined you can barely stand it, right?"
Just then Grimwald (Adelia), still lost in self-pleasure behind me, suddenly spoke up.
"Ah, yeah. It's seriously fucking amaz—"
Still smiling in a daze of ecstasy, I turned around.
"…!?"
The moment I looked back, the terrible yet overwhelming sight that crashed into my vision froze me solid with my mouth hanging open, like a victim staring into the eyes of a basilisk.
My wide eyes could not move even a single millimeter.
Because standing there…
was Imperial Princess Adelia, completely naked, silver hair streaming as she panted roughly for breath.