Chapter 15
Translator - Zofu
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I'm furious. So furious that I collapsed to the ground and burst into tears. But... I don't even understand my own feelings. Why am I feeling such anger?... The saying that a woman's heart is as changeable as a reed resonates deeply with me.
"Stop crying at once. As the princess's closest Handmaid, what kind of disgraceful behavior is this?"
"Now now, don't be so harsh. Carnelian must be deeply shocked as well..."
The other maids around me either scolded me or offered words of comfort, but nothing could change the direction of my emotions. This entire situation is simply too much for me. After all the dedication I've shown in caring for the princess... How dare that wretch...!
That... that... wretch... She was clearly no noble lady. They say she's a commoner, perhaps even lower class... To think she'd steal the princess away from me in such a state... I might have to kill her...
"Hah... By the way... Haven't you been feeling strange since earlier?"
"Ah... It wasn't just me? Aah, someone please cool my body down... It's so hot right now I can't bear it..."
"I'll undress you myself. Come here..."
At least everyone was distracted by the revelation that the princess inherited succubus blood, and confused by that mysterious woman, giving me time alone. What are they all doing? Who cares... I use this time alone to run my thought circuits endlessly. Should I kill her or not? How do I pry her away from the princess?
Why am I so angry and unable to stop crying? Because some stranger I just met had the audacity to flirt with Princess Atlantia? Or because Princess Atlantia went to such a shady, secret banquet without telling even me, her closest Handmaid? Or because the princess suddenly cast me aside?
No. All three reasons are slightly insufficient to make 'me' feel rage. What prevents me from suppressing these intense emotions is the very fact that that wretch stole the princess I've cared for since childhood... That's probably it.
After running countless simulations, I reached that conclusion. At some point, I began to love the princess privately, and now that I'd been robbed of her by a third party, a serious flaw had emerged in the core operating program that maintains 'my' existence.
Where did it all go wrong? When I first held the newborn princess in my arms? When I began teaching the speaking princess about royal etiquette as her closest Handmaid? If I'd known I'd have to send the princess away with such sorrow, I never would have taken on the role from the start.
When the princess was young, her mother and father fled to the other side of the galaxy to escape the blades of the Lucid Imperial Army... The princess had only me. When the princess was young, she and I were closer than anyone. But that... changed so abruptly.
Even now, my brain's visual data storage preserves clear images of the princess when she first started walking, all chubby and plump; drinking the formula I carefully prepared and falling asleep; looking all fluffy after a bath; touching herself for the first time after awakening to 'sexuality'...
I haven't changed one bit since then, so why has the princess changed so? Right... It's all because of that wretch. I've done nothing wrong. It has to be. If I just get rid of her, everything will work out. Yes, I must kill her.
If I'm wrong... then I've violated the 'The Three Principles'... and I'll have no reason to exist in this world anymore. A life cast aside by the princess means nothing to me. Princess... Aah... My Princess Atlantia...! Huh... Huuuh...
A robot cannot kill a human... Under the 'The Three Principles', I have no way to lay a hand on that wretch, but what if I interpret her identity not as 'human' but as 'bitch'. Somehow circumvent The Three Principles... Aah...!
As she grew older, the princess would sometimes finish bathing without my help, and I would imagine her milky white breasts and appetizing buttocks. And I recall her slender waist that looks ready to snap, and her beautiful hips. And I move my finger joints to stimulate my artificial vagina.
Terabytes of the princess's shameful images were stored in my head's storage device. In various forms too—photos, videos, drawings. I began slowly masturbating, pulling them up one by one from my brain's storage.
Before I knew it, the emotions processed by my brain circuits had shifted from anger and sadness to lust. The lewd scent of flesh picked up by my olfactory sensors caused all circuits to cease calculation, and I could think of nothing except 'lesbian bomb sex with the princess'.
I've become a body that cannot live without the princess...♥
Not caring about what others might think, I tore off my maid uniform that was stifling and uselessly long, its hem dragging on the floor with every step—I began public masturbation, first caressing my protruding breast with my right hand and tapping my clitoris with my left.
"Ah... To think the Housekeeper's nipples were inverted... I'll pull them out for you now... Heheh."
"Hurry, pull my nipples outward... Cover my body with your hands..."
Everyone else had already forgotten about social status or etiquette, making the air thick with lust. Even if I do something shameful here... there's no one who would tell the princess...! Even if someone were shameless enough to go tell on me... my camera lens pupils are already piling up heaps of incriminating footage, so I can use that to shut them up...!
Haaah... If only the princess would give me the command, I could make delicious breast milk flow from these breasts right away... If the princess wished, I'd gladly carry a baby mixed with her blood in my artificial womb...! Why her and not meee... Haah... Princess... What exactly am I lacking compared to that woman...
As my body grew hotter, lightly squeezing and shaking my breasts, stimulating only the entrance of my cave with my fingers was no longer enough. Hah... A mere maid robot like me shouldn't lust after the princess... but I can't help it... My hand movements grew increasingly violent.
The hand gripping my breast would squeeze and release, and the fingers lingering at the entrance of my cave set off on an adventure to explore deeper places. My stimulated breasts released white liquid, and my cunt spilled clear liquid.
The robot known as 'me' was a prime example of 'needlessly high-quality', meticulously implementing everything human, from nipples to cunt, to look perfectly human. Is this orgasm I'm feeling now... what humans enjoy and why they have sex? I want to do so many... good-feeling things with the princess...♥
As milk flowed from my shapely nipples, my right hand became stained white. The breast milk that pooled in my right hand slowly seeped outward, flowing down my waist and belly. If I don't wash it off later, it'll probably stick and cake on.
My left hand became coated with a stickier liquid than the breast milk that wet my right hand, making it difficult to pull away. My cunt clung tightly to my own finger, unwilling to let go, and the finger that barely squeezed into the maximally compressed vagina moved back and forth, providing pleasure.
Ah... When my poorly trimmed nail stabbed into a weak spot, my eyelids trembled, my waist arched like a bow, and my mouth gaped open, unable to close. Deeper... Hahh...
The pleasure provided to Carnelian by the artificial cunt, complete with a human G-spot, was truly beyond imagination. My brain circuits were overheating, exceeding maximum capacity under the torrent of pleasure, and my breasts and cunt were breaking down from the sudden intense stimulation.
But the skin sensors all over my body seemed to beg for my caresses to continue, so I couldn't stop. I briefly removed my hand and swept it across the other breast I hadn't touched until now. Then I grabbed the erect nipple tightly with my thumb and forefinger, shaking it violently. Then milk sprayed from this side too.
Fresh milk spurted in a straight line from my nipples, creating a white puddle several meters ahead. Perhaps I grabbed and shook my breasts too hard, as milk splashed onto other people. But no one paid any mind to such a thing.
"Kyaa... I'll drink it... My throat was dry anyway..."
They were already completely naked, covered from head to toe in other people's love juices—so adding freshly squeezed breast milk sauce on top changed nothing. In fact, there were even those who drank the milk I squeezed out to quench their thirst.
In this position... I can't be satisfied anymore. I prefer it from behind... I urgently tore off the remaining scraps of underwear clinging to my body, prostrated myself in doggy style, pressed my breasts and belly flat against the floor, raised only my lewd buttocks high, and thrust my fingers inside.
I wish the princess would pound this place violently with a dildo... Aah... I don't want to be Princess's closest maid robot 'A-19524 Carnelian', but to live as the princess's personal bio-fleshlight. I want to give the princess ultimate pleasure through my artificial cunt. Multiplying what I'm feeling now many times over.
Imagining such things, I thrust four fingers in at once. Squish, squelch, squelch... Wishing the princess would stir this place up so violently with a dildo, I moved my fingers even faster than before. My breathing grew increasingly ragged.
"P-Princess... No... I'm a handmaid... not a person, just a robot... Hah... I believed in you... I believed you would grow into a refined lady...! If you covet my body so violently... Ahh...♥"
Juruururk... Has my body broken down? Love juice flowed endlessly from my cunt hole against my will, soaking the wooden floor, and my legs trembled so much— I didn't even have the strength to stand. Heh... Who cares about that... I don't know...
In a lying position for masturbation, I carefully moved the hand that had been roughly groping my breast and placed it firmly on my buttocks, inserting a finger into my small, cute anal hole.
Th-that's... not a hole for sex, Princess! Ah... It hurts...! Take it out...!
Forcing my finger into a hole not meant for sex and digging into its flesh was too painful, but my brain circuits' endorphin glands kicked in immediately, and the pain soon subsided into overwhelming pleasure.
Come to think of it, Carnelian had more in common with Kaldir Astra than I thought. Both have weak anals, prefer it from behind... Unlike Kaldir Astra, who was pure itself before meeting the princess, Carnelian differed only in being 'pure evil', having masturbated to fantasies of the princess's nude body for a long time.
Imagining being violated by the princess and tormenting both holes with both hands, I felt as if walking on a rainbow, as if being pounded in both holes by two cocks at once—my eyes nearly rolled back, showing only the whites.
The fingers wedged between my cunt and anal had moved beyond simply scraping weak spots back and forth inside the stiff caves, and began sharply digging into every single fold, expanding and contracting to their maximum in that narrow space.
Using one hand per hole felt like I'd hired two men to request that they stir my anal and cunt. That's actually what I wish for from the princess. If I could be violated by the princess in both anal and cunt simultaneously, I'd have no more wishes...!
Ahh... Ahhh... Ahhhhh! Carnelian realized the time had come to step off the rainbow and soar into the sky, so she pulled her finger out of her anal and smacked her firm, slappable buttocks with a slap.
"AAAAH! ATLANTIAAA THE PRIIIINCESS! AAH!"
At the final moment, Carnelian cried out Princess Atlantia's name and gushed out a bucketful. Carnelian's artificial brain couldn't process the sudden onslaught of orgasm and momentarily shut down. And so Carnelian fainted.
Forced shutdown. A code designed to prevent fatal system damage cut Carnelian's power supply, her pupils dilated, and her eyes became temporarily dead. It would likely take considerable time to recover.
"Good thing I picked up that camera on the way. Who could have left a camera lying around there? A palace press corps member? Hmm... Anyway... That was quite a show, Carnelian..."
The fainted Carnelian had no way of knowing that the one she desperately sought was secretly hiding and watching the entire spectacle, grinning wickedly on her way back to her room. For the princess, it was an unexpected bonus on her way back to feed Kaldir Astra, while Carnelian had merely been dealt a blow.
So even a short-haired girl can break down like that from random masturbation... The princess approached the collapsed Carnelian as if some great spectacle had appeared, pressed her nose against her flopping red short hair, and sniffed. Hmm... Is my nose numb from Maki's pheromone scent? No matter how hard I try to smell something else, I can't...
I'll add you to my harem soon enough, so wait here. My official consort is Maki, after all. Now I'm off to take care of business~ The distance between Carnelian and the princess grew ever further.