Chapter 43
Translator - Zofu
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Forced awake at dawn on Sunday, the moment he saw with his own two eyes what his younger sister was up to, the psychological fatigue that came flooding in like a tide was too much for the Atlantis Third Emperor to overcome. He closed his eyes again and continued to snore away without even getting up to use the bathroom.
The Emperor's cry of "You wake me up on a Sunday, of all days, when everyone's supposed to be resting, and this is what it's about?" was hardly relevant to the laborers, tenant farmers, and slaves who made up most of the nation. But seeing him pass out the moment he returned to his bedroom, it seemed he genuinely felt wronged to have been woken up by his retainers only to witness such an unsightly scene.
Keugh... keugh... keugh... phu-hu-hu... The man who normally sang about how he couldn't fall asleep without holding a woman several times was now snoring so raggedly it seemed like it might cut out at any moment. The Emperor's snoring subsided and he regained consciousness around noon on Monday. He'd skipped a whopping four meals since Sunday morning.
Keugh... How long did I sleep? I'd made a fuss about sleeping a whole week straight... but I guess I didn't make it that far. Let's see... I went to the outdoor garden, saw Atlantia fucking around, then came back to my bedroom... around 1 AM? From 1 AM Sunday to noon Monday... Wow! Congratulations! Your 35 hours have vanished into thin air!
Though they called him Emperor, he was merely a puppet state's figurehead anyway, so skipping out for over a day wouldn't cause any real problems. The powerful retainers and the governor-general's office would handle everything just fine. It's not like I do anything important... he thought, cradling his foggy head in both hands.
After getting up and clearing his head for a moment, he became lost in thought about his younger sister: Same father, different mother. Though they were half-siblings, it wasn't a given that they had to be on bad terms... but at least that saying didn't apply to us. So why am I getting so worked up about what that sister of mine is up to...?
"Hey! Is anyone out there? Someone get in here!"
"Y-yes, Your Majesty. You called? Is your body feeling well? I-I shall inform them to prepare a meal at once!"
Keugh, a meal... After skipping a whopping four meals, and if he missed this one too he'd be starving for five, but he didn't particularly feel like eating anything. Instead, his interest was focused on how well the mess Atlantia had caused had been cleaned up.
"No, never mind. I'll eat later. More importantly... that, the commotion that occurred in the palace last night, how well... was it resolved?"
"Ah, that... Yes! There is no need for concern, everything has been resolved!"
Then that's a relief. The Emperor sighed inwardly and began receiving a report about the overnight commotion from a nameless retainer—who'd been waiting outside and rushed in the moment he called, and, perhaps because he'd slept too long, he still couldn't think straight and didn't know what the hell was going on.
Hearing first that all situations had been resolved put his mind much more at ease. However, his brow furrowed at the part where several women had gone into heat for unknown reasons and indiscriminately jumped people, resulting in a number of men being squeezed dry, with the majority still not recovered.
But at the part where they'd somehow succeeded in thoroughly cleaning up all traces of the intense intercourse, where all pheromone victims without exception had been gathered and were undergoing treatment with no escapees, and where they'd succeeded in preventing this matter from leaking outside the Imperial Palace—there he could afford to crack a slight smile.
"To have cleaned up that mess, impressive."
Had the situation been different, he'd have wanted to give out an award. But now... hmm... he was in no mood to be giving anyone awards. For now, since there was a high risk of the embers reigniting even after being put out, his priority was to keep a close eye on the extinguished fire.
"Where is Atlantia? After causing this disaster, is she back in her room now? And... has anything been discovered about that wench she was with?"
"Th-that... We are most sorry... We have not... discovered anything up to that point. The Princess is not in her room either... We are currently searching the entire palace high and low for where she might have gone."
Atlantia... damn it. I don't know where she's been or what she's been up to until now, but when she gets back, I need to ask if she has any conscience left to show her face around after causing this mess. If I go through this chaos and don't get angry, I'm a Buddha, a Buddha.
I should take this opportunity to kick her out of the palace for good. Since we're practically strangers anyway, we might as well split up for good so there's nothing to fight about anymore... and while we're at it, with taxes not collecting well as it is, how much could we save on the budget by cutting down the number of imperial dependents? If I could somehow come up with an excuse to bundle that eyesore Atlantia and kick her out as a set, even better.
While her elder brother was scheming to kick her out of the palace for good, the Princess was fast asleep, holding Kaldir tight in her arms. Her physical fatigue was so severe that she'd even stopped having sex in the dream space and was sleeping like a log.
If she hadn't played with her body so roughly, her mind wouldn't have collapsed so quickly either... Around the thousandth time, something snapped and she could no longer continue the dream sex. Clearly... they'd been banging just fine until then... It seemed the sleep instinct had stopped the Princess in her tracks, perhaps because continuously expending mental energy for dream sex left no room to recover from physical fatigue.
Meanwhile, Kaldir, who'd achieved the feat of one thousand consecutive dream sex sessions... likewise could not open her eyelids. Though she'd gained the unexpected harvest of mastering advanced sex skills from being continuously ravished by the Princess in the dream world, the mental energy expended for it was truly enormous.
The sight of these two people, both their physical energy and mental strength completely drained, sleeping quietly without snoring was truly beautiful. One might say it was like watching a pair of princesses in the forest. To be precise, there was one Princess and the other was a commoner girl... but it was a story that works either way.
Who would look at Kaldir's beauty now and shout about her being a commoner? If a woman saw her, she'd be drawn by the pheromones and couldn't resist putting her hands on Kaldir; even a man immune to pheromones would be busy stiffening his dick. Kaldir's face, still with baby fat like a child, was just that pretty.
And what of those breasts, so enormous they couldn't compare to the concubines that old men from noble families kept on either arm. Moreover, even the string bodysuit that had covered parts of the skin crossing the collarbones and underbreast had been removed. Considering she was in no state to refuse a hand even if it casually groped her breasts, it was truly an enormous temptation.
Though she was now soiled from rolling around all night with the Princess, crushing plants under them, Kaldir's beauty still shone like a diamond buried in dirt. And what of the Princess lying next to her? Unlike Kaldir, that sleek jawline without baby fat, and those breasts—smaller than Kaldir's but still far above average size.
Perhaps if a passing witch saw that sight, instead of cursing them to become ugly monsters, she'd cast a curse turning them into lecherous lesbian whores and take them home to play with them.
For better or for worse, no witch with perverted sexual notions appeared. And though they'd supposedly resolved the series of commotions, the Imperial Palace side was still so swamped with administering symptomatic treatment to women suffering from withdrawal from the seductive pheromones that they couldn't commit many personnel to searching for the Princess.
"Uhm... Slept well. As expected, you need to exercise before bed and tire out your body a bit... to sleep well... Maki, shouldn't you get up now? The sun is already high... no, judging by how refreshed I feel, it must be Monday afternoon... I suppose."
"Uugh... Master... did you... sleep well..."
Stretching, the Princess who'd risen first grabbed and shook the baby fat on Kaldir's face—who'd still been in dreamland until then—to wake her. Now was the time to use the sage time that came after the lengthy sex session to discuss countermeasures.
Now then, I'd voluntarily gone around the palace coming out with "Actually, I'm a lesbian"... but since things have gotten a bit out of hand, it won't be easy to pretend nothing happened. I'll definitely be held accountable... So what countermeasures have I prepared for this?
There are none! Having no plan is the plan! If I'd had the mental capacity to think about countermeasures or whatever in the first place, I wouldn't have been going around openly coming out like that! For now, since Maki said she wants to meet my dad too, we could just run away far away as a love escape... but...
Maki said she wants to drive the Lucid Empire out of our country. That's why she wants to meet my dad. If we leave Earth like this, it seems like there'd be a problem with the plan that our clever Maki had cooked up. I should improve my relationship with my big brother before going to meet Dad... Is there any justification to cling to Earth a bit longer?
"Maki! Now that you're up, try to think about what we should do now. You made an android that even I can't make... Anyway, you're smart!"
It was truly shameless of the Princess herself to shift the blame onto Kaldir when she'd been the one who got horny seeing her and rushed to jump her... but in any country you go to, when a problem arises in a master-slave relationship, the fault is not placed on the master. Both the responsibility for causing the problem and the task of figuring out how to fix it fall to the slave.
"Ehehe, I'm not smart... I'm just a stupid, idiotic masochist sow who only knows about sex... hehehe... Don't be like that and please... rub my breasts harder..."
"Ah... soft... feels good... ah, no... this isn't..."
When Kaldir grabbed her hand and placed it on her breast, the Princess, who'd finally entered sage time, was almost dragged in for a moment. Hey, you really have no plan either? Now that it's come to this, should we just fuck like crazy? No... since you're not wearing panties, is it a naked run? Anyway...
"Actually... it's not that I have no plan at all... perhaps with 'that'... we could convince people very simply..."
'That'...? The Princess still wore an expression of not understanding, but Kaldir spoke in a soft, gentle tone, yet confidently. With an attitude that suggested there was no way she could fail.