Chapter 82: I’d Like You to Become an Onahole Just Like Me. You Can Do That, Right?
Chapter 82: I’d Like You to Become an Onahole Just Like Me. You Can Do That, Right?
In a corner of the Imperial Princess’s residence, inside the guest room.
Yuria Madeline, the second daughter of the historic Marquis House of Madeline, sat on the sofa, waiting in a state of constant tension.
‘I must stay calm… I can’t forget my father’s wishes. For the sake of our house…!’
The exalted Imperial Princess of the Empire had actually come to their academy.
Princess Alicia was already an incredible figure, but this time it was the Imperial Princess herself—the first in line for the throne.
Yuria was amazed, but on the other hand, she had thought it was none of her business.
While the House of Madeline was a family of long-standing tradition, that was ultimately an old story. Nowadays, they were evaluated as having lost much of their former glory.
Her father was trying to rebuild their influence through various political activities, but the competition was simply too fierce. Naturally, the families surrounding the Imperial Family were mostly prestigious names that everyone recognized.
‘Only people like that would be allowed to approach the Imperial Princess…’
Yuria had been ready to give up on the idea, but her father had personally attended the Imperial Princess’s entrance ceremony and told her:
“Yuria. I am sorry to ask this of you, but Minister of Internal Affairs Callion was ousted recently.”
The Minister of Internal Affairs. It was a position her father had been eyeing for a long time.
“According to the rumors, the Imperial Princess herself was involved in his downfall.”
“…The Imperial Princess?”
“Now that Her Highness is an adult, she likely intends to begin building her political power in earnest.”
Her father’s words were a bit complicated. Yuria didn’t yet know much about the various political intrigues and power struggles happening within the palace. However, she knew well that her father was fighting a difficult battle.
“In that sense, Yuria, my daughter. I need your help.”
“Father…”
Yuria felt a small surge of joy. Her father had always fought alone and lonely. She had always felt a lingering regret that she couldn't be of more help to him. But now, that very father had approached her personally to ask for a favor.
“What is it, Father? I’m fine with anything. As long as I can be of help to you…!”
“Thank you, Yuria. It isn’t a difficult task. But it might be taxing.”
“It’s alright, Father. As a daughter of the House of Madeline, it is my duty. So, what is it?”
Her father hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“I would like you to build a friendship with the Imperial Princess.”
“A friendship?”
“At the very least, a level of closeness where Her Highness can remember the name ‘Madeline.’ That is what I need.”
“If it’s just that…”
Wasn't that a simple task? Yuria thought so for a split second, but upon further reflection, it was actually quite difficult.
“There are likely many other daughters thinking the same thing as us.”
“……I suppose so.”
“To break through the competition of those daughters and make the Imperial Princess remember the name Madeline and your face—that is the favor I ask of you. Can you do it?”
Yuria carefully recalled her life at the academy. The numerous young ladies belonging to formidable families. The various factions and dark politics that played out even within the school walls. To pierce through all that and engrave the three syllables of ‘Madeline’ into the Imperial Princess’s memory?
It wouldn't be easy.
‘But I have to do it. It’s what Father wants.’
“…I can do it.”
Yuria steeled her heart and answered.
“Truly? Yuria! How admirable. I am truly happy.”
“Don’t worry, Father. I will… I will make sure to engrave the name Madeline upon the Imperial Princess.”
Yuria Madeline made that promise to her father. She would become close to the Imperial Princess, no matter what.
‘Though it wasn’t easy.’
As expected, there were countless people around the Imperial Princess. There were the maids serving her, and her bodyguard, Lady Angelica Pedeia. Furthermore, rumors said that the academy’s only commoner male was seen loitering around the Imperial Princess’s building.
Why a commoner? She didn't quite understand, but she assumed the Imperial Princess had some grand design in mind.
That wasn't the important part. It was the sheer number of young ladies rushing to get close to Her Highness.
“Your Imperial Highness? It is an honor to meet you. I am from the prestigious…!”
“Princess! Would you like to try this? It’s a tart I made myself!”
“Princess, I was wondering if you had any particular hobbies…”
Daughters of prestigious noble families whose names alone would make one’s jaw drop were constantly seen swarming the Imperial Princess just to get a word in. Normally, Yuria would have just sneered from a distance.
‘But now, I must participate in that war myself.’
For her father and for her family, she had to throw herself into that battlefield. And then, like a miracle, she succeeded in making eye contact with the Imperial Princess.
Yuria immediately bowed as she had practiced.
“I hope you are well, Your Highness! I am Yuria Madeline of the Marquis House of Madeline…!”
“Yuria. That’s a pretty name.”
……!?
‘The Imperial Princess… she said my name!’
Something that could only be described as a miracle had happened. Out of all those young ladies, the Imperial Princess had personally taken notice of her.
“What’s with her?”
“Madeline? Why a family like that?”
The jealous glares of the other young ladies didn't even register. The Imperial Princess couldn't take her eyes off her.
“You have a pretty face… and a good figure… You must take very good care of yourself?”
“I… I am honored! Your Highness!”
The Princess even stepped closer, inspecting her face and body from various angles.
“He would certainly like you.”
“…Pardon?”
“Just talking to myself. Hehe…”
Even the way the Imperial Princess laughed was elegant. She approached cautiously and whispered to Yuria.
“Yuria. If you have the time, would you like to come over to my residence?”
“Right… now?”
“Yes. If you go to the residence first, a maid will guide you.”
What was happening? What did she mean by coming over? Yuria didn't quite know what this implied. Did she really want to hang out and talk, or was there some other intention?
But either way, Yuria’s choice was already made.
‘I can’t miss this opportunity…!’
“…I understand, Your Highness.”
“Then I’ll see you in a bit.”
Following the Imperial Princess’s words, she headed straight for the residence. And she had already been waiting in the guest room for two hours.
“I wonder when she’s coming. The Imperial Princess…”
She had already drunk five cups of tea provided by the maid. The refreshments were all gone as well. It was a tense and anxious time, but Yuria maintained her dignity throughout.
This was an opportunity to have a private audience and exchange greetings with the Imperial Princess. To leave a good impression, a noble always had to appear composed and dignified.
“Lady Yuria Madeline. Thank you for waiting. Her Highness is calling for you.”
“Ah… yes!”
“Please follow me.”
At the maid’s call, Yuria sprang to her feet. They weren't meeting in the guest room?
‘I suppose since there are many rooms, we might meet somewhere else…?’
Yuria carefully followed the maid to another room in the residence.
“It is this room.”
It was a room located in a somewhat secluded corner. Inside this room was the Imperial Princess.
‘Stay calm. Calm…! Think of Father…!’
Steeling her resolve, Yuria cautiously entered the room.
“Excuse me…?”
“You’ve arrived.”
Waiting inside was the Imperial Princess. And.
“Oh~. Is that her? Serna-chan, you’ve got an eye for this.”
It was the untouchable commoner.
“……Eh?”
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I thought she’d be incredibly flustered and shocked by my presence, but this noble girl named Yuria was more composed than I expected.
“I see, Your Highness. You are personally meeting even a commoner to experience people of various statuses. As expected, you are magnificent. I should follow your example.”
She even went as far as to calmly sip her tea in front of me.
I like her.
I sent a signal to Serna with my eyes.
Good job, Serna!
Yuria Madeline, was it? A Marquis’s daughter. Her family was said to be quite historic.
She had the brown "drill" curls that were exactly my type, and her breasts… they were beyond just "usable"; they were big enough that the outline of her areolas almost seemed to peek through. Plus, that sharp look in her eyes as she smiled while facing both a Princess and a commoner simultaneously.
She was the textbook definition of a high-and-mighty young lady.
Perfectly my type. A lady needs to have some spirit to her. That’s what makes breaking her so much fun, right?
“Yuria. I have a specific reason for calling you here.”
“What… might that be?”
Her voice was slightly tense. Anyone could see she was prepared for something. Just as Serna said, she was a noble lady who was "ready to do anything."
Serna gave me a quick glance, set down her teacup, and spoke.
“Actually, I find myself in need of a friend I can share my heart with.”
“A friend…?”
“Yes. As you know, Yuria, I haven't been at the academy for long. And yet, it’s so noisy all around me, isn't it?”
That was true. Serna was popular.
“Yes, that is true, Your Highness.”
“That is why I want you to become a true friend to me, Yuria.”
“A true… friend.”
“A friend I can open up to and talk with.”
I wasn't sure if Serna was being sincere, but one thing was certain: Yuria was thinking about something else. Those were the eyes of someone full of ambition, seizing an opportunity.
“Humble as I am, if I can be of help to Your Highness, I would be honored to do anything.”
“Hehe… thank you, Yuria. It’s not easy to find a like-minded Onahole friend, you see.”
“An Onahole… friend?”
“Yes. An Onahole friend.”
Serna spoke nonchalantly as she looked at me.
“I’d like you to become an Onahole just like me. You can do that, right?”