Tea Ceremony and the Princess's Secret Preparation
I missed this. Drrrk. With a satisfying smile at how cleanly and silently I'd dispatched the bug using the ever-ready spider silk from Sahonroeju—its sharpness and stealth unmatched—I opened the door to the guest room in the annex.
As befitting a chamber prepared for an imperial princess, the room gleamed with wooden furniture etched in ornate patterns, draped in lavish silk decorations that caught the eye at once.
"Oh, you've come...?"
Was the earlier offer of tea just a brief interlude before sealing our bond? Juyeonhui was personally handling the tea set, brewing it with care.
"Hm...? Why not have your maids do it?"
"...In the palace, we often do it ourselves for important matters or esteemed guests..."
"Ah, I see!"
Unlike her debauched siblings, she didn't seem to have indulged in palace vices, but she'd clearly heard and seen plenty. She spoke calmly as she prepared the tea. It must have been a ingrained habit—less habit, more survival tactic—to avoid scandal, no matter her position at the heart of power.
From time immemorial, nothing's toppled the higher-ups like the loose tongues of those beneath them...
A wry smile escaped me at the thought of imperial life, that razor-thin ice where yesterday's foe becomes today's ally and tomorrow's enemy. Their culture was built to minimize witnesses and evidence in such a treacherous world. Why make life so damn complicated?
"Isn't that all because marriages and bonds aren't born of true love?"
"Hm... Can't deny that. Even with a spouse of fine character and talent, as you say, it won't last without genuine affection..."
She took a light sip of the tea she'd poured herself. I drank in her elegant form, then picked up the chair before me and drew it close to her side.
"In that sense, Princess, you're far happier than your siblings."
I aligned our chairs side by side, draped an arm softly over her shoulders, and whispered in her ear. She trembled slightly at the sudden touch, flustered and frozen, her hands fluttering helplessly before she squeezed her eyes shut and bowed her head.
"I... I don't know. How could I fall so hard for a man I've known mere days...? Even I can't make sense of myself anymore..."
Her face flushed crimson, lips pouting as she tilted her head in bewilderment, as if the situation defied all logic.
By any common sense, even if I was a ridiculously handsome stud, Juyeonhui—as an imperial princess of marriageable age—had met and conversed with every variety of beauty this world offered. Her stated preference for strong men would have been satisfied by the first-rate pinnacle experts among the Geumuiwi at her young age, back when she didn't know me...
Perplexed by this inexplicable turn, she leaned into my embrace while shooting me puzzled glances.
Like you could figure it out just by wondering... Heh. It's simply instinct—bees drawn to flowers by raw ability.
My lips curled at the Incubus power from that damn ero-game, its proven convenience in handling women and the myriad feats it'd shown so far.
"Well, maybe it's just that your taste runs to men like me? You were the one who demanded me, after all."
"Th-that's... true..."
"Anyway, we'll have plenty of time for those complications later. But from what I sensed earlier... have you already prepared?"
She flinched. With a playful smile, my hand—still around her shoulders—traced slowly down her torso: ribs, waist, hips. It caressed the magnificent curves hidden beneath her ornate robes, then gripped one firm cheek and squeezed gently.
"Ngh...!"
Fine hairs stood on end along her exposed nape. Juyeonhui let out an adorable whimper, shuddering violently before nodding faintly.
"I... I used what you gave me, just as you instructed. But those were things I'd never seen before... Are they really meant for that?"
She ducked her head further in shame, mumbling in a voice like a crawling insect. It was the natural reaction to my request, so I nodded firmly.
The enema kit's a bit out there, honestly... Not like anal's mainstream here.
What I'd given Juyeonhui was an enema tool set. A cheap plastic one I'd bought in the real world after Park Jisu's sessions awakened my interest in backdoor play.
Her eyes had bulged comically when I asked, struck by the alien material and purpose. The memory drew a chuckle.
"Don't laugh...!"
I'd barely snickered, but hypersensitive from the topic, she shot me a sulky glare. Fearing she'd back out of anal, I schooled my face and stroked her waist soothingly.
"I'm laughing because it's cute. Because I like it."
"Hmph... But... is the back... really possible? Even if I'm inexperienced, I've never heard of doing it that way...?"
"What else would those tools be for? I got them from a western merchant long ago. Haven't tried them myself, but no doubt they're made for anal relations."
"Y-you're new to it too?"
"Yes. Needs prep like that, and I never had reason to bother before. First time for me too, Princess."
Her dissatisfaction and embarrassment with the enema vanished the instant I admitted it was my first anal too. Her expression brightened dramatically.
From her view, as a married man, I was surely a well-worn used good. Discovering a "new item" feature unused by others? Her reaction was only natural.
I aimed for that too... Highborn lady deserves at least one "first," anal or pussy.
I pulled her close, her eyes sparkling with delight at this new side of me, then rose slowly, stepping toward the bed to begin in earnest.
"Hrm...! Indeed, as you said, relations through the back would preserve my virginity until marriage. The palace won't suspect a thing."
As I led her to the bed, she rationalized anal's merits and effects aloud. She craved sex but lacked a worthy partner—and feared penalties for losing her virginity. My bullshit had redirected that pent-up frustration, turning her into an anal zealot. It was absurd, yet endearingly fresh: a prim lady from a strict household just awakening to lust.
Thus, with our minds on different dreams, we reached the grand bed. Juyeonhui gazed at me with curiosity burning in her eyes.
"...Truthfully, with no experience, I haven't a clue where to start."
Even for anal, she was asking how to "break" her own virginity. My heart raced at the thrill; uncharacteristically, I swallowed hard and nodded.
"Hm... Then, for starters, could you remove your lower garments and lie prone on the bed?"
"J-just the lowers...?"
"Yes. Just the bottoms. It's your first time too—wouldn't want you embarrassed."
"I-is that so?"
She cocked her head—What's left to be shy about for pussy or ass?—but as an inexperienced woman with a "veteran" husband, she trusted my lead. Nodding, she turned, shed her skirts in a rustle, then crawled onto the bed, her moon-pale cheeks jiggling as she assumed position.
Between lustrous black hair, the tips of her flushed ears peeked out. Her upper body remained clad in splendid traditional attire, contrasting starkly with her utterly bare lower half.
Instinctively, she arched into cat pose: pink folds fully exposed, plump cheeks framing a chrysanthemum-tight anus above.
Far more tantalizing than a fully nude woman, the sight swelled my cock—unsatisfied from pleasing Dokgo Hwaryeon earlier—to full, aching hardness.
Whew... Reminds me of that shrine maiden...
For some reason, the voluptuous miko from the apocalypse world—who'd taken my meaningful first—flashed through my mind.