Chapter 178
Chapter 178
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: 177. The Imperial Princess's Repayment (4)
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“So, you’re planning to take Veil as your husband?”
Irina’s eyes flashed with a wolf-like sharpness.
She then glared at Lea, with her golden locks.
“You’re thinking of becoming empress, and you still want to marry Veil?”
“Veil’s just a baron, you know. Don’t you know most emperors marry grand duchesses or marchionesses?”
Stung by Irina and Lydia’s sharp words, Lea fell silent for a moment.
But soon, she smiled brightly and replied.
“You only know one side and not the other, don’t you?”
The empire’s First Imperial Princess leisurely crossed her legs.
The lace stockings wrapped around her thighs stretched taut.
“I can just make Veil a marquis.”
A commoner orphan turned empire’s marquis.
At those words, Irina and Lydia’s eyes gleamed.
“I can do it. I can raise the man who’ll be my husband myself.”
Lea elegantly placed her hand on her ample bosom.
With a sensuous gaze befitting a monarch, she continued.
“And that won’t let that lustful girl Christina snatch him away.”
The white-haired princess whose escort she’d disliked from the start.
Recalling her, Lea’s lion-like sharp eyes stood out.
“Well, if you want him that badly, I’ll make Veil the empire’s guardian.”
Lea smiled sweetly.
Then, with a sisterly merciful look, she added.
“Then you can have a spot as concubines, right?”
“...”
Irina took a deep breath upon hearing the First Imperial Princess’s words.
Then, in the gentle voice of Veil’s childhood friend, she said.
“I know him best. Veil would refuse such a burdensome position.”
Irina’s eyes softened, as if recalling a memory only she knew.
With a wistful expression, she countered.
“Rather than being trapped by you as a pillar husband, I’ll protect him.”
Lea tilted her head at her sister’s words.
Her eyes still brimmed with leisure.
“Huh...? I never said anything about trapping Veil.”
Irina scoffed.
Lydia did the same.
The petite youngest imperial princess pointed at Lea’s figure and answered for her.
“With that body of yours crushing him flat—that’s trapping him, what else?”
Lydia, who’d been listening quietly, stepped in.
She chuckled with her eyes, thumbs-upping herself.
“Better a petite, cuddly body like mine than your intimidating bulk, right?”
The Third Imperial Princess, unusually confident in her body today.
Lea took interest.
“You’re awfully chatty today, Lydia. Some progress with Veil, I take it?”
At the First Imperial Princess’s question, Lydia crossed her arms alone.
Amid her taller sisters, she proudly lifted her chin.
“Hehe...”
She looked like a baby leopard holding its own among beasts.
“You all know what happens when a man and woman get close, right?”
Lydia’s loaded question.
But the imperial princesses reacted indifferently.
“We’ve pressed our bodies together way deeper and more intensely than you.”
“Hmm—maybe usually.”
The youngest imperial princess opened her lips with arrogant eyes.
Her sharp canines gleamed.
“But this time was different.”
Lydia closed her eyes, recalling that memory.
And just as she was about to boast—
“...!”
The image flashed: her getting spanked by that man, letting out lewd cries.
The moment their intimate parts had pressed hard against each other.
Her whole body shuddering beautifully.
Before any real relations, she’d collapsed trembling—her raw, exposed self all came rushing back.
“...”
Her face flushed beet red, her expression frozen solid.
The memory of that lowly commoner relentlessly spanking and disciplining her hips.
She could never tell her imperial sisters.
Her skin still twitched against the chair even now.
“What...”
Irina sensed something off.
“Why aren’t you answering...? What the hell happened?!”
Instinctively feeling danger, she clenched her fists.
“...”
But Lydia remained stiff and silent.
Irina just grabbed her shoulders and shook.
“Tell me already, Lydia!”
The youngest imperial princess’s twin tails swayed.
Yet Lydia gave no answer, face red.
“Something definitely happened between you two.”
Lea swallowed hard, watching Lydia’s reaction.
She’d achieved nothing major until now.
This quiet, adolescent-girl-like demeanor from her was deeply unsettling.
“Ufufu.... Honestly, I’m over the emperor thing now.”
Lydia covered her lips with her palm.
In a sultry whisper like a woman awakened to pleasure, she murmured.
“I’m thinking of just taking Veil and ruling Samard.”
Samard.
At the word, the imperial princesses froze.
Come to think of it, Lydia.
Her maternal family had long acknowledged Veil’s abilities.
They even ran family businesses together.
Even without Leonhardt’s permission, they could just head east together.
“N-No way.... You think Veil would bother going to such a hot place?”
Irina stammered in reply.
“Veil’s watermelon farm is in our capital’s west. He wouldn’t go to Samard.”
Lea tried to stay calm too.
But Lydia ignored their rebuttals.
She jutted her chin and drove the point home.
“Even if Veil stays here, Father won’t let you date him.”
Father.
Those three letters left the imperial princesses speechless.
They knew his strict nature better than anyone.
“But I’m different.”
Unlike them, Lydia had solid support from her foreign backers.
“My mother and maternal family already approve. Plus, Veil admitted he likes me.”
Lydia placed fingers on her twin tails.
“He was cutely scared Father wouldn’t allow it.”
Then, twirling them like pasta strands, she shyly added.
“Stuff like that—we can just elope to the east together.”
Exactly.
Lydia had her homeland as an escape route.
A lovers’ getaway to take her beloved man.
“...”
“...”
But the other imperial princesses had no such safety net.
They stood speechless.
The imperial princesses’ garden fell silent.
Birdsong from nearby trees was audible.
―――――.
Irina’s chair scraped back.
The silver-haired imperial princess rose indifferently.
“Where are you going?”
Red-eyed Lydia asked.
Lea also looked up at Irina steadily.
“...”
But the imperial princess gave no reply.
She simply...
Walked silently north, toward Veil’s house.
“Guess I should go too.”
Lea rose from the round table as well.
She closed her uniform jacket, forcing a blank expression.
“Hehe.... Yeah, go on. I’ll share my story later—.”
Sensing victory, Lydia laughed heartily, hands on hips.
She looked like a little spitfire.
“...”
At her lustful laughter, the two imperial princesses halted.
They coldly glared at their cheeky little sister.
“Oh my—you turn tail the second I offer to tell.”
Lydia, thrilled at holding the reins for once, covered her mouth.
She giggled at her sisters like a little succubus.
“Curious?”
“...”
Irina’s lips twitched.
She’d just shared deep intimacy with Veil after so long.
She wanted to know how far they’d gone.
To push ahead herself.
Lea felt the same.
She’d gone to the irreversible brink with Veil.
Seeing cheeky Lydia turn so womanly and mature.
She was dying to know what they’d done.
“Ufufu—fine—.”
Lydia stopped laughing.
Leisurely, she began revealing her gains.
“Well, a hint—.”
Lydia slipped fingers into the dress fabric around her neck.
She pulled it taut like a collar, sticking out her red tongue.
“Collar and corporal punishment...?”
Like a trained bitch.
“All the skinship you’ve done so far? You could do that without a deep bond.”
For once, the youngest hit the nail on the head.
“But I’m different?”
Just thinking of it made saliva pool in Lydia’s mouth unwittingly.
“Veil finally laid hands on my royal body while we mingled.”
Just saying it made her whole body hypersensitive.
But her desire to boast won out, so she pressed on.
“Kneaded, spanked, did whatever he wanted.”
Irina and Lea silently watched their sister.
“This is only possible between souls who bare it all. Right?”
Hand on her chest, Lydia.
She finally unleashed all her pent-up bragging.
“Whew—.”
Eyes crinkling in triumphant glee, the imperial princess took her teacup.
Gulped it down heartily.
“...”
Irina’s under-eye twitched.
Spanking.
Collars.
Playfully kneading.
Could a mere baron do that to an imperial princess?
Maybe Veil had grown truly intimate with Lydia and done it himself.
“T-To make Veil do such things...!”
The imperial princess assumed her lustful sister had forced him.
But why.
Irina’s body grew sensitive unwittingly.
Veil had never led forceful intimacy with her.
She wanted to savor being led like that.
“Yes, Lydia. Pressuring a man with your status.”
Lea scolded Lydia too.
“That goes against Father’s teachings, the imperial mindset.”
But she swallowed hard too.
Every secret meeting with Veil.
She’d always led; he’d never taken charge.
A Veil spanking her ass and kneading her flesh freely.
It was intriguing.
Like finding the answer to a stubborn puzzle.
“Hmm—think what you want.”
Lydia brushed off her sisters’ boring lectures.
Instead, she twirled her twin tails, lost in thought.
“Anyway, Veil and I are at that open level now.”
Just imagining the next step with him.
“...”
Fed up, Irina whipped her head away.
She stormed out of the garden.
Lea buttoned her uniform jacket too.
Headed to the carriage with sensuous strides.
――――――.
The two slipped into empty corridors and halls separately.
But their minds held the same thought.
A relationship led by Veil.
Savoring pleasure within it—themselves.
Left alone, Irina scanned around.
Confirming no one, she placed a hand on her neck.
“Collar...”
Lea, alone in the shadows, breathed deeply.
Lightly placed a hand on her ample hips.
“...”
The imperial princess cautiously gripped her own flesh with fingers.
“Fun, isn’t it, Mikhail. Acting all pure and aloof with me...”
Then, her lips curled up.
“I could allow it once or twice as a reward later.”
The imperial princesses’ eyes lost their monarchic sharpness for a moment.
Instead, their unfocused pupils gleamed with feral lust.
“So, Veil likes that kind of play, huh?”