Chapter 289
Chapter 289
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: 288. Amid the Fireworks (7)
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The barn was far more comfortable than its rough exterior suggested.
Someone must have visited occasionally to indulge in some escapades—the floor was clean, and there was even a table and a brazier.
If anything, it felt more like a small cottage than a mere barn.
“Much cozier than I expected.”
“This place is actually one of the imperial retreats. Back when Rubintsk wasn’t as bustling, it served as a rest stop for patrols.”
I’d thought she’d instinctively pointed out a hiding spot.
But the Third Imperial Princess seemed to know this place all too well.
It left a strange feeling, but for now, I checked the windows to make sure no one was coming.
“Don’t worry about the knights. I gave them permission to enjoy the party after their duties, so they’ll head back soon.”
Sure enough.
Just as she said, the knights were already descending the hill, chatting about grabbing some beer.
I couldn’t see them with the naked eye, but I could infer from the fading lights and voices.
“Why not relax now that you’re at ease?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
I turned my head, reassured.
What caught my eye was Lydia, climbing onto the simple bed and wrapping herself in the blanket.
“I’m sorry for bringing you to such a humble place.”
As I approached the princess’s bed, Lydia chuckled softly, her gaze relaxed.
“It’s fine. What’s wrong with a barn?”
The princess looked up at the cozy wooden ceiling.
“I’ve heard that when the Goddess of the Continent was born into the world in human form, it was in a barn just like this.”
“When you put it that way, it feels almost sacred.”
With my mind finally at ease, I sat on the edge of the bed.
Lydia let out a deep breath and lay down gently on the bed as well.
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The quiet barn was lit by the distant crackle of fireworks still going strong.
“The fireworks are still in full swing.”
“They’ll probably go on for hours. We brought quite a stock from Samard.”
The princess peeked out from under the blanket that covered her body, flashing me a gentle smile.
“Come join me up here. You look exhausted.”
Maybe it was the late hour.
A yawn rose unbidden.
“Then I’ll rest for a bit.”
As I climbed onto the bed without protest, the princess asked,
“Aren’t you cold?”
I hesitated at her question.
Truth be told, carrying her up the hill had left me a bit sweaty.
After setting her down, the sweat had cooled, leaving me slightly chilled.
Emboldened, I answered honestly.
“A little chilly, yeah.”
“Is that so…?”
As if she’d been waiting for that, Lydia’s full, vibrant lips curved into a sly smile.
Then, with a seductive glint in her eyes, she said,
“Why don’t you… come inside…?”
The princess slowly lifted the blanket covering her.
And there…
Gone were the clothes she’d worn when I carried her up…
Instead, a thin, form-fitting dancer’s outfit clung to her body.
A black cheongsam that revealed every swollen curve.
“Your Highness…? Your outfit…”
“I spilled some beer earlier. It was sticky, so I changed, that’s all.”
Lydia said it with feigned innocence, playing it cool.
“Come on, get in.”
The Third Imperial Princess lay on her side, lifting the blanket just enough to let it sway enticingly.
At her devilish allure, saliva pooled in my mouth.
Between her spread thighs, the thin fabric barely concealed the soft mound of her pubic bone.
“Hee hee… What are you staring at like that?”
“Oh, nothing…”
Lydia chuckled and casually rubbed my cheek with her finger.
But I knew.
Even in that sensitively revealing outfit that sent shivers down her spine, her heart must be pounding wildly inside.
Thinking I hadn’t noticed, Lydia continued in her leisurely tone.
“You were entranced watching my dance before, and now it’s the same.”
“My apologies.”
As I apologized, Lydia slowly pulled me toward her shoulder.
Then, with a hot breath, she whispered,
“It’s fine. I’ve known for a while that you’re a cheeky one.”
As I drew closer, the princess glanced at my sweat-dampened back.
Then, pressing against me subtly, she said,
“Your back looks so tense. Must be from carrying me.”
“It’s nothing. You’re the lightest of the three, after all.”
I waved it off to reassure her.
But Lydia pouted, hurt by a different part of what I’d said.
“So you’ve carried my other sisters too?”
“Yes. I carried Irina in a past life when escorting her, and Lea as well…”
Wait a second.
How had I carried Lea, exactly?
As I racked my brain, I recalled the most recent time—holding her with me still inside.
Unlike when I’d carried Lydia, her heavy yet soft body.
The moment I’d picked her up facing me, our chests had pressed together with her ample swelling…
“Enough.”
As if reading my thoughts, Lydia shot me a sulky glare like a jealous black panther.
Then, she slowly moved behind me and placed both hands on my shoulders.
“Let me see your back. I’ll give you a massage.”
Lydia stared at my broad back.
The sweat-glistened curves caught her eye.
“Are you sure that’s okay?”
“My father comes to the east sometimes, so I practiced a bit in case I could give him one.”
The princess began kneading my tense shoulders with her delicate, reed-like hands.
“Of course, I never actually got the chance.”
“Now that His Majesty is healthy, you’ll have your opportunity soon enough.”
Hearing that, the princess paused her busy kneading.
Then, with a short sigh, she agreed.
“Yes, maybe now I will.”
Lydia resumed rubbing my shoulders with her cute little hands.
It didn’t really loosen anything, but feeling the warmth from her fingers, I pretended it felt good.
“Thank you. My fatigue’s melting away.”
“What can’t I do?”
The youngest princess giggled and pressed harder with newfound confidence.
She seemed weak to praise, upon closer inspection.
“Now, your turn?”
“Me…?”
After a few minutes, Lydia tapped her own shoulders, apparently tired.
“Yeah, my legs were killing me leaning against that wall in front of the restaurant earlier.”
Lydia flopped onto the bed.
The cheongsam fabric around her lower abdomen and crotch swayed dizzyingly before settling slowly.
“I’ve never really done a massage, but I’ll give it a try.”
As I accepted the order, Lydia slowly extended one leg toward me.
A plump, glossy thigh.
Despite not being particularly tall or slender, her prowess in martial arts and dance came from this firm flesh.
‘Like this…?’
I gently cradled her spread thigh with both hands.
Then, carefully kneaded various spots to release the tension.
The princess lay there, staring up at me intently.
She kept covering her twitching lips with her fingers, as if to hide her smile.
“Hnng…”
Pressing deep into her inner thigh drew an unwitting lewd moan from Lydia.
Thinking it was tense there, I pressed harder—and she hooked her knee over my shoulder.
“Haaa…”
In that moment, I realized something.
Lydia’s legs weren’t tense at all.
I trained my body constantly—did she think I couldn’t tell?
This was nothing but the princess’s spoiled play, despite her airs of nobility.
Realizing it, I stopped my hands and looked at her face.
Lydia smirked, thinking she’d seized control.
I couldn’t fathom why every princess wanted to get the upper hand over me.
But there was another spot drawing my eyes even more.
Right there—the princess’s crotch, barely covered by the dancer’s outfit.
The fabric was so thin that her plump mound was fully visible.
In that instant, I understood.
Lydia wore nothing beneath the cheongsam.
“What are you staring at so intently?”
As I fixed my gaze on the princess’s sacred place, she spoke, trying to steady her trembling voice.
Her face flushed with a mix of shame and rising lust.
Control? She was no different from a temptress whore.
Especially with the fabric wedged in, accentuating the plump curves of her mound.
Ripe as fruit, utterly delectable.
“Hmm… So all men are like this.”
But I wasn’t the only one staring blankly.
Lydia, thighs spread, eyed the growing bulge in my pants.
Her elegant toes rubbed up my pants from bottom to top.
“Your Highness…?”
Stunned, as I asked, Lydia narrowed her eyes and said,
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Even buried in those debris, your pants were tenting hard.”
“That was because Your Highness kept pressing your belly against my pants and moving.”
Even hearing my excuse, the princess toyed with my cock using her toes.
“If you hated it, you should’ve pushed me away sooner. The moment you hesitated, you’d already consented.”
Honed by eastern dances and martial arts, even her footwork was sensual.
Hard to believe she’d complained of numb legs moments ago.
Perhaps this was all the plan of the seductive panther before me.
She shook my pockets side to side with her big toe.
Then stroked from base to tip, tormenting me further.
“Ngh…!”
My cock strained to burst through my pants.
As it twitched madly, Lydia giggled like a little devil and sat up.
And as she slowly unzipped me…
“Whoa…!!”
It sprang out with such force that it bumped her nose.
But she wasn’t offended at all.
Instead, facing the massively erect cock, she stared in awe.
“This is a cock…”
A long, dark shadow fell across her face.
Awed by its sheer girth—her first time seeing one—she swallowed involuntarily.
Lydia blankly eyed the clear, sweet-looking droplet beading at the tip.
Then, extending her long, soft tongue, she slowly licked it up.
“Salty…”
“Your Highness, what is this…?”
Ignoring my question, Lydia was unfazed.
As if awakening to her lewd instincts, her eyes glazed over halfway.
She began laving the tip with her tongue.
The sight was so erotic, my cock twitched harder.
Noticing, Lydia smiled seductively and kissed the tip with her red lips.
“Chuu… Chuu…”
She relentlessly teased just the head, tormenting me.
“To get hard just from looking at a princess—your cock’s as shameless as its owner.”
Lydia pursed her lips around the tip and slowly sucked it in.
Clearly a first, yet she instinctively knew how to tease a man.
“Mmm… Nnng…”
Then, as if taming me, she took more into her mouth.
Thighs lewdly swollen and crudely spread, she squatted and gripped my thighs.
And between her sharp canines, she pushed the cock deeper.
“Slurrrp… Chuu…!!”
‘I can’t hold back…!!’
I tried to endure.
But the moment her short, tight throat sucked hard…
Spurt―――!!
Hot semen erupted into her mouth, filling her throat to the brim.
Overflowing, Lydia’s lips parted.
“Haaa… Haaa…”
The cock kept spurting, splattering the refined princess’s face.
Sticky fluid clung to her nose and the corners of her sharp eyes.
“So much…”
Lips parted, she panted shallowly.
Steam rose from the white fluid pooling in her mouth.
Her twenty-year-old red eyes wavered faintly at the thick viscosity and scent.
Dazed for a moment on what to do with the load she held…
Then, accidentally swallowing a sip.
Chasing the nutty taste, she gulped it all down.
“Do cocks always produce this much…?”
“That’s because Your Highness teased me half to death.”
Lydia chuckled, semen still on her face.
Drunk on the man’s scent without realizing, she collapsed face-down on the bed.
Then, her long cheongsam rode up between her ass cheeks.
Through the wedged thin fabric, the lewd swell of her mound stood out.
“Haa… I’m tired, need to lie down a bit…”
Saying that while subtly showing off her spot.
For someone who’d scorned her sisters as whores, it was adorably cute.
Sensing my thoughts, Lydia glanced back.
And in a voice shy unlike her usual bold tone, she murmured,
“Do whatever you want…”