Ep.4 - The Queen's Story (1)
Ep.4 - The Queen's Story (1)
When I opened my eyes again, a pleasant morning had already arrived, the room filled with fresh sunlight.
Beside Delin as he awoke, there was no voluptuous female body or breasts he had grown so used to seeing, nor any tongue rushing to explore his mouth —
only a few maids waiting quietly, heads politely bowed, ready to attend to him.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Ah... yes..."
"Her Majesty the Queen said that when you wake, we are to serve you a meal and escort you to her with the utmost courtesy."
"A meal? I'll go!"
Right after waking, his appetite usually didn't kick in, but perhaps because of yesterday's intense sex, he happened to be extremely famished.
"First, let us bathe and groom you lightly, then we shall go. Her Majesty is currently attending to other affairs of state."
Delin grinned broadly and was escorted by the maids to the bathroom, where he washed up lightly before heading to the Queen.
After washing away the night's sweet lovemaking, all that remained was relief and refreshment!
Being treated like this was a feeling he had never experienced in his life. His old life in his original world, where he'd never even been on a hotel vacation, flashed through his mind.
'A life like this — maybe just living here forever wouldn't be so bad!'
A life receiving the favor of a beautiful, well-endowed Queen with noona vibes?
This was something else entirely!
Up until now, he'd been rolled around and fucked left and right, but the Queen was different. She didn't reverse-rape him frantically, trying to devour him. She didn't squeeze him dry until he passed out...
'...No. I can't let my guard down just because it's been one day. Look at Neva — I thought she was really nice at first too, and then...'
But the royal meal she provided was absolutely superb.
'She really is a fucking kind noona! I'm sure of it!'
"Does it suit your palate?"
"Yesssh! It's so delicious, seriously...!"
Dishes so high-class and precious that he thought, *so this kind of food exists*, filled the wide table, and he could eat all of it completely freely.
The meals Neva had provided were also wonderful, but back then all of it had been delivered through Neva's mouth, so this might be the only time he was actually eating properly.
"It's the best, seriously... sho delicioussshh..."
Delin stuffed all kinds of delicacies into his mouth. Watching him from across the table, the Queen merely tasted the dish before her with a benevolent smile.
"Your glass is empty, shall I pour you more?"
Even so, she devoted more attention to Delin's meal than to her own.
"Wow! This is the best thing I've ever drunk! Seriously!!"
Delin gulped down the fine wine from the gleaming glass before him again and again, exclaiming in admiration.
His glass never ran empty. In the real world, he mostly avoided alcohol because he didn't have the money for it, but here he could be treated without limit!
And with the finest wine the Queen drinks, no less!
Ahh, wine would certainly count as expensive liquor. Being freely treated to all these delicacies along with this costly drink made him feel as if he had become someone truly grand.
"Thank you, really! This is the first time I've eaten such delicious things."
A quality steak made from properly grilled tenderloin of a plumply fattened calf, finely ground potatoes and butter prepared to layer on top...
Beside it, special spices with a subtle, sharp fragrance that cleansed the grease from the mouth. Spices unique to this other world, similar to whole-grain mustard yet with a highly distinctive flavor...
A dish of fish he'd never seen before, thoroughly simmered and braised in a sweet sauce, a red noodle dish with just the right level of spice, fresh salads balancing the meats...
Delin forgot all dignity and frantically stuffed the dishes into his small mouth. Not that he had any dignity to preserve anyway.
"Seeing you eat so happily makes me happy as well."
The Queen smiled again. Watching that angelic smile, Delin ended up opening the door of his heart quite considerably.
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Several days passed like that.
The Queen desired sex exactly once a day, and that sweet lovemaking lasted only about an hour, just before falling asleep.
Aside from that, not a single thing was forced upon Delin. Of course, occasionally maids and servants came to pester him, but even their visits gradually decreased as time went on.
Probably a measure to prevent rumors from spreading outside, Delin thought.
On his first night with the Queen, she had shed blood receiving a man's part she was unaccustomed to, and thinking about it, wasn't the Queen's first [man] also him, in multiple senses?
Just thinking about celebrities — the moment a dating rumor breaks, it floods all the news. If it's a queen ruling a nation...
'I get why she'd deliberately hide it.'
And as a queen, wouldn't there be all sorts of internal and external affairs he didn't know about?
Political marriages... stuff like that?
'So it's actually a relief. Anyway, if I just relax like this for a few days, they'll send me on my way on their own.'
A vibe like meeting at a club for a one-night stand, maybe?
With no particular sense of crisis, Delin dismissed it as such and decided to enjoy a bit of a healing life within the skirts of the older, charming Queen.
Before he knew it, it was their sixth meal together. A continuous stretch of joyful and happy times.
He was happy. Comfortable.
All this time, because of those other women, how much...
"...?"
Other women?
Wait. Come to think of it, what happened to them all?
"..."
Chewing the juicy meat thoroughly, Delin momentarily thought of the four women.
The four who clashed over him, fighting tooth and nail, trying to kill each other...
'D-did all four of them die? No way?'
Even if they weren't exactly welcome women, he didn't exactly hate them either.
They'd taken him and done all sorts of lewd things, not to mention various crimes (confinement, assault, threats, etc.), but still — maybe due to some lingering attachment — he did feel worried.
"Why do you suddenly look like that?"
Ah.
Had his worry shown?
The Queen, with a sip of wine in her mouth, asked Delin.
"Ah, no, it's not that... uh..."
Was it okay to bring up the four of them to the Queen?
No. Let's hide it for now. No telling how it would come out.
"Where exactly is this place?"
The moment she heard that stupid, naive question, the Queen couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Wh-where, you ask?"
Ahaha!
The Queen's audible laughter rang out around them. At that laughter, the maids flinched in surprise, and Delin tilted his head quizzically.
"Yes. I don't know where this is. Ah... I mean, I know it's the castle where Your Majesty resides... but I don't know which country..."
"Ah... heut...! I'm sorry. I received such an unexpected question that I couldn't help myself. You really are adorable, Delin-gun. Truly."
*Is this really a question worth laughing that much about?* thought Delin, but he awkwardly laughed along with her for now.
"Ah, yes..."
"This is the Albator Kingdom. Does that answer your question?"
Albator Kingdom?
Then she's the Queen that Neva serves...?
"Yep...? Thank you for telling me..."
Delin carefully sliced his steak again and popped it into his mouth.
'Then I shouldn't bring up Neva, right...? I heard Philmark and Neva are wanted now, so...'
Quite commendably, Delin kept his mouth firmly shut and swallowed the pointless words internally.
However, despite that commendable effort, a familiar name spilled from the Queen's lips.
"Delin-gun, have you heard the name Neva?"
"Eh? Uh..."
Since Delin hadn't expected the Queen to bring it up first, he couldn't answer right away and hesitated for a moment.
The answer that came out of him in that state was...
"N..no?"
Denial.
A lie.
Delin shook his head side to side as if hearing it for the first time and started eating the dishes again.
He had no choice.
"Hmm... is that so?"
Even after Neva's name came up, the Queen's benevolent smile remained unchanged,
but Delin suddenly felt a strange sense of dissonance.
"Yes, yes... first time I've heard it. Anyway, all the food Your Majesty gives me is delicious!"
It might have been his survival instinct,
or a [Danger Evasion Ability] that had unconsciously manifested from being pushed around so much until now.
Anyway, Delin quickly steered away from the topic of Neva, smiled bashfully, and went back to eating.
Seeing that innocent smile as if he knew nothing, the Queen also showed her benevolent smile again,
but a subtle tension, for some unknown reason, began to very faintly bloom between them.
"Since you say you don't know, I feel like telling you a bit more of that story. Would you care to listen?"
"To me?"
"Yes. I'd like to hear the story from a third party's perspective. Since we've shared our bodies, would you please listen to my story?"
The empty glasses on both sides were filled with wine simultaneously. The one who raised her glass first was the Queen, and holding the fine wine glass up to eye level, she spoke thus:
"The story of what I've been through recently."
Delin, whose face was growing red from the slowly rising intoxication, thought it would be problematic to drink more,
but unable to dare refuse the Queen's request, he too raised his glass...