Chapter 47

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Translator: penny

Chapter: 47

Chapter Title: Taming Her Highness's Pussy (3) ♡

-----------------------------------------------------------------

After the friendly sparring match, my life did a complete 180.

"Good day, Sir Yi Hyun!"

"Salutations, Quartermaster!!"

"I told you guys you can drop the formalities. Anyway, good morning to you too~."

First off, my status.

I'd become an official knight and quartermaster.

Thanks to the Empress hyping up the rank so much, everyone started treating me with deference, faces all like, What gives with this guy?

At this point, you'd expect some snide remarks about me being a parachute drop, but...

Luckily, that never happened.

"Hyah, Yi Hyun...♡"

"This during work hours?"

"It's fine♡ Protecting you is part of my duty too, after all♡"

"Oho."

And Blanc had been assigned as my bodyguard, no less.

Since she was in the Imperial 2nd Knight Order anyway, the orders were to stick with me nonstop except when sleeping.

Her prestige was such that even talking about it was a pain.

Mine shot up right alongside hers.

To outsiders, it probably came off like, I dunno the details, but this guy's got something going for him.

True to that position, I even had round-the-clock protection at night.

"Lady Hilde, same bet tonight?"

"N-No choice... Kyaa♡ ...none♡"

"Lady Silpi, care to join?"

"W-Well, no helping it♡"

Thanks to my firm requests, one of them was always Hilde.

Using those 'bets' with her as a base, I kept eyeing ways to bed the other knights too.

That was my daily routine in the knight order lately.

On the surface, it looks like I'm just goofing off and living it up...

"Alright then, I'm off~."

Of course, with the rank came the work.

Officially, I handled duties as quartermaster and Imperial Logistics Overseer.

Nothing major—just shuttling back and forth between the palace and the front lines every day.

Not too tough, thanks to the teleport magic circles.

Stuff the palace stockpiles into my Inventory nice and neat.

Teleport long-range to the front lines, then fill their granaries to bursting.

According to the Imperial Princess who tagged along every time,

this alone rivaled the feats of an entire knight order.

"Why not just move it all at once?"

"No can do. It's only a matter of time before the Demons catch on to you, but no need to rush it."

"What about... uh, teleporting the food with the magic circles?"

"Do you know how many mana stones it guzzles every time you and I go back and forth? Using that for grain hauls? Forget the imperial treasury—the mana stone supply would run dry."

"Ah, gotcha."

She went on about how OP I was in other ways too, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠but I tuned most of it out.

What I'd been pouring my heart into lately

wasn't quartermaster duties...

——It was taming Her Highness the Imperial Princess.

"So, Your Highness? Shall we do 'that' again today?"

"...Hic!"

The Imperial Princess froze at my words.

Her cheeks flushed beet red.

And her lips trembled like she really, really didn't want to.

"Mu-Must we truly do this?"

"You need to be able to milk your pussy juice without me."

"I produce plenty as is."

"Only right at the brink of getting caught. My goal is to turn Your Highness into a body that cums just from pussy-touching outdoors."

I'd laid it out for her: the Imperial Princess Pussy Taming Plan.

First: Max out her conditioning so pussy juice flows from shame.

Second: Make even the obvious act of fingering her pussy feel shameful.

Endgame: Her pussy turns into a total perv hole that gushes like a faucet without me.

"Is that even possible? How could fingering one's pussy—a natural act—spark shame?"

"No worries. Shame each time means spreading those legs wide, and eventually it'll drip without even stripping. Think that was Flanders' Dog?"

"Ugh♡ Comparing me to a dog wagging its tail at mealtimes right now..."

"Something like that. Can't remember exactly, but spot on, Your Highness!"

"......You truly leave me speechless."

The Imperial Princess looked a bit miffed,

but

Says the perv who masturbated exposed without even locking the door.

I didn't bat an eye.

The status window had certified her as a total perv.

Besides, developing her quick and bailing was the safe play.

"Anyway, how about the hallway today?"

"H-H-Hallway!?"

"It's fine. This is the annex—no one's coming."

"The Margravine passes through every day!!"

"I'll keep watch by the stairs."

"But how could the Empire's princess stoop to such..."

"Your Highness's glistening sweat and pussy juice are what light the Empire's future."

"A-A-All right."

And the Imperial Princess wasn't purely against it.

Hooked on this novel sweet pleasure, she'd cave with just a little nudge.

...Well, duh.

She was twenty-nine this year.

Twenty-nine years without proper masturbation?

I'd bust ten times a day, for real.

No one could slut-shame the princess as a perv exposure pussy girl.

-Rustle.

"I'll be on watch then~."

"Ju-Just like last time and it's the death penalty! By imperial decree!!"

"Yessir, yessir."

I walked off amid the sound of her clothes rustling.

Midway up the spiral stairs, plopped down on my ass.

Proper training would mean watching to ensure no funny business...

"Status window."

That's what this is for.

Contribution points from last farm: nearly 200.

Bought this 100-pointer with a happy heart.

Combined with leftovers, I've got 150. Was gonna grab Intelligence or something...

But the skill's performance blew expectations.

Even shelved stat-ups to keep it.

Its omnipotence unfolded before my eyes.

"Peeping Hole."

-Fwoosh.

The Imperial Princess in the status window.

On all fours in the hallway, fingering her pussy.

Definitely that pose to avoid being seen through the window.

Range isn't super long, but this could be killer in combat too.

-Squish.

Of course, her nectar was already flooding.

Dripping like mad every finger thrust.

Swipe—adjusted the angle for a rear view, and

Whoa, she looks like a total perv.

Pussy and asshole both on full display.

Zoom in, and I could even spot her hymen when she spread.

Couldn't hold back—dropped my pants.

My dick sprang out, tanghulu-glazed in precum.

Fine my ass. If I bail on training, she'll ruin her life public exposure masturbating somewhere.

Squish, squish—jerking to her hand movements.

My dick throbbed rigid.

The noble Imperial Princess crawling naked down the hall, fingering her pussy on my say-so.

How do you not jerk to that, seriously.

But where to blow my load? Jerk off out the window—they won't know it's me, right?

About ten minutes in, both of us really getting into it...

——Thud thud.

Heavy footsteps echoed.

Panicking, yanked up my pants.

"Shi—uh, Lady Margravine!!"

"Yi Hyun?"

The muscular, armored woman cocked her head.

Gave me a look like, What're you doing here?

Frantic not to get caught mid-jerk, hid my precum-slick hands behind my back.

"Business with Her Highness?"

"Here to bless the rangers... Is she busy?"

"Yep! Milking pussy juice right now!"

"Even you got hooked? Where's your guard?"

"If something happens, you'd sense it with your blessing and rush over, right?"

On pins and needles, sweating bullets.

Just go away quietly.

I chanted inwardly.

Worked like a charm—she chuckled.

"Mind if I see Her Highness briefly?"

"...Why?"

"Her pussy juice is key supplies. As commander, checking production is only natural."

"......"

We're screwed.

What now? Tell her the Princess said no visitors?

Nah, breeds suspicion.

I'm not innocent either—gotta dodge this.

-Glance.

No signaling her to get dressed—that's a bust.

Plus, the Princess was deep in doggy masturbation mode.

Eyes rolled back, slurping away as she overheard us.

Full-on horny monkey face.

Hint at clothes? If she had the brains, she'd be dressed already.

Yell it? Margravine'd catch on.

No choice. Gotta step up.

"That's my job as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠quartermaster too!"

Short deliberation over, went bold.

Puffed my chest.

"Hate to brag, but I'm the only one who can milk Her Highness's pussy juice."

"I see. She used to give just drops to knights, but lately she's been lavish—wondered why."

"Even Her Imperial Majesty approved. Spread those princess pussy lips wide and marveled at how soaked our girl's gotten!"

"Ho, so Her Majesty had it all figured out."

Satisfied with my response, the Margravine grinned.

She patted my shoulder.

Felt like pure trust.

"As field commander, I trust you alone, Quartermaster Yi Hyun."

"You can count on me!"

"And..."

-Grab, whisper.

"If your lust builds up, just tell me."

"Gasp."

She knew about the dick-shaking.

Didn't expect her to grope my crotch though.

"Th-That is, well, um..."

"Pffft haha! Kidding, kidding! Who'd want a muscle girl like me!"

"......"

No, that's not it.

The Margravine was high-level too.

And pretty to boot. Bedding her'd be nice.

Aftermath's the issue.

Almost got owned eating one count's daughter. Eat the Margravine herself? Start a rebellion?

"You're plenty beautiful, Lady Margravine. Healthy muscles, gorgeous too—if not for Blanc, I'd have fallen for you."

"Tch, tell me if you get interested. At thirty-three, options are slim."

She turned away from my Blanc shield, wistful.

Thud thud—footsteps faded.

The Margravine's ambush ended just like that.

"...Your Highness? Can I come in?"

And then crash bang.

Noises from afar.

Peeping Hole showed the Princess scrambling into her clothes from her spread-eagle flop.

Planned to give ample time, but

"...Oh?"

She'd dressed, but stood clutching her panties, dithering.

Clearly fretting if they'd soak through from endless pussy juice.

Dashed over, flung open the guest room door.

Maybe I can land the finishing blow today?

"Your Highness! Let me help tidy up!"

"Y-Yi Hyun!? I said not yet!!"

Princess protested, but

Yeah, ignoring that.

"And Your Highness! Gimme those panties!"

"...What?"

"No panties for you today!!"

Exposure fetish means no-panties life.