Chapter 12
Translator - Zofu
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Si-woo didn't need to find the queen's bedchamber himself.
Thankfully, she had kindly sent a maid for him. And not just any maid—the head maid, no less.
Count Parsha, the head maid, knew about it too. In the first timeline, she had also served as head maid—as Countess Parsha. And her husband had been the head butler. Most likely the same arrangement applied here, only with their roles reversed.
"Please take good care of our queen."
"...Pardon?"
She'd spoken up suddenly as they walked down the corridor toward the bedchamber.
"Queen Sharperia is a most unfortunate soul. She has no interest in statecraft at all, and thanks to the frail young king, she's suffered for over twenty years."
"......."
"Since she's not of royal blood, she must be cautious about bringing in other men, and most importantly, Her Majesty is an extremely particular woman."
"I see."
He certainly agreed with the former point.
He'd walked quite a distance from his room to the bedchamber without encountering a single person. It meant the queen and the head maid had plotted a route where they wouldn't be discovered by anyone.
Si-woo had come to keenly appreciate his own worth. If even a promising hero such as himself was being handled with such caution, other men weren't even worth considering.
Moreover, the queen seemed to have an extremely strong libido, so ordinary men likely wouldn't interest her at all.
"And also...."
"......?"
"I apologize for saying this, but please look after our kingdom as well."
"......."
"Once you go to the Training Grounds, you'll learn about the state of the world. And you'll see just how weak the Palania Kingdom is."
'I already know all about that.'
When describing the state of the world, people often referred to it as the Four Powers, Nine Middling, and Three Weak—excluding the supreme Glayzer Empire. It had been that way in the early days of the first timeline, and not much had changed by the later stages either.
The Palania Kingdom was, of course, one of the Three Weak—the weakest of the three. Even in a middling nation, a queen would never have to take matters into her own hands like this.
"Is it all right for you to tell me that?"
"You'll find out within a week anyway. And besides, isn't Lady Hildear by your side, Candidate Si-woo?"
"What if I were to abandon Hilde?"
"You? The man who started calling her by a pet name within a day, and practiced mana cultivation just to take a maiden's virginity?"
"......."
Si-woo was at a loss for words.
It was the sharp insight befitting a head maid. She didn't seem to fully trust him, but that made it all the better—she'd bend over backward to recruit him.
Grapes too high or too low make the fox lose heart. They needed to be just slightly out of reach to make him strive harder and taste sweeter. That applied whether it was talent or a woman—or so Si-woo believed.
"And if there's anything you lack, we will do our utmost to serve you, Hero."
"Hmm... For example?"
"What kind of women do you like, Candidate Si-woo? It seems Her Majesty is even prepared to offer you the princess."
"In that case, what about you, Head Maid?"
"...Pardon?"
"If I were to want the head maid?"
"......."
This time, it was the head maid who was at a loss for words.
Since she was walking ahead of Si-woo, he couldn't see her expression, but the cheek reflected in the lantern she held seemed redder than before. Whether from the lantern flickering or the corridor lights growing brighter, he couldn't tell.
"W-well... yes... If you would have me...."
"I look forward to your return from the Training Grounds."
"Ah...."
Head Maid Count Parsha carefully swallowed a lump in her throat, making sure the man behind her couldn't hear.
He was a more aggressive man than she'd anticipated.
She didn't say another word until they reached the bedchamber. Si-woo enjoyed that peculiar silence as well. The longer it stretched, the more flustered the head maid would become.
'Count Parsha is probably in her late forties, isn't she?'
Yet she looked much younger. In the first timeline, she'd clearly been a white-haired grandmother who looked to be in her sixties, but now she wasn't. Roughly late thirties. That gap, exceeding the difference in memory, stirred Si-woo's lust.
Considering that the queen in her thirties looked to be in her late twenties, it seemed women's beauty lasted a long time here. Thinking of the difference from the first timeline, it was likely due to the influence of yin energy and mana.
'Count Parsha is pretty enough, I'd say.'
"H-here we are."
"Thank you, Head Maid."
"Y-yes...."
He gave the head maid, who stood by the door pulling the handle, a subtle wink, and she flinched.
Hoping the bait he'd planted would ripen deliciously, Si-woo entered the queen's bedchamber.
"Welcome, Si-woo."
"...Wow."
'She's insane....'
Si-woo could only barely keep the rest of the thought to himself. No matter how much praise and admiration might be mixed in, it could still be rude. But Sharperia's appearance was that shocking.
A blonde-haired, blue-eyed milf with explosive breasts, wearing only a white bathrobe as if she'd just stepped out of the tub—no, a mature beauty. Thanks to what looked like a hastily tied waistband, the queen's bare skin was visible through the gaps in the robe.
The breasts he'd witnessed raw just hours before now looked ready to burst out not from being pulled down, but from being torn open at the sides. Following the glimpse of her legs upward, there was no fabric around her waist. She was going commando.
As he stared at her figure in a daze, Sharperia giggled with delight.
"I'm glad you like what you see."
"...There is one disappointment, though."
"A disappointment?"
"I personally wanted to be the one to take off Your Majesty's panties."
"Oh, my, really...."
Her cheeks, still damp with moisture, flushed crimson.
She'd been worried when he mentioned a disappointment, but now she could only laugh.
A man who wanted to strip a woman's panties himself—she'd heard heroes were like that, but hearing it face-to-face felt strange. Still, she understood. She, too, wanted to undress a man herself.
"You have no idea how significant that is."
Si-woo wrapped his arm around her waist and headed for the bed.
"Is that so? It's just a scrap of cloth."
"It's the scrap of cloth that hides a woman's most precious place. Removing it means I'm going to ravish and conquer you right now."
His gaze drifted lower.
"This waistband will serve that purpose for now. And... there's still one sacred barrier left untouched."
"Heh. You really do have a way with words."
"Do I? That's the first time I've heard that."
"Maybe in the world you came from, but... it's just my style."
Sharperia smiled coquettishly.
In the ten years of the first timeline, he'd only seen that smile once. Now, on just the second day, he'd already seen it about ten times. And all directed at him.
He didn't know if the phrase fit, but Si-woo felt a sense of how much the world had changed. It had become a different world in just one day. There probably wasn't a four-character idiom that suited him better.
"Oh, we're already at the bed."
Despite moving slowly, they'd already arrived.
Si-woo cupped the queen's face and kissed her. Even with the sudden physical contact, Sharperia accepted his action gracefully. She spread both arms and wrapped them around the neck of the taller man.
"Peck. Smooch. Slurp."
"Hah, ah, mmph...."
Though Si-woo had initiated it, the queen was far more aggressive than he, who merely sucked and rubbed his lips gently. As if disappointed they weren't using tongues, she knocked against his lips several times, but Si-woo didn't let her in.
The brief kiss ended, and the two pulled apart.
"Hnn, ah. Aren't you being too cruel?"
"How so?"
"Making someone ache for you like this."
Sharperia licked her own lips, savoring the saliva he'd left behind.
"Isn't the queen the cruel one? Leaving a man alone for over two hours."
"Oh my, that's true. So... let me repay you with my body now...♡"
Was there any need to hold back anymore?
Not that he ever had, but Si-woo pushed Sharperia onto the bed, practically pouncing on her.
"Hyaan♡"
What should he do first? Faced with real sex after so long, he fell into brief confusion, but decided to simply surrender to instinct. His dick would do the thinking for him anyway, so his brain could rest for a bit.
The first thing Si-woo's instinct chose was the ample breasts he'd only sampled earlier in his room.
He embraced the reclining Sharperia and buried his face between the two mounds of flesh.
"Hah."
Soft flesh pressed against his face from both sides.
The term "happiness grapple" suddenly came to mind. From fighting games where female characters perform grab moves using their chest or butt. Maybe this was the true "happiness grapple."
"Hnn. Are breasts really that wonderful? They're just big and not very useful."
"They're the best. Big is nice, small is nice too, but Your Majesty's breasts are the finest milk jugs I've ever seen."
"Hahhh... i-it tickles."
Speaking with his face buried in her cleavage made the area tingle.
Quite apart from that, the word "milk jugs" was extremely amusing and interesting. Though they conceived children through a unique method called pregnancy magic, they still produced breast milk. When life energy was extracted from the ovum, breast milk would begin to flow not long after.
'Though she hasn't actually breastfed her children much.'
Si-woo slowly lifted his head.
His cock was signaling that this teasing had gone on long enough.
His hands grabbed her breasts and pushed them together. The flesh that had spread to the sides while his face was buried now gathered in the center, and the firm pink peaks at their tips met. It was a feat impossible without breasts this large.
"Your Majesty's breasts are truly obscene. Nipples that can rub against each other."
"Ah... hng. D-don't rub them together... this, hah... feels strange...."
"You've never done this?"
"Who... hng! Who would do something like this...."
She'd masturbated while touching her breasts before, but she'd never rubbed her nipples together.
Driven by the hot flame rising from her womb, Sharperia opened her mouth without realizing it.
"I-I have... with another woman."
"...With whom?"
"With... Lady Fluar...."
Fluar Sestain. Commander of the Royal Guard and mother of Hildear, his comrade-turned-maid.
"......."
"I-I couldn't help it, could I? Other countries have multiple wives, but I don't. I can't relieve my desires with just anyone, so... with a few close, trustworthy people...."
"Who else have you done it with?"
"That's... hah... why did I even bring this up...."
"Tell me quickly. Tell me and I'll suck your breasts."
"Suck my breasts... hng."
Sharperia's lips, flushed with arousal, twitched.
The memory of that brief yet intense pleasure from hours ago surfaced.
The men of this world don't care for women's breasts. But women enjoy having their breasts fondled. Sharperia was no exception. She often pleasured her breasts when masturbating or enjoying other women, but a man's touch was on another level entirely.
'Or maybe it's because it's Si-woo....'
"Hurry."
"The... the head maid, Count Parsha, and also... my... my daughter...."
At the shocking words, Si-woo stopped kneading her breasts and looked up.
"Your daughter?"
"Don't think badly of me. It's difficult to do things properly with men, so it's more of an educational thing...."
Si-woo recalled what the head maid had said on the way here. Sharperia had said she was prepared to give him her daughter as well. She'd even lamented earlier in his room that she'd tried to call her daughter but failed.
"The princess. Will you give her to me?"
"...Pardon?"
"I'd be confident in devouring her deliciously."
For some reason, the queen felt a pang of jealousy at those words. Here he had a woman like herself before him, yet he spoke of her daughter. Though she cherished her daughter as a mother and was proud of her, right now she wasn't a mother—she was a woman.
"I'm... tastier...♡"
"Then I'll have to taste both later and compare."
"Then hurry and taste me first. I'll make you forget you even have a daughter."
"...What a thing to say."
Si-woo's eyes turned to her breasts again, focusing on the two nipples he'd gathered together. Then he took one into his mouth.
"Chuup."
"Hnhh...♥"
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