Chapter 336: Bread and Dagger (34)[R-18]
Chapter 336: Bread and Dagger (34)[R-18]
Suppressed whimpers and cries of pleasure leaked out incessantly.
Every time the Princess rubbed between her thighs, a wet, squelching sound echoed through the room.
Cien’s touch as she fondled that secret place was cautious. She was moving according to instinct, but this was the first time in her life she had ever masturbated.
Her underwear had long since been drenched with lewd fluids. What had been burrowing into Cien’s mind all night was the scene she had glimpsed inside that room.
It was on an entirely different dimension from the mating of snakes.
The exchange of voices, the entanglement of tongues, the way they sated their lust like animals.
It was an act that should have rightfully been despised.
No, more than that, she felt miserable and sad.
She felt like a corpse sunken at the bottom of a river. Even as her jealousy ate away at her flesh like a school of fish, it was the pathetic end of a woman who had lost the man she loved to another.
And yet, why?
A sweet moan escaped through her gritted teeth.
She tried to suppress it, but she couldn't hold it back.
Press, rub. She couldn't stop her fingers from massaging her private parts. What dominated the Princess’s mind wasn't just anger or pain, but another form of self-reproach.
Do I even have the right to be jealous of someone?
It was a question that had once torn at the Princess’s heart like a pack of man-eating fish.
Cien was a sinner.
At the very least, the Princess considered herself one.
Because she had distrusted so many people, she had almost lost the one connection that might be her first and last. The image of the man lying unconscious with a pale face was still vivid in her mind.
That was why she had to be cautious.
She thought that even approaching him might be an insult. Fearing that he might drift away, she had claimed the role of a 'pet' rather than a 'woman.'
And this was the result.
She shouldn't have the right to be jealous of anyone.
“Hng, ah… nng… haah, ugh?!”
A languid euphoria spread through her entire body like a fever. Every time her hand brushed against her folds, a pleasure so intense it made her jaw tremble surged through her.
She justified her defeat and surrendered her body to her inferiority complex.
Her life had been one of grasping everything she desired. This was no different from the first total defeat she had ever experienced.
It was an outcome ill-suited for a Princess.
Hot breath leaked through her clenched lips, and a single tear formed at the corner of her eye.
It was painful and difficult.
And more than that, it was stimulating.
Cien instinctively slid her slender fingers inside her underwear. As soon as she did, her fingertips slipped into the crevice and passed over a swollen point.
Simultaneously, a pleasure like an electric current surged up her spine.
“Haah, hng, ha… nng, ah, ah, ahh?!”
Panting like a bitch in heat, the Princess’s hips bucked upward of their own accord. It was that intense. She felt as if she would go mad from the sensation.
Crying, yet rejoicing.
The girl couldn't understand herself. However, the scene replaying endlessly in her mind was the memory of that night—the man she loved secretly overlapping his body with that blonde woman.
Her pale gray eyes sank deep.
“Hng, ah, ah…!”
It wasn't jealousy.
Her brain was addicted to the mindless pleasure she had once despised so much. Rational judgment was already impossible; the Princess simply bit her lip.
Flash, flash, flash.
White sparks exploded in her mind.
“Haah, ugh, haaaaaah?!”
Yes, it was definitely not jealousy.
Nearly losing consciousness from the electricity spreading through the vessels of her brain like fireworks, the Princess somehow endured the stimulation tingling up from her arched waist.
As tears streamed down, her gaze grew sharp.
She was merely informing the person who needed to know.
What sin was there in that? Unlike herself, who lacked even the right, the many women who loved Sir Ian were innocent.
Even if she had to keep that thieving cat in check and torment her, it couldn't be helped.
The Princess already had a criminal record, after all.
So, no matter what they did among themselves, she, who was nothing more than a maid, only needed to watch from the sidelines.
Just like today.
“Hng, ah, nng…!”
The Princess spent hours lost in the trance of masturbation.
A night drenched in tears and pleasure continued. Perhaps for a duration even longer than the mating of a two-headed snake.
The next morning, the Princess took action.
It started with a rumor.
The Princess let out a yawn, her eyes looking weary. Her slumped shoulders testified to the fact that she was not in a good mood.
Whether by coincidence or not, the rest of the party was the same.
The Saintess, Elsie, and even Emma.
The only exception was the sole male, Yuren.
He spoke in a voice that didn't sound tired at all.
“Then I’ll go fetch Ian.”
Since he was the only man besides Ian, it was a natural distribution of roles.
Though that man had likely spent last night elsewhere.
That was probably why he was uncharacteristically late today.
It was a memory she had already chewed over countless times.
However, the night was too short for the lump left in the girl’s heart to fade. Cien couldn't control the emotions surging up within her.
The Princess let out a single sentence in a gloomy voice.
“……I wonder why Sir Ian came here.”
The exhausted gazes of the Saintess and Elsie turned toward the Princess. Of course, those two had already received an explanation from Ian beforehand.
Only a few knew of the existence of the ‘Love Letter From The Future.’
It was a correspondence that couldn't be seen and whose contents were unknown to begin with. One could only hear of its existence from Ian.
To believe and follow such a mysterious story required a deeper relationship of trust.
The Princess was not one to miss this.
As her pale gray pupils slit vertically, the two women’s irritation became clear. It was the feeling that an ignorant, spoiled brat was talking nonsense again.
Only Emma was looking at Cien with a hint of interest.
That was enough.
In fact, a thrilling current scraped down Cien’s spine. The Saintess and Elsie were closer to Ian than anyone else.
Yet, Cien knew something that even those two did not.
That strange pleasure made Cien’s tongue even smoother.
Everyone had forgotten, but acting was Cien’s specialty.
She had spent her entire life decorating herself according to what others wanted, after all.
“A maid said something strange yesterday. Something about the relationship between Senior Yurdina and Sir Ian being a bit suspicious…”
“It’s probably just useless gossip.”
Elsie dismissed the suspicion with an indifferent voice.
She was using formal speech, perhaps trying to treat her like a Princess. Nevertheless, not a hint of respect could be felt in her cavalier attitude.
This was a problem stemming from the abnormal relationship dynamic between the party and Cien.
Since Cien had once occupied the lowest rank in the party's hierarchy, a tendency to ignore her still remained among them.
That made it even better.
They wouldn't even dream that she was plotting something.
To the party, she was just a clueless girl who didn't know how the world worked.
“My Master is usually like that. He’s such an outstanding person that all sorts of women get involved with him…”
“I heard there were sounds of flesh hitting flesh.”
Elsie, who had been speaking as if it were nothing, stopped mid-sentence.
Cien’s eyes, open for the first time in a while, captured the party’s emotions perfectly.
Perplexity and cracks.
Cien suppressed a sneer inside.
“I-I mean… it’s probably just a false rumor, right?! Maybe Senior Yurdina did something bad and they got into a fight, ehehe…”
Despite Cien’s poor attempt at damage control, there was no reply.
This was better.
The women began to wear serious expressions; they would surely go around collecting rumors in their own way.
Information investigated voluntarily is much easier to trust.
If so, those two would also find out before long.
Exactly who the enemy they truly needed to guard against was.
If there was one thing that bothered her, it was the fact that only Emma stared blankly at Cien without any agitation.
Well, there was no need to worry.
Emma was a commoner. She had no means to check the next head of the Yurdina family in the first place.
After that, the Princess just stared blankly at Ian and giggled.
And when she was left alone again, she fervently comforted herself. Every time the memory of the previous night surfaced, the Princess felt like she was going crazy.
That was why the Princess had attempted to sneak into Ian’s tent.
It was a fact everyone had forgotten, but the Princess was the top student of the first-year Magic Department. This was an achievement even Elsie hadn't managed.
She might lack combat power, but she had her share of tricks.
That was when the Princess saw it.
Ian, creating a sweet atmosphere with the Saintess, reaching the brink of a sexual encounter.
Having already acquired a handkerchief, the Princess instinctively buried her nose in it. The scent of a male burrowed into her brain.
Rubbing her private parts with a squelching sound, the Princess gritted her teeth.
Killing her gasps as much as possible, she held back tears. She couldn't just leave things like this.
The escape happened like that.
Cien detonated a Light Bomb to draw everyone's attention. Soldiers, flustered by the sudden situation, made a fuss about an intruder in the camp, and she used that gap to flee.
She was caught by Ian in the process, but she somehow managed to talk her way out of it.
To Ian, the Princess was likely nothing more than a child.
Yes, an ignorant kid.
Not a woman.
The Princess returned to her tent and looked under her underwear. After receiving the proposal from Ian to go to the North, she had agonized for a long time but ultimately failed to choose appropriate underwear.
She had summoned the courage to get pure white underwear, but even that had been soaked through last night.
In the end, all that remained were bear-patterned panties.
At this rate, Sir Ian can't help but see me as a kid.
It was the day after she had woken up from masturbating with such self-deprecation.
“Greetings, Your Highness.”
A woman with brown hair was showing impeccable etiquette.
Unusually, she was wearing a maid’s uniform.
She had never requested a personal maid.
Those dark green eyes were shining mischievously.
“My name is Neris. At the request of the Imperial Household, I have come to attend to Your Highness for a while. I ask for your kind indulgence.”
Only then did the Princess realize her identity.
Neris, the ‘Queen of the Ball’ from the fourth year of the Swordsmanship Department.
Why would such a person volunteer to be a maid?
At the moment that question arose, a single sentence burrowed into the Princess’s ear.
“……It’s because I adore Lord Ian so much.”
Immediately after her pale gray pupils slit vertically, the Princess had to force a smile while her lips twitched.
This woman was someone sent by Sir Ian.
And it was a relationship based on coercion. The emotion shown when she said 'Lord Ian' was by no means favorable.
The Princess thought:
This is going to be annoying every night.
Of course, while maintaining a trembling smile on the outside, the Princess reached out her hand.
“I look forward to working with you, Senior Neris.”
It was just before they entered the coniferous forest.