Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: I Can Play with You Like a Toy
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Done.
"Nice."
I nodded in satisfaction at the magic circle drawn on the blackboard.
This was the true nature of the curse that had caused the gender swap.
I'd need to analyze it in more detail later,
but completing the magic circle alone was a huge accomplishment.
Of course, it had come at a great cost.
"Haaaa..."
Suddenly overcome with embarrassment, I covered my face with both hands.
My clitoris was still stinging.
The aftereffects lingered from being teased until it swelled like a pearl.
"Well, anyway, I've completed the curse's magic circle."
The humiliation had been intense enough to crush my spirit, but I decided to focus on the results.
And the results were major intel gained.
"Hmm... Some kind of ancient magic?"
Magic circles follow certain rules depending on the type of spell.
Under those rules, variations are applied to create modified spells.
So, spotting specific patterns makes it easy to identify the spell's lineage.
But there are exceptions.
Ancient magic.
Defined as the spells used by elves—the progenitors of magic—before magical theory was established, these spells defied all rules.
Just like this one; it was impossible to find any rhyme or reason.
It looked like a child had scribbled all over the page.
And who finds rules in a scribble?
"The fastest way would be to find whoever cast this spell..."
There weren't many mages in the world capable of something like this.
Only three came to mind right away.
I studied ancient magic too, but I could only analyze it theoretically—I couldn't cast it.
It required superhuman brain processing speed.
I wasn't there yet.
"So, it has to be an artifact, right?"
Those three were eccentric geniuses, but none of them would suddenly curse someone like this.
Unless the princess had a personal grudge against them, which she wouldn't.
Not even she would cross people with more authority than the emperor.
So, artifact it was.
Info on the progenitors of magic was scarce, but one thing was certain: they were massive weirdos who crafted all sorts of bizarre artifacts.
The origin of beastkin came from one such artifact.
It activated in an ordinary village, giving the villagers animal ears and tails.
That marked the birth of what we now call beastkin.
Later investigation revealed a kid had mistaken it for a toy and triggered it while playing.
With precedents like that, a gender-swap artifact wasn't out of the question.
"Who the hell would do something like this...!"
I ground my teeth.
I had to return to my original body as soon as possible.
Who knew what might happen otherwise.
Every time I saw the princess, she'd want to mess around again.
A few more rounds of that, and I might get hooked on female pleasure.
"Eut...!"
My clitoris brushed against my panties.
Even that tiny stimulation got a sensitive reaction.
It felt like every nerve was focused there.
Honestly, it felt good.
A kind of pleasure I'd never experienced before.
Something this addictive could hook me for sure.
"Good thing my mental fortitude is strong."
If it were weaker, this incident would've turned me into a masturbation addict.
That's how intense the pleasure was.
"I absolutely won't get addicted...!"
I muttered confidently to myself.
Damond was the princess's exclusive chef.
He handled all her meals and was the only one who could satisfy her picky palate.
His day started very early.
Before the sun rose over the imperial palace walls, he'd wake to check and prep ingredients.
"Vegetable soup today."
The princess loved vegetables.
She ate meat, sure,
but she preferred salads packed with them.
Bringing out the best in meat was tough, but preserving the unique aroma and freshness of vegetables while cooking was even harder.
Damond prepped the ingredients meticulously and cooked them in sequence.
Just as the tomato scent wafted up pleasantly...
"Damond."
The princess entered the kitchen.
The low male voice momentarily confused him about who it was,
but knowing what had happened to her recently, he bowed immediately.
"You're up, Your Highness? I'll prepare breakfast a bit earlier."
Meals were scheduled.
But not always.
They shifted with her wake-up time.
Her showing up early meant she was hungry.
That called for breakfast an hour ahead of usual.
"No, that's not why I'm here."
Vera—what should probably be called prince now—eyed the menu.
Her favorite vegetable soup.
Loaded with tomatoes, it looked delicious.
"Looks tasty."
"Thank you. I'll repay Your Highness's expectations with flavor."
"That's great. But prepare some meat dishes too."
"At this hour?"
Damond was puzzled.
The princess didn't fuss over food.
She enjoyed everything, a joy to watch.
But even she avoided one thing.
Meat for breakfast.
A little with sides was fine.
But meat mains? She'd insisted those start at lunch; she found them too heavy.
This was a first since becoming her chef.
"Yes. Pork, if possible."
"Pork?"
Even more puzzling.
Beef was great, but pork this early? Too greasy.
Exactly what she always avoided.
"Lean cuts..."
"Use the fattiest parts possible. Maximize the texture of the fat. Breakfast can be a bit late—I'm looking forward to something delicious. Your cooking's always tasty, Damond."
With that, the princess left the kitchen.
"Hic...!"
Damond teared up.
First praise from the princess.
After ten years.
She was curt.
Ask about the food, always the same reply.
'It's good.'
That was it.
And now, 'always tasty' from her lips.
Impossible not to be moved.
"A day like this has come..."
The princess had seemed in high spirits lately.
Despite the gender swap overnight chaos.
She enjoyed every meal.
You could tell from the clatter of dishes, even if her face didn't show it.
"She's changed since that mage arrived."
He thought of the pink-haired mage.
The woman who ate with the princess daily.
Things had felt upbeat since her arrival.
Who could blame her?
"Time for the best breakfast ever!"
He decided to go all out for once.
Grrrrrrowl.
I'm starving.
After last night—drawing the magic circle all night on top of that—my stomach was empty.
"What's for breakfast today~?"
Humming, I headed to the dining hall.
Best part of the imperial palace?
The food.
Daily gourmet meals fit for royalty.
Stuff I couldn't afford on Magic Tower pay, and I could eat my fill.
Melted cheese thick on fresh meat, slathered in honey!
And not one piece—two!
What luxury.
"Sniff sniff!"
As I neared the dining hall, my nose twitched automatically.
"Th-this...!"
Meat.
Meat smell.
Not beef—pork!
I love meat, especially pork.
"Whoa!"
The table overflowed with pork dishes.
Every possible pork recipe, full course style.
"Meat for breakfast—what's going on here...?!"
I was so shocked, dialect slipped out.
"You really love meat, huh?"
The princess had snuck up beside me.
I flinched reflexively at the sight of her.
Glance.
My eyes went to her hands.
Toyed with by those huge hands yesterday.
Hours of climaxes, squirting who knows how many times.
I gave a curt reply, pouty.
"Yep."
My tiny rebellion.
"How's your body? Got a bit carried away yesterday and went too rough."
"Fine."
Truth was, my clitoris still stung.
Checked in the bathroom before coming; swelling hadn't gone down.
Whatever was inside the skin was poking out.
"Didn't look fine waddling down the hall."
"You were watching from behind?"
"Paths crossed by chance. Saw Sir Withbel sticking your butt out, walking all awkward."
"Eut...!"
My back hurt.
Legs up over my head, bound for an hour.
Thrusting hips like that repeatedly? Back was bound to ache.
"Whose fault is that..."
"Haha."
The princess grinned brightly.
"Sorry about yesterday, so here."
That instant.
"Whoa?!"
She scooped me up effortlessly.
One arm under my back, the other under my legs.
The classic princess carry.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing?!"
I looked around.
Maids everywhere.
Heads bowed, but they'd seen this embarrassing scene.
"You looked uncomfortable walking, so I'll carry you."
"I can walk myself...!"
"No need to refuse."
She strode off, holding me close.
Firm biceps against my back.
Something so simple tensed my whole body.
"You're light, Sir Withbel."
"Thought I'd be heavy?"
"You look it."
Certain parts were especially hefty.
Breasts, say...
Or butt...
Ahem.
"I could play with you like a toy."
"P-put me down...!"
Toy? I freaked, kicking wildly.
It worked; she set me down.
I bolted to my seat like fleeing.
Thump thump.
Heart racing.
Probably from the meat feast awaiting.
Yeah. Probably.