Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: I Want to Be a Sow, Too
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Peaceful times.
Hundreds of years ago, the empire had settled its bloody feud with the demonkin and achieved lasting peace.
Seeing demonkin on the streets was nothing out of the ordinary, and some had even earned imperial citizenship to live as full-fledged subjects of the empire.
So, it wasn't strange at all to find a brothel run by succubi within the empire's borders.
"Coming to a place like this means……."
The princess grinned slyly.
"You're thinking of getting a job here?"
"No, that's not it."
I denied it immediately.
"The person I'm looking for is here."
"Even after turning into a woman, you're still chasing after women. You really are a man through and through, Sir Withbel."
"That's not what I meant."
I ignored the princess and headed to the counter.
A woman in a crisp suit stood there.
Naturally, she was a succubus too.
No wings, so maybe a half-breed?
"Oh my, what a cute customer we have."
Not cute!
I'm not cute at all!
I barely swallowed the reflexive retort.
"How would you like to find your happiness today?"
Here, "happiness" naturally meant sex.
I'd never experienced it myself, but
in this place called Paradise, you could fulfill any sexual desire imaginable.
No matter your kink, there were always succubus girls ready to satisfy it.
"No, that's not why I'm here."
I pulled a ticket from the pocket of my robe.
A shiny golden ticket with red lipstick marks.
"I'd like to see Madam Ubre."
"Oh."
The succubus's eyes widened as she checked the ticket.
"If you tell her Mage Esther Withbel is here to see her, she'll know."
"Understood."
The succubus's attitude turned incredibly polite in an instant.
She'd been treating me like a cute regular just moments ago,
but now she switched to handling a VIP.
"I'll contact her right away. Please wait just a moment."
While we waited, she brought drinks to quench our thirst.
Undead aphrodisiac.
Dragon estrus potion.
Whiskey laced with hallucinogenic herbs.
Nothing I could drink.
They were pricey drinks sold here, but I'd just graciously decline.
Or maybe pocket one to gift to the Magic Tower Master?
I recalled him complaining lately that his wife nagged him for not bringing her gifts anymore.
He might like an undead aphrodisiac.
Of course, I wasn't really planning to take it as a gift.
Expensive here, but outside this city, it'd be treated as contraband.
"By the way, the princess is awfully quiet."
I suddenly thought of her and turned around.
"Huh?"
Succubi had swarmed around the princess.
Practically naked, they flaunted their perfect bodies, working hard to seduce her with raw sex appeal.
It was a rare sight.
Succubi were high-class whores who took immense pride in their status.
Customers came to them—that was the natural order.
Most saw it as low-class for them to throw themselves at a customer, shaking their hips desperately.
Yet these succubi were desperately tempting the princess, trying anything for just one embrace.
"Handsome big bro, wanna tug this string for me?"
"I've got the biggest tits here. Cum all over them as much as you want."
"Master, let's do that thing. Oink oink~."
"My pussy's throbbing just from seeing you. Take responsibility."
The dirty talk was off the charts.
Did they recognize her noble imperial bloodline?
Or was it just because the princess was ridiculously handsome?
My bet was on the latter.
The princess, in her male body, was unfairly good-looking.
Not even a twinge of envy from another guy's perspective.
And on top of that, she was hung.
I'd never seen a dick that big in my life.
That part, I was jealous of.
Anyway, I was starting to get anxious.
Annoyance was creeping onto the princess's face.
She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a deep sigh, looking like she'd draw the sword at her hip any second.
That wicked girl would absolutely slice through a bunch of succubi throats without hesitation.
Couldn't let that happen.
"Your Highness!"
I rushed over and grabbed her arm.
"Sorry, but she's with me."
I pulled the princess away from the pack, bowing my head repeatedly to the succubi glaring daggers with "Who the hell is this bitch?" looks.
"Girlfriend?"
"No!"
"Doesn't matter. Three's fine too."
"No thanks!"
Succubi who spotted a guy they liked weren't ones to give up easily, as expected.
They had no idea I was rescuing her right now.
That was when it happened.
"Just like I said, she's with me."
The princess wrapped her arm around my waist.
"This sow's mine alone, so back off, other sows."
"Sow?!"
"Oink for me."
"What nonsense is this?!"
As I tried to wriggle free from the princess's weird talk, she gripped my waist tighter, refusing to let go.
"Not letting you go till you oink."
"This joke's gone too far…!"
"Not a joke."
The princess caressed my lower belly.
She even pressed into the soft flesh now and then.
"Eek…!"
Deep inside, that precious feminine core.
I could feel my womb's presence.
Her thorough womb massage tickled my insides.
"Ahhh… Seriously…!"
I couldn't let myself feel that weird sensation again, so I swallowed my shame and mimicked a pig squeal.
"O… oink… ooink…."
"Good girl."
The princess released me.
"Haa… haa…."
I panted heavily.
I'm gonna die of embarrassment.
I fanned my burning face as I glanced at the succubi.
"Huh?"
For some reason, they were looking at me with envy.
"Jealous. I bet I could oink even better."
"I want to be a sow too."
No no.
This wasn't what I was going for…….
Don't look at me like you envy me!
My face heated up again.
"Feeling jealous?"
Finally shaking off the succubi, the princess smirked and said.
"Ughhh?"
I scrunched up my face.
"Rushing over and hugging me like that. I thought you were jealous, Sir Withbel. Because I was surrounded by other women."
"Hah! Come on! Hah!"
I let out disbelieving laughs one after another.
"That's pure narcissism. Whether Your Highness is surrounded by other women or not……."
Right then, the princess's hand went to her sword hilt.
"Yeees~ I was a little jealous~"
Her hand left the hilt.
What the hell is her deal?
But the princess nodded in satisfaction.
"You're so naughty. Getting jealous and all."
She hugged me from behind.
A reassuring embrace that enveloped my whole body.
But it was the most dangerous bosom in the empire.
"Shall we get a room? I'll pamper you."
"Ahhh, seriously…!"
I grunted and barely pried her arms off.
"Are you just gonna keep teasing me?"
The princess shrugged.
My fists trembled.
I really wanted to punch that brazen face.
I could do it right now.
If only the consequences weren't terrifying.
"Sorry for teasing. It's just too fun messing with you, Sir Withbel, so I can't help it."
Rarely, the princess apologized.
But receiving it felt awkward in its own way.
"Half of it was wishful thinking on my part, though."
"Huh? Which part?"
"I'd love it if you got jealous over me, Sir Withbel."
"Huh?"
What now?
"Well, we're still a long way from that kind of relationship."
The princess grabbed my chin.
Naturally drawn by her hand, my chin tilted up.
I looked up at the princess.
"Uh……?"
Our eyes met in her deep, soulful gaze.
A distant look, not her usual dry stare.
Moist and sparkling with emotion.
"It's hard to hold back until then, so hurry it up a bit."
"Hurry… what……?"
The princess's face drew closer.
Eh? Ehhh?
Suddenly?
It hit me like running into a speeding carriage straight out of an alley—my brain froze in the abruptness.
"Eep…!"
All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut.
But that was a huge mistake.
Closing my eyes sharpened my other senses.
Her steady breaths tickled my face, and her body heat told me she was getting even closer.
I barely raised my arms.
Pushing at her chest with both hands.
Her pecs were rock-hard, like she was wearing armor.
A manly build even I hadn't had as a man.
Enviable, yet my feminized body went limp, as if inviting his embrace.
My resistance proved meaningless.
I clamped my lips shut and held my breath.
Strangely, all my nerves focused on my lips, drying them out.
Her breath teased my philtrum, my body rigid—then a mischievous chuckle broke through.
"Pfft."
I cautiously peeked with one eye.
The princess was looking down at me, grinning like it was the funniest thing ever.
"You're such a maiden at heart, Sir Withbel."
"Wh-what……!"
"Did you really think I was gonna kiss you?"
"N-no…! Not at all…!"
"Kisses are for people in love. I wouldn't even joke about that."
For the first time, I agreed with the princess.
Right.
A kiss was an intimate exchange between lovers.
Coming from her, though, it sounded so out of character.
Considering what she'd done to me lately, it was peak hypocrisy.
"Looks like you weren't totally against it, though, Sir Withbel?"
What bullshit is this?
"You could've run, but you didn't."
"Ah."
Now that she mentioned it, yeah, she'd grabbed my chin, but I could've bolted anytime.
I could've stepped back whenever.
"Want me to do it now?"
She smirked and grabbed my chin again.
"I-it was a misunderstanding…! I figured Your Highness would grab my waist too…!"
"Your voice got loud from embarrassment again."
"Ughhh…!"
We were bickering in the lobby like that when
"Ahem! Ahem!"
A fake cough cut between us.
"Sorry to interrupt your hot moment, but Madam says to come up."
The succubus who'd gone to relay my arrival was back.
"This way, please."
"Y-yes, coming!"
I hurried after the succubus.
Whew whew.
I fanned my face to cool it down.
My flushed cheeks refused to settle.
But seriously, why didn't I?
When she leaned in for the kiss, running never crossed my mind.
My body froze instead, almost accepting it.
Because I'd never kissed anyone in my life?
Nah, that wasn't it.
Probably the atmosphere.
The brothel's sweet scent was dizzying my nose.
Even with regeneration magic active, this aroma was potent.
Yeah, had to be that.