Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: 019. I Thought Pretty Pink Flowers Were Blooming
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The hot water pouring over my head finally calmed my startled heart.
"To think I'd piss myself at this age..."
I scrubbed my body with bubbles that carried a medley of floral scents.
I paid extra attention to my groin.
The princess had emphasized several times before I entered the shower that women were more vulnerable to genital contamination than men, so I had to be meticulous about hygiene.
"It was unavoidable...!"
Who could've guessed that a punch to the gut from that bald thug who looked like a local gangster would loosen my urethra?
"I should've trained more in combat magic."
I never imagined something like this could happen in my life.
I thought I'd spend my days holed up in a Magic Tower lab, just doing research.
I never dreamed I'd end up as a woman facing the threat of rape.
I washed away the bitter emotions along with the foam.
"Thank goodness the princess came."
I paused while drying off with a towel.
The moment I thought of the princess, the embarrassing image of myself tearing up in her arms came flooding back.
I'd felt such relief from her gentle hand stroking my back.
The place I'd considered the most dangerous had become the safest refuge for me in that instant.
Thanks to her massive build, being held in her arms felt as secure as being clad in armor.
Her firm muscles enveloped my soft body, putting me at ease.
My body suddenly grew feverish.
I fanned myself with my hand and shook my head.
"Ugh, what am I even thinking?"
My eyes met my reflection in the mirror.
My cheeks were flushed, my face that of a girl smitten with love.
"You idiot...!"
I yelled at myself in the mirror.
"Yeah, this is just like that suspension bridge effect. Right, that's all it is."
I rubbed my cheeks hard with the back of my hand.
The blush wouldn't fade.
I dragged my steaming-hot body out of the shower stall.
My calves felt heavy, like they were wrapped in lead, probably from the tension finally easing.
Fresh underwear had been laid out in one corner of the bathroom.
After the commotion, we'd returned to Paradise to rest.
Ubre, having heard what happened, had kindly provided a room for us to recuperate.
This underwear was probably her courtesy as well.
"What is this?!"
I freaked out as I put it on.
I'd considered that it might reflect a succubus's tastes,
but could this even be called underwear?
At a glance, it looked like a normal white set.
But it wasn't.
Only after putting it on did I realize how little fabric there was.
The bra did its job of holding my large breasts in place without letting them sag, but the part that should cover the breasts had heart-shaped holes, so my nipples poked right through.
Nipples filled with pink.
Because my areolas were so plump, the tips of my breasts bulged out beyond the holes.
Fortunately, the panties covered a woman's precious area well.
But not the back.
There was a large heart-shaped hole in the back too, letting my plump butt cheeks spill out.
No matter how I looked at it, this was underwear made for that kind of activity.
"Ugh... but it's all I've got right now. Better than nothing, I guess."
Or maybe not.
I felt more embarrassed wearing it than if I'd been naked.
And with my fleshy build up top and bottom, it only highlighted those parts, making it even more mortifying.
I shuddered to think what sexual harassment the princess would unleash if she saw me like this.
"Is the clothes outside?"
The room Ubre provided was a suite with its own shower inside.
I didn't have to go to the communal baths; I could wash up right here.
I opened the bathroom door.
Steam billowed out.
"All done washing?"
The voice greeting me as soon as I stepped out made me flinch.
I turned creakily toward the sound.
"What were you muttering to yourself in there?"
The princess was on the bed.
She lounged comfortably, reading a book.
"Hm~?"
The princess's eyes narrowed.
Her sharp gaze, like that of a bird of prey, slowly scanned me from top to bottom.
Her lips curved into a soft smile.
"Pervert."
"I-it's a misunderstanding...!"
I covered my breasts with my arms, hiding the areolas poking out in heart shapes.
"It was the only thing to wear... I swear...! Ah, no, wait! Why are you in my room anyway?!"
I dashed back into the bathroom to grab a towel to cover myself.
Slip!
The wet marble tiles were slick.
The moment I planted my foot, it slid out from under me.
I tried to catch my balance to avoid falling, but the weight of my breasts pulled me forward, and I tumbled down.
"Eek!"
My knees slammed hard into the floor.
It felt like they might be broken.
My knees, that is.
Then I sensed someone behind me.
"What're you doing?"
The princess approached.
"Wow."
She let out an exclamation right away.
Wondering what, I looked back.
She was staring down at me sprawled out, her gaze fixed on one spot.
And that spot was my butt.
"Lady Withbel really loves pink, doesn't she."
"Eh?"
"Pink hair, pink pubic hair."
The princess bent at the waist and reached out.
"And a pink butthole."
Poke.
"Eeeeek?!"
The princess's finger prodded my anus.
A shiver ran through me as the sensitive folds around my densely innervated hole were stimulated.
Damn this holey panty—I was completely exposing my ass.
"D-don't poke it...!!"
I scrambled to cover my butt with my hands.
"Why cover it? It's pretty."
"It's not pretty at all...! It's a dirty place...!"
"Is Lady Withbel's butthole dirty?"
"Th-that's not what I meant...!"
"It was clean. I thought pretty pink flowers were blooming there. So pretty I wanted to spread it open and keep looking."
"Don't say weird things...!!"
Yeah, this was the princess, alright.
I resented myself for feeling any fondness toward her, even briefly.
A low-class creep who spewed sexual harassment.
Sure, she looked cool wielding a sword, but everything else about her was trash.
Everything!
* * *
"You're sulking?"
"...I'm not sulking."
"You totally are."
"Stop poking my cheek."
"Then let me touch your breasts instead."
Esther scowled, genuinely contemptuous.
She pulled the blanket up to her neck.
There were no other clothes prepared, so she was still in that vulgar otherworldly underwear.
Actually, clothes had been prepared.
A pretty dress.
But Vera had spotted it first and tossed it out the window.
Esther had asked for something to be prepared herself,
but Vera felt it would be a shame to let her put it on in this seedy atmosphere.
Her dark urge to tease was overwhelming.
Seeing Esther curled up like a frightened little animal in her arms, trembling, had made her want to devour her.
She'd wanted to grab that ass and plant a kiss right then.
Her cuteness was criminal.
So adorable it kept sending blood rushing to her dick.
Esther was erotic just by existing.
Still, she'd held back somehow.
She wasn't cruel enough to toy with Esther when she was terrified.
And there were plenty of other ways to explore Esther's body, even if not then.
"Ah, my arm suddenly hurts."
Vera clutched her right arm.
"Eek...!"
Esther flinched, shoulders jumping.
"It... it healed fine, didn't it...?"
Esther felt a pang of guilt.
Vera had gotten hurt protecting her.
It wasn't a stab or a deep cut—just a graze.
But seeing blood made Esther uneasy all the same.
"I don't know. It just hurts."
"Aren't you faking it?"
"Ouch, calling it malingering when I saved your life. Lady Withbel, you're a cruel one."
"Ugh... I'll heal it again. Give me your arm."
"Not the arm. Somewhere else needs healing."
"Huh? Wh-where else are you hurt?"
Esther jumped in alarm, eyes widening.
She let go of the blanket she'd been clutching and frantically checked Vera's body.
"Not hurt, exactly."
Vera undid her belt and pulled out her dick from her pants.
The erect shaft sprang free.
"Wha—what the hell are you doing?!"
Esther recoiled at the imposing sight of the forearm-thick member.
"Heal this. Ever since I saw Lady Withbel's pink flower, it won't go down."
"Don't call it a pink flower...!"
"Fine, your butthole then..."
"Pink flower! Pink flower sounds better!"
Esther sneaked peeks at the dick.
The massively swollen glans.
The shaft with bulging veins.
Such a vicious size.
Even though she'd originally been a woman—no, originally a man—how was it bigger than her old self? She couldn't comprehend it.
It pissed her off. Made her jealous.
"You caused this, Lady Withbel, so take responsibility."
"Why should I..."
"Ah, it hurts so much."
She knew well the frustration of an erection that wouldn't subside, having been a man.
It would eventually go down with time,
but that sticky discomfort was incredibly stressful.
She needed to bust one out to relieve it.
Knowing didn't mean she'd do it.
"I'm not saying we should sleep together."
Vera stood and brought her dick right up to Esther's face.
Esther scooted back on her butt.
But the wall blocked her immediately.
"Use your mouth."
"Wh-why should I...?"
"Because of you, Lady Withbel."
"That's forcing it...!"
"Can't you grant this one request from the person who saved your life?"
"Eek...!"
Vera smirked slyly.
'I'm such a scoundrel.'
She knew Esther couldn't refuse and pushed anyway.
She had no qualms sacrificing herself to help others, but felt immense guilt if others sacrificed for her.
Then or now.
It was her unchanging nature.
Call her vile if you wanted.
Still.
'Can't I give this much of a gift to someone who's already died countless times for her sake?'
Vera placed a hand on Esther's head, who was staring down her dick with fluttering lashes.
"You'll do it, right?"