Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Sir Withbel, Mind Lending Me Your Pussy?
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Was this what it felt like when the world came to a standstill?
Lounging on the sofa with her legs spread, Esther had frozen like a mannequin, her hand resting on her peach-colored pussy.
Like a rabbit playing dead before a starving wolf, she held her breath.
"……."
Thump-thump.
Her heart pounded wildly against her ribs from within, the sound deafening.
She worried Vera could hear it too.
'Wh-what do I do...?'
Her consciousness drifting far into the cosmos, Esther frantically brainstormed ways to escape this situation.
Think.
Think.
She even came up with an excuse like, "Haha, I thought my dick had grown back, so I was just checking," before clamping her mouth shut.
It was worse than nothing.
No matter what she said here, she wouldn't escape the awkwardness.
'Maybe...'
Esther sat up and fumbled to pull on her panties.
"Ah...!"
Her hands trembled like she had the shakes as she lifted them, and the strap came loose.
She picked up the fallen panties as calmly as possible, slipped them on, and tied a tight knot so they wouldn't slip again.
She cinched them so hard the strap dug into the soft flesh of her thick thighs.
Pat-pat!
She smoothed down the robe she'd hiked up to her waist and strolled casually to the desk.
"……Hoo."
She moistened her dry lips with a sip of black tea, then flashed the gentlest smile in the world.
"Your Highness, what brings you here?"
"You were masturbating, weren't you?"
"……."
"You were masturbating, weren't you?"
"Kyuuu......"
Unable to bear the shame, Esther curled up, wishing she could crawl into a hole.
"You rejected my touch while chanting 'I'm a man, I'm a man,' but then you went and did something naughty behind my back?"
"……It's a misunderstanding."
"Hmm, what kind of misunderstanding could it be?"
Esther pointed carefully at the magic circle spread out on the desk and began explaining step by step.
"The curse on us includes a debuff that makes the target easily sexually aroused. This part right here is it. B-because of this... my body got excited against my will..."
"So you masturbated?"
"N-no, I didn't."
"You were about to masturbate?"
"……."
Thud-thud.
Vera's footsteps grew closer, each one pounding like a hammer on Esther's heart.
Esther hunched even lower, as if she could hide under the desk.
She'd shown the one scene she never wanted anyone to see—especially not to the one person she least wanted—to exactly that person.
Her face burned as red as an overripe apple.
Esther mumbled on stubbornly, like a final plea in her defense, her voice as soft as falling petals.
"I-it's true... really... I didn't do it because I wanted to......"
Esther had no idea.
That her fragile demeanor was stoking the sadistic urges of the alpha in front of her.
"I'm really disappointed, Sir Withbel."
Vera held back a laugh that threatened to escape.
"I went all the way to the elves' forest at dawn to get info on the curse. And here you were, soaking your pussy in the lab I set up for your research?"
Esther shook her head vigorously, waving her hands in denial too.
"N-no, that's not it...! I was researching seriously too...!"
Vera yanked the chair away, peeling Esther—who was glued to the desk—from it, then slipped her hand under the hem of Esther's robe.
Her rough hand pushed aside the soft inner thigh flesh until it reached the plump, meaty pussy at the end.
She deftly slid her hand inside the panties.
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
"Hold still."
Her fingers slipped past the light bush covering the mound and into the neatly closed slit.
"Ha-ut...!"
Esther tried to pull her hips back as far as possible, grunting as she pushed against Vera's rock-hard, muscled arm.
Squelch.
Just curling one knuckle produced a vivid, lewd wet sound that echoed through the room.
Vera withdrew her hand from the panties.
"Is this the proof of someone researching seriously?"
She held her fingers out to Esther like a trophy.
The callused fingertips glistened slickly, coated in a gel-like fluid.
What was there to deny? It was Esther's pussy juice.
Esther's cheeks burned hot at Vera's mocking chuckle.
Vera wasn't angry or scolding her for masturbating.
She was just having fun.
Teasing this delicate person brought even petty joys.
Her reactions were delicious and endearing.
So Vera teased her with even more mischievous words.
"I have a gift for Sir Withbel, who was soaking her pussy all slick."
"I-it wasn't soaked......"
Even her timid rebuttals were cute.
"Shall we check again?"
Vera wiggled her fingers, and Esther pouted her lower lip, clamping her mouth shut.
"Here, take this."
Vera placed a book on the desk.
"This is... a grimoire?"
Faint mana emanated from the luxurious cover.
"You recognized it right away."
"Magic Tower... heir, right?"
"I was thinking—if you and I are under the same curse, then I should have a recovery phase until it fully settles too, right?"
"Yes."
Esther had been pondering the exact same thing.
"But I'm no mage, so no matter how much I elevate my soul, I can't peer into the soul realm."
"True."
Esther nodded along.
"So I puzzled over how to check the magic circle of the curse on me, and I learned about emotional synchronization through communion."
She flipped open the grimoire.
It was a book on exactly that—emotional synchronization and sharing inner worlds.
"You went to the elves' forest... don't tell me... you met the mage who wrote this grimoire?!"
Esther's eyes went wide.
"Exactly."
What incredible initiative.
Even with a gate to zip straight to the elves' forest,
she'd gotten it directly from those uptight elves.
'She didn't threaten them for it, did she?'
Esther's gaze flicked to the sword at Vera's waist.
No blood on it, at least.
"You think I threatened them and stole it or something?"
"N-no...!"
"No need to worry. They wouldn't listen, so I nearly drew my sword, but I persuaded them somehow and borrowed it."
"I see......?"
"You don't believe me right now, do you?"
"I do! As expected of Your Highness! You're amazing!"
Then, suddenly, Esther felt a twinge of unease.
'Wait......'
The source of the unease came from the recent conversation and this grimoire.
Emotional synchronization through communion.
Sharing inner worlds.
And.
"They said you can share inner worlds through sex."
Esther's emerald eyes shook violently.
"Sir Withbel."
"Ah, ah......"
"Sir Withbel, mind lending me your pussy?"
Vera placed a hand on Esther's slender shoulder, grinning lecherously. It felt impossibly heavy, like a boulder, even though it was light.
"N-no... I don't want to......"
Esther trembled as she resisted.
"Sir Withbel. This isn't for me—it's for you."
"Huh??"
"What if my gender settles as male without you knowing? Think His Majesty will sit still?"
Chill.
A cold dread washed over her, like a blade hovering at her throat.
"Every Withbel in this world would vanish. Your family line would dry up."
Right, it wouldn't just be her death.
An emperor would execute the innocent family too.
It wasn't unprecedented.
Long ago, a family wasn't just wiped out by the emperor's hand—they were erased from history. All that remained was the fact that such a family had existed; no one but a select few knew their name.
That's how it would go.
The Withbels might be a simple rural farming family, but that didn't mean she wanted them gone.
"I won't force you. There must be other ways. But the elf said he hadn't found any alternatives. The grimoire says the same."
Vera patted Esther's shoulder.
"Take some time to think it over."
Leaving the grimoire behind, Vera headed for the lab door.
"See you at afternoon lessons, then."
As she closed the door to leave—
"W-wait...!"
Esther, her brows furrowed in anguish, shot up from her seat and hurried to the door.
She looked up at Vera.
As their eyes met, she bashfully lowered her lashes and averted her gaze.
"U-um...... I'll do it......"
"Pardon?"
"L-let's... do it......"
"I can't hear you well."
She could hear perfectly fine.
In the quiet room, even a whisper would carry.
"Let's do it."
Esther hesitantly reached out and clutched Vera's collar.
Her unsettled eyes darted left and right.
Her face flushed crimson with self-loathing for saying it herself.
"Do what?"
"Ughhh."
Esther glared resentfully at Vera, who smirked smugly with arched brows.
Tears of humiliation welled in her eyes.
"S-se... sex...!"
Vera tilted her head slightly.
"What's that?"
Outraged at Vera's blatant enjoyment of her shame, Esther shot her a fierce glare.
She knew exactly what Vera wanted to hear.
This damn princess.
"S-se... Sex...! Sex...!"
She said it.
She'd said it.
Right—this was for the family.
To prevent the curse on the princess from fully settling.
Thump-thump.
Her heart raced wildly.
The pounding echoed down to her lower belly, knocking at her womb.