Chapter 26
Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Because of Sir Withbel, My Dick Got This Big
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“Eh...?”
When I finally snapped out of my trance, as if I'd been hypnotized, I was already stripping naked in front of the shower room.
'Shall we wash up together first?'
I didn't even have the mental fortitude to refuse the princess's suggestion.
I'd been drawn here irresistibly, like water flowing downhill.
“This is a dream, right?”
I pinched my cheek.
“Phew, it's a dream.”
It didn't hurt.
Thank goodness. It must all be a dream.
“Yeah, as if I'd have sex or whatever. I'm not out of my mind, haha!”
Wishing desperately that it was a dream, I pinched my cheek harder this time.
“Ow!”
It hurt.
Damn it.
Not a dream.
“For real? Seriously?”
I seriously considered bolting from the Imperial Palace right now and fleeing into exile far away.
But the outcome was all too predictable.
Death. Nothing else.
No one who committed a crime against the Empire and ran away lived to tell the tale unscathed.
There was the Black Veil, the Imperial pursuit squad.
A group made up entirely of operatives on par with Diamond-rank adventurers or higher.
They were so elite, people called them the Emperor's personal strike force.
No exaggeration—they hunted their targets to the ends of the earth.
They'd eliminate them outright, or if they were lucky, leave them crippled as a mercy.
Though that wouldn't exactly count as living...
Above all, what worried me most was my family back home if I fled into exile.
My parents, who showered me with endless love.
My unmarried eldest sister, who dreamed of getting married.
My second sister, with five kids already.
My third sister, thriving as an adventurer.
My fourth sister, living the high life as a wealthy merchant's wife.
All of them would be branded enemies of the Empire because of me and end up on the execution block.
So, if I just sacrificed myself, that would be enough.
“Yeah... this is for my sake too...!”
I had to verify the princess's curse someday anyway.
I wasn't thrilled that this was the method,
but an elf who was an expert in this field said it was the only way, so I had to trust the professional.
“Plus, comparing the two magic circles might reveal something new. Yeah, yeah.”
I talked myself into accepting the situation with all sorts of excuses.
While I stood there naked in front of the shower room, hesitating for a good long while, a voice called from inside.
“Aren't you coming in?”
“Y-Yes! I'm... I'm coming in...!”
Don't be embarrassed, I told myself.
The more I acted shy, the more mortified I'd feel.
Yeah, we'd already seen each other's privates anyway. What's the big deal?
We'd even bathed together once.
“Haa... huuu... haa... huuu...”
After a few deep breaths, I stepped into the shower.
As I opened the door, a wave of steamy heat enveloped my body.
The moisture clung to her skin, making her breasts gleam smooth as polished orbs.
I hugged them close, both to hide my embarrassingly inverted nipples and to support their weight as they sagged.
Sunken nipples were humiliating enough to me, but showing them to someone else? Mortifying.
They weren't like this when I was a man.
“Wow...”
Through the steam, I caught sight of the princess's body.
I couldn't help but gasp in admiration at her rippling muscles.
Her abs carved sharp as a washboard.
Her veiny forearms and cannonball deltoids.
She didn't look naked—she looked armored.
And on top of that killer physique, her face was gorgeous too.
With a body and face like that, no woman in the world could resist her.
Don't get the wrong idea.
This wasn't some girl-on-girl admiration now that I'm a woman.
Men admire hot guys' bodies too.
That's all it is.
Me, on the other hand? Soft curves everywhere, a bit of pudge here and there—squishy and plush all over.
The body I'd always idealized was exactly like the princess's right now, but somehow I'd ended up with the polar opposite.
I felt defeated.
“Wow.”
The princess stared right back, equally impressed.
“I say it every time, but Sir Withbel's body is truly beautiful. Those full breasts, that perfect ass—you've got everything women envy.”
“That doesn't make me happy at all...!”
“I wasn't trying to make you happy.”
The princess extended her hand.
“Come here. You'll catch a cold standing there.”
She took my hand like an escort and pulled me toward her.
The shower stall was now filled with two naked bodies.
It was cramped enough already, and with both of us being so voluptuous, it felt even tighter.
“How's the water temperature?”
The warm water—just the right temp—cascaded pleasantly over my curves.
“...Feels good.”
It was exactly my preferred heat.
Probably a coincidence,
but that little detail touched me anyway.
Maybe because of the warm water, my tensed-up body finally started to relax a bit.
“B-But... do we really need to shower together...?”
It felt too late to say it, but I spoke up anyway to ease the awkwardness.
“Sex isn't just about jamming bodies together willy-nilly. You share body heat, feel each other's skin, build that connection first—then you mix it up.”
“You know a lot about this, huh?”
I looked up at her, my wet lashes fluttering.
“Lots of experience?”
The princess just gave a knowing smile, saying nothing.
Gasp!
A very impure thought crossed my mind.
The princess had just come of age this year.
But if she had experience, that meant she'd already...
Sure, love between man and woman doesn't strictly require adulthood, but minors getting physical? I found that wildly inappropriate.
“I can tell what you're thinking, Sir Withbel, but this is my first time too.”
“Huh? W-What do you think I'm thinking...?”
“You know best yourself.”
“Eek...!”
The princess's hand slid up to my waist.
The stream of water trickling along my slick side split apart against her rocky palm.
“One thing I can say for sure: my first time is with you, Sir Withbel. And it'll keep being you from here on out.”
Her low voice reverberated through the tight shower stall.
The vibration reached even my breasts.
Her hand stroked my waist gently, tickling and thrilling me at once.
A hand that killed without mercy.
A hand that swung swords ruthlessly.
A hand stained with others' blood countless times—now caressing me tenderly. Terrifying.
Yet the primal instincts buried in this female flesh ignited at the touch of a strong male, craving to surrender.
My breath escaped hot between my lips.
Hot enough to burn.
“Come closer.”
Gently, yet commandingly, she yanked my waist toward her.
My fragile body yielded helplessly, slamming into her solid, thick frame.
Squish.
The height difference—her head taller—meant one of my grotesquely huge breasts mashed against her bumpy abs.
A texture in stark contrast to my soft skin.
Firmer than armor, more than I'd ever had as a man.
It was like she was teaching me what a real man felt like.
That's when it happened—the swollen edge of my areola rubbed against her abs.
“...?!”
Something hard poked my soft belly.
I looked down with wide eyes, but my breasts blocked the view.
No need, though.
I knew exactly what it was—I'd been a man once.
“Feel that? Sir Withbel, you're the reason my cock got this big.”
She pulled my waist even closer.
The thing stabbing like it would pierce my gut slid upward with a slick drag.
A searing pillar of meat asserted its presence vividly, shoving up against my lower chest.
I'd felt it before when servicing her with my mouth, but the size was monstrous.
Could something this huge even fit inside?
If she went all the way, it'd poke past my navel.
The thought alone was horrifying.
But while my rational mind quailed in fear, my female instincts thrilled at the massive rod, already leaking love juices.
A fluid different from the shower spray slicked my inner thighs.
The curse's doing, no doubt.
A body that got aroused way too easily.
“Shall we wash each other?”
The princess started rubbing pre-lathered soap over my body.
No.
As a fellow man once, having another guy grope every inch was mentally exhausting—but this female body just got all tingly and begged for more.
Really no.
Yet some weird part of me wanted her to keep going, stirring up confusion.
“Better get used to it now, so you're less embarrassed in bed. Here, Sir Withbel—feel free to touch my body all you want.”
“T-Touch...?”
“No—wash me.”
I lathered up my hands and started soaping her body.
“Wow...”
Incredibly firm.
The hardness I could see transferred perfectly into my small palms.
Rippling arms.
Legs split like chopped wood.
Even her ass—packed solid with muscle, hard as rock.
Nothing like my fluffy, cushioned rear stuffed with cotton.
“Ha... hu...”
The shower stall filled with falling water and lewd breaths.
The air grew hotter, steam clouding our vision.
We kept washing each other like that.
Washing was a nice way to put it—it was more like devouring with our hands.
“Alright, let's rinse and get out.”
“Uh... y-yeah...”
Even while rinsing, her hands lingered on my body.
“Hng... mm...”
When her hand swept over my breast, my nipple stung with pleasure.
I glanced down—my puffy areola now sported ripe, erect nipples poking out like fruit.
No direct stimulation, but they'd hardened on their own.
My female body was fully prepared to welcome a male.