Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Shall I Touch Your Breasts?
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Ilia von Snowbelt.
She was the youngest lady of House Snowbelt, the ducal family.
She had been showered with affection since childhood thanks to her lovely beauty.
Treated like pure gold and jade.
Ilia, raised with endless indulgence, naturally grew incredibly arrogant.
How could she not, when people around her performed like clowns just to catch her eye even when she did nothing?
Part of it was the influence of being a duke's daughter, but her beauty played an even bigger role.
She was one of those always mentioned when picking the empire's beauties.
The actions of those around her.
The stories she heard from them.
Having received praise for her looks since childhood, Ilia harbored a strong sense of superiority as a woman.
However, she had one complex.
Her flat, stick-like breasts.
Her face was flawless in its beauty.
But her figure was lacking.
Her waist was slim enough, but her hips were narrow, and her chest bore only pitiful little mounds.
Small breasts had their own appeal, sure.
"You're so beautiful, miss, but it's a shame about your chest."
"Right? Do you know why you always walk with your chest puffed out?"
"Why?"
"To make them look even a little bigger."
"Pfft!"
A woman's greatest enemy is another woman.
Beautiful flowers inevitably attract bugs.
She happened to overhear ugly pests like them gossiping behind her back, trying to tear her down.
That was when it started.
From then on, her small breasts began to bother her, and she started viewing other women as enemies, spitting venomous remarks.
Especially those with big breasts—she treated them like the murderers of her parents.
And today.
She attended a regular social gathering and encountered the greatest enemy of her life.
What the hell is that massive thing?!
A woman with pink hair.
Two more heads seemed to hang below her own.
They swayed threateningly with every movement.
They were so excessively large, yet paired with her modest, refined features, they came off not as vulgar but wildly alluring in the best way.
...I'm jealous.
No one in this world is perfect.
Everyone has their flaws.
But this pink-haired woman had it all.
Beautiful looks.
A feminine figure overflowing with allure.
Even her timid gestures spread cuteness everywhere.
Seductress.
Slut.
The scary part was that it wasn't intentional.
It was all natural.
Of course, even she had a flaw.
Her dick was gone.
Unaware of the curse that had swapped her gender, Ilia could only hurl insults at the woman before her.
"Could you move that fat body of yours and stop blocking the way?"
Ilia crossed her arms and sauntered past.
"Ah...!"
There was plenty of space to pass, but she deliberately bumped her shoulder into Esther.
"How fat are you? Cow up top and sow down below?"
This wasn't some animal farm.
"Ugh, my stomach's churning. Sorry. Ugly people just make me nauseous."
Ilia unleashed a barrage of venom before gracefully departing.
The atmosphere was utterly dominated.
But.
It felt incredibly shitty.
* * *
My insides burned hot.
"Whaaat?"
I was so stunned I couldn't speak.
Cow?
Sow?
Fine, fine.
I'll concede a hundred times over.
My breasts were full enough to pass as a cow's, and my ass plump enough for a sow.
But.
"Ugly...!"
That, I couldn't let slide.
After turning into a woman, the one comfort was my appearance.
I'm pretty.
This wasn't princess syndrome talking.
As a man, it was a very objective assessment from a man's gaze.
"Hah! Damn it! Hah!"
Man or woman, anyone would get pissed hearing "ugly" to their face.
I was grumbling in place, unable to contain my anger, when—
"What are you doing here?"
The princess, dressed in a more formal uniform than usual, looked down at me with a tilt of her head.
"Ah...... Hello."
I gazed up at her blankly before bowing my head.
......She's disgustingly handsome.
Her broad shoulders suited the uniform perfectly.
The dream of every woman.
And every man.
It wasn't an exaggeration to call her the epitome of an ideal knight.
And she wielded a sword masterfully too.
"Why are you staring like that?"
The princess leaned down, thrusting her face forward.
"You're handsome?"
"......"
"Answer."
"Yes."
"Lady Withbel looks pretty today too."
"That doesn't make me happy at all."
"Even when I compliment you, you complain."
I did think my face was pretty, but hearing it from someone else felt awkward.
Good or bad, it was hard to respond.
Tricky.
"So, what were you doing alone?"
"Ah...."
I explained what had just happened.
"Hahaha!"
After hearing me out, the princess burst into loud laughter like she'd heard the funniest story.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Oh, you know."
She laughed for a good while, wiping tears from her eyes.
No.
Was it really that funny?
I hadn't shared it hoping for empathy and curses alongside, or to make her laugh.
"No way, even you see me as a milk cow?!"
I racked my brain wondering why she laughed, and that was the conclusion.
I glared at the princess, widening my eyes fiercely.
"Hmm...... No."
"What was that pause just now?!"
"Can I be honest?"
"No. Don't say it."
"Honestly, Lady Withbel's breasts are big enough that you wouldn't be wronged by the milk cow label."
"Agh! I said don't say it!"
Embarrassed for no reason, I hugged my chest with both arms.
The soft, fluffy warmth filled my embrace.
......Tch.
They really are big.
"But I laughed for a different reason. Can't explain it, though."
"Whatever."
"Really. It was something else."
"Yeah, yeah, sure."
"Are you sulking?"
"No. Not sulking."
"Aww, you are. Shall I touch your breasts?"
"Isn't it usually the other way around?"
"You can touch mine if you want."
The princess boldly thrust out her chest.
The uniform hid them, but
behind that were rock-hard pecs like armor.
Different from mine......
"I'm not touching!"
Oh god, my head.
"Anyway. That bitch Ilia...... Sorry, got harsh there. Lady Snowbelt badmouthed you?"
I blinked up at the princess, who spat curses viciously, then nodded.
"Yes."
"Lady Snowbelt does have a rotten personality. She looks down on women but fawns over handsome men, acting all cutesy and shaking her pathetic ass like a whore...... Pretend you didn't hear that."
They weren't on good terms.
I didn't know what happened,
but it was clear the princess harbored massive ill will toward Ilia.
That woman was impressive in her own way.
To wander the imperial palace so boldly despite the princess's hatred.
If it were me, I'd have fled into exile immediately.
I wouldn't sleep at night, terrified she might come for my life.
"You didn't let that girl get to you, did you?"
"Huh?"
I scrunched my face.
"She was beautiful, sure, but character matters."
"Hahaha!"
The princess laughed loudly again.
I couldn't grasp her sense of humor at all.
"Anyway. So that's why you looked upset."
She nodded as if she understood.
"Are you mad?"
"Of course. She said it right to my face."
What pissed me off more was how I just stood there stammering without a comeback.
Of course, the opponent was a duke's daughter.
I couldn't just snap back in anger.
The difference in status.
The difference in rank.
That trumped even the magic hierarchy.
"Want me to help?"
"Huh?"
"Light revenge."
"Ugh, if I get on the duke's bad side..."
"I'm royalty. So what?"
The princess smirked with a proud expression.
"Absolute power."
"Even royalty has to watch the nobles' eyes."
"Don't you know what absolute power means?"
The princess patted the sword at her waist.
"Kill anyone who displeases me. Crawl if you want to live."
That was it.
Royal authority.
The empire's long history proved it.
Absolute power.
Dictator, in harsher terms.
Despite crises, House Bluefield had held the throne from the empire's founding to now—not just because they founded it.
You could voice opposition to their thoughts.
But then you'd vanish like magic.
Become a mystery.
Of course, only if you crossed the line.
Criticism was allowed.
Pointing out wrongs was fine.
But scheme slyly against the throne from the shadows? Erased from history.
Even called a dictator, the emperor was warm to the people, who lived well despite grumblings.
No one starved, save a tiny few.
It was a peaceful era.
"I'll help, so grant me one favor next time."
"......"
I narrowed my eyes at the princess.
"Nothing naughty."
"......"
"Nothing naughty!"
"It's not that."
I pondered briefly, then nodded.
"Fine."
Yeah, with the princess backing me, I'm invincible.
She called me ugly to my face.
At least let me fire back that she's ugly too.
That'd vent my anger.
"How?"
"Follow me."
The princess grabbed my hand firmly.
The calluses on her palm brushed my hand's back.
She dragged me along somewhere.
* * *
A moment later.
"......Is this right?"
My face burned.
I couldn't lift my head.
"It suits you well."
"Th-that's not what I mean......"
"Be confident, Lady Withbel."
I really shouldn't have listened to the princess.
Who'd have thought I'd end up in a dress like this?
Ah, didn't expect to become a woman either.
Ha, hahaha.
Life......
But.
I sneaked a glance.
At the full-length mirror beside me.
A woman with a delicate, slender frame and unrealistically exaggerated curves.
No fabric to cover her breasts, so the black dress contrasted sharply with her white skin.
A deep, straight valley ran long between her neatly gathered breasts.
The body-hugging dress exposed every feminine asset starkly.
My slim waist clinging to the princess's arm.
My hips swaying side to side with each step.
Even my embarrassingly protruding butt was on full display, naturally.
The dress had a beautiful design, but on me, it looked like something a prostitute would wear—lewd and obscene.
"Let's go. Time's up."
"Ugh......"
I followed the princess out of the room.
Our destination: the ladies' social hall.