Chapter 42
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Princess, Take Yours Off Too!
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As you might have guessed,
there are no rules about the beach.
It was a blatant lie, but there was a grand purpose behind it.
To get Lady Withbel into a bikini.
If I hadn't lied about needing to change into beachwear to enter, would that guy have meekly slipped into a bikini?
He's already blushing just from the sundress.
Though it's a secret from Lady Withbel, I've prepared over 300 outfits I want her to wear.
I even converted one corner of my Life Palace room into a dressing room.
Planning to reveal it later as a surprise gift.
'H-how could I wear something like this?!'
I can already picture Lady Withbel raving about the dressing room, and it makes me chuckle.
It's a well-deserved reward for all my hard work.
Even if it's a bit coercive.
Thud... thud...
I was lost in delicious fantasies, gazing at the sea.
When the sound of footsteps crunching timidly through the sand approached.
It's Lady Withbel.
I schooled my relaxed expression and turned around.
"Y-you... this is too much... t-to make me wear something like this..."
Lady Withbel's face was beet red with embarrassment.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"...Is it on properly?"
She glared at me with resentful eyes.
Such an adorably masochistic expression.
I slowly admired Lady Withbel.
A string bikini that barely covered the essentials with its tiny scraps of fabric.
It was too much for those gravity-defying, perfectly shaped breasts.
The massive flesh overflowed, boasting its weight.
The thin strings dug into her skin, struggling to hold it all.
Pale white skin and a contrasting soft pink peeked out from the edges of the cups.
Part of her areola, uncovered.
Proportional to her bust size, her areolas were large and plump—impossible to hide with such small patches.
I slowly lowered my gaze.
Her wasp-thin waist suddenly flared out.
Hips developed to match that ample rear.
The bottom fabric was just as scant.
Barely concealing her privates.
A little narrower, and those cute pink pubes would have peeked out.
That would've been fun in its own way...
A bit disappointing.
"D-don't stare so much..."
Lady Withbel hugged her body with both arms.
As if that could hide anything.
Her reaction is so lewd.
Is this really a man?
What an incredible talent.
I only discovered it after dozens of regressions.
I've thought her timid, delicate personality would suit a woman well, but I never imagined it'd fit this well.
"It really suits you."
"Are you mocking me?"
"For real."
"This pattern! This pattern looks like it's mocking my chest!"
Cow-print bikini.
Regardless of the fabric area, the pattern alone is tacky.
Who knew cow print could be this vulgar?
I've come to realize it anew.
"By the way, you actually wore it?"
"Eh?"
"I left that as a joke. The real ones were for if you said you couldn't wear them."
I never expected her to actually come out in it.
"You're actually enjoying this, aren't you?"
Lady Withbel's mouth fell open with a gasp, her face turning even redder.
Aww, so cute.
"Wh-what...! I'll change!"
I grabbed Lady Withbel's arm as she tried to flee to the changing room.
"What a waste."
"Not a waste at all. And if anyone else sees, I'll die socially."
"No worries there. It's just us on this island."
"Th-that's worrying in a whole other way!"
"Why? Afraid I'll eat you up?"
"......"
"Busted."
"Uwaaa! Uwaa!"
I scooped up the flailing Lady Withbel into my arms and burst out laughing.
Ahh, so healing.
Her very existence is the ultimate regeneration spell.
* * *
"It's unfair if only I have to strip!"
I shouted, wriggling free from the princess's embrace.
"Princess, you take yours off too!"
She was wearing a swimsuit, but my outfit was basically naked.
Barely covering the essentials.
The fabric area was smaller than my usual underwear.
With the areolas not fully covered, it's more like pasties.
I can't be the only one suffering this humiliation.
"You want me to strip too?"
The princess's eyes widened in a rare reaction.
Heh heh, embarrassed?
Undressing outdoors would be embarrassing.
"Sure, why not."
"Eh?"
The princess undid her shirt buttons.
With each one, sharply defined muscles emerged.
Fling.
She tossed the shirt aside.
Stripped her top in one go.
"...!"
Her abs were so deep and chiseled, shadows formed under the sunlight.
Outdoors, her muscular build stood out even more.
"...Gulp."
What a lewd body.
...Huh?
I shook my head.
I'm crazy, crazy.
Correction.
I meant sexy, not lewd.
Sexy might be weird too?
No, it's fine.
Men can call other men's muscles sexy.
Yeah, that's it.
"Should I take off the bottoms too?"
"Uh... uh... y-yeah..."
"Got it."
The princess shrugged.
No resistance to stripping.
Clink.
She unbuckled her belt and dropped her pants.
No underwear—just swim trunks.
Loose-fitting trunks.
"Wh-why are you erect?!"
A massive presence bulged over the swimsuit.
Like a python coiled inside—long and thick.
I know exactly what that is.
"Wanna guess?"
"Ah. No. Don't say it."
"Lady Withbel's lewd body..."
"I said don't say it!"
I clapped both hands over the princess's mouth, certain she'd sexually harass me again.
"Eek!"
Something coarse and scratchy touched my palm.
I yelped in surprise.
"So this is what Lady Withbel tastes like."
I used magic to wipe the saliva from my hand.
"I'll rest over there, so go have fun, Princess."
As I dragged my drained body toward the prime parasol spot a few minutes later,
"...I'm doing it."
My instincts screamed danger.
My lower belly felt uneasy.
I knew exactly what this sensation meant now.
"Do it."
The princess tugged lightly on my wrist.
"I said no. No reason to!"
"We're at the beach, so of course."
"What shameless...!"
"Shameless? We're at the beach, so of course we swim."
"...Ah, a-ah."
My breath caught.
Sweat beaded like dew down my spine.
"R-right. At the beach, we have to swim, swim."
"Mhm."
"I wasn't thinking anything weird! Really not!"
"Pervert."
The princess grinned slyly.
"Looking at you like this, you seem lewder than me."
"No...!"
"I wasn't even thinking it, but you were. Outdoor sex."
"Nooo!!"
I wasn't thinking that.
Really wasn't.
For real!
Liar.
Okay, a little.
But not because I wanted to.
It's the princess's fault!
So unfair!
She was erect, so I figured it'd lead to that sticky, slippery development next.
Like always, she'd push, knowing I can't refuse.
"Can't do anything with you. Fine, let's go. Bend over that rock and stick out your butt."
"I said no!!"
"No need to be shy. Just poke out your butt, and I'll handle the rest."
I covered my butt with my hands.
At the same time, memories of doggy style a few days ago flashed back.
The princess pounding away, crushing my cheeks with each thrust.
What am I thinking?!
I slapped my thigh.
"I planned just water play today, but guess we'll play in your pussy juice instead."
"P-pussy...?!"
I clamped my knees and thighs together.
"Kidding."
The princess snickered at me standing there awkwardly, butt thrust out.
"Let's swim. I'll teach you. You can't, right?"
She grabbed my wrist again and headed to the sea.
"Huh? Did I ever say I couldn't swim?"
"Ah..."
The princess stopped in her tracks.
The girl who always countered sharply trailed off unusually.
"Intuition. You look like you can't. Or wait—with two balloons, maybe you swim great."
"Again! Again!"
"Haha."
The princess brushed it off with sexual harassment.
Did she background check me?
Of course she did.
Before becoming her tutor, the palace would've investigated everything about me.
Gathered info from people around too.
To ensure I was safe as a tutor.
So it's no surprise she knows things I never told her.
But dodging like that?
Normally, she'd proudly admit the background check.
Even the princess finds snooping embarrassing?
Who knows.
Doesn't matter anyway.
Not important.
Probably.