Their Private Wedding
Ooooh~
Ahhh—
The next day.
Word had already come that the clothes were finished, and when the three of them arrived at the shop, they were met with open admiration from the clerks and from the tailors whose dark circles under their eyes told of a sleepless night.
Dressed in a slim-cut suit of black and white in perfect harmony, Kaisent carried such innate beauty and bearing that any noble who did not know him would have asked which kingdom’s prince he was. That dignity and nobility had never left him — but until now, rough mercenary clothes and leather armor had hidden them. Those constraints were gone completely.
"…Wow… ah……."
Even Kaisent, though, stood with his mouth open in praise as he looked at the two women before him.
Lillian, who had lived the hard life of a mercenary yet still retained a princess’s grace, wore a mermaid-line dress — the kind only women confident in their figures dared choose. The tight black mermaid dress emphasized her full breasts and hips, her beautiful pelvis, and a waistline that made men want to seize it, bringing every physical feature into perfect harmony. Over both shoulders sat a shoulder cape of fabric so thin the skin beneath showed through, adorned with softly gleaming silver ornaments and draped like a mantle. It heightened her alluring figure while still radiating an elegance that never tipped into vulgarity.
"Is this… really me……?"
Where Lillian projected refined dignity, Priscilla radiated an active, dizzying charm. Her dress was equally tight and figure-hugging, but in a passionate red with a high slit. The slit stopped at a heart-stopping line that almost — but not quite — revealed her pelvis, lending her a sultry, healthy allure. One leg flashed free with every step; any man watching her move would have trouble knowing where to look.
One of them sexy yet dignified; the other active yet intoxicatingly sensual. In dresses of similar yet distinct appeal, the two women studied themselves in the full-length mirror.
"We were right after all!"
"Worth staying up all night!"
"Our greatest masterpiece yet!"
The tailors cheered over the results of their own work. Above all, they felt the pure craftsman’s joy of dressing treasures like these with their own hands. Plenty of nobles were handsome or beautiful and well-built — but Lillian and Priscilla were the finest material among them.
"We’ll keep these garments for you until the day before the banquet."
"Ah — no. That’s fine."
One of the tailors offered to take the clothes once they changed out of them, but Kaisent, still staring blankly at the two women, answered a beat late.
"But if by any chance they get soiled before the banquet……."
"We’ll take full responsibility if that happens. We have something for that, you see."
Kaisent opened his dimensional storage. The startled tailor quickly recovered his composure and nodded. Having seen humans from many worlds, he no longer made a fuss even at the sight of subspace magic.
"You use subspace magic, I see. It’s a little different from the subspace bags and spells I’ve encountered, but in that case, I have no objection."
"Just in case, please give us hangers as well."
"Understood."
Once the three of them had changed back into their ordinary clothes, the tailors hung the garments and handed them to Kaisent. He reached into the dimensional storage, passed them to Arty who was waiting inside, and turned to thank the tailors.
"Thank you for making such fine clothes."
"Not at all. Whenever you need garments made, please favor our shop."
So, dressed once more in their usual clothes and basking in the shop staff’s warm send-off, the three of them stepped outside with flushed faces. Part of it was simply having worn clothes that drew out every bit of their charm —
"Lillian."
"Y-yes. I already told them not to interrupt while we’re learning court etiquette."
"Well done."
That was the end of the conversation. Moving quickly, they returned to the inn district and to an empty inn. The other mercenaries had gone out for a drinking party, supposedly to honor the comrades lost on this commission.
Clink—
Kaisent poured inner energy into a sound-dampening magic item he had prepared in advance and flung it roughly toward the entrance.
Now.
A wedding for the three of them alone was about to begin.
And that wedding would be anything but ordinary.
He opened the dimensional storage again, and Arty emerged carrying the clothes.
"K-Kaisent. Are we really going to wear these and……."
"Put them on."
"Hnn……♥"
Priscilla, who had never in her life worn a dress that so aggressively emphasized sex appeal, showed reluctance — but at Kaisent’s command, her womb throbbed as if ordering her to submit.
"A… all right……."
In the end she gave in. Lillian and Priscilla took the dresses from Arty. With Arty’s help they put them on, then demurely clasped their hands and presented themselves to Kaisent in full dress.
Gulp!
The two women in tight, figure-hugging dresses looked far more beautiful than they did bare. So beautiful that Kaisent swallowed dryly without thinking — and the moment he stripped off his own clothes, his cock sprang up rigid and ready.
"Ah……♡"
"Ah……♥"
Both women gasped at the sight of that cock jutting high, as if it meant to spear them that very instant.
"N-next is… next is… th-that… u-aaaaaahhh!!"
"Kyaah♡"
"Aah♥"
Kaisent had meant to begin in something like a wedding atmosphere — but the sight of two beautiful women waiting for his cock right in front of him shattered his restraint. He charged in like a tackle, seized their waists, and toppled them over.
"Lillian!"
"Y-yes! Hahup♡"
Straddling both women as if crushing them beneath him, Kaisent called Lillian’s name and then covered the mouth that answered him, thrusting his tongue straight in.
"Chuuup♡ Chupaa♡ Wait— hafuung♡"
He tangled Lillian’s tongue with no technique at all, mixing and drinking their saliva, then turned his eyes to Priscilla, who was gazing up at him with desperate longing.
"Puhaa♡"
"Priscilla!"
"Hnn♥ Habup♥ Uuung♥"
One after another, Kaisent claimed both women’s mouths. Priscilla no longer resisted on the grounds that she had once been a man; she closed her eyes and accepted the boy’s fierce kiss as he pulled her by the shoulders.
Lillian and Priscilla were slender, but they were still adults larger than Kaisent. Even so, he wrapped both arms around their shoulders, greedily trying to hold two grown women at once with his small frame.
Grrrkk—
Unlike Priscilla’s side-slit dress, Lillian’s gown fell all the way to her ankles, and Kaisent found it inconvenient. He raked his nails down the crotch of the skirt and tore it open. He could always mend it with holy power later — so it didn’t matter. No: even if he couldn’t mend it, it didn’t matter. What mattered was making this bitch’s pussy easy to handle right now.
Tsup! Tsuchk!
"Hahwaaang~♡"
"Hnhheung~♥"
He thrust both hands under their dresses and plunged straight into their pussies, stirring the delicate pink flesh without mercy. Pinned beneath Kaisent as he somehow tried to embrace both of them at once with his small body, Lillian and Priscilla moaned — and without anyone ordering them, their faces drifted together into one place.
Churrrp— Tzurrp— Chuup— Chuhuup—
Three faces gathered; three tongues extended. They coiled around one another in a sticky, serpentine tangle of tongues. Whether saliva dripped or not, they mixed it with their tongues in a lewd, lingering kiss.
"Haa. Haa."
After savoring the kiss, Kaisent paused, breathing hard, and looked down at the two of them. He was deciding whom to take first.
Lillian watched him with pleading eyes that begged to be chosen. Priscilla wore the face of someone who had steeled herself for something — yet she turned her head away, too shy to meet his gaze.
"Priscilla."
"Ah……♥"
"Fufufu♡ Lucky you, Priscilla."
Lillian smiled at the chosen Priscilla with a faintly jealous look in her eyes.
Her eyes have been different lately.
Until now, Priscilla had never truly accepted that she was a woman. But ever since Kaisent had gone alone to confront the blackmailer, Lillian had felt the change in her gaze. She would understand what it meant soon enough.
Kaisent pulled Priscilla’s arm until they faced each other.
"You’re… really going to make me your wife……."
"Yes. I’m going to make Priscilla my wife. This chest, too."
"Ahn!"
He seized one of her full breasts hard in a hand that could not even contain it.
"Your waist, too. Your ass, too."
"Hahheuung……♥"
The hand that had been gripping her breast slid down her waist as if stroking it, caressed her pelvis, then kneaded the springy flesh of her ass with force.
"I’m taking all of it for myself!"
Paaang!
"Nnhaaang~~~~♥♥"
He struck her ass through the thin fabric without warning. Priscilla’s waist — which Kaisent had always had to look up at — gave way, and their eyes met on the same level.
Whoosh!
"Kyaah!"
Next, Kaisent slipped his hands inside her dress, gripped her ass, and lifted her clear off the ground.
H-he’s lifting me……♥
Back when Kaisent had first joined the Wolf Mercenary Group, he had been a weakling who struggled to lift even a single crate by himself. When he watched the other mercenaries fight, he had flinched and startled — a cowardly boy. That weak, cowardly boy had reached the rank of Master. His muscles had compressed; now he hoisted her body — heavy enough that even a sturdy adult man would have trouble lifting it — as if it weighed nothing, and looked up at her with a man’s eyes.
Thump— thump— thump—
She had no choice but to admit it.
She had fallen for Kaisent.
When he had gone alone to face the blackmailer, she had not wished for the boy to die. She had found herself hoping he would come back safely and hold her — and that was when she had realized she was finished as a man.
Tzutssuk—
Slowly he lowered Priscilla’s body. His rigidly erect cock rubbed against the entrance of her pussy, seeking its way inside.
"Ah… aah……♥"
If she let Kaisent take her now, she would never be able to return to being a man. Until now she had held on somehow through sheer willpower, but the curse had kept turning Fredrick into Priscilla — and falling for Kaisent had only strengthened her feminine side further.
This was her last chance to resist, while the act had not yet truly begun and she could still use her strength.
But Priscilla placed her hands on Kaisent’s shoulders and wrapped her long, slender legs around the boy’s waist.
Confirming that she had coiled her legs around him of her own will, Kaisent smiled, lowered her body, and thrust his hips up in one stroke.
Jjeogeoeok!!
"Ohooooooot~~~♥♥"
Pshhut— pshuuuut—
The moment her body, mind, and soul all acknowledged that she was a woman, Kaisent’s cock scraped along her vaginal folds and punched up against her cervix — and she climaxed on the spot, squirting pussy juice.
"Ahahahaha~ You came just from putting it in? What a premature pussy. You were premature even when you were a man, weren’t you?"
"N-no! I’m not premature or anyth—!"
"Hah!"
Cheolsseok! Cheolseok! Cheolseok! Tsupang! Tsupang! Tsupang!
"Come! Keep coming! Keep cumming with that premature pussy!"
Kaisent shook Priscilla’s body up and down, and every time her ass dropped he drove his hips up hard, pounding her cervix.
"Hgiit!? W-wait! Slowly! Slowwlyyy!!"
Whether because she had completely discarded her identity as Fredrick, or because the mind and soul that had denied a woman’s pleasure were finally accepting it — Priscilla climaxed again and again under the pleasure of being slammed down onto his cock and pounded by it. Pussy juice already gushed like a water gun from her orgasms, soaking Kaisent’s lower belly and waist so thoroughly that every collision of their hips rang with lewd wet sounds.
Tsupangtsupangtsupangtsupangtsupangtsupang—
"Priscilla! Priscilla! Priscillaaah!"
"Hnhhiik♥ Hit♥ Hoot♥ Ot♥ Ook♥ Ogok♥ Kyaheung♥"
Kaisent called her name without pause as he snapped his hips upward. Priscilla, under that boy’s lovable yet rough waist-work, wrapped both arms around the nape of his neck.
A tall, slender adult woman with a full figure could do nothing but cling to a boy younger than herself and whimper — no resistance left in her at all.
I’m being held up by a boy younger than me and having my pussy used… and all I feel is how adorable he is, not humiliation♥
She who had now found a woman’s happiness more important than a man’s pride rejoiced at being lifted and pounded so splendidly by Kaisent, whose body was smaller and more delicate than theirs.
"Priscilla! Mouth!"
"Y-yes! Hahum♥"
I answered him in formal speech without even meaning to♥ I love his kisses♥
She had failed to show any dignity as the older one; she had surrendered to a boy younger than herself, to his presence and his cock, and slipped into polite speech. Yet even while feeling the humiliation, she found the boy who held her up so unbearably adorable that she hugged his smaller body even tighter with arms and legs alike.