The Empress's Resolve
“They say Ilias was a man of great weight and caution, leaving no room for error. He wasn’t the type to show kindness or affection to his subordinates, and there don’t seem to have been any scandals involving women, either.”
In Elenore’s room, she sat on the edge of the bed, relaying information to Haeru through a communication bug. She couldn’t hear his reply, but she knew he was listening; he simply couldn’t respond because there were people around him. ‘I miss him already…’
Once her task was done, Elenore wore a sullen expression. She was miserable that she couldn’t have sex with Haeru for the time being. A month, two months… perhaps even longer. She still didn’t know when he would be able to return to his original form. If she had known it would come to this, she would have had her fill of him before the mission began.
“Ahhh…” Her hand drifted between her legs of its own accord. In the few months she had known Haeru, she had become a woman who couldn’t live without him. Just thinking of him turned her into a lecherous elven bitch, a sex-slave whose body grew hot with desire.
“Her Highness Esmeralda has arrived!”
A faint shout drifted in from outside the window. It was from very far away, but an elf’s ears were sharp enough to catch it. At the name ‘Esmeralda,’ Elenore’s hand froze. She immediately stood up, wiped her hand, and picked up the insect-collecting jar sitting on her desk.
‘Haeru-nim. Come to think of it, did you buy a souvenir for Princess Esmeralda?’
‘Right. A souvenir. I did say I’d buy one. Hmm… ah! Berzena, do you have any rare insects?’
For that very reason, the jar contained a bug called a ‘Field-Blue.’ It was a tiny butterfly, no larger than a speck of dust. If kept next to a potted plant in a room, it had the ability to accelerate the plant’s growth. It was easy to care for, too—it just needed crushed mana stones for food.
“Your Highness.”
A short while later, she found Esmeralda in the hallway. The princess, walking with her attendants, turned around.
“Ah! I remember you. You were the one traveling with Nightstream, weren’t you?”
The princess smiled brightly and unaffectedly. In contrast, Elenore remained expressionless. In truth, she was seething inside.
“Has Nightstream returned? Where is he now?”
Her eyes were full of anticipation. Elenore felt a strange sense of pleasure at the thought of crushing that expectation with her answer.
“Haeru-nim is still remaining at the resort, and only we have returned.”
“Haah, how could that be? I’ve been counting the days until his return. So, when is he coming back?”
“He will likely stay for a few more months.”
If you missed him that much, you should have managed this place properly. Your indifference is what made things even harder for him.
Thinking this, Elenore openly furrowed her brow.
“Please, take this. It is a gift from Haeru-nim.”
“Wow… it’s beautiful!”
Esmeralda peered into the insect jar, delighted. For some reason, the sight annoyed Elenore, so she turned on her heel and walked down the hallway. To humans, she was a princess, but to an elf, she was nothing. She was already walking away without so much as a parting greeting.
“Please tell Nightstream that if he doesn’t come back soon, I’ll hate him forever!”
“Kuh…!”
Elenore almost snapped, but she bit her lip and regained her composure. She ignored it and kept walking, but the princess’s voice followed her again.
“Could he be having an affair with women at the resort? Is he going to bring back a child when he returns?”
It was just a joke, but to Elenore, it felt different. She couldn’t tolerate remarks that insulted the master she served, so she finally stopped dead in her tracks.
“…Your Highness.”
“Yes?”
“I am deeply grateful that you took us in when we were wandering aimlessly. However… since you are so concerned, I suggest you stop living like a flower in a greenhouse and start observing your surroundings more closely and carefully.”
“……?”
Esmeralda blinked blankly, as if she didn’t understand what was being said. Isla, the captain of the White Rose Knights who stood as an attendant, intervened.
“How rude. What are you saying in front of Her Highness?”
“I merely relayed what your master needs to know.”
Elenore turned, her green cloak fluttering, and walked down the hallway.
His cock, with veins bulging like a knotted club, was fully erect. The maid stared at it, hesitating. I pressured her, choking her with my gaze until she couldn’t think of anything else.
“Is this your first time seeing a man’s member?”
“N-no… it’s not…”
“Then why do you hesitate? I only asked you to help me because my body is uncomfortable.”
Betty, who had been kneeling on the floor beside the bed, reached out. Her trembling hands carefully grasped my cock. Lying on my side, watching her from the bed rail, I felt a slight pleasure at the warmth of her touch.
“Aim carefully for the chamber pot.”
“Yes…”
Betty wiggled her toes without realizing it. The pupils in her blue eyes were fixed on my cock. She lowered it and placed a bucket underneath.
“You, you may go ahead.”
Cold sweat seemed to be dripping from the hands gripping my cock. Heat was rising within her trembling touch. It felt damp.
“I’m going to go, so hold it steady.”
“Yes…”
I lay on my side, supporting my head with one hand, trying to relieve myself comfortably. But nothing came out.
“Hmm, it seems I can’t pee because my member is so erect.”
“W-what should I do…?”
“You’ll have to help me for a moment. Take it in your hand and shake it.”
“L-like this?”
“That’s it. You must have done this for a man before. Grip it softly and shake it well.”
Swish, swish. Betty rolled up her sleeves and diligently shook my cock back and forth. The speed gradually increased. The motion was so vigorous that I worried her breasts might fall out as they bounced wildly, and her breathing grew heavier in tandem.
“Haa, haa…!”
I couldn’t tell if the moans were from the exertion or from arousal. She was staring at my cock with obsessive intensity. ‘What is she thinking? She seems to secretly enjoy this, too.’
Thanks to Betty’s efforts, my cock was soon flushed red. I felt good from the handjob, but I didn’t show it, watching her with a stern, serious expression. And even when I came, I ejaculated with a dignified, unchanging face.
“Hmm, it’s coming.”
Splurt! Splurrrrt! White semen erupted like an explosion. Betty flinched and turned the head of my cock, causing a bit to splash onto her face and stain her top. Flustered, she quickly moved it back over the bucket. The semen dripped into the container.
“Phew, squeeze it out tight.”
“Yes…!”
Betty gripped my cock with both hands, shaking it up and down to milk out the last of the fluid. It was a sight like milking a cow. After the last drop fell, a powerful stream of urine followed with a loud whoosh. The heat radiating from the bucket, mixed with the sour smell of urine, filled the room.
“Good work.”
I picked out a high-end necklace and ring from the many get-well gifts piled by my bedside and held them out to Betty. She, who had been meticulously wiping my cock with a wet towel, was startled.
“I-is this for me?”
“Thanks to you, I was able to go comfortably. Take it.”
“T-thank you!”
She accepted it without a single refusal, overjoyed. I could catch a glimpse of the greed hidden deep within her eyes.
“Are you having any trouble with your living situation?”
“I-I don’t know what you mean… I’m a bit slow, so I don’t quite understand.”
“I mean, are you short on money? Can’t buy what you want, can’t do what you want?”
I pulled the blanket up and lay flat on the bed. Moving only my gaze to the side, I stared at Betty, who stood with her hands neatly clasped.
“Come visit me often from now on. When you do, I want you to tell me all the rumors and interesting stories floating around among the servants. I’ll make sure to give you some pocket money.”
At my words, her eyes widened.
“I-I will! I’ll do it!”
“Good. Then you may go now. The smell of urine is giving me a headache.”
“Please rest well!”
Betty left, carrying the bucket filled with semen and urine with both hands. I would have loved to take a look at her pussy, but since Duke Ilias wasn’t supposed to be a character who indulged in lust, I had no choice but to hold back.
***
Deep in the night. The bedroom of the First Princess, Esmeralda. Esmeralda was still pacing the room, having not yet changed out of the dress she had worn during the day. Her anxious face was filled with sorrow.
‘Stop living like a flower in a greenhouse and start observing your surroundings more closely and carefully.’
A moment later, there was a knock. She hurriedly opened the door. It was Isla, her loyal confidante who had followed her from the capital.
“Your Highness. After a detailed investigation, it appears that two days ago, in front of the city gates, the Duchess of Taron turned him away at the door.”
“What?! Then… he’s not staying at the resort, he couldn’t even enter the city?”
“That appears to be the case.”
Esmeralda’s heart sank with immense regret. “W-where did he go after that? Which city? Which village?”
“I have not yet been able to track his destination. I apologize.”
“Hic!” Esmeralda collapsed onto the bed and burst into tears.
“It’s my fault! Even I ended up hurting him! If only I had known sooner! Like a fool, I didn’t even know…!”
Wet stains spread across the bedsheets where her face was pressed. Esmeralda sobbed for a long time. She could more than imagine how deep Nightstream’s heartbreak must have been, and her heart ached at the thought of his shoulders, which must still be slumped in defeat.
“He is not a person who deserves to be treated with such neglect…! Hic…! Hic…!”
His noble devotion had to bear valuable fruit. He must never be allowed to feel loneliness or desolation.
“I will stand by his side, if no one else will.”
Soon, Esmeralda steeled her heart and stood before the full-length mirror with a look of resolve. She opened the vanity drawer and pulled out a sharp dagger. She reached behind her head and grabbed a handful of her golden hair, which reached down to her hips.
“Your Highness…?”
Isla approached, flinching. Hoping she wouldn’t do what she thought she would…
Snip!
Esmeralda cut her hair without hesitation. The severed locks fell in a heap on the floor.
“Ah! Your Highness!”
Esmeralda now had a bob cut that reached her neck. She had kept her hair long since the day she was born. Even though her beautiful, carefully tended hair lay scattered on the floor, she didn’t even blink. With a fierce look in her eyes, she stared at her transformed self in the full-length mirror.
“From now on, I won’t just sit by and watch. I’ll show my temper, too.”
***
The night was deepening. I quietly slipped out of the bedroom and headed down to the basement where the treasure vault was located. I had to finish reading that ancient text that recorded the location of the Demonic Sword.