Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Ulstro Kingdom - The Innocent Princess and the Vicious Knight (15)
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Thank goodness.
Our squad had the mildest, most forgiving atmosphere compared to the other two. All thanks to our vice commander leading the squad. He was a good man despite being a balding middle-aged guy.
After that, I couldn't pay attention to Lady Etilene anymore and focused on the meeting. No way I'd repeat the same mistake.
"…Then let's wrap it up like this. Good work, everyone."
"Good work!"
The meeting flowed smoothly without any issues and came to an end.
As everyone stood and headed to their offices or training grounds, I approached Lady Etilene. The moment the meeting ended, she'd slammed her face onto the table and let out a sigh.
I wondered if her earlier expressions were just from pain. Like her period, for example. After spending long periods with female comrades, you inevitably learn about their "days," but Lady Etilene was still new, so I didn't know much.
If it really was her period, even talking to her would be embarrassing, but she was someone I liked, so I couldn't help worrying.
With my friend's quiet "fighting!" cheer from the side, I placed a hand on Lady Etilene's shoulder.
"…Eek?!"
I scared her. She jolted in surprise, panting for breath.
"A-Are you okay, Lady Etilene? You… look like you're in a lot of pain…."
"N-No, it's… nothing…."
"Ah, okay…."
Lady Etilene shook her flushed face, insisting she was fine.
To be honest, it looked less like pain and more like… something lewd. But no idiot would say that out loud.
Sudden tangent aside, though.
Anyone could see she wasn't in pain, but we weren't close enough for me to pry further. I'd tried talking to her several times since then to get closer, but she always kept a proper distance.
Still, I couldn't give up here.
"R-Really? I have some good pain meds if you want…."
"…Can't you just leave me alone?"
"Ah, s-sorry."
The lustful expression from moments ago turned ice-cold in an instant.
I'd embarrassed myself again, just like during the meeting.
'No good. I need to think of something else… Huh?'
Suddenly, I noticed a strange, fishy smell around us.
Normally, I'd have thought twice before speaking, but my desperation to keep the conversation going made my mouth move first.
"By the way, doesn't something smell fishy? Everyone should wash up before meetings… haha."
Between guys, we'd laugh it off, joking about who the culprit was. But she wasn't a guy—she was a woman. The woman I liked.
"……!!"
"Uh, uh?"
Lady Etilene's face turned beet red as her body trembled.
She pressed her right arm tight to her side and covered her armpit area with her left hand.
She glared at me fiercely.
"L-Lady Etilene?"
"…Excuse… me…."
With those words, she shot up from her seat and vanished in a flash.
"L-Lady Etilene!"
Marie looked around.
What was about to happen was top secret among top secrets. No one could know. The knight order dorm hallway was empty, but that wasn't enough for her.
"Sank. Anyone around?"
Her sole escort, Sank, shook his head.
"Got it. Keep watch for anyone coming and stay hidden."
Confirming his nod, she knocked and entered.
The door was always unlocked at their agreed time.
"Ah, you're here? No… you came?"
The one she'd made the appointment with—and the room's owner—was Valdes.
"Y-Yes… Val, B-Big… Big Bro."
'Big Bro?'
Valdes smiled at Marie approaching with shy steps, calling him "Big Bro." But he was puzzled.
'I didn't tell her to go that far…?'
He'd suspected, but Marie was immersing herself in the scenario even more than he'd imagined.
Both sisters liked the same man, but he was dating the older sister while secretly involved with the younger. Knowing this, the younger sister couldn't resist him and learned new things step by step. The oblivious older sister warily watched them grow close.
In truth, Mercedes had already given her tacit approval. But to the unaware Marie, stealing her sister's man—the one she'd fallen for first—was enough to fill her body with excitement.
'Secret lover.'
It had started oddly, but the thrill of "secret" was something she knew well. Their trio's dynamic became intense stimulation for her.
"You remember what I taught you, right?"
"……."
Marie paused mid-step, hesitating, then slowly gripped the hem of her dress with her fingertips.
Slightly bowing the upper body, lifting the dress hem to mid-calf, and extending one foot—this was the traditional Ulstro greeting for young ladies. Marie had done it thousands of times in high society, but this was different.
"Haa…."
Nothing else moved.
Only her hand. The hand clutching the dress hem lifted upward. The fabric covering her ankle rose, revealing what should never be seen.
First came the rest of her knee-highs. Glossy white stockings covered her knees. A bit higher, and her bare skin appeared. But not for long. Ulstro dresses typically included panniers underneath.
Like an upside-down basket, panniers puffed out the skirt. They reduced raw sex appeal visually. But Marie's hand didn't stop at the pannier.
She gripped the pannier edge with the dress and forcibly flipped it up.
Cute, frilly drawers came into view. Her hand finally stopped its slow ascent after passing her waist, above her belly.
And there, etched on her lower abdomen: the Sensory Lewd Tattoo. Slipped low enough over her hips, the tattoo gleamed pink, signaling the princess's arousal.
"You taught me to greet you like this, Big Bro… haa, right? Hnng…?"
"Yeah, you did great."
"Then…."
"Come here."
Valdes spread his arms invitingly.
Marie released her hem and rushed into his embrace, pressing her lips to his.
"Hmph! Mmm, chup, slurp… haa, haaht! Um, chuup, jjeup, churrup…♡"
Clinging in her so-called Big Bro's arms, she devoured his lips greedily.
Even Mercedes, utterly smitten with Valdes, or kiss-loving Glet, didn't crave lips this much. They'd suck lewdly below but wanted deep, lover-like kisses up top.
Marie, however, was swept in lust even for kisses, savoring him endlessly. Just three days after her first taste, she'd become addicted.
"Smmup, chu♡ Ung… haaup, ching, tseup… jjeok! Haa, hmm! Churup, chu, chu, smmup─♡"
Her arms locked tight around Valdes's neck as she deep-kissed him stickily, like a married woman starved for over a month.
This was partly due to the Sensory Lewd Tattoo's massive sensitivity boost, but also Marie's misconception.
Having always dreamed of romance with a handsome knight, she believed love was love at first sight.
Then, the Charm Magic's pull at the martial tournament.
Marie mistook it for love at first sight. Charm Magic stirred lust more than romantic flutter. A normal person might dismiss it as a momentary thrill, not suspecting lust, but her heart had equated "lust = love."
"Heup, chup, suuup♡ Haht, hek! Hup, tsubup…♡ Chu chuup, suup… churup♡
Two days ago, Valdes taught her kissing in this state.
The excitement and pleasure from it.
Marie's total addiction to his kisses was inevitable.
"…Haa, haa, B-Big… Big Bro… more, more…♡"
Even after kissing until her lips swelled, Marie whined cutely the moment they parted.
Her eyes dripped desire—almost heart-shaped—beaming with a goofy grin.
"Enough."
"Eek! …Y-Yes…."
One word, and she pouted instantly—a perfect mix of pity and sympathy for any man. But Valdes knew this was easier for her than flipping her palm.
He had no intention of soothing her. Not a lack of feeling, but there was much more to teach before lingering on kisses.
"Not just kissing… time to advance?"
"Ah… Yes♡"
Marie's heart raced.
Day one: kissing's sweetness. Yesterday: tattoo etched, breasts fondled. What today?
In that expectant moment—
"Eek-?!"
Valdes's hand shot out, flipping her dress. Before the fluttering fabric settled, his other hand plunged into her drawers.
"A-Ah, B-Big… Bro…?"
She looked at him with tension and fear. Valdes reassured her with a handsome smile.
"Ever masturbated?"
"…N-No♡"
She had, actually. But that wasn't the point.
The point: her beloved man's hand on her pussy, nearly making her cum from that alone. Worried about leaking juices, she tensed her lower body.
"Hm, unlike your sister, Marie has no hair? Did you shave?"
"N-No… Marie never grows any. D-Do you… like hair, Big Bro…?"
"Doesn't matter to me."
Maybe he'd end up preferring none.
She couldn't stop giggling at his whispered addition.
"Hehe."
One touch erased her smile.
—Pok.
"…Hik! —Ah, wh-what's this…?"
Just a light tap on her unpeeled clit sent electric thrill up her spine. So startled, she forgot polite speech.
Utterly different from solo play. Even after rubbing herself for tens of minutes to climax before, this was far stronger. A bit more, and she'd have collapsed in pleasure.
This sensation scared her yet thrilled her.
"Heh. Did you cum?"
"A-A little… I did."
"Lots more to teach, so hold on tight."
"Y-Yes. Marie… will hold tight♡"
"Here."
Valdes gently stroked her mound. No shave marks or even peach fuzz—it really never grew. Despite equal time with him, it felt like molesting a child, which weirded him out.
"Feel that plump flesh I'm touching? That's Marie's pussy mound. What is it?"
"Haa, M-Marie's… pussy mound♡ …Hnng."
Of course she knew it was the outer labia.
Sex ed was vital knowledge for noble ladies. They might skip intercourse details, but vulva anatomy? Thoroughly covered.
Still, "pussy mound" shook her womb more. For this innocent girl, it was far lewder and better than "outer labia."
"Hair usually grows here. Next…."
His finger slipped between the mound. Smooth, soft inner skin touched.
"Marie's petals. Pussy lips. 'Pussy' usually means from here."
"Haa, hnnnght… Ahh…."
Unlike protective outer labia, inner labia were truly sensitive. Delicate skin reacted to the lightest stroke.
"Ahh, B-Big, hnnght… Broo♡ Marie, Mariee…."
Pleasure incomparable to the mound. Fiercer than her first kiss for Marie.
Legs shaking, unable to stand, she clung to his arm stroking her pussy to stay upright.
Tseup, tseup.
Lost in head-spinning bliss, she didn't notice her hole leaking juices profusely. Drawers' gapped design allowed airflow and sound.
The lewd friction of finger on soaked flesh tensed her further.
"First… one time."
With his words, a "chup" echoed inside her underwear,
"Haaaang-!! Ah, ah, haaanght… B-Big Brooo…?"
"Told you to stay sharp?"
"N-Nooo… M-Marie's… fineee…."
Tongue half-lolling already, she desperately claimed sobriety.
"Yeah? On to the next…."
"Haaanght…? N-No, not there, th-that's…."
"Where's this?"
"M-Marie's… pee hole…♡"
"And this?"
"Hnnnght… Th-That is…."
Marie's eyes wavered. Between inner labia, just below the urethra. She knew it. One of woman's most private, precious spots. But voicing it shamed her.
Not commoner or average noble—but a royal lady under twenty. Never once spoken its name aloud.
Yet now, she would for the first time. Before her sister's lover, her crush. With the crudest name she knew.
"M-Marie's… pussy hole…♥"