Under the Pure White Dress
“What...? What kind of disgusting nonsense is that...” Carmel grimaced, looking genuinely repulsed. Well, I expected as much. After all, her hostility toward me was currently simmering to a boil.
“It hurts my feelings to hear you say that. I am entirely serious.”
“Hmph, it’s perfectly clear you have no intention of giving me a straight answer. Fine, it’s not like you would have told me easily anyway... Just tell me about this ‘deal’ of yours.”
Carmel wrapped one hand around her opposite arm. It was a defensive gesture, as if trying to shield her body. Though likely unconscious, it was proof that the humiliation from last time still lingered in her mind. Her body had reacted instinctively at the mere thought of facing such disgrace again.
On the surface, she acted proud and defiant, as if she might strike back at any moment, but her subconscious—and her body—feared me.
Ah, this is truly the best...
It was the exact, ideal reaction I had hoped for. Suppressing my delight, I spoke to Carmel.
“The condition for this deal is... on the day of the wedding, you are not to wear any undergarments beneath your dress.”
“...What?”
Carmel looked as if she couldn't believe her own ears. Her protest immediately flew out.
“T-that’s absurd...! In front of all those people... for the e-entire day...? Someone will definitely notice...! With a dress that thin and flowing...”
“No, do not worry. I am the one designing the dress. I will make sure it is tailored perfectly so that nothing shows.”
“No, but... what about the maids helping me dress? If I tell them I’m not wearing undergarments, they’ll think I’ve lost my mind!”
“Do not worry about that either. I will persuade them.”
“Persuade them...? How could you possibly...”
Carmel stared at my face in utter despair, as if begging me to say it was just a joke. Of course, I had absolutely no intention of doing so.
“...And if I refuse?”
“Then you will be greeting your wedding in those wonderful garments from before. Well, in that case, you will certainly be able to prove that you are wearing proper undergarments.”
Carmel’s eyes wavered. She could back out right now if she wanted to. Unlike the poison incident, there were no charges binding her. But after enduring such unbearable humiliation twice already, would she really pull out now with absolutely nothing to show for it?
Carmel glared at me and spoke.
“...Fine.”
Yes, of course she would agree.
“On the day of the wedding, I won’t wear anything beneath the dress. Will that satisfy you?”
“Yes. Ah, but of course, you must let me verify it on that morning. Only then will I know if you have fulfilled the condition.”
“...Fine.”
“Excellent, Mother. Then I shall begin the wedding preparations immediately. Oh, by the way, which did you prefer between options one and two? Or did you have another outfit in mind...”
“Do whatever you want.”
“I shall do just that. Have a pleasant evening, then.”
The moment I stepped out of Carmel’s room and closed the door, the sound of something shattering echoed from within. She must have been incredibly frustrated.
“U-um, Princess Sera, what did you wish to see me for?”
“Ah, welcome, Shinia.”
The maid, Shinia, approached me with a somewhat frightened demeanor.
“I was coordinating the schedule for the wedding. Shinia, have the maids who will assist Lady Carmel with her dressing that day been decided?”
“Ah, yes... roughly...”
Well, of course they were. The maids assigned to serve Queen Carmel had already been selected, and Shinia was one of them.
“Shinia, may I ask a favor of you?”
“Pardon? A f-favor? How could someone like me possibly...”
Even though there was no one else around, I deliberately lowered my voice to speak.
“Actually... Lady Carmel secretly told me that she does not intend to wear any undergarments beneath her dress on that day.”
At first, Shinia didn't seem to understand what I meant. But soon, her face flushed bright red as she stammered back.
“Pardon? Yes? N-no, I mean, w-why...? Why would she do that?”
“Apparently, it is an old custom of the North. They say wearing undergarments on the day of an important event brings bad luck... It is a private concern that she found difficult to discuss with His Majesty, so she confided in me, as a fellow woman.”
“Ah, a-ah... I see...”
Though she nodded in agreement, Shinia didn't seem to have fully recovered from the shock. I spoke to her in a gentle, reassuring voice.
“That is why I am asking... on the day of the wedding, could you assist Lady Carmel with her dressing all by yourself, Shinia? It would be quite embarrassing for Lady Carmel if this secret leaked to too many people... and with your skills, you can easily handle it alone, can't you?”
“Yes... it is not a difficult task, but...”
Shinia still looked apprehensive. Even coming from Princess Sera, it was hard for her to easily accept something so far beyond common sense. I gently took her hand and spoke softly.
“I am begging you like this, Shinia. There is no one else I can trust with such a delicate matter. Please?”
A "request" from the First Princess of the kingdom. Naturally, to the one receiving it, it was anything but a mere request. Though terrified, Shinia nodded.
“I-I understand... Princess Sera...”
Shinia left the room, casting anxious glances back at me until the very last moment.
Two weeks passed after that. It was a rather busy time for me, filled with wedding preparations. The Seler family delivered the exquisite dress right on schedule. It was a magnificent piece, crafted exactly to the specifications I had ordered.
I meticulously checked the allocation of supplies and personnel, the structure of the ceremony, and the flow of movement. Now, I, Princess Sera, could personally guarantee it. The Luistie Kingdom was fully prepared to welcome Carmel as its Queen.
Pehart, upon receiving the final report, looked highly satisfied.
“Mmm, as expected of the Princess of Luistie. Flawless work. But where did this dress design come from? Was it the Seler family?”
“I designed it myself, Father. Though I left the actual tailoring to the Seler family.”
“Oh, is that so? It is a splendid dress. It will suit her wonderfully.”
Pehart chuckled contentedly, stroking his beard. *Heh, look how pleased he is.* I was sorry to say it, but Pehart was not the one who would enjoy that dress the most. It would be me. Looking at Pehart's satisfied face, I offered a bright, sweet smile of my own.
The day of the wedding. I headed to Carmel’s preparation room, timing my arrival for when her bridal grooming should be complete.
“Thank you for your hard work, Shinia.”
Shinia bowed deeply and hurriedly left the room.
Carmel stood in the center of the room, wearing the dress I had designed. It was a pure white gown following the traditional style of Luistie. The fabric wrapping her body made her look like the delicate petals of a white lily.
The portion covering her breasts looked somewhat precarious. Of course, since it was crafted by the Seler family, no such wardrobe malfunction would actually occur.
Carmel’s hair was elegantly swept up, and her face was adorned with light, subtle makeup. It was a stark contrast to her usual heavy cosmetics. Anyone looking at her now would mistake her for a pure, innocent young lady.
“...What are you thinking?”
Her tone was a far cry from pure. Scowling deeply, completely undermining Shinia’s hard work to make her look like a bashful bride, Carmel spoke sharply.
“This part of the dress—anyone who looks at it will know I’m not wearing anything underneath! You said you would make sure it didn’t show!”
The part Carmel was protesting was the high slit of the dress. The daring slit ran all the way up her leg, splitting open right where the line of her panties should have been.
“But it doesn’t prove for certain that you aren’t wearing anything, does it? There are seamless undergarments, after all. Personally, I think it’s wonderfully sensual. It stimulates the imagination. Well, as long as you watch out for sudden gusts of wind, there shouldn’t be any major issues.”
“You...!”
Carmel bit her pink-painted lip in frustration. If we kept talking like this much longer, I might have to call Shinia back in. I decided to get straight to the point.
“Now, shall we verify? To make sure you really aren’t wearing anything.”
“Ngh...”
Carmel’s face, previously filled with resentment, now began to flush with deep humiliation.
“...How do you plan to check?”
“You must show me yourself.”
“...Fine...”
With a look of utter resentment, Carmel pulled back the edges of the two lily-petal folds covering her chest. Beneath them, her bare, completely exposed breasts greeted me.
Perhaps it was because she was wearing such an innocent outfit, but Carmel’s breasts felt exceptionally special this time. On top of that, I was inspecting the bare breasts of a bride right before her wedding. The sense of depravity was immense. Though our schedule didn't allow much time for appreciation, it was the absolute best situation.
“They are as beautiful as ever. But then, one doesn't usually wear anything on their upper body with a dress like this anyway... Please let me verify the lower half properly as well.”
“...Ngh...”
After rearranging the fabric over her exposed chest, Carmel slowly gathered and lifted her skirt. I squatted down in a posture entirely unbefitting of a princess, looking up at her.
“W-what are you doing...”
“I can see much better from this angle.”
I could see Carmel’s hands gripping the hem of her dress with white-knuckled force. But realizing that stalling was pointless, she continued to pull the fabric higher.
And finally, it came into view. Carmel’s completely bare lower half, hidden beneath the innocent dress.
Her charming slit and slightly wild pubic hair were just as they had been. However, it felt a bit more neatly trimmed compared to before.
Had she trimmed it because she knew I would be looking today? Of course, showing me an untamed bush would have been humiliating for her... but imagining Carmel shaving her intimate area with me in mind made it difficult to suppress my arousal.
“A-are you... satisfied now...?”
Just then, a knock sounded on the door from outside. I stood up and spoke.
“Yes, that will do. Have a wonderful wedding ceremony, Mother.”
Instead of answering, Carmel glared at me as if she wanted to kill me, then turned and walked out the door in response to the knock.
Hehe, this is only the beginning.
Today's wedding was just as meaningful to me as it was to Carmel. In the sense that she was officially becoming my family—my mother.
With a racing heart, I made my way to my designated seat.