An Exquisite Tease
"Ah... Wh-what do you think you're doing?!" Carmel quickly backed away, covering her lips with one hand. Though she glared up at me as if furious, her face was flushed bright red.
Delicious. Mentally delicious. It felt as if my very soul was being healed. I had been so busy lately that I hadn't had time to replenish my daily dose of Carmel. Perhaps that was why she felt even more refreshing today.
"It was just a harmless prank. But are you really this flustered by something so minor? You are far too full of openings, Mother."
Carmel wiped her kissed lips with the back of her hand. A vivid smear of red lipstick stained her skin. She had likely meant it as a display of disgust, but because her defiance was so transparently performative, it only made her look adorable.
"Sera, don't think you can keep acting so insolently and get away with it forever. Just you wait, in a little while..." Carmel abruptly cut herself off. She seemed to realize that speaking any further would only hand me information.
Perhaps because I had been under so much stress until recently, I felt a sudden urge to tease Carmel a little more mischievously. I stepped lightly toward her as she backed away until her spine pressed against the wardrobe. As the distance between us closed, Carmel failed to hide her agitation.
"D-don't come any closer..."
"If you truly hate it that much, you could always push me away, couldn't you? Even just now—if you were genuinely disgusted, you wouldn't have put on that little show of wiping your lips. You would have bitten me the moment our mouths touched."
"...I will next time."
"Shall we test that theory, then?" I slipped effortlessly into Carmel's stiff, tense embrace. I cupped her cheek, and until our lips met, she offered not a single shred of resistance. Once again, it was a light kiss, merely tickling each other's lips. However, the contact lasted longer than before. When I finally pulled away, Carmel gritted her teeth in sheer frustration. I offered her a bright, sweet smile.
"See? You couldn't do it."
Carmel glared at me, utterly speechless. Staring directly into her face, I felt a deep, dark stir in the pit of my stomach. If I followed my desires, I would have plunged my tongue deep into her mouth for a wet, heavy kiss, or done something far worse. But doing so would cross the line of a harmless tease. It might negatively impact her training. In truth, even this was pushing the boundaries. All the more reason to practice restraint.
"Just you wait, Sera... I will... I will absolutely make you feel this humiliation too..." The tremor in Carmel's voice carried more than just resentment and rage. It also betrayed her profound confusion at her own inability to reject me.
Were it not for the Curse of Mystillia, Carmel would have already accepted me. Right now, her mind was likely a tangled mess of artificially injected hatred and her true feelings. That was why she existed in this half-baked state—harboring resentment toward me, yet utterly incapable of pushing me away. While the Curse of Mystillia absolutely had to be broken eventually, this unique state born from the overlap of the curse and her growing affection possessed an exquisite flavor. It was a rare seasonal delicacy that could only be savored at this exact moment. Naturally, it made me greedy. Surely it wouldn't hurt to taste just a little, a tiny bit more?
I took Carmel's hand in mine. Forcing her fingers apart, I pressed our palms together and laced our fingers tightly.
"Ah... L-let go...!" I squeezed tighter, easily suppressing the weak, squirming resistance of her hand. I could feel it through our joined palms—Carmel's body temperature and pulse were steadily climbing. Her heated hand felt so wonderful that I wanted to keep holding and kneading it forever.
I leaned in even closer, resting almost my entire body weight against her. Then, pressing my lips right against the curve of her neck, I whispered.
"What are you thinking about right now, Mother? Is it perhaps... what I might do to you next? For example... squeezing and kneading your breasts until they ache? Or maybe... sliding my hand inside your underwear to poke around your most shameful place?"
"S-Sera...!" Carmel's sheer panic transmitted itself through her eyes and her trembling hand. Her face made it clear she hadn't expected me to go that far. She cast a desperate, anxious glance toward the closed door. It wasn't locked. Anyone could walk in at any moment.
"D-don't... This is a warning... If you do anything more like that... I'll make you regret it...!" It was rather amusing how she thought a warning delivered in such a trembling voice could frighten anyone. Moreover, her avoidance of the acts I described by grouping them under the phrase "anything like that" was quite adorable. She was undoubtedly imagining exactly what I had described in vivid detail. After all, she had experienced them firsthand, making the mental images incredibly lifelike.
In a voice dripping with honeyed sweetness, I made my demand. "Fufu. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Mother..."
"D-don't be ridiculous...!" In a fraction of a second, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickered through Carmel's eyes—bewilderment, resentment, humiliation, and so much more. I casually slipped one of my legs between hers as she tried to squeeze them shut. All the while, I kept breathing softly, blowing sweet, warm sighs against her ear.
"Ah..." I felt the strength drain from Carmel's body. Her glare faltered, her gaze drifting to the side. Turning her head slightly toward the door, she slowly, hesitantly, began to part her legs.
At that exact moment, I let go of her hand and stepped back. Looking at Carmel, whose eyes were wide with shock, I chuckled softly. "I was only joking, Mother. Didn't I tell you it was just a harmless prank? Besides, playing with your precious body without any proper compensation would violate our rules. Fufu, did I startle you?"
Carmel froze, processing my words. Then, taking a sharp, shallow breath, she began to tremble violently, glaring at me with pure venom. "You... Ugh... Sera... You... someone like you... I truly, truly hate you...!" The rush of blood to her head seemed to have severely degraded her vocabulary. Though her petulant, childlike tantrum was rather endearing.
"My, what a skilled liar you are."
"Urgh...!" Shaking with uncontrollable frustration, tears actually began to well in Carmel's eyes. Though I kept my composure, I felt like I was floating on air from the sheer, bubbling euphoria rising within me.
"Well then, Mother, have a good night. It is a pity, but you will have to take care of yourself tonight. Fufu."
Carmel mumbled something under her breath. It sounded roughly like "Shut up," or something to that effect. She was likely so overwhelmed with frustration that she couldn't even speak properly. Leaving her behind, I stepped out of the room. That certainly recharged my batteries. I felt as refreshed as if I had spent a relaxing four-day weekend at a luxury hot spring resort.
Late that night, I found myself unable to fall asleep. While teasing Carmel had successfully restored my energy, the effect might have been a bit too potent. My body was burning up, making sleep utterly impossible. This was entirely Carmel's fault for being so incredibly lewd. I had only intended to tease her lightly, but when she showed such an erotic reaction, she left me with no choice but to turn on my own switch.
I quietly sat up in bed. ...Should I use that? On a whim, I crept silently toward a corner of the room. There stood a cabinet containing the princess's personal belongings—a place even the cleaning maids dared not touch. I opened it with utmost care to avoid making any sound, then pulled out a small box from deep within.
Lifting the lid revealed a suggestive, pink object. It was a dildo made by Juliana. I hadn't ordered it myself; rather, it was a prototype she had made, and she had insisted I take one. I had made absolutely sure to get her guarantee that it was brand new and completely unused. The reason I had brought it back was to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances—such as a sudden need to severely punish Carmel. However, such a situation didn't seem likely to arise anytime soon. Using this would quickly disperse the heat built up in my body. I stared intently at the imposing object resting inside the box.
No, let's not. From a purely functional standpoint, there was no reason not to use it. Since it was an item specifically engineered for this purpose, its performance was guaranteed to be exceptional. However, my current body—the body of Princess Sera—was still a virgin. While using a toy might not technically count as losing one's virginity, if I was going to shove something long and thick into my pussy for the very first time, I wanted it to be with Carmel. This wasn't a matter of efficiency; it was a matter of emotion.
I closed the lid and slipped the box back into the cabinet, then returned to my bed. It wasn't as if I absolutely needed a toy. Even without relying on such things, I had plenty of excellent material to work with. Especially what had transpired today. I retraced today's memories in my mind—Carmel's face up close, her hand that was warm to the point of burning, her trembling voice, and her dizzying, rich, signature scent...
Ah... My body and mind were both fully prepared. My body had been burning for a while now, and my mind was ready to embrace the delusion as reality. The long bolster pillow resting on the princess's luxurious bed temporarily became Carmel. "Mother... Haa, Mother..." I wrapped my entire body tightly around Carmel, sliding my hand down between my legs.