Really, honestly…
It’s not like I can help it if I’m bad at kissing—it’s not like the Court Tutor ever taught me…
Astreia darted back to her own room, pressing her whole body against the heavy oak door, heart pounding wildly, her cheeks so hot they could fry an egg—there was no way she could sleep.
First, there was that face she could never get enough of, those soft yet slightly aggressive lips, and that mischievous, teasing smile.
Then, her mind began to involuntarily replay all sorts of scenes that shouldn’t have existed.
Next time, how should she kiss him so it wouldn’t be so awkward, so she could make him a little happier?
Should she… maybe take the initiative and reach out first…
“Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!”
A series of urgent, almost door-kicking bangs violently shattered the Princess Royal’s girlish daydream.
“Ugh…”
Astreia’s brows instantly twisted into a scowl, her face full of annoyance as she flung open the door, wanting to see just who was so rude as to interrupt her wonderful moment.
But what she saw was her Deputy’s face, graver than she had ever seen it before.
“Your Highness! Prince Wendy… something might have happened to him!”
Boom!!!
In an instant, all those romantic fantasies turned to dust, and the terrifying pressure that belonged to the Northern Lioness erupted forth.
The lovestruck girl full of fluff from moments ago vanished without a trace, replaced by the Battlefield Ruler on the verge of fury.
“What did you just say?!”
Astreia had her War Spear in hand in a flash, her other hand grabbing Cara by the collar of her armor, and without a word, leapt straight out from the third-floor corridor!
With a thunderous crash, she landed steadily, leaving two shallow craters in the stone pavement.
“What the hell happened?! Explain yourself!”
Dragged along by her own Princess, Cara felt like her neck was about to snap, the air in her chest tossed into chaos, but she still recounted everything she had just discovered at top speed.
“While on patrol, I found the White-robed Priestess acting suspiciously… Her pack was obviously full, yet she claimed she was going out to gather herbs… And the footprints on the ground—there were clearly two people! One big, one small, one going out, one coming in! The small ones looked very similar to Lord Wendy’s!”
“I was worried that if word got out it would affect Lord Wendy’s reputation, so I only sent one Soldier to quietly follow and investigate!”
After listening, Astreia released Cara, her speed soaring once more as she turned into a Golden Afterimage, racing straight to the back of the Fortress.
Very soon, near the Stable, she spotted the Soldier who had already collapsed unconscious on the ground, and not far away, a White-robed figure walking further and further away.
***
“Pr-Priestess, haven’t we reached the Stable yet?”
“I-I feel so uncomfortable like this…”
From beneath the billowing Priest’s robe came a muffled male voice, tinged with heavy breaths.
“Not yet~ not yet~”
The White-robed Priestess gently stroked the unnatural bulge beneath her skirt, her voice full of barely contained laughter.
“Don’t be impatient, there was just a loyal little Soldier ‘protecting’ us from behind~”
With that, she pressed her legs together a bit more.
“Ugh!”
Wendy’s body went stiff beneath the skirt, sending a ripple of uncontrollable commotion through him.
Just moments ago, this beautiful Priestess had proposed to “help” him by hiding him under her skirt to sneak past the patrolling Soldiers at the door.
Wendy had clearly wanted to argue and refuse with his silver tongue, but when he saw those deep violet eyes, for some reason, he found himself agreeing almost as if possessed.
By the time he came to his senses, he was already at the back entrance.
When he heard Cara’s clear voice calling out, Wendy’s heart nearly leapt out of his throat.
But now, he could only ride the thief’s ship, clinging tightly to the Priestess’s smooth, firm outer thigh, forced to maintain this utterly shameful posture as he shuffled forward in sync with her graceful little steps.
In front of him were purple garter stockings edged with lace, and looking up, there was nothing but endless depth and darkness.
The space under the skirt, with every breath, was filled with that subtle, dizzying fragrance. The scent made Wendy’s blood boil, his mind going blank, his breathing growing heavier and heavier, eyes tinged red.
Suddenly.
His foot caught on something, Wendy lost his balance, and his face slammed uncontrollably into that soft, springy fullness in front of him.
“S-sorr…”
But before he could even finish the word, he felt his cheeks suddenly clamped tight by two powerful forces, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
‘No, I can’t! I’m suffocating!’
Survival instinct kicked in and he began to struggle, but the more he struggled, the tighter the grip on his face became.
At last, in desperation, he used all his strength to pinch the two warm “pillars” trapping his head.
Thankfully, the owner of the “pillars” seemed quite sensitive to pain—after a violent shudder, she finally relaxed her hold.
Like a fish out of water, Wendy tumbled out from under the robe, sprawling on the ground, gasping desperately for air.
A moment of fresh air cleared his muddled mind considerably.
Then, a wave of boundless shame washed over him.
If Astreia ever found out about this, how could he ever face her again?!
But the more he thought like that, the more a strange, forbidden thrill surged up inside him.
He wanted… he wanted…
“Do you want to try again~ my little Prince~”
The White-robed Priestess bent down, her slender fingers gently brushing aside the cold sweat-soaked hair on the Prince’s forehead, giggling as she asked.
Not far behind her lay the Soldier she had just knocked out with a casual blow.
Such an interesting experience was about to reach its climax—she couldn’t let any bystanders ruin her fun.
“N-no more…”
Wendy’s last bit of reason yanked him back from the edge of moral collapse.
“I-I still have to ride to the Saint City…”
“That… won’t do~”
The Priestess’s gaze passed over Wendy’s shoulder, spotting the Blue Figure charging toward them at incredible speed.
Her smile grew even deeper, and she dropped all pretense, scooping Wendy up from the ground so he faced away from Astreia’s direction.
In her seductive eyes, a bewitching pink-violet light flared.
Then, with a voice of Divine Seduction that could make even gods fall, she softly asked:
“Prince Wendy, would you be willing to elope with me?”
Bathed in that bewitching light, Wendy’s eyes instantly grew hazy.
Without a second thought, he shouted with all his strength:
“I do!”
Those three words, like thunder, rang out clear as day in the ears of the Princess who had just arrived.
For a moment, it felt as if the very air froze solid.
The charging figure screeched to a halt, all color draining from Astreia’s face.
She stared in disbelief at the pair “gazing affectionately” at each other in the distance, her hand gripping the War Spear trembling uncontrollably.
“You… you two… just what are you doing!!!”
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