Chapter 1: Entering the Palace – Size (1)
"Yurian. Welcome to the palace."
The person Yurian had never thought of as her father was sitting right in front of her. From the highest chair, the Emperor of the Edlen Empire, Idys, looked down arrogantly at his daughter Yurian. Idys was a man of notorious promiscuity, who had used his imperial power to seduce women ranging from the daughters of famous nobles to maids. Yurian was one of the daughters born from such affairs; Idys neither remembered nor cared about whom he had been involved with or who his daughters were. After Yurian's mother died, with nowhere else to go, Yurian entered the imperial palace.
"Your Majesty, I greet you."
Everything about the palace, starting with this father, was unfamiliar to Yurian. She had always thought she was an illegitimate child without a father, but after her mother died, a close relative revealed that her father was the emperor. Even after learning her father was the emperor, Yurian would have lived a modest, ordinary life outside the palace if she could. Yurian's mother had not wanted anyone, not even Yurian herself, to know that Yurian was the emperor's daughter. However, the relative who did not want to take responsibility for Yurian exposed the secret to everyone and sent Yurian to the palace.
"If I had known you were living in such a shabby place outside the palace, I would have brought you in much sooner. I'm sorry, Yurian."
The emperor Idys's eyes were fixed on Yurian's ample chest as he spoke leisurely. Innocent Yurian disliked the way her father looked at her, but she just bowed her head and tried to ignore his lecherous gaze that kept drifting to her chest.
"Your Majesty, Yurian seems very nervous, probably because it's her first time living in the palace. May I show her around inside?"
Idys's second son, Camil, spoke from beside the emperor, looking at Yurian. The promiscuous emperor Idys had nine children acknowledged by society, both sons and daughters. Of his three daughters, three were already married off to other kingdoms; there were four sons, Yurian, and one other daughter. Even with so many children, only the second prince Camil came to greet Yurian when she entered the palace and paid respects to the emperor. Perhaps the others simply did not care for Yurian, as they showed no interest in her at all.
"Very well, Camil. You should show Yurian around."
"Yes, understood."
At Idys's command, Camil bowed his head.
"Yurian. I am the second prince, Camil. Let's go quickly. The palace is so big, there's a lot to see."
"Yes. Then, Your Majesty, I will take my leave."
After bowing to the emperor once more, Yurian stood up. Not used to wearing a long dress that covered her feet, she almost tripped on the hem, but the second prince Camil caught her. Having lived with her sick mother, Yurian never had enough money to buy nice dresses, so as she grew taller, she had no choice but to keep wearing dresses that became too small for her. So, when she entered the palace in an overly short dress, the maids snickered to themselves and dressed her in a much larger gown, but now the size seemed too big for Yurian.
"Be careful, Yurian. The dress is too long. You should change into another dress before touring the palace. Hold on to this big brother."
When Camil offered his arm, Yurian thanked him and linked arms. Feeling Yurian's soft chest pressing against his arm, Camil quietly smiled to himself, thinking that something useful had arrived.
Camil led Yurian to the dressing room previously used by Idys's other daughters. The dressing room was quiet and spotlessly clean, not even an ant in sight.
"This is..."
"This is the dressing room used by your other sister, who is already married. She's about your size, so there should be clothes that fit."
Sliiide——
Before Camil even finished speaking, he untied the string at Yurian's back without warning. The corset that had been tightly squeezing Yurian loosened, and she finally felt like she could breathe properly. With her dress loosened, Camil led Yurian to stand in front of a full-length mirror. The mirror, as tall as Yurian herself, reflected her image, and behind her, Camil—his white skin, black hair, and striking features—watched Yurian through the mirror.
"Yurian."
"Yes, big brother."
Camil positioned Yurian to stand straight before the mirror. Under the bright lights, Yurian's slender waist and her full, almost bursting chest stood out in stark contrast.
"To put you in a new dress, I need to know your size. May I measure you?"
"Yes."
Suddenly, a warm hand slipped inside Yurian's clothes and touched her chest. Yurian was so startled she couldn't say a word and stood there blankly. She had almost no experience getting fitted for dresses, but she naturally thought he would use a measuring tape—she had never heard of someone measuring size by directly touching.
"Uh... big brother... this is..."
"Why? I don't even know where the measuring tape is... This way is faster. I can tell everything after touching a few times."
Camil fondled Yurian's chest more intimately. Even though Camil's hands were larger than most men's, Yurian's chest didn't fit in one hand. In fact, when he grasped her chest, the flesh bulged out between his fingers. Not bad, Camil thought, finding something interesting in the palace for the first time in a while. When Yurian's relative, who was worse than a cockroach, came to the emperor and said Yurian was his real daughter, Camil had thought their father just wanted another maid nearby. He never imagined his half-sister would have such assets.
"Big brother... no... this is... strange..."
"What's strange? Is it strange for your big brother to measure your size?"
Yurian felt strange. Embarrassed, yet not entirely disliking Camil's hands kneading her chest. Seeing her own cheeks flushed in the mirror made her even more embarrassed, and she wished the measuring would end quickly. Whether it was innocence or foolishness, she knew nothing about men and didn't even try to resist her brother, just standing there.
"Hmm... should I measure the other side too?"
Camil slipped another hand inside her clothes. Using both hands, he kneaded Yurian's chest roughly, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pinching, rotating his hands clockwise and counterclockwise. Then he lightly rolled the most sensitive part of her chest, her nipple, between his fingers. At the sudden touch, Yurian cried out and tried to move away, but her waist was blocked by Camil's body behind her, so she couldn't escape.
"Yurian, what's wrong? You have to stay still to measure your size."
As Camil pinched and rolled her nipple, Yurian's face turned so red it seemed about to burst. Without removing his hands from inside her clothes, Camil slowly stroked down from her chest to her waist, then gently caressed the two protruding mounds at her back. Like her chest, Yurian's hips were full and curved outward. As he caressed the two mounds, Yurian gasped in surprise.
"Chest size is important, but hips are also quite important for wearing dresses, right? I'll measure this area next."
Camil's hands on her hips grew rougher, now openly kneading her buttocks. Just as his hand was about to slip between her buttocks, Yurian grabbed Camil's wrist with her own hand.
"That's... enough... I think that's enough."
"No, not yet. Yurian, your underwear seems a bit small."
Yurian's panties were too tight. She had changed out of her small dress upon entering the palace, but hadn't had a chance to change her underwear, so she was still wearing old, tight panties. How could Camil tell just by touching, without even looking? Yurian was embarrassed but couldn't even protest, just standing there frozen. She felt strange—a sense of shame she had never experienced before.
"Yurian, I think you need to change your underwear as well. I'll have to check more closely."
Sliiide——
As Camil untied the strings of Yurian's dress, her naked body, wearing only small white panties, was revealed in the mirror.