How many men in the empire have seen the princess naked?
I'm not exactly sure, but probably none.
The princess is the most noble woman in this vast empire, an existence revered by all.
Such a woman wandering around naked before others is something that could only happen in the delusions of fools.
"Kyaaah! W-who are you?"
Right, so this situation must all be taking place in my imagination. It has to be.
Right now, before my very eyes, bathed in moonlight with long, flowing silver hair,
covering her overflowing breasts with her left hand and barely concealing her pubic area with her right, screaming with a terrified expression…
She looks exactly like the princess. Too much so.
Perhaps the desires I couldn't release on the battlefield have piled up too much, driving me to madness, or maybe I'm dreaming without realizing it.
"Fuck."
I whisper the curse that has, from rubbing shoulders with rough men, unwittingly become a habit. A meaningless act, but if I didn't do even this, I felt I'd lose my mind.
"I asked, who are you! Wh-what are you doing here at this hour...? How did you get in?"
Interpreting my silence in her own way, the woman slowly began to back away.
Despite being utterly terrified, her attempt to feign composure was pathetically futile.
—Thump!
However, it was ultimately nothing but a futile struggle.
Soon, perhaps her legs gave out, as she crumpled backwards onto the grass.
'Damn it.'
If only she had stayed still. What kind of disgraceful posture is that?
The shy slit, straightly clamped tight between thighs that looked soft, was now shamelessly exposed toward me. That intimate part of a woman that should never be shown to anyone…
"D-don't look!"
Even in this state, she's desperately covering her breasts. Isn't "pointless effort" a phrase meant for exactly this kind of situation?
Witnessing that pitiful yet obscene sight, I finally had no choice but to admit it.
This moment right now was not some delusion but stark reality.
Pushing aside my confused feelings and the shameful, willfully rising part of me below, I slowly walked toward her with the feeling of sentencing myself to death.
There was one last thing I needed to confirm.
What if she's just a lookalike? If that's the case, I can warn her to indulge her perverse hobby moderately and send her home.
"Aah, aaah…! No, don't come closer! P-please…!"
But, as if mocking me for holding even a sliver of hope, the result was as expected.
Eyes brimming with anxiety looking up at me, a piercingly cold blue.
Silver hair and blue eyes are physical traits that can appear separately, but as far as I know, there is only one woman in the entire empire who possesses both simultaneously.
The jewel of the imperial family. Alicia von Diana Solaris.
I wonder why she's doing this here, but a princess is human too, isn't she?
It's an utterly incomprehensible situation, but it's understandable. Tastes vary, after all.
Well then, that means I have likely… become the first man in the empire to lay eyes on the pristine, naked body of the princess, a sight never permitted to anyone!
How does it feel to dare to be graced with such overflowing honor?
"My god,…"
It's the worst.
I came out for a night stroll and happened to run into the princess, who was enjoying her secret hobby in the nude, in a secluded spot.
It's a situation that seems straight out of the beginning of a pornographic novel, it's really not funny at all.
My head is starting to hurt. How on earth am I supposed to handle this?
…I shouldn't have gone out for that walk.