Volume 4 Chapter 17 The Princess’s Field Trip
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Moonlight spilled softly over the darkened world, its pale glow faintly illuminating the sunken town. The light touched the rooftops gently, yet weakened with distance, leaving the alleyways—blocked by stone walls—in utter darkness, untouched by the moon’s presence.
In this desolate residential district, two young lovers clung close beneath the muted light. A petite Beastkin female, her ears alert and slender tail flicking slightly, nestled near a human male. He stroked her gently, his expression one of quiet fascination.
”Good job, Meina,” he whispered, voice low and careful. “You’re doing just as I taught you.”
Their eyes darted around cautiously as they moved carefully, aware of their surroundings while engaging in an act that was certainly not meant for public view. Despite the chill of the night, the man was exposed, while the Beastkin female concealed their intimacy with delicate movements.
If this had been indoors, it might have been a proper moment shared between lovers. But here, in the shadows of the residential buildings, they dared to indulge in their private closeness outdoors—a behavior neither lawful nor morally acceptable by most standards. To a serious onlooker, their boldness would be infuriating. For those without partners, such an open display could feel like poison to the eyes.
Unbelievable… to think they would begin so soon after entering the dark alleyway. Their recklessness was startling.
Hidden in the shadows nearby stood a woman, watching with wide eyes. Princess Hermine, daughter of the Emperor of the Second Empire of Dusselhelm—a beauty renowned throughout the empire—pressed her hands lightly over her mouth in silent dismay. It was the first time she had witnessed such an overt act, and the vividness of the scene unsettled her deeply.
”I had a bad feeling about this,” she thought, relieved she had left Oriana behind. “She must not see this.”
Hermine’s breath hitched, eyes narrowing. “To begin something so intimate out here… outrageous! They ought to return to the inn. Honestly, shouldn’t there at least be a simple kiss first? This… this…” She faltered, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment, unable to voice the exact nature of the act she was witnessing.
The quiet sounds of their closeness filled the night—subtle and unmistakable.
From her position, Hermine could only see the man’s front and the Beastkin’s back, but the nature of their interaction was clear enough. The woman was attending to the man with careful motions, while he regarded her with a look of affectionate trust.
Hermine sighed softly and rested her head in her hands. Her presence here was not by chance or curiosity alone. She had been following Klock—the man involved—with the intention of ambushing him. The plan was to capture him and bring him back to the Empire, yet somehow she had found herself in this uncomfortable situation instead.
Once again, she glanced over at the couple. He was gently stroking the Beastkin’s fur, his expression relaxed and content. Sexual activity, after all, was a moment when one’s guard was naturally lowered—an opportunity for a surprise attack. Alongside moments of rest, bathing, or other vulnerabilities, it presented a prime chance for a decisive strike. History had proven surprise often led to victory.
Yet here and now, such an opportunity seemed impossible. “No way I can do that in this situation,” she thought bitterly. “He’s on the run, and yet here he is—completely unguarded and bold.”
Still, the idea of taking advantage of the moment was complicated. Hermine was no stranger to underhanded tactics when necessary, but there were limits. Ambushing someone during such private acts was beyond her sense of propriety—she was a lady, after all.
Her heartbeat quickened as she watched, aware of her own reaction to the intimate scene. She reminded herself to stay calm. Anyone seeing such a thing for the first time would feel uneasy; it was natural. It would be stranger not to.
But now she had to focus. The most pressing matter was Klock’s mysterious Unique Skill—the very ability he had used to escape the capital, defeat her golem effortlessly, and overpower Elna. She needed to confirm what power he wielded, as it seemed formidable enough to repel even Elna.
Furrowing her brow, she studied the man’s face and the woman’s movements in turn, battling the rising emotions within her.
He had defeated Elna at her sister’s art gallery, a place that was likely a trap set by Elna herself. Given the circumstances, it was clear he had fled there and been attacked. The ability most likely involved was one that created traps—Elna had fallen into such a snare, and then…
Hermine’s disciple had suffered a grim fate. The memory of that haunting scene made her look away, unable to bear it.
Among the Beastkin, the cat species had a breeding season. If they did not mate during this period, pregnancy would not occur, since they did not ovulate otherwise.
In Elna’s case, it was definitely not her breeding season. Doctors assured her that the risk of unintended pregnancy was low, but witnessing what had happened to Elna still left Hermine anxious to this day. The trauma her disciple endured was not easily forgotten.
Most Beastkin did not become pregnant outside their heat cycle. Yet Elna was being subjected to harsh treatment as though it posed no obstacle at all. The man’s relentless effort to ensure she would conceive was evident — the floor was stained with a pale fluid.
He must really favor cat Beastkin, Hermine reflected, the only detail she could grasp clearly.
When she thought it over calmly, it became clear the man had no intention of killing Elna. The way he kept her confined was far from ordinary; anyone observing could tell she had been held for hours without respite. The child now with him—identified by the thin, flicking tail—was definitely a cat Beastkin. Judging by her tattered appearance, she seemed like someone of low social standing. Did he truly desire a cat Beastkin so badly that he resorted to purchasing someone like her?
As these thoughts unfolded, Hermine noticed something strange—she was able to maintain composure. Usually, the very idea of Elna’s suffering would fill her with uncontrollable rage. Even after mobilizing the military and enduring a stern lecture for her outburst, today she felt oddly serene. Despite the man’s clear indulgence, strong emotions failed to swell inside her. It felt as though some simmering fire within was gradually cleansing her mind.
Her attention shifted to the tail swaying gently. Beastkin conveyed their emotions vividly through their ears and tails. From the girl’s posture, it was evident she was accepting her role without resistance. Klock, who continued to stroke her, appeared equally comfortable with the situation.
Being served must indeed be a pleasing experience, Hermine thought, curious. Why does the child seem so content?
If I hadn’t joined the Brave Knights, could I have ended up like that?
The thought suddenly flushed her cheeks. She imagined herself in that position—kneeling, clothed in a dress robe, pressed against a man’s pants, attending to him. Embarrassment rushed over her in an instant, and she shook her head vigorously. For a noble virgin with no romantic experience or partner, such an image was unbearably difficult to hold.
Hermine had no partner.
At eighteen, most princesses would have been engaged long ago, but among the three sisters, only Hermine remained unbetrothed.
This was partly respect from her family, and partly circumstance.
Political figures tended to avoid those involved with the hero party. To prevent domestic and international criticism, it was decided Hermine could not marry for political reasons. Her path was to stand on the battlefield, freeing her from the usual constraints of a princess’s life.
The men who approach me aren’t worth consideration, she thought bluntly. Adventurers were out of the question—unsavory and dismissed at the mention of the “hero party.” The men who didn’t run were all untrustworthy. Nobles were no better; their political ambitions were too obvious. Whenever she asked if they would elope and abandon their families, all she received was a wry smile.
Calm reflection led her to the conclusion that there was no man in this world worthy of her.
I love freedom—the ultimate right a princess standing at the pinnacle can never fully grasp.
She had obtained it, yet it became her greatest restraint.
Her father, the Emperor, did not take her proud personality into account. Hermine could never make the first move—her pride forbade it. Even if a man interested her, she would never approach him. All potential companions had to approach her, and the result was always rejection.
While protecting the modestly popular Tiet from unwanted suitors, she realized her fate as an adventurer. Unless there were overwhelming political reasons, Hermine was never destined to be anyone’s wife.
”Alright, you can stop now,” Klock said sharply, snapping out of her reverie and looking ahead.
Unaware of her daydream, the two before her had changed positions. Klock gently patted the Beastkin girl, signaling her to rise.
”What are you doing all of a sudden?” the girl asked softly.
”You should come closer if you intend to continue,” Klock replied, pulling her near without hesitation.
The cat Beastkin complied willingly, pressing herself against him. She parted her legs slightly, silently inviting his touch as he slid his hand beneath her clothing.
Hermine watched the scene intently. The roles were reversed now—the girl seemed eager to please, and Klock’s hand moved deliberately beneath her skirt. The gentle caress caused a faint shiver to ripple through her.
His… remains uncovered, Hermine noted silently, covering her mouth as her eyes fixed on the sight.
The man’s erection, recently freed from the girl’s attentions, stood exposed with unmistakable prominence. Judging by the angle, its size was clearly beyond the reach of Hermine’s slender fingers.
No way… something that large could fit? It’s far too huge. But Elna took it… so it must be possible, right?
Kneeling behind a stone wall, Hermine peeked at the pair. To confirm her impression, she rolled up her black silk undergarments and slid a hand between her legs, comparing the size silently to herself.
A quiet gasp escaped her lips, and she quickly withdrew, hidden from sight.
From where she was, the girl’s voice could be heard—soft, tinged with pleasure and respectful deference. Unaware of any onlookers, the two continued their intimate exchange.
That was close, Hermine thought, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through her body.
Her body was hypersensitive. Even the slightest touch to her most private areas sent an electric shock coursing through her.
…I’ve been affected by some sort of spell… she thought quietly, her breath catching.
…I feel an overwhelming warmth within…
This sensation was not entirely unfamiliar. Thinking it over calmly, the explanation quickly became clear. She had been deeply influenced by watching Klock and the others. She had been so absorbed in observing them that she hadn’t realized her body was heating up.
Humans tend to desire what others possess when they see those desires fulfilled. Just as watching someone eat can make one’s stomach grumble, witnessing intimate acts could cause a similar stirring deep inside.
She put the pieces together in her mind, understanding at last. Her rising sensation was so strong that she felt no resentment toward Elna. She finally grasped the true nature of the feeling that had been quietly burning inside her.
Keeping her composure, she slid her hand discreetly beneath her robe.
She breathed softly, “As expected… it’s extremely sensitive…” Her voice was low, thoughtful. “This is unlike anything I’ve felt before. How could this be…?”
Approaching the matter with careful curiosity, she touched herself gently, careful to keep quiet. Covering her mouth with one hand, she lightly stroked over her clothing with the other.
A sudden electric shock seemed to ripple through her mind. The sensation was very different from anything she had experienced alone in her bed. It was reminiscent of the first time she had learned about human intimacy from books and experimentation, long ago.
Peeking cautiously from around the corner, she saw Klock. His lower body was now held in the hands of the Beastkin girl.
With a slight shuffle, he was being skillfully tended to, and she seemed to be reciprocating.
Her hands blocked her view, which irritated her. She leaned forward slightly to get a clearer sight.
The pair remained engaged, but now the girl was pressing her face against Klock’s neck, clearly overwhelmed by desire, seeking comfort and affection. Klock showed no signs of fatigue, his movements confident and practiced.
She noted carefully, His hands… If you look closely, his motions are deliberate and quite knowing.
The pace was steady, not hurried nor slow—it matched her own rhythm. She could tell he understood a woman’s body well.
Anyone who knows how to reach fulfillment can tell just by watching whether a man’s technique is skillful.
Klock’s movements confirmed this beyond doubt. He clearly knew how to stimulate his partner, even from an outsider’s perspective.
With those steady motions and strong fingers, anyone would surely succumb to pleasure.
Suppressing a shudder, she leaned her chin against the wall and watched quietly.
His hands grew bolder. They slipped beneath her clothing, reaching areas she had never before allowed another to touch, gathering moisture and delicately moving fingertips over her most sensitive spots, all while he kept his breathing controlled.
She heard his gentle voice murmur softly, “Stay with me, and hold on tight.”
Imagining those words being spoken directly to her, imagining being held by him and touched in the same way—her mind raced.
Suddenly, the Beastkin girl’s body stiffened and then relaxed in an unmistakable sign of intense relief.
Klock’s arms supported her steadily as she leaned into the feeling, her posture shifting with the crescendo.
Almost immediately after, Hermine herself felt a wave pass through her.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, curling inward as she strove to keep her reaction quiet and unnoticed.
It felt like a surge of energy—far more intense than her first experience of intimacy.
This was a powerful sensation that rendered her still, far beyond the simple stress relief she was used to. It was as though she had never truly known such excitement before, and it was seared into her mind.
After the overwhelming sensation subsided, she felt a deep exhaustion spread through her limbs.
The aftermath of that pleasure lingered, making her feel drained, as if she had just spent hours in bed.
She breathed heavily, whispering to herself, “W-What am I doing…?”
She had been imagining what had just been done to her until the very end. Now, regret crept in.
She realized she’d been pleasuring herself while thinking about a man’s intimate readiness and preparing herself for a union.
It was as if she had been pleading silently for such a moment.
Well, she could admit that much—it was natural for a human to be curious about such things.
But of all people, she shouldn’t have imagined him.
He was a despicable man—one who had betrayed her friend Anna and harmed his own disciple. Using him as a fantasy was appalling.
Why did it have to be him, of all people she could have pictured?
Shame washed over her. She felt foolish and traitorous, as if she had betrayed her friend and sought revenge by surrendering her body to that man’s image.
A soft sound interrupted her thoughts.
”Is someone there?” a voice asked suspiciously.
Startled, Hermine straightened up and caught her breath.
”Huh? Peeping?” came another voice, sharper this time.
The scent of a rival was unmistakable. A sudden crack formed in Hermine’s calm.
How had she forgotten that dealing with Beastkin meant her scent could give her away? She’d been careless.
Her mind raced in panic.
She had to run. No—she should fight.
This was bad. Very bad.
Her thoughts tangled and froze.
From the distance, the sound of rushing footsteps grew louder.
No, no…
Then, a voice shouted sharply.
”You sneaky peeper! Have some shame!”
Startled, she jumped.
Klock came running, the Beastkin girl right behind him.
They reached her quickly and stopped in front of her.
”I’m sorry! It’s not what it looks like! I didn’t mean to spy—I was just passing by,” she hurriedly explained, fabricating a cover.
She tried to mask herself, hoping to appear as someone else.
Not knowing how to deceive convincingly, she blurted out whatever seemed plausible.
She watched their reaction carefully.
Klock looked at her closely and said, “—Huh? Federina? What are you doing here?”
He used the name of the form she had transformed into: Federina—the empire’s top magical detective, a friend and companion whom Hermine had befriended personally.
Notes:
• Meina – The red-haired cat girl is a hostess who leans in closely, her blushing cheeks indicating her interest, but she plays hard to get.
• Hermine – Daughter of the Emperor of the Second Empire of Dusselhelm. A companion and friend of Anna. The mage. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Oriana – A Princess. A companion who assists in explaining the situation to the kingdom. She is supportive and helps Anna navigate her responsibilities. Her appearance is slender, with dark hair and sharp features.
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
• Anna – The legendary Hero, chosen to defeat the Demon Lord. Her past life is Sylvia Croce. She is described as a heavenly being with overwhelming skill and a merciless attitude.
• Federina – Hermine’s chosen disguise, a magical detective and close friend whom Hermine hopes will deter Klock’s suspicions. Federina’s presence of mind helps her improvise when confronted.
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