Volume 6 Chapter 46 The Sleeping Princess and the Approaching Shadow
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”…Ah, so the guards didn’t spot us.”
When he opened his eyelids, a dim red light came into view.
The room was dimly lit.
It looked like night. Looking closer, everything as far as he could see was patterned like sand.
It was cold. He felt something off about his body.
For now, he tried to lift his heavy form. To think straight, getting up came first.
His vision caught the crumpled white sheets.
Right beside him, a woman lay on her side, showing off her plump rear.
It was Fox Princess Kuzuha. Judging by how she’d kicked off the sheets, for a princess, her sleeping habits weren’t exactly ladylike.
”…So cold.”
When he shifted, the freezing chill stood out.
His body temperature had dropped completely. The air probably wasn’t cold enough for rain to freeze, but sleeping had sapped his heat.
His body shivered. His fingers wouldn’t move right.
He cupped his hands like scooping water and blew into them. Relieved that his breath didn’t come out white, he thought about waking the sleeping princess.
He crawled over on all fours.
She didn’t react even as he got close. That was normal, but beastkin like her could wake instantly at a single footstep.
He puzzled over how to wake her. He didn’t know the proper way for someone of high status.
He hesitated a moment, then decided to just shake her roughly. He could play dumb if needed.
Pulling her tail… that seemed too risky.
So he settled on shaking her rear.
”…Her body’s so warm.”
It felt like touching someone who’d been by a fireplace.
Under the pretext of waking her, the princess’s rear was much warmer than he’d imagined.
She’d kicked off the sheets and slept naked, yet slumbered deeply—that explained it.
Maybe the Wolf Princess was the same. If so, sticking close to her while sleeping might have kept him from freezing like this. The fact that he was suffering this chill now was all because the Fox Princess had betrayed and abandoned her.
”…Why’s she the only one sleeping so comfortably?”
Even as he squeezed and shook her rear, she showed no change.
For her to sleep in this cold without a care, she needed a fitting response.
He thought a bit, then decided on revenge for the chill she’d caused him—or rather, a slightly different way to wake her.
She was sleeping with her rear right toward him. She couldn’t complain if the method lacked a little class.
He touched the smooth curve that neatly divided her buttocks.
With his thumb, he pressed and spread them apart.
What appeared was her noble rear entrance. Confirming the private spot never meant for common eyes, he slid forward from there.
”Come on, wake up already,” he said.
It was just to wake her, so it couldn’t be helped.
With that excuse in mind, he traced the vertical slit of the foreign princess.
Slowly, he stroked the outer edges gently.
Feeling the warm heat and soft texture through his fingers, he kneaded and rubbed.
”…Mm.”
He reacted to the faint sound and quickly pulled his hand away.
But that was all. She still didn’t seem about to wake.
In that case, he spat on his middle finger and went back to waking her.
With a slick sensation, he stroked her lower lips.
Making squelching sounds, he pressed and circled the slightly harder spot.
”Mm, fuh…”
Her reactions grew a little stronger.
Drawing on past experience, he reached one conclusion.
This princess had probably been touched here before, or done it herself. A completely inexperienced woman wouldn’t react much to gentle touches while asleep. Women were heavily influenced by their thoughts, so without that knowledge, even touching her in sleep wouldn’t have much effect.
He set the trivial discovery aside. With his right hand taking warmth from her rear, he used the other to poke and prod her awake.
Not only would she wake, but her heat might rise too—a two birds with one stone. Maybe even three, counting the massage benefits.
Listing the practical reasons for fondling the sleeping princess, he targeted precisely and worked her loose.
”Fuh… mm, uh…”
The Fox Princess furrowed her brows. Her reactions deepened further.
The spot he’d been circling had grown harder. Even without more spit, the slickness didn’t fade, coated now in her own secretions.
What was she doing in her dream? Maybe secretly meeting some prince she fancied. He considered movements she’d like and stroked accordingly.
”Mm… mm, fuu…”
”Come on, wake up. Or you’ll end up coming,” he whispered.
The squelching sounds showed no sign of stopping.
He stimulated the blood flow around her nub relentlessly. Now rock-hard, he rolled the protrusion with his finger.
He was careful not to be too rough. He rolled it gently, in the ideal way she’d want from her dream prince.
The princess started rubbing her legs together.
That should be enough. She seemed close to her limit.
When he lightly pinched and rubbed the sensitive tip,
”Mm—kuh, fuu—!”
The Fox Princess’s body jerked and trembled.
”…You awake?”
He asked innocently.
”Mm… ah… huh?”
Finally opening her eyes, the princess—roused not by a kiss but by a waking handjob—sat up unsteadily.
”…Ah, eh…?”
With a flush rising to her cheeks from the built-up heat, she turned a dazed face toward him.
* * *
”Don’t make that face. Hey, these things happen.”
”…They don’t. There’s no way they do.”
A few minutes later.
The Fox Princess, fuming and prickly, had wrapped herself in the sheets like a cocoon.
Her floating anger wasn’t the kind to strike like lightning. It was more the embarrassed look of someone whose shame had been exposed, unsure what to do.
”Yesterday, you know, I saw you with the Wolf Princess. Your body was probably more pent-up than you thought. So one or two dream climaxes—”
”Shut up. Don’t teach me such weird words,” she snapped, turning away as if she couldn’t bear to look at him.
Honestly, it was hilarious, but laughing now would bring severe punishment, so he held back.
”Hey. You really did something, didn’t you? Be honest… say it!” she demanded.
”Nah, no idea. I was just freezing to death and trying to wake you, that’s all,” Klock replied.
She glared sharply, but he brushed it off with a nonchalant attitude.
Of course, he was the culprit behind her unusual state, but it was just his hand slipping while trying to wake her, so it couldn’t be helped.
Right after waking, she’d frowned at the full-body fatigue.
Immediately after, she noticed the wetness between her legs.
With a ferocious expression, the princess glared at Klock.
”The moment I tried to wake you, you suddenly convulsed—it surprised me. You really squirt a lot when you come, huh?”
When he said that casually, her face turned bright red.
”There’s no way I’d do something so improper…”
”…Then what? You think I was joking? Saying that even in your sleep, you’d get wet and climax no matter who touched you—like some pervert?” Klock said.
”Shut up! Of course not!” she exclaimed.
By saying so, she condemned herself. The truth was buried in darkness. Young girls were easy to fool, simply because they didn’t know better. Any man who had known women would, of course, toy with them as they slept. With experience, he would know exactly how it turned out. Timing and skill made it possible to coax even dream-climax from a sleeping body. That was the human body’s mystery.
The young never understood the gap carved by age and experience. She wouldn’t realize the truth for another five or ten years.
”Anyway, hand me some fire, will you? That Foxfire thing. It’s freezing,” Klock muttered, shivering.
”No. There’s nothing to burn. Keeping a flame lit for no reason is nothing but wasted magic. You’re wearing clothes—deal with it,” Fox Princess said, refusing with tear-bright eyes.
Klock’s body trembled, but she was right. He was dressed in his familiar street clothes, with his gear and folder strapped nearby.
”You insisted, so I attacked the guards. Be grateful,” she snapped.
”Yeah, sure. I am. But freezing’s another story. And how come you’re so damn fine?” he asked.
”You Humans are just weaklings. Pathetic!” she sneered.
Earlier, they had stumbled upon four guards—rat Beastkin, the so-called Mole Soldiers who patrolled the prison. They carried Klock’s belongings. With treasures that existed nowhere else in the world among them, ignoring the guards was impossible. He had begged her to help, and together they struck, reclaiming what was his.
”Well, I really do appreciate it,” he said.
”…You said it was a keepsake, so I had no choice. If you’re grateful, then stop slowing me down,” she replied coldly.
Her words made him glance at the knife on his hip. Just a cheap blade, bought anywhere. He’d cared for it, but rust crept along the edge. He had named it the Valerie Knife, though it was hardly worthy of reverence. If he lost it, it would be nothing but a disgrace for a thief who once prided himself on stealing.
Still—he had it back, along with his whole pocketful of gear. A stroke of luck. He’d half-expected the guards to destroy it, never dreaming Suzette’s magic circles would be restored as well. Those beastly soldiers weren’t suited to fine work anyway.
Once she calmed, they set out again. They had hidden in a branching tunnel like an ant’s nest. Now, following her lead, they passed through the Sandy Path and reentered a wide passage where ants had once marched.
”Our target is the next guard room. If it’s lightly manned, we break through. If not, we hide,” Fox Princess said.
”…That’s it? That sloppy?” Klock asked.
It was straightforward—too straightforward. Their last raid had changed things.
”Remember, before we slept, we ambushed those guards. It worked, sure, but they’ll be on alert. Their buddies never came back,” Klock muttered.
”…True. But unless we try, we won’t move forward,” she countered.
They had thrown the captured guards into a cell. Killing them or casting them deeper would have been wiser, but oddly, the guards had carried no key. Locking them away was enough. Still, it was only a matter of time before reinforcements came storming through.
”…If the Wolf Princess were here, things would be easier,” Klock said.
”Stop. Forget her,” Fox Princess snapped, irritation flaring.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have spoken. But he had, and her hostility sharpened.
”For you, there’s no reason to hate her or me. You think working together would help us escape. I don’t. My grudge against her began at birth. Depending on that woman is not an option,” she declared.
Hatred over survival. Fox Princess would never let go of her enemy, even in chains.
Klock thought differently. For him, escape came first. Still, her obsession wasn’t his concern—as long as it didn’t doom them both.
”But if we’re spotted in the guard room, we’ll have to run nonstop. The climb’s still long. You think you’ll last?” he asked.
”We’ll have to. Relax your shoulders. They’re only rats. And you have Acceleration Magic to back us up, don’t you?” she said.
He gritted his teeth. Revealing that spell had been a mistake. It was short-lived, unreliable for long fights. He didn’t want her depending on it.
Her help had brought his gear back—but his doubts only grew. The Wolf Princess was out of reach; she’d kill him the moment she was freed. Yet Fox Princess was unreliable in her own way: too reckless, too fixated on vengeance. She was powerful, but green—unable even to explain why her own body betrayed her.
Too young. Too arrogant. Dangerous to trust.
He’d need his own measure of when to cut ties. Trusting too much only meant being thrown from the carriage.
She pushed ahead, using her divination to scout. Klock jogged after her.
”The sand is wet,” she said suddenly.
”…Maybe it rained,” Klock muttered.
The sandstone walls grew darker with moisture as they advanced. The ground remained dry, but the ceiling glistened, damp even in the faint light of their magic stones.
”This complicates it. My skill couldn’t read beyond Divination here. From now on, we’d have to rely on ears and nose,” she said.
”…Right,” Klock answered.
He didn’t understand her craft, but the water clearly disrupted it. On the Human Continent, spells with the same effects went by different names, yet hers seemed to follow an entirely different system. Suzette, with her Demon Continent blood, might have understood how to interpret it.
”…What’s with you? Do you doubt my ability?” she asked.
”No, not at all,” he said.
”Then why do you keep answering me like that?”
The Fox Princess narrowed her brows, her sharp gaze stabbing at him from behind.
”You obeyed that Wolf Princess without question, yet with me you bristle? Do you have a problem with me?”
”I said no. Don’t start with that nonsense. Come on, let’s move,” he said, urging her forward when she looked ready to plant her feet.
It had to be one of those moods particular to girls her age—their standards of like and dislike absurdly strict. In youth, men and women both carried that purity of measure. Add noble status, and such sharpness had no restraint, turning into open petulance.
”I defeated the Wolf Princess. I crushed her and made her bow. You were spared—so show some respect,” she said.
He nearly laughed. She had struck from behind, humiliated her, and now dressed it up as triumph. If the Wolf Princess ever heard those words, she’d snap—and the fight would start all over again.
”…Hey. We’re at the Guard Room.”
Perfect timing—an unnatural iron cage barred the passage, the same design as below. Their exchange broke off, her frown tightening, but she read the situation quickly and slipped behind the wall.
”…Breathing. One, two… five of them,” the Fox Princess whispered, ears twitching upright.
The Guard Room lay six meters ahead. Picking apart the sound of breath from that distance was less impressive than unsettling.
”That’s a lot. Should we wait for a chance?” Klock asked.
”No. We go.”
The Fox Princess let her sheet fall with a snap. Her thick tail stood rigid. The curve of her hips gleamed in the torchlight, her straight back, the side of her breasts visible even from behind.
”Are you sane? With five, they’ll call for—”
”No problem. After you send me through the bars, wait on this side of the passage,” she said.
Her voice carried a hard edge, stubborn and too hot. He grimaced. Likely a continuation of their earlier quarrel. Even after leaving the Wolf Princess behind, she still measured herself against her. Whoever the opponent, she refused to be seen as lesser.
”Wait. Fine, I was wrong before. You’re strong, I admit it. Just don’t throw yourself in like—”
”If you think I’m strong, then shut up and watch. When I’m done, kneel to the result,” she said.
The Fox Princess bared her teeth, fur bristling along her tail, her eyes burning with the hunger to fight.
She wasn’t going to stop. Best to let her.
Klock sighed deep, clicked his tongue, and followed as she darted toward the Guard Room. He touched her back, helped her slip past the bars.
The instant she landed—blood sprayed, and the high-pitched cries of she-beasts ripped through the air.
Notes:
• Valerie – Female. Klock’s younger thief sister, dressed like a boy. Her appearance is aqua-colored hair, slender, and youthful. She is loyal to her brother and acts as his accomplice. She is bold, sexually forward, and protective of her brother’s interests.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
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