Chapter 96 Queen Cecile
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Deep within the royal palace, in the sprawling, candle-lit sanctuary of Queen Cecile Canaria’s bedroom, the monarch lay sprawled across the center of her magnificent bed. She stretched her limbs toward the four corners of the silk-covered mattress, took a breath that seemed to fill her very soul, and whispered to the empty room.
”I’ve really been getting things done lately…”
Naturally, she wasn’t referring to her private indulgences. Ever since she had begun hosting the ¹ Slime-kun Who Dwells in a Woman’s Arse, her productivity had soared to heights she hadn’t thought possible. Today, she had carved through a mountain of paperwork nearly one and a half times its usual size, and she had finished earlier than ever before.
This newfound efficiency meant she had ample time to soak in a steaming bath, tending to every inch of her skin with luxurious oils, and yet the hour for sleep was still a comfortable distance away. She couldn’t remember the last time she had enjoyed such a peaceful, unhurried evening of rest.
It was startling to think she possessed such hidden reserves of energy. Or perhaps, she mused, this was simply her natural state, finally liberated from the crushing weight of years of accumulated fatigue. That little slime had effectively restored her performance to its peak.
”It’s not just the work, either…” Cecile murmured, reaching a hand toward the bed’s silken canopy. Her fingers looked long and slender, her skin possessed a radiant glow, and even the slight callous from her pen couldn’t detract from the perfection of her polished nails. It was as if her hands had been magically swapped with those of her teenage self.
She sat up slowly, the delicate fabric of her favorite pale pink nightgown rustling softly. She was well aware that, at her age, such a youthful garment might be considered a bit much, but it never failed to lift her spirits. And yet, looking at her reflection now, she couldn’t help but feel it suited her remarkably well.
Stepping away from the bed, she approached a tall pier glass. She pinched the hem of her nightgown near her thigh, lifting it slightly to perform a playful curtsy, then gave a joyful twirl. Her long, golden hair billowed out like a shimmering cloud around her.
While the slime’s influence hadn’t quite reached the tips of her hair yet, the extra time she now had for grooming had resulted in a brilliant, healthy sheen. She ran a comb through the golden strands a few times before leaning closer to the mirror to inspect her face.
”They’ve almost vanished…”
As she traced the skin beneath her eyes, she saw only healthy, vibrant color. The faint shadows of exhaustion were nearly gone, and the fine lines and dullness that had plagued her were dramatically improved. She pressed her palms against her cheeks, feeling the springy, moisture-rich softness of her skin. These days, the heavy layers of makeup she once relied on were quite unnecessary.
If she could maintain this state, perhaps even after she eventually abdicated the throne in a decade or so, she might still find someone to share her life with…
Suddenly overwhelmed with glee, Cecile threw her hands into the air and spun in a circle before diving headfirst onto the bed. She was in a state of absolute, unadulterated delight.
Kento’s plan to win her favor had been a resounding success. Cecile was currently enjoying a level of happiness she hadn’t felt in years. It was enough to make her maid, Muse, and the captain of her guard, Merluza, whisper about her radiant mood. Even her younger brother, Roland, had been left momentarily speechless by her beauty, stammering out a compliment before drifting off into a daze.
Cecile kicked her legs and flailed her arms against the sheets, which smelled faintly of sunshine, like a girl of ten celebrating a birthday. The sheer physical expression of her joy was entirely devoid of her usual royal composure.
”Whew…”
Exhaling a satisfied sigh, she rolled across the vast bed until her shoulder bumped against a sturdy wooden chest. It was her treasure box. She hugged it close, rubbing her cheek against the wood, before sitting up to flip the lid open.
Hurriedly humming a little tune, she looked over the treasures within. There was the ² Dildo-Buddy, the ³ Uterine Massager, the ⁴ Anl Stopper-kun, the ⁵ Fourteen-Star Ans Beads, and many more. These were, of course, the finest products from the magic shop known as ⁶ Harvest.
She wondered which one she should choose tonight. She wasn’t in the mood for her usual intense, cathartic release. Instead, she craved something gentle and soothing, something that would lull her into a blissful sleep.
”Oh, but first…” Cecile remembered, smoothing a hand over her abdomen. Inside her was the little slime that had brought her such peace. If she was going to indulge herself, she would have to let him out for a while.
She rolled onto her back, lifting her legs to busily slide her undergarments down. Once she was bare, she curled her knees to her chest, focusing her strength. From her puckered, noble exit, the little creature began to emerge with a series of soft, sliding sounds.
”Phew… hnn…” Cecile let out a soft, sweet breath as she released the slime. It made several unrefined sounds that she would never want another soul to hear, but since she was alone, she let him out all at once.
”My… has he grown a bit larger…?”
Cecile stared intently at the slime she had been nurturing inside her. Any sense of revulsion had long since vanished. In truth, the slime kept both itself and her internal passages quite clean, to the point where it was technically safe to handle in any way, though only the most eccentric of individuals would consider doing so.
However, Cecile no longer minded touching it. The pulsating, translucent mass felt like jelly or starch-noodles, shifting its shape with a slippery slide whenever she grasped it.
”Keep providing ‘nourishment’ and it grows, and simply keeping it inside develops the area, was it…”
She recalled the notes Kento had provided as she continued her observation. The instructions explained that once the slime reached a certain size, its growth would stop, and the nourishment would go toward maintaining its volume and maximizing its beneficial effects. This meant the slime, which was still growing, hadn’t even reached its full potential yet.
Cecile found herself grinning again, kneading the slime between her fingers like a curious child—or a complete degenerate. Her focus was entirely on the creature.
”I really must give Kento a special reward…” Cecile thought as she toyed with the slime. She decided he should stop worrying about investments and formal nonsense and just let her shower him with more support. She was profoundly satisfied with his work and saw immense value in his creations.
From the very first items in the series to the ⁷ Hot-Shot-kun heater, and now this latest collection of specialized tools, everything he made had become indispensable to her.
She had the court mage Satsuki watching over him, so she could probably manage even if he disappeared, but she felt it was vital to keep the man himself close. This time, he had even been thoughtful enough to send her a specially made slime.
”Nn…”
Cecile’s hand, which had been kneading the slime, drifted toward her lap. From her already damp cleft, a squelching, wet sound echoed in the quiet room. She couldn’t remember the last time she had simply used her hands instead of a tool.
”Nn, ah…”
As she touched herself, the heat in her body began to rise. she spread the moisture around, her fingers finding and teasing her most sensitive point. Naturally, her fingers then dipped toward the area the slime had been softening lately.
”Hah, hah…”
Her breathing grew ragged. Her body instinctively tightened around her fingers, and a sweet, numbing sensation spread through her lower half. At the same time, she allowed herself to sink into a particular fantasy.
’Ah, I see you’re completely ready. I’m so glad you enjoyed the gift.’
In her mind, she imagined Kento speaking those scandalous words to her. She had begun to use the young man, who had become quite a familiar presence, as a convenient partner for her fantasies.
After all, he was far less complicated than her subordinates or the noblemen at court. It felt as though she could actually bring him into her bed if she truly wished… though she knew she never would, as the political fallout would be a nightmare.
’Shall we try a new tool today? Look, this one has a vibration function, just like your favorite massager.’
Lost in her daydream, Cecile rummaged through her treasure box and pulled out the ⁸ Vibrating Anl Stopper-kun. It was slightly thicker and longer to accommodate the internal mechanism, but she felt she was ready for the challenge. The description promised it could reach deep enough to vibrate through to her very core, providing immense comfort.
’Now, Your Majesty, just relax for me.’
”Hnn…”
She pressed the tip of the device against her entrance. Thanks to the slime’s constant presence, the area had gained incredible flexibility, and it began to sink in, swallowing the device inch by inch.
”Nn, hnn…!”
As the thickest part reached the opening, she felt herself stretching wide. For a fleeting second, she worried it might be too much, but her body accepted it with ease.
’Well done. Truly impressive, Your Majesty.’
”Hah, hah…”
She imagined him praising her, patting her head. The sensation of the solid object filling her was quite different from the soft slime, and a shiver ran through her. But she wasn’t finished yet.
At the base of the stopper was a wide flange to prevent it from slipping too far inside, and in the center of that base was the switch for the vibration.
’Alright, I’m going to turn it on now.’
Guided by the voice in her head, she clicked the switch. A low thrum began inside her—a steady, buzzing vibration. It wasn’t the overwhelming intensity of the ⁹ Tremble-Dildo-Buddy, but Cecile could feel her arousal reaching new heights.
She sat up and threw off her nightgown, discarding her undergarments as well so she could touch her chest. She rolled her peaks between her fingers, letting the sensation synchronize with the rhythm inside her. She decided to skip the ¹⁰ Nipple Clamper tonight; she wanted to let the feeling build slowly on its own.
”Wait…?”
As she shifted, her knee brushed against something soft. It was the slime she had left on the bed. When she reached out to touch it, it quivered and wriggled. Having been evicted from its cozy home, it was searching for a new place to settle.
Cecile had no way of knowing the creature’s instincts. But a sudden, stray thought crossed her mind—one entirely without hidden intent. She wondered what would happen if she put it in the other opening.
Human curiosity knows no bounds; it can lead to brilliant discoveries or tear open the gates of trouble. Her curiosity was of the latter variety—completely random and impulsive.
”Hmm…”
Cecile gripped the edge of the slime, shaping it into a point as she usually did before insertion. She then guided it toward her front. She imagined the squishy texture would feel wonderful. However…
”What…! You little…!”
In her hand, the slime suddenly flattened itself and flipped over, desperately trying to get away from the wrong opening. Naturally, Kento had anticipated this kind of human error.
His safety-conscious mindset, forged in a world of strict regulations, meant he had programmed the creature to resist any unintended use, even if it wasn’t strictly dangerous.
Cecile remembered the warning in the manual—’Do not use in any opening other than the rear’—but the slime’s frantic struggling only sparked a competitive streak in her.
”Stay still…!”
Since the tip kept slipping away, she physically leaned over the creature, pressing her lap down against it. It was every bit as soft and substantial as she had imagined. She couldn’t help but grind against it, her body searching for the right angle. She wondered if this was what certain other intimate acts felt like.
She decided she would simply press herself against it until it had no choice but to accept her. She pushed down harder, her hips moving with intent.
”Nn… ah…”
Again, the slime was perfectly clean, so there was no risk of infection. But Kento hadn’t left things at a simple refusal.
Once the pressure from the ‘incorrect’ opening was applied, the magic commands woven into the slime’s core during its creation were triggered. It was time for the ‘retaliation’ against the one who dared to ignore the instructions.”
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Summary:
Queen Cecile enjoys a relaxing evening after a highly productive day, thanks to the effects of her new slime. She marvels at her improved skin and vitality, attributing it to the items from Kento’s shop. While indulging in some private time with various magic tools, she decides to experiment with the slime in an unintended way. Ignoring the manual’s warnings, she tries to force the slime into her front opening. This action triggers a pre-programmed ‘retaliation’ spell designed by Kento for safety and discipline.
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Character Insight:
Cecile’s behavior in this chapter highlights the duality of her character: the hard-working, efficient monarch and the impulsive, almost childlike woman in private. Her growing attachment to Kento’s items shows a shift from mere utility to emotional and physical dependency. Her decision to ignore the ‘safety warnings’ on the slime reveals a streak of arrogance and a competitive nature, believing she can master the creature despite the creator’s instructions. This hubris sets the stage for the magical ‘punishment’ she is about to receive.
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Behind the Scene:
Kento’s ‘safety-first’ engineering is a reflection of modern product liability standards, which he has humorously imported into this fantasy world. The ‘retaliation’ feature is a playful nod to how creators in both worlds try to prevent ‘misuse’ of their inventions.
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Notes:
• Cecile – A high-ranking, powerful woman in the capital who possesses the authority to regulate business and commerce, particularly concerning moral or public order issues. She is currently investigating Kento’s shop, ‘Harvest.’ Have long golden hair, elegant, and wearing expensive white dress with gold accesories.
• Merluza – The Captain of the Royal Guard, a veteran soldier and Lion Beast-person. She testifies to the military necessity and effectiveness of the ‘Tremble Ddo-Buddy’ (which she calls ‘Bob’) for female beast-person soldiers, ensuring job performance isn’t compromised by ‘heat’. Have dull yellow hair, large feline ears, wearing armor, and large scar over the right eye.
• Roland – he younger brother of Queen Cecile and the heir apparent to the Canaria throne. Clean, golden-blonde hair, same color as the Queen, innocent, beautiful face that could be mistaken for a girl but dressed in a boy’s formal wear.
• Kento – The owner of the magic tool shop ‘Harvest,’ which discretely sells adult goods. He’s a former overworked, ordinary salaryman from modern Japan who was suddenly transported (isekai’d) to this fantasy world. He has dark hair and an unremarkable appearance, typically wearing a plain, slightly suspicious-looking shop owner’s clothes looks like Kazuma Satou from certain series. He has a minimal amount of magic power, enough to craft his specialty items.
• Muse – Cecile’s trusted attendant and chief maid, Muse handles sensitive, discreet tasks like espionage and product acquisition. Have sharp, black eyes, wearing maid uniform, and have expressionless face.
• Satsuki – A talented Court Mage who was forced to analyze the shop’s adult magic tools. Miranda’s granddaughter. Now she’s the new worker at Harvest, a development she finds both humiliating and surprisingly fulfilling due to the rapid progress in her research under Kento’s guidance. Has long black hair, palace mage robe, and staff.
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