Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 545: It must be because I drank too muChapter

Warm breath brushed against her neck, accompanied by a refreshing, subtle fragrance. Lyra moistened her lips. No matter how she averted her gaze, her eyes couldn’t escape Astrid’s two slender, lustrous silk-clad legs draped over her waist.

Praised by Emperor Hibbort as the empire’s most dazzling gem, this former third imperial princess, now regent, was far more than just beautiful. Her, her figure, everything about her beauty reigned supreme.

Not to mention the full, proud breasts pressed snugly against Lyra’s back, or those two elegant, silk-wrapped legs beneath the strapless white stockings, an irresistible sight.

The thin fabric covered fair, cool skin. The smooth texture of the white silk was clearly visible under moonlight. The lace-trimmed stocking tops gently squeezed the thigh flesh, connected by suspenders to the inner lining above. Although pure white, a symbol of innocence, when worn on Astrid’s legs, every inch exuded seduction, whether seen from above or below.

Her gaze traced the lace patterns and silver ribbons bordering the stockings, following the snow-white, supple thighs downward. Her rounded knees faintly blushed pink, and her straight, silky-smooth calves reflected the dim moonlight. Her delicate ankles lean gently against Lyra’s leg, revealing the soft arch and tender pink-tinged heel, a vision like an exquisite, dreamlike white velvet cake adorned with sweetness.

Seeing Lyra silent for so long, merely softening her eyes in thought, Astrid’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Her nimble, silk-covered foot pressed against Lyra’s calf. The soft tip of her reinforced stocking gently touched the skin, delivering a cool, tender sensation.

This finally snapped Lyra back to reality. Her sky-blue pupils refocused on the nightgown before her. Realizing she’d been staring at Astrid like this ever since that remark, the pink-haired girl’s cheeks flushed even deeper, her embarrassment surpassing even the moment Astrid had spread her legs, without a doubt.

"W-what black...?" Lyra stammered.

Although her mind and body were essentially laid bare before the woman behind her, she still wanted to keep a tiny part reserved, especially her personal tastes. At least not revealing everything, maxing out her embarrassment.

If exposed, Astrid will surely seize the chance and tease her mercilessly.

"..."

Wait... she didn’t actually mind that much, did she...

But at the very least, she couldn’t let Astrid think she was some perverted maid.

You’re supposed to be a holy knight striving to marry a princess. Be a little more dignified, Lyra.

Although objectively speaking, someone who’d just achieved complete self-harmony within Astrid’s embrace hardly embodies dignity, at least right now, Lyra’s thoughts managed to reach this level.

What a foolish maid.

Astrid thought to herself, then spoke with a maid’s respectful tone toward her master.

"Reporting to my master, of course it’s the clothes on my body and the stockings on my legs."

"If I wore black instead, would that excite Lyra a little more?"

As the melodious voice reached her ears, Lyra seemed to envision the scene, a cool, black-dressed Princess Astrid sitting on the bed, gently kicking off one high heel, the other dangling from the tip of her elegant, black-silk-clad foot. Her crossed legs made the shoes sway slightly, the glossy leather ends shimmering alluringly.

A-Astrid... isn’t this too direct?!

Thinking of the other’s noble status, the black dress and black stockings emphasized it further. Combined with the current intimate atmosphere, the temperature at Lyra’s ears rose another degree.

If Astrid appears in that form... she might handle it even worse...

After a brief few seconds of thought, worried that continuing would make Astrid suspect guilt, Lyra pushed herself up slightly with her hands on the sheets and softly insisted.

"...I wouldn’t." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

If that really happened, she’d definitely be even more embarrassed.

Astrid curled her lips upon hearing this, naturally detecting Lyra’s reluctance. The graceful arch of her silk-covered foot gently overlapped the girl’s ankle as her pink lips parted.

"Really now... Master~"

"Your usual behavior clearly doesn’t look like... someone uninterested..."

The seductive, alluring voice echoed through the room. Astrid lowered her head slightly, her lips nearing Lyra’s nape, barely touching.

"If not, then I’ll obey my master’s current order. I won’t wear them for Lyra to see again."

After all, someone doesn’t like it anyway.

Hearing Astrid say this, Lyra’s cheeks reddened further, her voice barely a whisper.

"How did it become wearing them for me to see..."

Before she came to the capital, Astrid probably dressed like this too.

Astrid faintly in response, remaining silent for a while before speaking.

"So, is Lyra trying to say that?"

"..."

Astrid was absolutely, definitely doing this on purpose.

Unable to calm her turbulent emotions, emotionally exposed and publicly humiliated, Lyra’s ears burned hot. Her inner shyness surged into playful annoyance as she turned her flushed face towards Astrid.

Her skirt hem clenched tightly in her hands, her pearly teeth gently biting her pink lips, she looked exactly like a pink-haired puppy, provoked but too timid to bite.

"...It’s not."

"Then what is it?" Astrid asked, feigning confusion.

If Astrid kept holding onto this topic like this, she’d never be able to counterattack.

Staring at the silver-haired maid’s rosy, glistening lips moving up and down, Lyra decided not to argue verbally. Instead, she twisted her body and kissed her again.

At least during their kiss, Astrid wouldn’t say things that made her embarrassed explode.

Besides, acting instead of speaking, watching the usually composed Astrid gradually lose control, her flawless fair face quickly flushing red, gave Lyra a satisfying thrill inside.

Teasing me so intensely... yet always staying detached myself...

Now let’s both become strange together.

After a long, passionate kiss, their initial sitting position had shifted into lying down, facing each other, fingers interlaced.

Ending the long, deep kiss, gazing at Astrid who was nearly breathless from her kisses, Lyra felt a slight satisfaction, feeling she’d finally gained ground.

Astrid’s stamina... is really poor...

She couldn’t decide whether it was due to the glass-cannon physique common among mages, or the pampered, luxurious education that left the person before her so physically weak. To Lyra, Astrid simply didn’t seem to last long.

If the silver-haired princess wasn’t so hard to arouse and slow to get into the mood, her stamina would shatter at the slightest touch, if she had Lyra’s temperament, easily inflamed by her lover and extremely sensitive, Astrid’s half of the bedsheet would’ve been ruined long ago.

But then again, wasn’t this a form of complementarity? Whether between Astrid and Lyra’s constitutions, or between Astrid’s own dual traits.

Seeing the faint glint of triumph in Lyra’s eyes, as if she’d won something from her, Astrid blinked several times, her cold crimson pupils flickering with tiny lights.

"It seems I wasn’t mistaken. Lyra really does like my legs..."

Hearing Astrid’s words, feeling a warm, slick sensation on her palm, Lyra froze, then realized where her hand was.

Earlier, during the passionate kiss, Astrid had quietly released her hand. With nothing to hold, Lyra had reached nearby, and accidentally placed her hand on Astrid’s thigh.

The fine, thin silk stocking surface offered an exquisite tactile sensation, the warm, jade-like leg beneath being the essence. It not only provides a coolness absent in actual emerald but also allows the skin to sink in, with slight elasticity making more areas contact the silk, a sensation like an incredibly smooth cream pudding.

Caught by her beloved, Lyra let out a soft "Eh?" Her pretty face bloomed with more blush.

When did she... put it there...

Just as Lyra prepared to withdraw her hand from Astrid’s outer thigh, the latter pursed her lips, slightly increasing the pressure of the hand covering Lyra’s back, effectively stopping her movement.

"...Astrid?"

Lyra voiced her confusion. The next moment, the sensation that had been limited to her palm spread to her back and wrist, as if enveloped by two warm mounds of snow.

Astrid’s expression remained unchanged, still exuding that cold yet slightly bewitching succubus-like charm. Under the covers, two long, shapely silk-clad legs quietly tightened.

"Wooh?"

Mentally captured instantly by Astrid’s move, Lyra lay dazed in place. Her body temperature, already unsettled by that earlier kiss, rose again. Only the rustling sound of fabric rubbing filled her ears, and a faint dampness gradually spread.

"Shall we do it again... Lyra?"

Astrid gazed into Lyra’s eyes, her fingertip lightly tapping her own lips.

"After all, the night is still long."

............

As expected, under Astrid’s, Lyra guidance properly released the accumulated mental and physical pressure. When she finally pulled her hand out, her legs felt somewhat weak.

The imperial regent... was practically a succubus...

Simply lying beside her, gently guiding her with a soft voice, clamping one of her hands while letting the other move freely.

And then... she turned into a boiling kettle...

And tonight was far from just steaming gently.

Lyra’s mana transfer had ceased the moment she first kissed Astrid. The Peak tier Master Knight’s strong resistance rapidly broke down the alcohol, and with all the intense physical activity, the process only accelerated.

"Lyra, please sit up for a moment. I’ll change the bed sheets before sleeping."

"O-oh... okay..."

The dampness beneath her was indeed uncomfortable. Besides, dry-wet separation was essential for quality sleep.

Although her legs were weak, she could still stand. Lyra slipped on her slippers, gently sitting down on the chair.

"I... I’ll take another shower too..."

She’d sweated quite a bit earlier. Not just the sheets, but her body needed cleaning too.

"Mm."

Watching Astrid tidy the bed, Lyra bit her lip and walked into the washroom, facing the central mirror.

The pink-haired girl in the mirror had rosy cheeks. Her silken nightgown clung tightly to her shapely figure, slightly translucent due to the light perspiration.

The previous bath... was essentially wasted.

She turned on the crystal stone, cleansing her body anew. As steam began to spread, Lyra looked at her hands.

Her left hand still seemed to retain moisture, hard to forget even after wiping with a silk handkerchief. Her right hand had only a faint dampness, barely noticeable if not examined closely.

Wait... why was her right hand...

Recalling Astrid’s gently crossed legs earlier, a bold idea surfaced in Lyra’s mind.

Could it be... Astrid also felt the same way...

Thinking of those eyes that seemed to hold a pool of spring water, unusually fluttering compared to her usual calm, Lyra grew even more convinced.

Hot water rose paste on her knees. Having removed her nightgown, Lyra lost the chance to verify immediately. Sitting in the bathtub, her thoughts swirled endlessly.

So many things happened tonight... far too much...

Astrid liked her too, and taught her how to feel pleasure.

Lady Linda and her personal maid... so that was what it felt like...

Now that theory has become practice, could she also do the same, helping Astrid relax too?

Without realizing it, she’d soaked for a long time. When Lyra emerged, Astrid had already replaced the bedding, including pillows and sheets.

Watching Astrid, standing straight with hands gently tugging the black-and-white bow at her neck, Lyra’s gaze lingered on her face before finally sitting on the bed.

"I’ll take another shower and come serve Lyra," Astrid said.

Everything that happened affected not only Lyra but Astrid herself as well.

Hearing Astrid’s words, Lyra glanced at the steaming cup of black tea by the bedside, took a sip, and replied softly.

"O-okay... go ahead, Astrid..."

Watching the other’s retreating figure, Lyra suddenly remembered the thought she’d had while sitting in the bathtub.

If Astrid went to the washroom now to bathe and change her entire outfit, including the white silk on her legs, wouldn’t she never know whether Astrid had truly been aroused earlier?

But she couldn’t possibly stop Astrid or ask her to lift her maid’s skirt... to check...

The mere thought made Lyra’s face burn crimson, wishing she could bury her head in the pillow and bang it against the bed frame.

Lyra, what strange things are you thinking about?!

The washroom door shut with a thud, as if closing the door on Lyra’s curiosity too.

The girl pressed her two tender, lotus-root-like white legs together, her pearly teeth gently nibbling the porcelain teacup’s rim.

It must be because I drank too much.