Why is this happening?
Right now, I’m struck by the deep desire to flee from this place. I don’t mind messing up as, personally, the urge to scratch my head in frustration was hard to ignore. However, when I remember the maid who had worked tirelessly on my hard-to-style silver hair, I relented. Forgetting to blink, I stared blankly at nothing while thinking about how stupid it was to be worrying about my hairstyle at a time like this.
The gorgeous chandelier hurt my eyes. Furthermore, the stares of those around me also hurt and I heard an uncomfortable buzzing in my ears.
I can assure you that the ones attracting the most attention at this venue are us. The central figure is the Crown Prince of this country, His Royal Highness Leonhardt von Vanstein. His beautiful, fluffy honey-colored hair shines brightly and his violet eyes are directed straight towards me. Standing before him, locking eyes, is me: Lucie von Schönburg, his fiancée and the eldest daughter of Earl Schönburg.
Behind His Highness is Catalina von Valmar. She’s a pretty girl with loosely curled pink hair and young leaf-colored eyes. She must have been the eldest daughter of Earl Valmar.
This is unmistakably a familiar sight. I’ve seen this scenario many times in my previous life.
Oh, I’m dead.
This time for sure, I definitely had the expression of a Tibetan fox.
In my past life, I was an average citizen living in Japan; a country that does not exist in this world. This situation is exactly like the event CG when the heroine is protected by the prince and the villainess is condemned. It is from an otome game that I, who had no boyfriend, played in my past life.
The heroine’s name is Cataline by default, the prince is Leonhardt, and the villainess is Lucie. It’s surely not a coincidence that all the names match. In the game, this is a Happy Ending for the heroine, and a Game Over for the villainess. What a mess.
“Um, Your Highness…shouldn’t we stop here?”
“Lady Lucie, I can’t do that.”
His Highness was laughing but his eyebrows were slightly lowered. His eyes weren’t laughing at all. I’ve been his fiancée for a year and a half so I can tell when he’s upset.
“I will not forgive the sin of trying to trap my beloved,” said Prince Leonhardt. Catalina, who was standing behind him, clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest. Her shoulders were small and trembling, but she was looking at me with pursed lips. It was like she had a plan. I looked back at her, while thinking that she was a perfectly healthy girl putting on the facade of being frightened.
Honestly, I want to look away and faint.
“Lady Catalina has launched a complaint saying that you have been harassing her.”
“…Isn’t that a misunderstanding?”
“Lady Lucie…!” Catalina says my name full of blame. She had tears in her eyes, which looked ready to spill at any moment. It was certainly the perfect look for a victim. Was she really claiming that she was being bullied by me?
After watching the situation, His Highness took a deep breath and stared straight into my eyes. I wanted to look away, but there was a silent pressure coming from him, which prevented me from doing so.
“…She ruined my dress by splashing red wine on me.”
“…Yes, I admit that, but it wasn’t on purpose.”
It really hadn’t been on purpose at all. After recalling my past memories, I had tried to stay as far away from Catalina as possible. It was the same at this evening party, but she had approached me. When I noticed her and tried to escape, another young lady bumped into me and I spilled red wine on Catalina’s dress before falling over in embarrassment.
…By no means had it been intentional. I had gotten more hurt from falling down than she’d had from wine being splashed onto her. I was so embarrassed at the time that I wanted to quickly disappear. I really won’t forgive the woman who’d bumped into me in the first place.
“There is a witness who says that she saw you push her down the stairs.”
“…I don’t remember anything like that. I did see her rolling down, but she fell by herself. I hadn’t touched her at all.”
I’d kept avoiding Catalina because of the wine incident, but had met her again when I was descending the stairs at another evening party. As she was walking up, she grinned at me before suddenly screaming and rolling down the steps.
It was then that I had become convinced that she was a reincarnated individual, the same as myself. Maybe she’s trying to force the harassment events because I wouldn’t bully her. Honestly, Catarina was terrifying to me. Thanks to her frightened eyes and fallen state, people began to whisper that I had pushed her down on purpose.
Even now, when confronting her like this, I get unpleasant sweats, nausea and dizziness. I want to lose consciousness. I honestly want to faint and let everyone else figure this out while I’m not there. His Highness Prince Leonhardt will likely be able to put two and two together. That’s right, that would be for the best.
His Highness, who had been my fiancé for a year and a half, seemed to have a different idea on how to proceed. When I called his name, he simply smiled at me. I let out a groan, looking down. Meanwhile, Catalina took a step forward, as if deciding that this was the most opportune moment to attack.
“…And, I heard you at the evening party the other night. You were talking to some men about attacking me…”
In fact, at the evening party in question, Catalina had been attacked in the courtyard. I had no choice but to look at Catalina, who continued trembling in terrified victim performance, with a face as if I’d chewed something bitter. On the other hand, I was wondering why she would go out to the courtyard in the first place.
“Lady Lucie, do you not remember?”
“…Of course not.”
Her accusations were, of course, false. I’d been afraid of Catalina and planning to leave early. You could say that I’m only here right now because that plan had failed. Catalina is a person I fear. It’s ridiculous that I would harass a person like that. I don’t want to get involved with her, I want to run away.
“…Then, let’s prove it.”
His Highness would not allow me to escape. If I’d looked at His Highness resentfully, he would have only stared back with eyes that weren’t laughing. Realizing that I could not escape, I tried to imitate a Tibetal snail. When he saw that expression, however, he laughed.
“Lady Catalina, did you hear that?”
“…In front of the parlor that was prepared for the evening party. I’d gotten a little tired and thought I’d take a break…it was then that I heard Lady Lucie’s voice…”
There are several guest rooms available during evening parties. They are often used by both men and women.
“Though I couldn’t see inside, it was certainly Lady Lucie’s voice. She was speaking with someone, a man.”
“I couldn’t believe that Your Highness’ fiancée would be alone in a room with another man…” she said with her cheeks shyly dyed as she averted her eyes. Catalina dropped her act for a moment and glared. That’s it. Please, don’t say anything else. You should be aware of what might be happening if a man and woman are alone in one room. I felt like we were being stabbed by the eyes surrounding us. I turned red with shame and looked down. What horrible things was she saying!
“You are not suitable to be Prince Leonhardt’s fiancée…!”
Had Catalina really been in front of the door at that time? I squeezed my hands together tightly, unable to raise my face.
“…So you’re saying that the man with Lady Lucie was involved in the plan to attack you/”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Catalina nodded as she answered loudly to His Highness’ question. Her blame filled gaze was directed at me. Oh no, this is no good. Nothing can be done at this point. My face turned pale and shoulders quivered at her ridiculous accusations.
Everyone present at the venue held their breath, watching carefully for what would happen next. It was then that a small laugh echoed throughout the quiet hall.
It was His Highness, who was standing in front of me, that was laughing. Catalina called out his name in astonishment. It was then that he shot her a terribly cold gaze. His glare was so sharp that Catalina’s shoulders shook in fear.
“Yeah…so you’re saying that I was part of such a ridiculous plan.”
“…Eh…no way that must be a lie…um, um…”
Catalina’s eyes alternate between me and His Highness as if she’s seeing something incredible.
I admit that I was certainly in a room with a man that day, but that person was my fiancé, His Highness Prince Leonhardt. A person who was more than a little mischievous.
“No, no, it can’t be…”
While she had been going full speed ahead until just a moment ago, now she had turned blue to the point that I began to pity her. Her entire body was trembling. Unknowingly, she had challenged His Highness himself.
“I just showered my fiancée with love on that day.”
“Ahhhh, please stop Your Highness!!!”
I jumped towards His Highness and desperately begged him to not say anything further. Many people watched me with pity in their eyes. It made me want to dig a hole for myself. In contrast, His Highness, who’d hurriedly turned to me, looked to be in an extremely good mood. He put his arm around my waist and snuggled me to his side.
“The young lady who hit Lady Lucie from behind resulting in the wine to splash on you and the one who said that Lady Lucie pushed you down the stairs happened to be the same person. Apparently they were threatened to cooperate because of a debt. It looks like…Lady Catalina, she was indebted to you.’
I didn’t know that. I wondered when he had looked it up. His Highness’ expression was extremely cold. Catalina, whose attitude had done a 180, quivered and shook, looking like she was about to collapse. The roles should have been reversed; with me being condemned and her held by his Highness.
“I said it at the beginning. I won’t forgive the sin of trying to trap my beloved.”
Catalina had probably been convinced that his ‘beloved’ was no one other than herself. His Highness’ ‘beloved’ in the original game had been Catalina, after all.
His Highness supported me as I watched Catalina being taken away. I felt like I was ready to break and collapse. The condemnation event, which was supposed to be my Game over, had changed. Now, I’m standing safely with my feet on the ground…but I feel like I’m about to fall.
“…Now there isn’t any reason to run away from me anymore, is there?”
I give a little nod to His Highness as he whispers this into my ear. At the evening party the other night, when I had planned to leave early, I was cornered by His Highness and devoured. It was then that I confessed. Not about having a previous life, but instead that since I met His Highness, I had dreams about repeatedly harassing Catalina and eventually being convicted and executed by her and His Highness at today’s event.
Many things had happened, but the worst future had been avoided and I was still here as His Highness’ fiancée. As His Highness and I left the venue, with him supporting the ready-to-collapse me, I thought it was all because of Catalina that he now looked at me with such warm eyes.
When we left the glittering venue, I was held in his arms and taken to his private room as we didn’t know who would interrupt if we used a guest room.
I was relieved to be let go when we arrived at the room, but this was short-lived as I was hugged firmly soon after.
I was kissed lightly several times. Our lips made small smacking noises, before His Highness slowly traced my upper and lower lips with the tip of his tongue. Then, he gently nibbled on my lips before a warm tongue invaded my open mouth. He traced my teeth and entwined his tongue with my own.
At the same time, he grasped my hips tightly, embracing me. His Highness ‘excitement’ pressed against my stomach. My body responded, with my secret place getting hot and feeling a sweet tingle.
He released my lips, letting out a warm exhale. The top of my dress was pulled down and my humble chest was exposed. When the stimulation makes my body shake, His Highness mischievously smiles and begins sucking on my pink nipples.
I was teased by his tongue. Every time he sucked, my lower body became greedier. The unattended nipple was promptly pulled at by his pointer finger and thumb. My thighs had begun to rub against one another and a pool of wetness accumulated between my legs.
I was picked up by His Highness, who must have noticed, and laid down on the bed. I hurriedly pushed against his body and tried to get up, but before I could, His Highness, who was hovering over me, thrust his hand underneath my dress and dexterously pulled my underwear off.
“Shouldn’t it be something else?”
He stared down at me with hot eyes and laughed, exuding sex appeal. He relaxed only around me. I swallowed hard when I noticed the tent in his pants.
“…Rest assured, marry me.”
When I nod at his words, His Highness laughs with satisfaction and softly kisses my cheek. Then, he takes my right hand and uses it to squeeze his cock. His hardness was hot in my hands and I was quivering from the sensation alone. My face turned red and I looked away, hearing a small laugh in response. His Highness’ hand, which grasped my own, slowly moved up and down his dick.
His Highness’ voice leaked, his appearance reflecting the excitement. I unconsciously held my breath and stared at him. His eyelids were trembling and his long eyelashes fluttered, edging closer to his eyebrows. The exhilaration was intensely sexy.
A transparent liquid overflew from the tip, acting as a lubricant and causing the speed of our hands to naturally speed up. Imagining how it might come inside me someday made my honey overflow into His Highness’ hand. He had snuck his hand up my skirt and began stroking me, causing a scream from my lips.
He stared at me with his enchanting eyes and traced my slit with his fingertips. I trembled with pleasure, feeling heavenly, as he penetrated slightly to touch the bud beneath my folds.
While letting out a squeak, I was rubbed at with both fast and slow movements. My body felt weak, so I let go of His Highness and let my body collapse into the mattress. He crawled up towards my face and kissed the wound on my shoulder.
It had been inflicted on me a year and a half ago, when I protected Prince Leonhardt. Originally, there was meant to be only a small scar on my right arm due to the assassination attempt of His Highness, but the memories of my previous life had cause me to act different, giving me a serious injury, which made me wonder if I was dead nor alive. As a result, His Highness had given me an amazing amount of affection.
The scar had been traced with His Highness’ fingertips and licked many times. It’s a constant every time we’re intimate and it always thrills me.
In this last year and a half, I had repeatedly thought about running away from His Highness. It was incredible being loved by His Highness, but when I thought that I would lose that love at today’s condemnation event, I was afraid to trust it.
I recalled the appearance of the game version of Lucie who had died in the confusion of trying to kill the heroine. Even though I tried to run and not be captivated by Prince Leonhardt, we had repeatedly been intimate. I loved His Highness so much that I couldn’t help it.
That’s why I was very relieved by today’s events.
My dress is rolled up and something hot is pulsing between my clenched thighs. When my core was rubbed a strong pleasure shook me.
He pulled out from my thighs before pushing in again. This action was repeated many times as I was left panting, the waves of pleasure rolling over me from head to toe.
“…Does it feel good?”
He grabbed my hips and rocked me, clouded by lust. Nothing had been inserted, but the sound of skin bumping against each other still echoed throughout the room along with the rough breaths of His Highness and my sweet moans.
“Ah, ah, ah…ah…”
He ground against my clit and my back arched in pleasure, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and seeing while. Both of us were near our respective climaxes. His Highness moaned a little before letting go and releasing a cloudy liquid onto my breasts.
He’d kept his promise to keep our chastity until we’re married. Though, I feel like it’s hard to call it ‘chastity’ just because he hasn’t inserted it yet, but I can’t resist him. I’m starting to expect it and I just can’t seem to escape His Highness.