I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 120

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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I tried to calm my racing heart as I walked down the hallway leading to Cecilia’s bedroom. The hallways of the Imperial Palace seemed unusually short today.

I had been summoned to her bedroom, of all places, so I had no idea what she would do to me this time. But I couldn’t exactly refuse an order from the Empress.

‘Stay calm.’

At least one thing was certain: I wasn’t in danger of being killed by Cecilia. Even if I misspoke a couple of times, she wouldn’t just grab her holy sword and chop off my head.

It was a common trap choice in the game, but things were different here. The fact that I wasn’t in danger of dying was enough reason to stay calm.

After checking my uniform one last time, I steeled my nerves and stood in front of Cecilia’s bedroom door. My heart pounded several times faster than usual.

The bedroom door was considerably smaller than the one leading to the central hall. It was just tall enough for me to pass through without hitting my head.

But it was no less extravagant. The door was made of pure gold and adorned with jewels, each one larger than my eye, arranged in perfect harmony.

I carefully gripped the long, golden handle. The maid had told me that the moment I touched the handle, the protective magic engraved on the door would activate.

If I was deemed to harbor malicious intent or ill intentions, I would be immediately disposed of. But no one knew the exact conditions or mechanism of this disposal, except for Minerva, the caster of the magic.

After a short while, I heard a click. The lock had disengaged. It seemed the protective magic didn’t consider me a threat.

‘The maid said it would open on its own if I waited.’

I released the handle and waited for the door to open completely. Since Cecilia had summoned me, there were no other complicated procedures I needed to follow.

As I waited, I mentally reviewed the etiquette and precautions Aurora and the Knight Commanders had told me about before leaving for the Imperial Palace, as well as the maid’s advice.

My pace should be neither too fast nor too slow. My gaze should be directed slightly below eye level, my back straight until I knelt to show respect. And never make eye contact.

I entered the room, maintaining the proper posture. The door closed behind me as soon as I stepped inside. Click. The sound of the lock engaging followed.

Click, click.

Two more clicks.

‘…Why does it feel like there are more locks now than when I opened the door?’

Maybe it was just my imagination.

I pushed aside the unsettling feeling and took a few more steps into the bedroom. Cecilia stood inside.

The curtains were drawn open, and she was leaning against the window sill, her expression lost in thought as she basked in the breeze blowing in from outside.

‘Her clothes…’

But her outfit was completely different from what I expected.

Instead of her usual uniform, Cecilia was wearing a suit that covered her entire body.

The first thing I noticed was her pristine white shirt. It was the only white garment amongst all the black, so it naturally drew my attention.

Her ample bosom and the cleavage it formed, which were usually on full display when she wore her uniform, were now hidden beneath the shirt. The shirt tucked neatly into her trousers further emphasized the neatness of her attire.

Of course, it didn’t make much of a difference. Her breasts, though not as large as Lize’s or the Pope sisters’, were still quite substantial, straining against the fabric of her shirt.

The buttons on her shirt were stretched taut, as if about to burst, unable to be fully concealed by her tie. It seemed like either her chest was too large, or the shirt was too small.

Or maybe both.

Because of her large breasts, the tie, which should have been hanging neatly over her shirt, was half-floating in the air from her chest down. A glimpse of black lingerie peeked out from between the gap.

The material of her shirt was so thin that the outline of her lingerie was clearly visible. It was a size that couldn’t even cover half of her chest.

Her long, loose trench coat, unbuttoned, only served to accentuate her cleavage.

And her trousers, so tight that I wondered if she could even sit down while wearing them, clung to her legs, showcasing her figure.

They were as tight as the leggings worn by the Golden Twilight Knights. The curves of her hips and thighs were emphasized even more than when she wore her uniform skirt.

‘She’s not revealing anything, but…’

Despite the lack of exposed skin, her overall appearance was incredibly alluring.

Her golden eyes turned to me. The holy sword in her hand gradually faded, dissolving into a glimmer of light before disappearing completely.

“You arrived on time.”

“I heard you summoned me. May I ask why?”

I suppressed my questions. I wanted to ask why she had changed her clothes, but I didn’t think I would get a straight answer. Or she might propose some outrageous deal.

Cecilia looked me up and down a few times, then pushed herself off the window sill and started walking towards me. The clicking of her heels echoed through the room.

“I have a task for you.”

“What is it?”

I asked nervously, unsure of what to expect.

Cecilia turned around, her back facing me. She twisted her hips and spread her arms slightly, accentuating the curves of her hips and waist.

“Undress me.”

“……Pardon?”

“I said, undress me. Start with this coat.”

My mind froze. I genuinely couldn’t understand her command. She wanted me to undress her? Why?

“Wouldn’t it be better if a maid—”

Cecilia’s head snapped towards me, cutting me off mid-sentence. Her golden eyes were much colder than before.

“I want to get out of these constricting clothes right now. Are you perhaps defying my order?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Then prove it with your actions.”

With those words, Cecilia turned her head away again. I hesitantly approached her. I could smell her faint perfume even before I got close.

Now that I was standing behind her, I didn’t know where to put my hands. If I touched her collar, it would look like I was grabbing her neck. And if I touched her front, it would be an awkward, suggestive position.

‘…I guess the front is better than the back.’

I made up my mind and reached out to Cecilia. I carefully avoided touching her body as much as possible and gently grasped the front of her coat near her collarbone.

I ended up practically hugging her from behind, and I was worried she might get angry, but Cecilia surprisingly didn’t react at all.

I tried to ignore the glimpse of her white nape visible through her hair, and the swell of her breasts pushing against her shirt, as I pulled the front of her coat down.

My hand brushed against her collarbone and shoulder. Still no reaction.

The collar and shoulders of her coat slid down further. The scent of Cecilia, trapped between her shirt and coat, filled my nostrils. It was a sweet, honey-like scent.

I felt a sudden dizziness. I shook my head, trying to regain my composure and focus on something else as I attempted to remove her coat completely. But my arm got caught on something, causing me to pause.

It was Cecilia’s slightly bent elbow.

I couldn’t remove her coat because her elbow was half-bent upwards. As I froze, unsure what to do, Cecilia turned her head slightly.

“What are you doing?”

“…Your Majesty, your arm—”

“Are you giving me orders? How impertinent.”

“No, it’s not that…”

I tried to remove her coat despite her bent arm, but it was futile. It was physically impossible without tearing the fabric.

“You’re so frustrating. I suppose I’ll have to give you another order.”

“…….”

“Come closer.”

“Pardon?”

“I said, come closer.”

Cecilia grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. I was dragged towards her in an instant.

My chest pressed against her back, and her hips pressed against my groin. My body instinctively flinched at the soft sensation of her feminine curves against mine.

The sweet honey scent grew stronger. The dampness of her slightly sweaty shirt touched my chest.

I was practically hugging her tightly from behind.

“Your Majesty, this is…”

“The coat is fine now.”

Cecilia’s hand reached for her tie, then pulled my hand towards the buttons on her shirt. The buttons were taut, as if about to burst.

“This is more constricting. Unbutton this first.”

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