The Protagonists of the Novel Escaped – Chapter 135

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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A beautiful princess, her figure voluptuous and alluring.

A charming saintess, her youthful allure captivating.

Each soft breath from the women lying beside me sent my heart racing. Ludmilla and Zebeline seemed to feel the same, a tense silence falling over us the moment we settled into the bed.

“My, your hair is especially soft today.”

The golden-haired princess smiled faintly, reaching out to gently stroke my gray hair.

I felt like a pampered pet.

Now I understood how Rue felt, constantly showered with affection.

Perhaps it was the black lingerie, her skin practically glowing beneath the thin fabric. Or maybe it was the way her ample breasts brushed against my arm. Either way, with each touch, a warmth spread through me, settling in my lower abdomen.

“Of course, I meticulously brush it for you every day. If I didn’t, it would become a tangled mess, like a thicket of vines…”

Zebeline’s silver hair cascaded over me as she joined in, stroking my head.

With each gentle caress, a soft giggle escaped her lips.

“You’ve been unusually quiet since we got into bed. Are you nervous, perhaps?”

“Having such a cute saintess lying right beside me… how could I not be nervous?”

Last night, Rue had served as a sort of protective totem, allowing me to maintain a semblance of composure. Without her, I would have been completely at the mercy of Elizabetta’s allure, spending the night tossing and turning.

Unfortunately, Rue wasn’t present tonight.

Had she been bribed by Ludmilla and Zebeline? Or perhaps Elizabetta had somehow convinced her to leave us alone.

Their gentle caresses sent shivers down my spine. Their soft breaths and warm skin against mine amplified the already charged atmosphere.

“You’re usually so composed… but tonight, you seem rather tense. It makes me want to tease you.”

“Please don’t. Just… hold me.”

“I refuse.”

“…”

Was my nervousness arousing her?

The golden-haired princess boldly closed the distance between us, her ample bosom pressing against my arm. It was a daring move, unlike her usual reserved demeanor.

“Mmm…! Hnn…”

A firm, yet yielding, warmth pressed against my skin through the thin fabric of her lingerie.

Her nipple.

Ludmilla rubbed her breast against my arm, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Her sensual sounds filled the quiet bedroom. Zebeline, perhaps spurred by Ludmilla’s boldness, began rubbing her thighs together, letting out a soft whimper.

“Touch me. Caress my breasts with your hands…”

“I would like the same.”

Ludmilla and Zebeline reached out, grabbing my arms.

The princess guided my hand to her breasts.

The saintess placed my hand on her thigh.

I cupped Ludmilla’s ample breast in my hand, my fingers brushing against her nipple. My other hand caressed Zebeline’s smooth, warm thigh.

They were using me like a personal pleasure device, their moans growing louder as they lost themselves in their own desires.

“Mmm… hnn…”

“Ahh!”

Ludmilla’s nipple seemed particularly sensitive. She subtly guided my fingers, urging me to tease her.

Zebeline’s sensitive spot was her inner thigh.

Warm and moist.

Her arousal was evident, her fluids slick against my skin. With each caress, her body trembled.

“Hnn…”

“Ahh! S-Stop…!”

I decided to indulge their desires.

I gently pinched Ludmilla’s nipple.

And simultaneously, my fingers caressed Zebeline’s core, teasing her.

Their moans intensified as I focused on their most sensitive areas.

“You…!”

“As you wish.”

Ludmilla, abandoning all pretense of propriety, reached out to me. Her gesture was clear: ‘Embrace me. Kiss me.’

I responded, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.

Ludmilla shifted, lying on her back as I moved on top of her, our kiss deepening. I traced the curve of her cheek with my fingers, savoring the moment. She tentatively responded, her tongue exploring my mouth.

“Mmm… mm…”

We exchanged saliva, our tongues intertwining.

Our bodies pressed together, sharing warmth.

Should I take things further?

I trailed my fingers along her delicate shoulder, slowly unfastening the straps of her lingerie. She arched her back, making it easier for me to remove the garment.

“Ah…”

I slid the black lingerie down her torso, revealing her full breasts.

Her nipples, taut and erect.

Her areolas, a delicate shade of pink.

And her skin, as white and smooth as freshly fallen snow.

She covered her breasts with her hands, a blush creeping up her cheeks. But she didn’t resist as I gently removed her hands.

“W-What do you think… of my breasts?”

“They’re beautiful. So soft.”

“Ahh! Don’t squeeze so hard…! Ahh!”

“As you wish.”

Having restrained myself for so long, it was difficult to simply admire her ample breasts.

I cupped them in my hands, gently massaging and teasing her nipples.

“Edan, me… me too! Touch me, please…!”

“Alright.”

I kissed Ludmilla softly before turning to Zebeline, clad in her light blue undergarments.

A delicate floral scent wafted from her skin. I buried my face in her stomach, inhaling her sweet fragrance.

I kissed her smooth skin and caressed her thighs. As expected, a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Let me see you without these.”

“P-Pervert!”

I asked the saintess to undress.

Zebeline protested, a blush creeping up her cheeks, but she reached for the clasp of her bra.

—Click.

The bra unfastened, revealing her small, delicate breasts.

Her nipples were small, her areolas a pale pink. But even her modest bust possessed a certain charm. Her breasts were perfectly formed, like two smooth, round saucers.

“Ahh…”

I buried my face between her breasts, gently nipping at her nipples.

Zebeline gasped, her arms wrapping around my head.

“Do you like it?”

“You’re… teasing me. Don’t ask such embarrassing questions…!”

“Your expression tells me you enjoyed it. I can tell just by looking at you.”

“S-Shut up!”

Zebeline’s face was flushed, her arousal evident. Her lower body was slick with her own fluids.

As expected of a saintess.

Such a copious amount from such a petite opening.

Her arousal was clearly visible through the damp fabric of her light blue panties.

“Don’t… don’t stare at me like that! It’s embarrassing!”

“It’s a vagina. I’m allowed to look.”

Her smooth, hairless mound was a sight to behold.

But Zebeline, seemingly embarrassed, covered herself with her hands.

“I’m at my limit.”

Could any man possibly resist the sight of a princess and a saintess, both so beautiful and desirable, transformed into passionate lovers?

No.

Such a man couldn’t possibly exist.

Ludmilla and Zebeline lay on the bed, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Their bodies, writhing beneath the sheets, pleaded for release.

I reached into the drawer and retrieved a small box.

A condom.

I had placed it there as a precaution before sharing a bed with Elizabetta. Pregnancy was a serious matter, even if we were engaged.

’Hmm.’

I was rather impressed by my own foresight.

Now, I could fully indulge their desires without worrying about any unforeseen consequences.

“You…!”

“That’s… a contraceptive, isn’t it? I’ve heard of them.”

Ludmilla and Zebeline reached for the box.

Were they planning to put it on for me?

Such exceptional service from an Imperial Princess and the Holy Kingdom’s Saintess… I lay back on the bed, anticipating their ministrations.

“Hmm?”

Ludmilla’s hand ignited, flames flickering to life.

And Zebeline’s hand crackled with electricity.

—Whoosh.

The box burst into flames.

The condom inside was instantly reduced to ashes.

“Contraceptives are unnecessary. We must present the Emperor with a fait accompli. Do your best to ensure the continuation of the Valtarian bloodline.”

“Contraceptives go against the Holy Kingdom’s pious teachings. Are you planning to prevent the miracle of life for a moment of fleeting pleasure? As the First Saintess, I command you. Fill me with your seed.”

So, their goal was pregnancy.

They hadn’t even considered contraception.

I’m screwed.

I stared at the pile of ashes on the bed, my heart sinking.

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