If You Win, Your Prize Is The Princess

“Oh, welcome back,” Luna said. “How was Lady Eyrie?”

“I’m back,” Sylia said. “And about my Master… we just talked normally.”

Yes, Sylia replied to Luna’s politeness, but she couldn’t say that Eyrie was about to leave the country tomorrow.

More than that, Sylia was surprised by the “disastrous” state of the reception venue.

“It looks like things have gotten pretty exciting here…” Sylia said.

“Yeah, it has…” Luna replied. “It seems that the liquor has made its way around.”

The difference from before Sylia chased after Eyrie was so terrible.

Some groups were making so much noise they were almost a nuisance, some are completely focused on eating and drinking, and some are still making peaceful conversation, but only a few.

“That’s Sir Magusa, right?” Sylia asked.

“It seems so…” Luna said.

As they look at Magusa, he seems to be making a lot of noise, and unbelievably, Kranz is with him. There wasn’t even a remnant of his cool demeanor left.

“Alcohol is terrifying…” Luna muttered.

Sylia could only nod, recalling her life experiences.

After that, the party remained lively for quite a while, and by the time it was over, it was well into the night.

“Lady Sylia, thank you for today,” Yubel said.

“Thank you, Yubel,” Luna said. “I’m really happy to have held such a grand celebration.”

And, now that it’s all over, the guests leave and the servants start rushing in.

Yubel and Feuille, who had been invited guests, are now back to their usual maid’s clothes and joining in the clean-up. The professionalism is incredible.

“Hmm, what is it?” Sylia asked.

“You weren’t thinking of cleaning up, were you?” Yubel asked.

Not accustomed to eating and drinking as much as she wanted without having to help clean up after, Sylia tried to do so in her pure white dress and Yubel got angry at her.

“If we let the stars of the show clean up, the servant’s heads will fly,” Yubel said as Sylia tried to help.

It seemed she wasn’t joking, Sylia could only bow apologetically and say, “I’m sorry…”

“Well, I’m sorry, but I’ll be leaving now…” Sylia said.

“It’s one of our duties,” Yubel said. “You should head back to your room as much as possible, Lady Sylia. You’re keeping the Young Miss waiting.”

“R-Right,” Sylia said.

I mean, why are you still here? Yubel didn’t say that out loud, but Sylia could tell it from her eyes.

(I don’t want to go back to our room…) Sylia thought.

After Sylia returned to the venue earlier, Luna rushed to her immediately. Sylia could tell Luna was tired, probably because of all the greetings, but Sylia was happy to see Luna enjoying herself.

However, her Master’s words were still stuck in her mind.

“Even though it’s your first night, don’t get too enthusiastic.”

It’s not that she hasn’t thought about it.

Sylia is about a year older, she’s not without sexual knowledge, and she has fantasized about her honeymoon with Luna.

However, actually doing it was out of the question.

(Luna is still 13-years-old, Luna is still 13-years-old, Luna is still 13-years-old…)

Sylia doesn’t know what’s the state of sex education in this country, but generally speaking, Luna was still a child. It was just not possible and it went against what she swore when she was welcomed as a member of the Gried family.

“Ah, Lady Sylia?” Yubel asked.

“… Huh?”

Apparently, it seemed Sylia was thinking too much about that. As Yubel anxiously stares at her, Sylia hurriedly assures her nothing is wrong.

“Is that so…?” Yubel asked. Well, you’re tired, you just leave it to us. It’s been a memorable night, so there’s going to be plenty to talk about in the future.”

“Y-Yeah,” Sylia said.

Yubel seemed a little skeptical and annoyed at Sylia, suddenly different from her usual behavior, but she spoke without any malice.

“Ah, perhaps you need us to clear out the people?” Yubel asked.

She may not have meant much by saying that. For Sylia, however, there was only one way she could take it…

“Ah, ugh, ah, that’s…!” Sylia stammered. “I, I’m fine! I won’t do anything, nothing at all–!”

“Ah, wait, Lady Sylia?!” Yubel cried.

Sylia flew off in her dress, her face bright red, as some of the servants saw her, they turned their gazes to Yubel.

“My, my, my, let’s just clear out the guests…” Yubel whispered, surprised by such a dramatic reaction, smiling at how unexpectedly innocent Sylia was.

“Ms. Yubel,” Feuille said, “Lady Sylia has left with great haste…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Yubel said. “More importantly, Feuille, the guards at the Young Miss’s bedroom will be minimal, so you can rest for tonight. You must be tired of attending the party and cleaning up after.”

“I’m feeling fine right now…” Feuille said.

She couldn’t really know because Feuille wasn’t the type who expressed much in the way of emotions, but she really did seem to be able to handle it. As expected as she was an adventurer, albeit a former one.

After thinking about it a bit, Yubel suggested something for after: “Well then, let’s have a quick drink in my room once we’ve made some progress in cleaning up. It is a celebration.”

“Is that okay?!” Feuille asked.

“Yes, it is…” Yubel said.

She just suggested it because she wanted to talk to someone for a bit after such a joyous day, but Feuille seemed to be much more receptive than she expected.

She used to think that it was difficult to read Feuille’s emotions, but now she wondered if that was really the case.

It would take a while before she realized that it was only when Feuille was facing Yubel.

Meanwhile, while Yubel and Feuille were deciding to have a drink later that night, Sylia was quietly standing in front of her room.

“It’s alright,” she said. “I’m not thinking about anything wrong, like usual…”

What would someone who happened to be passing by think?

Fortunately, no one did, but Sylia wasn’t worried about that right now.

“It’ll be fine if you enter normally, it’ll be fine if you enter normally…” Sylia muttered.

Sylia couldn’t enter because she was so worried about the phrase “first night”, but she couldn’t wait outside the door forever, so she finally touched the knob.

“I, I’m back.”

And then, as she pretended to be calm and opened the door, Sylia’s voice echoed back to her. She expected that Luna, who’d already changed clothes, would be preparing to go to bed and would greet Sylia on her return.

However,

“Huh?”

Luna wasn’t in the room. Quite the contrary, there was no light and suspiciously, only the moonlight was illuminating the room.

“Luna… hmm?”

And Sylia finally realized some things. The first was that there was a bottle of wine on their table. The other is that the windows leading to the balcony were slightly open and the curtains were slowly swaying in the gentle night breeze.

(Maybe…) Sylia thought.

She wonders if Luna has drunk alcohol. It’s a well-known fact that Luna gets quite confused after drinking alcohol, and if so, this is definitely going to be difficult.

More so, Sylia doesn’t know if she can keep her wits about her if Luna tries to get physically intimate.

Sylia reflexively swallows her spit, but the worries end for nothing. The bottle of wine was still unopened.

(I wonder if she wanted to drink together,) Sylia thought.

If so, she’s relieved because Sylia can keep Luna from getting drunk and acting strangely.

Anyway, what she should be doing now is talking to Luna on the balcony. The night breeze is cold and she doesn’t want her to get sick.

Before changing out of her wedding dress, Sylia stepped out onto the balcony.

There was a second moon underneath the moonlight.

She was still in her wedding gown, standing with her hands on the balcony railing.

Fascinated by the ethereal sight, Sylia stared at her and forgot to say anything for a while.

Spin, Luna slowly turned around, perhaps hearing the sound of Sylia’s small steps. The way her skirt fluttered was almost a piece of art.

She looked at Sylia and smiled softly. “Welcome back.”

“I’m back…” Sylia said. “Is something wrong? You’re outside.”

Luna smiles self-deprecatingly at the question. “It’s a little uncomfortable inside our room…”

“But it’s cold here in that dress, right?”

Luna’s dress was an open-shoulder design. She should be cold, shouldn’t she?

“It’s getting warmer these days, so it’s okay if I’m out for a bit,” Luna said.

“That is true, but…” Sylia said, worried.

Luna beckons to her. Sylia accepts the invitation and stands beside Luna, putting her hands on the railing as well.

“I talked to my Master like this earlier,” Sylia said.

“What did you talk about?” Luna asked.

“Mm, old stories, about today, and…” Sylia started.

“And?”

Sylia remembered what her Master had said in parting, words she didn’t want to remember. She tried to push it out of her mind, but now that it was back, she couldn’t get it out again. Her Master was terrible.

(Why did you say that…?) Sylia thought, feeling her face heat up, utterly befuddled before she knew it.

Fortunately, Luna didn’t pry too deeply about it.

“Say, Sylia,” Luna said as she put her hand over one of Sylia’s hands on the railing.

“Hmm…?!” Sylia cried, suppressing the urge to jump. However, her being surprised couldn’t be hidden.

“Wha-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What’s wrong?” Sylia stammered.

“Oh, no, I just wanted to touch you… is it okay?” Luna asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine, but… I was just surprised at how sudden it was,” Sylia said.

Luna seemed happy to hear that, but instead of just putting her hand on her body, she snuggled up to Sylia as well. Sylia desperately fought her bodily desires.

“Do you remember?” Luna asked. “You gave me a ring here,” she said as she looked at the rings on their stacked hands.

Apparently, she had replaced it with the band she received during the wedding ceremony, the first ring was shining there on Luna’s finger…

“Of course I remember,” Sylia said. “I can still remember it like it was yesterday.”

On this balcony, Luna and Sylia confessed their love to each other. She couldn’t forget that.

“Did your feelings change since then?” Luna asked.

“N-No, they haven’t!” Sylia cried, flustered. “Rather, they’ve only gotten deeper!”

She wondered if Luna’s feelings had changed, but her cheeks seemed to flush and she smiled happily.

“I feel the same…” Luna said. “Say, Sylia.”

“Yes?”

Luna continues, “You know, I heard this from Lady Eyrie. Apparently, at the wedding ceremonies in her home country, the couple kisses on the lips…”

“I, see?” Sylia asked.

Her Master’s name has come up again. She’s even put something strange in Luna’s head.

Luna blushed shyly, but quietly and shyly muttered, “Ah, don’t you want to do that, Sylia…?”

“Uh, umm? W-What are you talking about…?” Sylia asked.

It was Sylia’s escape route. Based on the flow of conversation so far, you should’ve been able to tell what Luna meant by “that”.

However, Luna wasn’t letting her escape.

“What I was talking about is… don’t you want to kiss on the mouth instead of on the cheek?…”

If Luna said that while her face was bright red, Sylia would lose her mind. With how much she loves Luna, she just wants to hug her–

“Kya, ah…!” Luna cried.

Sylia hugged Luna when Sylia realized that Luna didn’t want it. Unfortunately, she has lost her mind.

The luxurious, smooth, and soft dress and the equally soft, small shoulders brought Sylia’s feelings of inferiority came to a head.

“Sy-lia? Luna asked.

She was surprised at the sudden hug at first, but as she looked up at Sylia, Sylia looked so taken.

(So soft…) Sylia thinks from the bottom of her heart.

Luna is shorter than Sylia and is quite thin, she feels so delicate that she might snap at the slightest bit of pressure.

“Stay close to her and make sure to protect her.”

Eyrie’s words echo in Sylia’s head, Sylia agrees without saying it.

And then she asks her,

“Luna, umm… is this, okay?”

“………”

There was no spoken reply, but Luna slowly closed her eyes and put her hands on Sylia’s hips. That was enough of a response.

Sylia reached in further with the arms hugging Luna’s shoulders. She slowly pulls her small and beloved wife to her body.

And,

“Mm…”

Their lips touched so gently there was no noise. At that moment, Luna’s lovely scent drifts into Sylia’s nose and floods her body.

Both Sylia and Luna forgot to breathe and kept their lips and bodies touching.

That kiss under the moon seemed to last a lifetime, but that wasn’t the case, Luna reached her limit first and broke away.

“Puah, ha, aah, haa..!” Luna gasped.

“Ah, s-sorry!” Sylia hurriedly apologized.

Then, she tried to break the hug but Luna didn’t let her.

“Lu-Luna?” Sylia asked. “Wh-What’s wrong?”

Luna was looking up at Sylia with moist eyes. It wasn’t a matter of pain but a sign of Luna’s desire, she was so passionate that Sylia could see she wasn’t her usual self.

“Ah, umm, that, geeze, again—mm…!”

The sight and the words alone made it impossible for Sylia to resist.

She kisses Luna deeper than before and doesn’t bother to hide her desire at all. Even her body shakes many times from pleasure.

“Mmm, fu, fuah…”

The occasional sweet muffled sounds from Luna’s lips make Sylia scream internally. She can’t control her feelings, she wanted to love her recklessly.

“Pu-ah!”

After enjoying herself and pulling away, Luna breathes heavily and completely entrusts herself to Sylia.

“Sylia…” she whispered.

Whether it was Luna’s pleading voice or the moonlight, Sylia stopped resisting the emotions bubbling up inside her and took Luna into a princess carry.

Then, when she returned to their room, she gently laid Luna down on the bod. In that moonlit room, Luna looked terribly beautiful and terribly lewd laying on the bed, cheeks flushed red and breathing so rough.

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“… I’m sorry, I can’t stop now,” Sylia said apologetically.

Luna smiled as her body trembled. “It’s okay… you can do what you want to me, Sylia.”

“Luna…!” Sylia cried.

As the last drop of self-control was wiped out, Sylia slowly laid herself over Luna’s body.