Ch.219Side Story: Reminisce About the Past

After everyone, including Serena, had returned to their rooms, nothing unusual happened. Christine was still nowhere to be found, and Olivia seemed determined to stay locked in her room.

In the sky, the sun had already disappeared to the west, replaced by a full moon floating serenely. It was a perfect sphere without any imperfections.

The moon had a white color with slight yellow tints, similar to the color of Christine’s holy power. Come to think of it, didn’t Christine create a sun with her holy power and throw it when she was fighting with the other three?

“Moongazing in the middle of the night? Are you seeking romance?”

From the center of that moonlight, Charlotte gradually appeared as if weaving herself from the moonbeams.

Charlotte was sitting on the windowsill with her back to the moon, looking in my direction. Her brilliant silver hair gleamed even more vividly in the moonlight.

Her skin, already beyond white and closer to pallor, received an abundance of silver light from the sky thanks to the white full moon, making it almost blindingly white.

A pair of blood-red rubies sparkled amidst that white skin.

Below her face, a deep black uniform tightly wrapped her body, contrasting with her pale skin. She looked like a goddess stepping out of a fairy tale or myth.

‘Did they really plan this together?’

While looking at Charlotte, rather than thinking about her beauty, I was seriously wondering whether the four of them had coordinated this.

Olivia, Christine, Serena, and now Charlotte—they had appeared one after another without overlapping, making it impossible not to be suspicious.

“Judging by your face, it seems you’re not seeking romance. If you have concerns, speak. I shall listen.”

Charlotte crossed her legs slightly while sitting on the windowsill and smiled with her characteristic arrogance. Her long silver hair fluttered gently in the faint breeze, creating an ethereal atmosphere.

“I’m wondering if you all pulled something while I was gone?”

“Pulled something…?”

The corner of her mouth lifted slightly in amusement.

“When have we not done such things? A foolish question. Had it not been for you, the questioner’s head would surely have been lost.”

“Shouldn’t you at least pretend to deny it here?”

“You seem to be under a great misunderstanding, so allow me to correct you. What I just said merely reflects past experiences. If you choose to misinterpret on your own, wouldn’t my position become quite difficult?”

“Then—”

“However.”

Charlotte cut off my words.

“Realize that I have not said a single word denying that we have plans at this very moment.”

In the end, it was just wordplay. I chuckled, and Charlotte gave a seductive eye-smile. Her face turned slightly toward the brilliant full moon floating behind her.

“Do you remember?”

Charlotte’s voice grew slightly wistful as she gazed at the moon.

“Remember what?”

“The day I first tried to seduce you.”

“That…”

The day Charlotte first tried to seduce me. I still remember it. Of course I did. I couldn’t help but remember.

After I promised to be on her side, during our escape to the kingdom’s outskirts, Charlotte stayed close to me the entire time, showing extreme psychological anxiety and obsessing over my every action.

At the time, I thought it couldn’t be helped.

She had nearly been raped by her own brother, witnessed her parents’ heads being severed and displayed in the middle of the square, and had fallen from being a princess to a fugitive charged with treason in an instant.

With everything around her crumbling, I was the only one who took her side, so it wasn’t strange that her emotions would run wild.

Still, I never expected her to barge in that very evening.

“I was genuinely surprised. I thought you were just afraid to sleep alone in another room and wanted to sleep together. I would have understood that.”

“The fear of sleeping alone was indeed true. Only, the me at that time craved warmth beyond merely embracing and sleeping.”

On the night we began fleeing to the edge of the kingdom, Charlotte suddenly burst into my room and insisted that we sleep together. Of course, she meant sleeping together in the sexual sense.

Then, as now, a full moon hung in the sky.

“But you rejected me.”

“Why would I touch an 11-year-old? I would never do such a thing.”

“Yes, that’s right. You are not a pedophile. But I truly desired you then.”

“And I truly rejected you. If you hadn’t given up quickly, I would have been quite angry.”

“Then, let me ask one more thing.”

Charlotte lifted herself from the windowsill.

“Do you remember what I was wearing then?”

“…No? There’s no particular reason to remember that.”

“If you don’t remember, then look carefully.”

With those words, Charlotte brought her hands to the front of her uniform. The gloves she usually wore were nowhere to be seen. Her delicate hands rested on top of her uniform.

She removed the emblems and decorations, untied the layered knots, loosened the stiff collar, undid the tightly fastened buttons, and gently parted the front. A white shirt underneath was revealed.

Charlotte completely removed her uniform jacket and dropped it to the floor. Her enchanting figure, wrapped in just a shirt, stood in the moonlight.

Charlotte licked her lips provocatively and bent slightly at the waist. The collar of her shirt was pulled down by gravity, revealing glimpses of bare skin underneath.

Her fingers slipped into the waistband of her uniform pants. Then she slowly began to pull them downward.

The black uniform passed her hips, thighs, knees, and calves, exposing the dazzling bare legs within. Her skin was as pale as her face.

Having discarded both her uniform jacket and pants, Charlotte stood wearing only a shirt.

“This is how I was dressed then.”

“…”

“Compared to then, there are truly many differences. My face has matured, my height has grown, my breasts have enlarged, and my waist, pelvis, and thighs have all become more attractive.”

Her long, slender fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt. One by one, starting from the collar, the buttons were undone. Between the buttons, Charlotte’s cleavage became visible.

“Above all.”

Having undone all the buttons except the very last one at the hem, Charlotte grasped the collar and pulled it slightly to the sides. The front naturally opened, revealing the bare skin within.

Through the opened shirt, a pair of breasts that would fit perfectly in one hand, the cleavage between them, the sternum line with a balanced mix of flesh and muscle, and the abdomen with faintly etched abs were revealed in sequence.

“My affection and love for you have also grown immeasurably greater.”

At that moment, the moonlight shone more intensely. It made the inside of the shirt slightly transparent. There was nothing but bare skin underneath. She wore nothing except the shirt.

Not even underwear to cover a woman’s intimate parts.

“And here, I declare in advance.”

The blood-red eyes turned toward me. Within them, terrifying emotions were mixed together and burning fiercely.

“I, Charlotte de Gargantua, shall give myself to you in this attire.”

“…Huh?”

“In this attire, I shall pleasure your member, drink your essence, receive your manhood, make lewd moaning sounds, and fill my womb with your seed.”

Charlotte rubbed her lower abdomen with her right hand, over the protruding location of her womb.

“Finally, I shall make you clearly understand with this body that what stands before you is not a childish 11-year-old, but a lustful woman who has accumulated love and carnal desire for over 110 years for only one man.”

The figure of a woman wearing only a shirt over her naked body approached me in the blink of an eye. The pale-skinned face lowered, and cherry-colored lips whispered in my ear.

“So, don’t make me wait too long, my love.”

For I am already burning with desire.

“Hehe.”

Charlotte sat by the palace window, holding a wine glass and letting out a seductive laugh.

The operation had been successful. The dumbfounded expression her husband showed at the end was enough to confirm that the plan had worked perfectly.

Wait until the decisive day? Surprising him would be more effective? All nonsense. Only women lacking confidence in their bodies would hide behind the pretense of surprise gifts.

Waiting patiently didn’t suit her character.

“I shall be waiting, my love.”

She wasn’t the only one anticipating the night’s passion.

Charlotte felt the armchair growing damp beneath her at the mere thought, as she adjusted the fit of her shirt.