Ch.238Side Story: Swimsuits – 1

“Shall I guide you right away, young master? Or would you like to look around elsewhere?”

Beatrice asked, replacing the original staff. We were at a department store owned by the Crate family.

This was indeed the same place where I had brought Priscilla, another possessed person, along with Leona and Aria, the original protagonists, for socializing purposes, giving them money to buy things.

Today, like then, the department store was completely emptied, but the difference was that unlike before when it was Beatrice’s unilateral decision, today I had personally ordered it to be cleared.

‘A princess in a swimsuit—this can’t be revealed.’

What was going to happen today shouldn’t be known to others. And it shouldn’t be shown to outsiders either.

Laura had only recently revealed her true gender. If it became known that she came to the Crate family’s department store to buy swimsuits, I would inevitably become more deeply entangled.

As it is, my parents have been having headaches lately because requests for audiences with nobles have suddenly increased. I didn’t want to cause them more trouble.

Even Diana’s trading company and Trisha’s gambling den have seen a surge in noble visitors. And they’ve been subtly asking about my older sister—their intentions were obvious.

‘And Rosaria too.’

Rosaria, being a saint, was a given.

The fact that we were being attended to by Beatrice rather than department store staff said it all. It wasn’t that I couldn’t trust the store employees, but today I needed someone I could trust 125%.

Beatrice was, of course, thrilled to hear that.

“Let’s choose swimsuits first! Then I can show you quickly!”

Seeing those sparkling eyes from the first floor, I could already tell this was going to be troublesome. The only normal people were Carna, who had somehow gotten caught up in this, and Erestica, who was standing awkwardly.

‘…Insane.’

I shuddered at the thought of the chairwoman in a swimsuit. Unless it was a full-body rashguard, whatever she wore would surely claim the title of ultimate sensuality.

In truth, even a rashguard wouldn’t help much. Just the fact that those dangerous assets would be bouncing underneath would be overwhelming enough. Not to mention if it were a bikini.

“Are you feeling alright, Erestica?”

I approached her, trying to shake off inappropriate thoughts. Erestica’s face reddened.

“Y-yes. I’m fine. Recently, there haven’t been any leaks. It’s all thanks to you.”

Just my approaching caused the tips of her breasts to harden. Erestica startled, covering her nipples with her hands, then glanced at me and slowly removed them. As if inviting me to look.

I was still regularly helping Erestica with her “breast size maintenance process.”

Though she was shy the first two times, Erestica had gradually adapted to my touch, and now she practically surrendered her entire body to me, focusing solely on the pleasure she felt in her breasts.

Thanks to this, combined with my increasing skill, efficiency was improving day by day. As Nika had warned, once you learn it, you can never go back—there was the side effect that Erestica could no longer extract it by herself.

If before she couldn’t properly extract it because she was overwhelmed by pleasure, now nothing would come out even if she tried to do it herself.

‘And the frequency with which she calls me is gradually shortening.’

The amount extracted each time remained almost the same, but the intervals between calls were getting shorter. The change wasn’t dramatic, but it was noticeable.

At this rate, it seemed Nika’s prediction would soon come true.

“Child…?”

Erestica’s confused voice pulled me from my thoughts. I noticed everyone’s gazes fixed on me as we were heading to the upper floors.

Only then did I realize how my behavior must have appeared to others. They probably thought I was staring intently at the hardened tips of her breasts.

“N-not here… you can look all you want later…”

Especially given the subject’s reaction.

“…Let’s hurry, Beatrice.”

“Yes, young master.”

I urged Beatrice on, feeling Latina and Leona’s eyes narrowing rapidly. Beside them, Nika wore a strangely satisfied expression.

“What insolence is this toward the young master, Yustera? Do you need more education to come to your senses?”

“I-I’m sorry!”

Getting scolded by Beatrice was just the cherry on top.

“This is the place.”

We arrived at the swimsuit floor, still feeling piercing gazes. Fortunately, those gazes were soon withdrawn.

I felt a bit wronged. Setting aside the fact that I wasn’t staring at her chest, Erestica was a special case—the others weren’t small by any means.

Except for Leona and Latina.

“Wow, are all these swimsuits?”

“…This doesn’t seem right…”

“…”

The women’s eyes sparkled twice as brightly when they saw an entire floor of the empire’s top-ranked department store filled with swimsuits.

Leona picked up something that looked like strings, gasped in shock, and put it back down. Priscilla was staring intently at the swimsuit that had just been returned.

“Then I shall be off.”

With just those words, they all rushed away.

Erestica, who had insisted on choosing alone, unable to join students several times younger than herself, was practically dragged away by Leona and Eliciere, while Carna was caught by Laura.

I inwardly sighed as I watched them heading straight for the bikinis without even glancing at the one-piece swimsuits. Whether I reacted or endured, a difficult time awaited me.

“Young master, please wait here.”

“What about my swimsuit?”

“Shouldn’t you choose after your friends have chosen theirs? That’s what they’ll all want.”

That wasn’t wrong. I sat on the sofa glumly. Nika, with a smile spread across her face, approached me.

“This must be nice for you, master.”

“Yes, I suppose it is.”

I had no intention of denying that. It was just a psychological issue.

“So I was wondering… would you like to go a bit further?”

“Further? You don’t mean—”

“No, not that kind of thing.”

Nika kneaded her own breasts. Beatrice’s eyebrow twitched at the vulgar movement. Though she didn’t realize it, she was likely to receive a severe education when they returned.

“There’s one more person who should wear a swimsuit. Right here.”

Nika’s gaze turned to Beatrice. This time, Beatrice couldn’t just let it slide—her brow furrowed sharply.

“You truly are poorly educated, Yustera. What nonsense are you speaking in front of the young master?”

“It’s not nonsense at all. Listen. Even at the beach, we’ll have to play separately, so Head Maid, you’ll be attending to the young master at his side, right?”

“That’s…”

Unable to deny that she would need to attend to me, Beatrice nodded slightly.

“If you wear this thick maid uniform in such a place, what will happen? You might collapse from the heat.”

“I can endure it. Do you think I lack such patience?”

“No, I won’t allow it.”

“…Ugh.”

Beatrice shrank dramatically at my support. I wasn’t helping Nika—I was genuinely concerned. Not “it’s fine” but “I can endure it”? That’s absolutely unacceptable.

Heat stroke and sunstroke aren’t problems that can be solved by willpower alone. Use healing magic if she collapses? Wouldn’t it be better to prevent it from happening in the first place?

“There’s one more thing. The hem of your skirt might get dirty from the sand. Surely you don’t intend to serve the young master with soiled clothes?”

Beatrice’s eyes wavered greatly again. As she said, on a sandy beach, the long maid uniform that covered her shoes would inevitably get dirty.

In a normal situation, she might have retorted that such concerns were trivial, but this sophistry worked because Beatrice had always emphasized perfection.

“But if you wear a swimsuit? Oh my, all problems are solved. Your body won’t suffer, and your clothes won’t get dirty. Young master, what do you think?”

Desperate eyes turned toward me. They seemed to be saying, “Surely you won’t accept such an absurd request?”

“…It wouldn’t be bad.”

“Young master?!”

“See, right?”

Beatrice jumped as if burned. Nika snickered.

It would be a lie to say I had no desire to see her in a swimsuit. But more than that, I was curious about how Beatrice would react wearing one.

“Y-young master… why…?”

Just look at her now. If she actually appeared in a swimsuit, it would be quite a sight.

“What, you don’t want to?”

“N-no. It’s not that I don’t want to… since it’s your order… but… why would you want to see someone like me…”

Her voice grew as quiet as a mosquito’s by the end, but I had no trouble understanding. With what was essentially a decision made, an excited Nika pushed Beatrice toward the swimsuits.

Normally, this would have earned her an immediate scolding, but perhaps because of my words, Beatrice just allowed herself to be pushed along.

‘I wonder what they’ll choose.’

If they choose by succubus standards, I’ll send everything back. What I’m curious about is Beatrice being embarrassed in a swimsuit, not the exposure itself.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Mira! How is it?”

Not long after the two disappeared, Rosaria appeared. She was wearing a white bikini of modest coverage and color.

“It suits you.”

“What’s with that lackluster response?”

“What more do you need here?”

“I want you to be unable to take your eyes off me and want to pounce on me right… ahem, that’s going too far. How about being unable to take your eyes off my perfect body?”

Rosaria struck a model-like pose. Her spotless armpits were revealed, her breasts bounced significantly, and her buttocks were emphasized.

“Yes, yes. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“…Hmm, that’s right.”

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. An ominous feeling rose within me, wondering what she was planning.

Bad premonitions are never wrong. Rosaria brought her hands to the breast part of her bikini. Her thumbs and middle fingers gripped the strings of the bikini.

“Let’s see if you can maintain that reaction after seeing this.”