Ch.443Maria’s Sex Education

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Young Maria, who lived in Yekaterinburg, had once been beaten along with her family after being labeled as reactionaries by self-proclaimed revolutionaries.

Because of this, Maria harbored hostility toward the Bolsheviks.

So despite her young age, she was disheartened when she heard that the country was falling to revolutionaries.

Then one day, the Tsar’s family was reportedly captured in Yekaterinburg and executed.

Since the Tsar hadn’t done much good for her, honestly, if the Tsar died now, the newly formed republic would eliminate any chance of imperial revival, and only a world of reds would emerge.

However.

The last surviving member of the Tsar’s family, Grand Duchess Anastasia, recruited the Cheka and gathered militia to drive the reds out of Yekaterinburg.

From that moment, Maria’s world changed.

Grand Duchess Anastasia, far from being a greenhouse flower, seemed accustomed to war as she personally established defensive lines to block Bolshevik attacks.

Later, with the joining of the Czechoslovak Legion, Alexander Kolchak, Pyotr Wrangel, and Pyotr Krasnov, the situation was quickly reversed. The All-Russian Saint Anastasia didn’t even die when shot.

She ultimately turned public opinion around, united the anti-Bolshevik White Army, broke through the red wave with unified strength, recaptured Moscow, and killed Lenin and the Bolshevik gang who had murdered her family by blowing them up all at once.

Throughout Russia, the Bolsheviks and Red Army were completely swept away by the White Army united in hatred against them. Russia defeated the red plague and rose again as the United States of Greater Russia—season two of the Romanov Dynasty.

The citizens of Yekaterinburg, as primary contributors who helped the immortal saint and Tsarina Anastasia, received employment and tax benefits. People from Yekaterinburg were selected to assist the Tsar in the Kremlin Palace, and Maria received the honor of serving at Anastasia’s side.

Mother Tsar seemed to know the future and accomplished many things. Russia recaptured the Second Rome and proclaimed to the world that it was the successor state to Rome.

Every day serving such a great person was joyful.

She even became engaged to a man from the Imperial Guard, and they received financial support through Mother Tsar’s marriage support policy.

“What should a woman do?”

She thought she heard something extraordinary.

Placing her ear against Mother Tsar’s office door, she could tell that something was deeply troubling her.

“Somehow frustrations are building up, but I don’t know how to resolve this.”

Mother Tsar was also a woman in her prime.

Rubbing her legs together and massaging her chest—that kind of behavior.

Perhaps she hadn’t received proper education as a Grand Duchess!

In reality, Anastasia was experiencing rising desires.

Frankly speaking, she had once been male, and it would be a lie to say she didn’t feel sexual desire while living as a woman who had gone through puberty.

At first, she desperately denied it, thinking, “This body is not mine!” and tried to ignore reality.

But seriously, unless one is impotent or has been enlightened since childhood, it’s natural to develop such interests.

However, Anastasia is a saint. Not a saint obsessed with lust, but a holy woman.

Moreover, she’s the Tsar. Such a body can neither do this nor that, and frustrations only build up.

Because of her past as a man, being with a man is out of the question.

But being with a woman? Somehow she can’t imagine it at all.

Of course, considering the Romanovs’ notorious private lives—and not just the Romanovs but European licentiousness in general—it would be quite natural for princesses or grand duchesses to engage with various men or women in all manner of intimate activities.

There were probably many women in history with untold, quite sensual stories.

Even among the most accomplished female historical figures, such things must have existed.

Unfortunately, with little experience even as a man, what could she do as a woman?

Yes. Unable to endure any longer, she wanted to at least pleasure herself, but this wasn’t easy.

“No manga, no videos, and I can’t hire a prostitute or actor to watch them perform in front of me. Above all, I don’t even know how to do it.”

It was genuinely, extremely troublesome. Of course, she might get used to it with practice, but there’s social position and dignity to consider. If she just locked herself in her office, the Tsar’s attendants might become suspicious and barge in.

And they would see the Tsar awkwardly pleasuring herself for her own gratification, and the glorious days would come to an end.

It would be beyond the level of being caught watching adult videos by one’s mother.

Whether it was the Imperial Guard or anyone else, the Tsar’s actions would be constantly visible, and Anastasia would be too embarrassed.

So all she could do was rub her legs together and occasionally massage her chest slightly.

Even during work, even when Maria was reporting, she just rubbed her legs together.

“Ah, should I disguise myself?”

With her perfect disguise, wouldn’t it be okay to go out for some nightlife?

It seemed like just one proper release would be enough.

But unfortunately, when it came down to it, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

After all, asking this body to do something she never did in her previous life seemed absurd.

Well, one needs some side dishes to decide whether to eat or not.

“Your Majesty, I will fulfill what you desire.”

And so Anastasia’s sex education began.

“No, I mean… you’re teaching me about sex?”

“Yes. I will teach you.”

“How did you know?”

Anastasia’s face turned red with shame.

Being caught is quite embarrassing, isn’t it? Bluntly speaking, next time—

“You were giving off such an obvious scent, how could I not know?”

“No, ah. How embarrassing. Does such a scent actually come out?”

“Of course. Your Majesty is quite… intense. And you rub your legs. Though you might not realize it yourself, you occasionally touch your chest deliberately.”

“When you put it that way, it’s quite embarrassing.”

“Before, you even deliberately rubbed your private parts against the corner of the desk.”

“*cough* *cough*”

She coughed out of embarrassment.

Where on earth did she see such things? This is too much, making someone so embarrassed.

Even in her previous life, she had never been caught pleasuring herself by anyone.

“Um, does Your Majesty wish to meet a man? If so, I can find someone. If you tell me your preferences, I’ll find someone with excellent stamina.”

Well, with a man…

She tried to imagine it briefly, but it might be a bit horrifying.

Of course, being in a woman’s body, seeing a man’s thing might feel different.

-“Damn, so the Tsar was such a lustful woman. I admired and liked her so much. What a whore!”

-“Haah, I’m sorry! Please thrust more into this whore Tsar’s pussy!”

-“Fuck, fuck. To think the monarch I respected so much is like this. Yeah, a woman like you should just suck dick!”

-Vrrrr vrrrr!

She had fantasies she never imagined when she was a man.

Her lower abdomen felt tingly and itchy.

Though she wasn’t the real Anastasia, she imagined being beneath those who were at the bottom of society compared to the Tsar, moaning.

-“How does the communist’s cock taste, the one who killed your parents?”

-“Heck, heck. My parents and siblings deserved to die! I’ll become a communist and be a sex toy for you Bolsheviks!”

She briefly fantasized about being covered in semen, submitting to her enemies, tightly gripping a man’s genitals with her vagina, and eagerly serving.

She wondered if it was right to imagine such things.

Whenever she did, the throbbing feeling down there was the worst.

Every time her uterus throbbed, she recognized herself as a woman.

But no matter what, this was her last remaining dignity.

Anastasia shook her head slightly.

Since she was immortal and wouldn’t die, she could indulge in submission play with the Cheka or disgruntled workers from the Tsarist era, enjoy it, and then send them away.

“No, no matter what, I don’t want to do it with a man.”

“Then, perhaps you prefer women?”

Having been caught already, she couldn’t deny it.

From the beginning, no matter how she thought about it, ten times or a hundred times, it didn’t make sense. Anastasia nodded slightly.

Maria’s heart pounded at the sight of her shyly nodding.

Is this really okay?

The Tsar’s tastes were extremely noble.

Who would have thought that even if she had interest, it would be in that direction?

Of course, throughout history, there have been cases of inappropriate relationships between women.

It’s not particularly a flaw, and it’s the Tsar’s private life after all.

Maria could fully understand.

Vaguely, Anastasia as a man couldn’t be penetrated. That was all there was to it, but anyway, this was a bit problematic.

But now that it had come to this, wouldn’t it be better to be certain?

Anastasia believed in enjoying it if she was caught and there was no way out.

“I really don’t have knowledge in that area.”

Actually, she’s not completely ignorant. The biggest problem is not knowing how to properly feel pleasure.

She knows about masturbation to some extent, but the biggest issue is not knowing how to do it.

In other words, she’s in a position where she can’t properly enjoy it.

Resolving this lack of knowledge is the most urgent matter. She has rising desires that she wants to satisfy, but her learning is too limited.

Maria’s heart beat faster.

Although she had a fiancé, honestly, the fiancé was for producing heirs, not someone she deeply loved.

Then, wouldn’t it be okay to teach the Tsar?

A light sex education shouldn’t be bad.

And so, in the light education that began, Anastasia sat on the sofa.

Still in the clothes she was wearing earlier.

A slightly loosened shirt, visible cleavage of her large chest, and slightly wet pure white panties befitting a saint.

For a moment, Maria stared in a daze.

It was a body so beautiful that even another woman would be attracted to it.

From now on, she could freely—no, under the pretext of education, touch that body.

First, as an educator, she needed to properly conduct sex education.

“Your Majesty, a woman’s body is extremely sensitive.”

“I know that much.”

Anastasia nodded lightly.

As a modern person who had received sex education, how could she not know that?

She was just a bit awkward with her gestures because she was embarrassed about having a woman’s body.

Since she had desires, she needed to resolve them. That was all she thought.

Of course, Maria intended to use this.

“And women feel more pleasure from touching the clitoris here than from penetration. Of course, some feel pleasure during penetration, but as Your Majesty instinctively rubbed, gently touching this clitoris is what you need to do.”

Gently touch the clitoris?

Until now, Anastasia had just been hastily massaging without thinking.

Perhaps that’s why the response wasn’t good.

“I know that much too.”

She turned her head slightly in protest and blurted out.

“Try to imagine carefully. Rubbing your private parts with someone or being penetrated by someone’s genitals.”

Hadn’t she already thought about that earlier?

Anastasia wasn’t that ignorant about sex.

After all, having been in a man’s body, she might have had such thoughts deep in her heart.

“Your Majesty prefers to do it with clothes on, I see.”

“Well, it would be troublesome if caught, so I’m always ready to change clothes.”

She does change if they get wet or stained with bodily fluids.

“Now, close your eyes. While imagining, carefully and gently touch your clitoris with one hand, and with the other hand, hold your breast as if embracing it and gently stimulate the tip.”

As she closed her eyes, Maria gently grabbed Anastasia’s breast with one hand.

With the other hand, she placed it on Anastasia’s reddened clitoris and pressed slightly.

Perhaps because it was done by a woman, Anastasia’s body trembled slightly.

“Mmm.”

“Now try to imagine something erotic. Not hastily, but carefully.”

Should she try to imagine a bit more of what she had thought earlier?

The Romanov family. Anastasia, naked and submitting to the Cheka before her parents’ and siblings’ bodies had even grown cold.

Already with a completely female face, with every hole filled with the genitals of dirty reds.

As if being brainwashed by communism, falling into pleasure and blindly following, not caring whether communism overthrows the Romanov family or whether it’s a red plague.

Anastasia, the Bolshevik idol, joining the Bolsheviks and serving the Communist Party members.

She gradually broke down the barricades she had rejected because she was a man.