episode_0197

Urias Philbrog, real name Yuri.

She decided to abandon her family name.

It wasn’t out of any particular malice.

After losing her parents, she barely survived as a maid in the royal palace, and she was almost defiled by a repulsive nobleman when she was saved by Princess Narita.

After that, Yuri decided to end her previous life and live as the princess’s loyal maid and lover.

If they formally get engaged, she will probably take her princess’s surname.

Once, she considered the difference in social standing as an insurmountable wall, and she almost gave up on living as Narita’s woman.

However, a promise they made while walking under the night sky one deep night, changed her mind.

That if you love someone, you must believe in them.

Even in the unchanging fact that they love you.

If Narita said she loved Yuri, then that’s simply the truth. Yuri, too, believed her and loved her completely.

After experiencing various crises, she fully settled into her role as Narita’s woman, consistently demonstrating above-average skills.

Of course, this is not about martial prowess.

It’s meaningless to compare her strength to Narita’s, who has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and magic. Furthermore, the other women by her side are all monsters in their own right.

A grand mage from the Royal Mage Corps, the next Archmage, a high-ranking dark spirit embodying an endless sea of knowledge, a knight who conquered the kingdom’s swordsmanship tournament, and even a saint whose name echoes throughout the Central Continent.

Yuri had magical talent compared to ordinary people, but in front of these women, she becomes the most ordinary person.

Therefore, Yuri’s skill is her ability as a woman.

Techniques honed from helping out at an inn since childhood made her the queen of domestic affairs.

Cooking, cleaning, laundry—whatever she touches turns into something exquisite.

Her skills and knowledge regarding household tasks already surpass a mere maid’s level; she is, in fact, aiming for the unreachable pinnacle of maid-hood.

Yuri herself is fully aware of this and is confident in her ability to serve Narita. If love could be made visible, she would never be inferior to Narita’s other lovers in that regard.

That’s why, even if she lacked martial strength, she never felt inferior.

Her confidence had another reason.

That was her bedchamber skills.

Narita’s love is sometimes pure and earnest, and sometimes it seeks pleasure to the extreme of instinct.

Yuri offered her virginity to Narita and received Narita’s affection. Having been together since childhood, she had spent the longest time with Narita, not long after Narita’s coming-of-age ceremony.

And from that point, the two engaged in intimacy day and night without fail.

In Narita’s room, the bathroom, sometimes even in the palace corridor or the maid’s break room. Perhaps the most thrilling moment was when, with several officials in Narita’s office, she gave Narita oral sex under the desk.

By engaging in intimacy for the longest duration, Yuri changed to Narita’s liking. Her once small and tight vagina stretched to accommodate Narita’s penis, tightening again as needed. Knowing Narita’s sexual habits and preferences is simply fundamental.

Meanwhile, Narita’s sexual concepts were also gradually shaped by Yuri. How to treat women, especially the mindset when taking a virgin, or her preferred level of stimulation.

With the accumulation of these small details, her approach to sexual satisfaction became firm.

In an era where those with high social standing or martial prowess frequently defiled any woman to satisfy their unbridled lust, Narita no longer confused love and desire, unless it was unavoidable.

Now, Yuri knew everything about Narita’s body. She recently developed a new hobby.

It was dildo collecting.

It might sound a bit contradictory, but unsurprisingly, these dildos all have the same size and shape as Narita’s penis.

That’s not all.

The dildos are all made of special slime, a result of Yuri consistently cultivating the “Timuru” slime.

The Timuru, a shape-memory slime, remembers everything about an object: its size, shape, temperature, taste, and texture.

Similarly, Yuri remembers every characteristic of Narita’s penis through her mouth and vagina, and her current goal is to collect every type of Narita’s penis based on her condition and the time of day.

That day, she opened her collection in a room of the mansion.

Countless dildos stood in a row on a display shelf resembling a cupboard, each with a label.

“The day I first bathed her,” “Immediately after her coming-of-age ceremony,” “The day I received her virginity,” “The day she got drunk for the first time,” “The day she was tired from the social gathering,” “The day she had a sudden erection in her sleep,” “The day I was jealous of the smell of another woman’s vaginal fluids and she found me cute, stroking my head while constantly having sex all day.”…and so on.

Of course, she had received permission.

With countless lovers at her height of womanhood, she couldn’t satisfy all their desires every day. Sometimes because of time constraints, sometimes due to the order, sometimes because she was too exhausted.

In the midst of their busy schedules, when they are worn out and their vaginas ache, the act of recalling Narita’s penis while masturbating to relieve their arousal…

Honestly, it was very frustrating.

Therefore, she instructed that anyone in need could use the collection freely.

“Whew…”

Narita happened to take a temporary leave of absence from the academy and was briefly away in the Holy Kingdom. Yuri’s ovulation, swelling with desire comparable to Narita’s, who had once had sex with five people at the same time…

Tightened her body and slowly heated it up.

Yuri tossed her clothes carelessly on the bed, slipped her hand into her panties soaked in vaginal fluids, and started her long deliberation before the collection.

Soon, she picked up the one labeled, “The day I couldn’t bear to wait for her return, secretly entered Narita’s room, wore her sweat-soaked shirt, buried my face in her panties, and while moaning quietly, fingered my vagina only to be caught by Narita as she returned, then tied up and continually fucked until sunrise,” and…

Quietly and softly, walked toward Narita’s room.

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On the day Narita returned, Yuri woke up earlier than usual.

Not for any special reason, but to prepare a simple welcome party. She finished cleaning the mansion and preparing a simple meal before heading to school.

It didn’t take long for the masterful Yuri. After preparing the groceries she had bought the previous day, she took off the apron Narita had gifted her, hung it on a chair, and set off for the academy.

“Hello, Ms. Urias.” “Good morning.” “Good morning—! Ugh… but I hate Monday…”

Yuri was sociable. Even without Narita, she often went to the academy to study magic and socialized with other students.

“Today is the day Lady Narias is returning, right? Let’s cheer up.” “Oh- That’s right…!! You know what… I’m going to ask Lady Narias to have tea with me today-!! “Your sister will love that.”

The fact that the conversation kept circling back to Narita didn’t imply that Yuri lacked presence. Among the 1-A students, Narita had become such an indispensable figure that she could not be absent from their conversations.

Yuri and the students arrived at the classroom, sat in their seats, and waited for class to begin.

‘She said it would be around this afternoon…’

Looking out the window towards the north where Narita was, Yuri noticed a girl who was also staring out the window.

Eve, with her light blue hair cascading down, her chin resting on her hand, seemed lost in thought. Until the first semester, she had been an outstanding student hanging out with Narita, but lately, she had become isolated again, as she had in the beginning of the school year.

She exuded a lonely and sad atmosphere, yet her gaze was fixed nowhere in particular.

‘I wonder if she’s in love…’

Yuri was somewhat certain. She herself, after all, was a girl in love.

However, it was usually said that when you’re in love, the whole world turns rosy. But Eve didn’t give off that impression at all.

Nonetheless, her gloominess surely stemmed from love. Yuri silently nodded, convinced that she must be experiencing a sad love.

Creak—

Soon it was time for class, and an instructor opened the front door and entered the classroom.

“Good morning, everyone. Did you have a good weekend? I hope you all had a good rest.”

The male instructor, with his short hair slicked back, wore two large magical gauntlets on his waist. Yuri immediately recognized him as a magician who used gauntlets inlaid with magic stones instead of staffs for close combat.

“What does that mean, instructor?” “I didn’t rest at all—”

Voices of exhausted students were heard here and there. Despite their negative responses, the instructor continued.

“Nothing much. As previously announced, the final exams for the second semester will be team battles, unlike the first semester. Today, the whole class is going to a small dungeon for training.”

“…What?” “Yeeeees—?!?”

At the word “dungeon,” most of the students in 1-A reacted with shock.

The reason was simple. They were only first-year students, and their combat experience was limited to one-on-one fights.

On the other hand, dungeons were imprinted in their minds as terrifying places that even veteran adventurers risked their lives in. Swarms of magical beasts, harsh environments, limited food and supplies, and sudden weather changes — countless unknown threats awaited them.

That’s what everyone knew about dungeons.

On the other hand, Yuri had dungeon experience.

Even if it was a supporting role for Narita and the other party members, compared to other students who had never even seen a magical beast, she was experienced.

After the instructor surveyed the class to assess their reactions, he spoke again.

“The place we’re going to isn’t teeming with magical beasts. The outer area of the Bewitching Forest is relatively safe, often visited by beginner adventurers, and instructors will accompany us, so please rest assured.”

At the words “relatively safe,” everyone started murmuring. Initially, fear was their primary emotion, but once that image was somewhat diminished, other things came to light.

The opportunity to experience a battle with magical beasts in a safe dungeon, under the guidance of instructors. At the Knife-Franz Academy, which prioritized practical training, this was an extremely appealing opportunity.

“This… might be a must.” “Yes, yes…!! What are you guys so nervous about?!” “Your legs are shaking the most!?” “Oh, come on, who was the one screaming about being scared just a moment ago!?”

The class 1-A return to their usual state.

The atmosphere became lively. They had forgotten their fear and anxiety, and began to stand from their seats.

Yuri glanced down at the black onyx necklace around her neck.

‘She hasn’t come yet…’

She wasn’t sure if this class could unite as one without Narita; but if Nicks was present, she believed there wouldn’t be any major problems.