Love Letter From The Future-Chapter 336: Bread and Dagger (34)

Muffled moans and suppressed nasal sounds leaked out without pause.

Each time the princess rubbed herself between her legs, wet squelching noises filled the air.

Cien’s fingers were hesitant while touching that secret place.

Though her actions were guided by instinct, this was her very first attempt at masturbation.

Her underwear had long been soaked with her lascivious fluids. The scene that haunted Cien’s mind throughout the night was that of the room she spied on.

It was on a different level from the snakes’ mating.

The sight of the two indulging in their lust like beasts as their tongues intertwined and their voices mingled together.

It was an act she ought to have despised.

No—more than that, she felt wretched and heartbroken.

Like a corpse sinking to the bottom of a river, devoured by a sense of jealousy that gnawed at her like a fish nibbling at flesh—a pitiful end for a woman who lost her beloved.

Yet, why?

Through her clenched teeth, sweet moans slipped.

She tried to hold back, but it was impossible to resist.

Stroke! Stroke!

She couldn’t stop her own fingers from rubbing herself down there. It wasn’t just anger or pain that filled the princess’ mind, but also a different kind of self-reproach.

Do I even have the right to be jealous of anyone?

It was a question that once gnawed at her heart like a school of piranhas.

Cien was a sinner.

At the very least, that’s how the princess saw herself.

Distrusting so many people, she nearly missed what might have been her first and last chance in a relationship.

The image of the unconscious man lying with a pale face still remained vivid in her mind.

So she couldn’t help but be cautious.

She believed that even approaching him might be an offence. Fearing he would drift further away, she had chosen to be his ‘pet’ rather than a ‘woman.’

Wasn’t the current situation the outcome of her choices?

There was no way she deserved to feel jealous of anyone.

“Heut, uung... huet, huuuuk?!“

Like the onset of a fever, languid waves of ecstasy spread through her body at every brush of her fingers against her intimate area, sending jolts of pleasure so intense that her jaw trembled uncontrollably.

Justifying her defeat, she surrendered completely to her own sense of inferiority.

Up until now, she had lived a life where she grasped everything she wanted. It was almost like experiencing utter defeat for the first time in her life.

An outcome unbefitting of her.

Hot breaths escaped through her tightly closed lips and a tear formed at the corner of her eye.

It was painful and agonising.

But even more than that, it was exhilarating.

Instinctively, the princess slipped her slender fingers inside her underwear. As soon as her fingertips glided into the moist crevice, they brushed past against a protruding spot.

At the same time, a pleasure like an electric current climbed up her spine.

“Heukk, huuk, het, ung, ung, nnnng-uht?!“

Panting like an bitch in heat, the princess’s back arched as her hips jolted up involuntarily. The stimulation was so intense, she felt like she might go mad from the pleasure.

She was crying, yet she felt joy.

Even she couldn’t understand herself. All that replayed endlessly in her mind was the memory of that night — when the man she loved entwined his body with the blonde woman.

Her gray eyes deeply sank.

“Heut, ng, ah...!“

This isn’t jealousy.

Her mind, simply addicted to the brainless pleasure she once scorned, could no longer think rationally. Bite down on her lip was all she could do.

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

White sparks flew in her mind.

“Hehek, huk, huuuut?!“

Yes, it’s definitely not jealousy.

As the electric currents spread through the veins of her brain like fireworks, she nearly lost consciousness. Somehow, the princess managed to endure the tingling pleasure rising from her raised hips.

Tears streamed down her face as her gaze sharpened.

I’m simply informing those who need to know.

How could that possibly be a crime? Unlike myself, who isn’t even worthy, the countless women who loved Sir Ian are innocent.

There was nothing she could do even if they decided to keep that thieving cat in check or torment her.

After all, the princess already had a past record.

So no matter what they did among themselves, as a mere bystander, all she could do was watch from the sidelines.

Just like she did today.

“Heut, ut, ng...!“

The princess spent hours absentmindedly absorbed in pleasuring herself.

A night soaked in tears and pleasure continued. Perhaps even longer than the mating of the double-headed serpent.

The next morning, the princess took action.

***It all started with a rumour.

The princess yawned, her eyes heavy with fatigue. Her slumped shoulders were a clear sign that she wasn’t in a good mood.

By coincidence or not, the rest of the group looked the same.

The Saintess, Elsie, and even Emma.

The only exception was Yuren, the sole man among them.

He spoke in a voice that showed no signs of tiredness.

“Well then, I’ll go get Ian.”

Since he was the only other man besides Ian, it was a natural role for him to take.

Though in truth, that man had probably spent the previous night elsewhere.

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It was a rare occurrence, but probably why he was late today.

It was a memory she had already mulled over countless times.

But the night was far too short to erase the bruise left in the girl’s heart. The sudden surge of emotion overwhelmed her and the princess couldn’t control it.

With a melancholic voice, the princess muttered a single question.

“...Why did Sir Ian even come here?”

The Saintess and Elsie turned their weary gazes toward the princess. After all, the two of them had already received an explanation from Ian beforehand.

Only a few were aware of the existence of the ‘love letter from the future.’

It was a letter that couldn’t be seen in the first place, nor could they know its contents. All they could do was rely on Ian’s word for its existence.

To believe and follow such a mysterious story, a deeper level of trust was required.

The princess was not someone who would fail to notice this.

Her light grey pupils narrowed vertically, and the annoyed expressions of the two women were laid bare. It was as if they were dealing with a naive child spouting nonsense again.

Only Emma looked at Cien with a hint of curiosity.

But that alone was enough.

In fact, a shiver of excitement shot down Cien’s spine. The Saintess and Elsie were closer to Ian than anyone else.

And yet, there was something only Cien knew that even those two didn’t.

That peculiar sense of pleasure made Cien’s words flow even more smoothly.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten, but acting was Cien’s specialty.

Because she had spent her entire life moulding herself to fit others’ expectations.

“Yesterday, I overheard a maid saying something odd. She said there’s something suspicious going on between Senior Yuridina and Sir Ian...”

“It’s probably just useless gossip.”

Elsie dismissed the suspicion in an indifferent voice.

Though she used polite language, perhaps as a gesture of respect towards Cien’s status as the princess, her casual attitude showed no real regard.

This stemmed from the unusual dynamic between the group and Cien.

Since Cien had once been at the very bottom of the group’s hierarchy, the tendency to ignore her still lingered within the group.

That’s why it was even better.

It meant they wouldn’t even suspect her of plotting anything.

To them, she was nothing more than a clueless girl, oblivious to the ways of the world.

“You know how Master is. He’s so exceptional that all sorts of women end up entangled with him...”

“But she said there were sounds of spanking...”

Elsie, who had been speaking as if it was no big deal, stopped abruptly.

Cien’s eyes, which she used after a long time, captured the group’s emotions exactly.

Shock and unease.

She  held back a smirk.

“W-Well, I mean... i-it’s probably just a silly rumour, right? Maybe Senior Yurdina did something bad, and they got into a fight or something, ahaha...”

Even with Cien’s awkward attempt to smooth things over, there was no reply.

This was better, in fact.

The women began to show serious expressions and they’d soon be off gathering rumours on their own.

Self-investigated information is always easier to trust.

And soon enough, even those two would come to realise who the real threat needed to be kept in check actually is.

If there was one thing that bothered her, it was the fact that only Emma remained unaffected, staring quietly at Cien without any hint of agitation.

Not that it mattered anyway.

She was a commoner that, from the start, had no means to keep the next head of the Yurdina family in check.

After that, the princess would just space out while looking at Ian with a silly smile.

But when left alone, she would fervently comfort herself. The princess felt as if she was losing her mind each time the memory of that night resurfaced.

And so, the princess decided to sneak into Ian’s tent.

A fact forgotten by most is that the princess was the top student of the first year in the Magic Department, a feat not even Elsie managed to achieve.

She might not excel in combat, but she had some tricks up her sleeve.

At that time, the princess ended up seeing it.

The scene of Ian, setting a sweet intimate mood with the Saintess, nearly on the verge of having sex.

Having already stolen his handkerchief, the princess instinctively buried her nose in it. Then, the masculine scent penetrated her mind.

Stifling her sobs and rubbing her intimate area, she  gritted her teeth.

Trying to suppress her panting as much as possible, she held back her tears. She couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

Thus, her escape unfolded like this:

She detonated a flash bomb to draw everyone’s attention. The sudden commotion left the soldiers flustered, shouting about an intruder, and she made her escape in that chaos.

Though she was caught by Ian in the process, she somehow managed to play it off.

After all, in Ian’s eyes, the princess was nothing more than a child.

Yes, just a clueless little girl.

Certainly not a woman.

The princess returned to her tent and pulled up her underwear for a look. After Ian suggested they head to the North, she had spent a long time deliberating, but still couldn’t choose suitable underwear.

She mustered up the courage to pick out a pure white set of underwear, but even that had gotten completely soaked the night before.

In the end, all she had left were her bear-patterned panties.

No wonder Sir Ian couldn’t help but see me as nothing more than a brat.

Mocking herself like that, she pleasured herself until she fell asleep, waking up the next morning.

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

A brown-haired woman greeted her with impeccable manners.

Oddly enough, she was dressed in a maid’s uniform.

The princess had never requested for a personal maid.

Her dark green eyes were shining cunningly.

“My name is Neris. At the request of the Imperial Family, I’ve been assigned to serve Your Highness for a short while. I ask for your understanding.”

It was then that the princess realised who she was.

Neris, known as the ‘Queen of the Ball,’ a fourth-year student in the Knight Division.

Why would someone of her calibre choose to act as a maid?

Just as such a question crossed her mind, a single remark slipped into the princess’s ear.

“...It’s because I deeply admire Sir Ian.”

The princess’s light grey pupils narrowed vertically, and right after, the corners of her lips twitched as she forced a strained smile.

This woman was someone sent by Sir Ian.

And it was a relationship formed by coercion. Because the emotions that were revealed as she said ‘Sir Ian’ made it clear that her feelings were anything but favourable.

The princess thought.

Isn’t this going to be a nuisance every night?!

Though, of course, outwardly, she maintained a trembling smile as she extended her hand.

“Please take good care of me, Senior Neris.”

This happened just before they entered the coniferous forest.