NOVEL NEXT chapter 223
Chapter 223. Even the King Himself Wouldn’t Play This Wildly
“Grrr… It’s just tights! I’ll take them off for you!”
Pushed this far by Valentina, Delia could only start taking them off with a pained expression.
But she wouldn’t forget this humiliation!
Take them off she did, but because of her extreme reluctance, Delia took them off extraordinarily slowly, as if in slow motion, ten times slower.
With both hands on the bottom hem of her tights, she started pulling them down while standing directly in the water.
“Whoa~ What a shameful play, this is fantastic.”
Noah didn’t care what anyone else thought, he felt more satisfied right now than he would after a visit to a brothel.
Just think, a noble and powerful princess, usually so high and mighty in front of outsiders, was now slowly taking off the tights from her butt/ocks in the bath.
And with a reluctant, humiliated expression on her face.
And she was only wearing tights, with no towel or anything else covering her upper body.
Just thinking that this was the same villainous woman who looked down at the defeated heroine in the original story, Noah felt himself getting hard, alright!
As expected, letting the bull-headed (referring to people who like to be cuckolded) taste the feeling of the cuckold only made Noah feel good.
And letting the evil villainess taste the feeling of the heroine not only made Noah feel good but his little brother was feeling great as well.
Yeah, right now the eldest princess, no matter how you look at it, is like a heroine straight out of a softcore porn, being forced to do something she hates. Except the one coercing her is Valentina, the corrupted heroine from the original story.
Delia was taking her sweet time getting undressed, not like Noah was in any rush.
Too bad Valentina didn’t see it that way.
She just wanted to bully Delia more.
“Oh, dear sister? Are you taking so long because you don’t know how to undress? I could always help you take them off, you know?”
With that, Valentina deliberately took a step closer, acting as if she was about to forcibly yank Delia’s pantyhose off.
“W-wait! I don’t need your help!”
The thought of taking off her own pantyhose was unpleasant enough, but if Valentina were to forcibly remove them, Delia felt like something important would be taken away.
She absolutely couldn’t accept that.
So, with a face that was barely holding back anger and humiliation, Delia quickly mustered what little dignity she had left to tell Valentina not to come any closer.
Then, she sped up, rapidly pulling the pantyhose down to her upper thighs, then to her thighs.
Standing in the water made it even harder to pull them off, so Delia had to sit on the edge of the pool, enduring the humiliation of having to do as Valentina said, as she slowly peeled the pantyhose off, her delicate feet protesting.
Maybe it’s a personal habit, but the eldest princess was the only one of the three who didn’t wear a bath towel.
So, Noah got a crystal-clear view of the entire process of the eldest princess unwillingly removing her pantyhose, as well as all of her physical attributes.
She really was a princess; her figure and skin were impeccably maintained.
It was just that she took them off too quickly, and Noah hadn’t had his fill.
“Here! Go ahead and wear them!”
Having reluctantly taken them off, Delia stood bare-footed on the bottom of the tub and, with great distaste, held out the soaked white pantyhose toward Valentina.
It was then that Valentina unleashed her real trump card.
Facing the pantyhose that Delia had gone through so much trouble to remove, the princess suddenly turned her head and waved her hand, reneging, saying:
“Hmm… Now that I think about it, even if sisters are close, we wouldn’t share pantyhose, especially wet ones. Better not after all.”
“?@￥%&*……!”
Looking at Valentina’s capricious behavior, Delia’s golden curls, previously plastered to her back, nearly flew off in rage.
—What the hell! Why make her take them off then! Was she just messing with her! Is bullying people this much fun?!
But no matter how furious Delia was, she couldn’t do a thing to Valentina right now.
And Delia’s pride wouldn’t allow her to throw herself at Valentina like a shrew and pull her hair.
Mostly because she knew she couldn’t win.
So, under the circumstances, Delia went back to her usual personality.
Even if she cracked, she’d quickly recover her elegant, noble bearing.
“…Hmph, if you don’t want them, then you don’t want them, do you think I’d bother to put them back on?”
Even though her insides were screaming, she made a show of not caring.
Delia yanked the sopping wet pantyhose off, letting them fall by the edge of the tub, and then slid right back into the water.
— No, I just wanted you to take them off.
Valentina didn’t say the words out loud, because she was still planning on tormenting Delia slowly. Pushing her too far at once wouldn’t do.
What if she got pissed off and died? Then there’d be no more fun.
So, Valentina temporarily shoved Delia, who was pretending to be calm again, out of her mind, and instead, turned with a smile to her embarrassed younger sister, Veronica.
“U-um, should I… should I take mine off too?”
Completely unable to insert herself into the battle between her eldest and second eldest sister, the introverted little princess looked around and saw that she was the only one bathing in pantyhose, and it made her feel a little uneasy.
Not because she was ashamed, but just that she felt strange being the only one.
But because Valentina wasn’t targeting her, and Delia was sulking and too lazy to bother with her, Veronica ultimately chose to keep them on.
Not because she liked the clingy feeling, but rather as a small act of gratitude to the god who had allowed the three sisters to bathe together.
Even though the three of them still had a considerable rift between them, it was at least the first step. It was still better than before when they absolutely refused to bathe together.
“This kid’s really considerate. If I wasn’t an evil god, I’d totally bless you, you know.”
Watching little princess Veronica, still in her pantyhose in the tub, who was secretly observing Delia’s face while cautiously speaking to Valentina.
Noah couldn’t help but sigh.
Among this family of extravagant, arrogant royals, she was a rare normal one.
And in the hour that followed, Noah witnessed first-hand how Delia demanded that seven or eight maids help her bathe.
It was meticulous, cautious, complex.
It was as if seven or eight maids were maintaining a life-sized, living doll; the eldest princess really wasn’t doing anything herself.
Because it was the first time Noah had seen anyone bathe like this, all of his attention was fixed on her.
He didn’t really pay any attention to Valentina and Veronica on the other side, who were bathing by themselves.
Mainly, Noah was also deliberately avoiding looking at the medium and large cups.
This side, with the extra-large cup, was the villainous woman. Looking at her wouldn’t weigh on his conscience.
Looking at the medium and large cups, Noah would feel a little guilty.
And in terms of quantity, this side had more anyway. The maids were also in lingerie with just pantyhose on, very pleasing to the eye, you know?
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PS. This is today’s second update, and I still owe 9 updates this month as promised.
Looks like I’m pretty amazing, I’ll be able to make up for it in 63 chapters.
(The eldest princess will definitely take it too. A germophobic eldest princess will certainly let Noah defile her legs, especially with her two, previously contemptuous but now powerful, demon-fallen sisters forcing and watching.)