"Today you really did something very embarrassing!" Said the witch who immediately complained about everything I did even when we were still in the horse-drawn carriage.
I'm in a bad mood right now and I don't want to hear all the protests tonight. In front of me, Jannet continued to look at me with a murderous gaze as if she had a huge grudge against me.
She had been humiliated tonight and it seemed like it had hurt her pride greatly. But who cares about her pride? What I experienced was much worse because I, who had lived as a man for 25 years, had to end up in the body of a woman I didn't know.
"I already told you, Mother! It's your fault because you didn't listen to my words. You always defend your beloved daughter so that she can be mean to everyone. Look at how she plays with Mr. Henry and his family with all her nonsense! " Jannet, who already hated me so much, then took on the role of Cinderella's stepsister who was always ready to provoke her mother.
"Damn it, if I still had the energy, I would have stuffed her stinking mouth with my shoe." I thought.
"You're upset because it turns out you weren't the one Mr. Henry wanted to dance with, aren't you, Jannet?" Emily said. Yes, I know Emily will probably say something in my defense.
Jannet turned her gaze towards Emily who was sitting next to me, she was glaring until her eyeballs almost popped out of her eye sockets. The more you look at her face, it really isn't pretty, so it's only natural that she won't be the first choice for men. Her annoying nature makes her look even more annoying.
"Another spoiled and very troublesome defender of the princess. Emily, has your status changed to spokesperson now? Or do you really like the role of meddling now?"
"I don't want to interfere at all in matters between you and Ella. But because you said it in front of me, I'm forced to make something clear to you. You're not attractive enough and you hate it because it turns out Ella is always the one chosen for-"
"Damn you Emily, how dare you-"
"Jannet, Emily, that's enough...! Why do you have to fight in this horse-drawn carriage? Just save your troubles for home. Oh my gosh, why don't any of my daughters want to listen to what I say? You all just fight and keep rebelling!" Mother shouted in annoyance, making Jannet and Emily immediately fall silent. I felt sorry for Emily, because of me she got scolded too.
Mother spread her fan and swung the hand fan quickly. She looked very upset and neither of us dared to say anything at this point.
I chose to remain silent not only because I wanted to keep myself safe from the anger of the witch I called mother. But because the annoying face of that damn King keeps haunting my mind.
Xavier, he died a year ago and even though I was very close to him in high school, hearing the news of his death at that time somehow didn't make me feel sad.
At that time I was just confused and thought that he wasn't someone important enough to me after we graduated from high school. We really separated and never saw each other again, we lived our own lives. Therefore, it felt very strange to be able to meet him again in this life.
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I opened my eyes which felt very difficult to open. After arriving home, I didn't want to waste my time listening to my mother's nagging and chose to return to my room so I could rest immediately. My legs were so sore and my body felt so stiff thanks to the damn tight corset I kept wearing.
I let out a long yawn when my eyes caught the sunlight coming in through the cracks in the bedroom window. The sound of birds chirping makes me feel a little better.
I lifted my head from the very soft pillow and realized that I was sleeping naked, making me subconsciously feel aroused by the sight of my own body.
"Damn it, why does a woman's body as beautiful as this have to be mine? Big breasts, this is my dream." I thought while gently squeezing my breasts with both hands.
I started to enjoy the sensation, without realizing I played with my nipples which were starting to harden and it felt very ticklish. I started thinking, what do women actually feel when making love? Do they feel the same kind of pleasure that men do? Does it feel more pleasant because women always sigh loudly when men do their jobs?
I looked down, looking at my crotch. Usually every morning my penis will be erect as a sign that I am a healthy and sexually active young man. But now the penis has been replaced by something I used to really like, namely the pussy.
"What does it taste like? Is it as good as if you put it in with your fingers?" I muttered.
My dirty thoughts started to emerge, I don't know what demon possessed me so I thought about trying it.
I slowly took my hand towards my genitals, I touched it and it was really surprising. After being sure that I wanted to try it, I immediately inserted my index finger and thumb into my vaginal opening.
"Ok, it's in. Next I just need to do it the same as I do for my girlfriends!" I thought.
I moved my two fingers in a movement that I knew would make the women squirm like worms in heat.
"Oh..." Without realizing it, my mouth let out a soft moan. Damn it, why am I even aroused by hearing my own voice?
I moved my fingers faster and I could feel warm liquid starting to come out of my cock. I didn't expect it to feel this good, just when I was trying to satisfy myself when I was still a man.
I lay on my back while opening my legs wide. I continued to rub and play with my pussy with my eyes closed. I want to imagine Princess Minka's very beautiful face, I want to imagine that I am making love to her. But unfortunately, instead of Princess Minka's face, what came to mind was the face of that damn King.
"What the hell? Why is it even this bastard's face?" I said annoyed. I really didn't plan to think about him. However, my brain seemed to have camouflaged because the image of King Zavier naked on top of my body actually made me even more excited
I even imagined what it would be like if his penis pushed into my body, would it feel much more pleasurable than working with this finger?
"Oh..." I screamed softly as the fluid from inside my vagina gushed out like a waterfall.
So fucking good, it feels really good. Is this how women feel when their partners do this? Is that why few of them want to reject it?
I opened my eyes with a feeling of relief and also a strange feeling. Imagining that damn king's face actually made me even more motivated.
"No, this isn't true! It should be Princess Minka. What I imagined was Princess Minka, not her annoying brother! Agh...damn...! I must be crazy, I wouldn't possibly do that with a man , I don't want to...!" I shouted in frustration.
"Ella, are you awake-"
"Aaagh...!" I screamed when Emily suddenly came into my room before trying to knock on the door first. Spontaneously, I immediately pulled the blanket to cover my body.
"Oh my God, what are you doing? Why are you naked in bed?"
"I just woke up and you suddenly came in without knocking on the door first!"
"I'm sorry, but there's something I want to tell you. It's very important!"
"There's nothing more important than knocking on the door first before going into someone else's room, Emily!"
"I'm sorry! But this is more important!"
"Yes, okay, tell me what's more important? I hope it's not about mother's nagging about last night's incident and that ugly bastard's useless nonsense!"
"No, it's not about that but it's a little related!"
"Oh yeah?"
"You got letters from two different people!"
"What? Letters?"
Emily crept towards the bedroom door only to lock the door. It seems like this is so secret that no one is allowed to know about it.
Emily showed two letters that she had hidden behind her body and for some reason this time I wasn't interested in the letters.
"Here's the letter!"
"From who?"
"ADV and King Zavier."
"What?"
"You got a letter from ADV or what I suspect is Duke Aiden De Velgmegeur and also King Zavier who openly put his name in the letter envelope."
I was stunned for a moment, trying to digest this situation which seemed to feel increasingly complicated. I received the letter that Emily gave me and sure enough, ADV and Raja Zavier De Velgmegeur were written on the envelope.
"Are you sure these letters are for me?"
"Who else in this house is Eleanor Marquitas if not you, Ella?"
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