The sound of footsteps echoes in the hallway, making both Lyria and me freeze. My heart pounds as we stare at each other, the fear clearly visible on her face. Whoever it is, stops just outside the door. The room feels like it's shrinking as the footsteps stop.
"Lyria!" A voice calls out, smooth and commanding.
Lyria pales. "It's my sister," she whispers, looking panicked.
Lyria lifts me with her power and places me in the nearest gift box in the bathroom. There's a small hole in the box that lets me see what's happening in the room.
Before I can even think about what to do, the door swings open, and in walks Lyria's elder sister. She's taller, with sharp features and a confident smirk that makes it clear she runs the show around here. Her dark hair cascades down her back as she casually walks in, wrapped in a luxurious robe.
"Lyria," she says with a teasing tone, "enjoying a bath without me? Naughty little sister."
Lyria stammers, clearly uncomfortable. "I....I didn't think you'd come, sister."
Her sister just laughs lightly, stepping forward. "Oh please, don't be so shy." She slips out of her robe, revealing a figure that immediately makes me glance away, though not fast enough. "Still smaller than mine," she remarks casually, eyeing Lyria's boobs before poking it with her finger.
"Sister, stop!" Lyria swats her hand away, her cheeks flaming red.
Her sister just chuckles, completely unfazed. "You're still such a little girl, Lyria," she teases before giving her a playful shove under the water. Lyria flails for a moment, muttering as she resurfaces, looking both embarrassed and furious.
"I'll get you back for this one day!" she yells, but her sister just lounges back, clearly entertained.
While she washes Lyria , her large boobs presses and bouncing against Lyria's back.
I'm still hiding in the closet, trying to keep my breathing quiet. The worst part? I catch myself watching. Not Lyria....her sister. I can't help it; she's just got that confidence, that commanding presence. Before I realize it, I'm staring.
Lyria suddenly swings the closet door open. "Mike!" she hisses, pulling me out. "What are you doing in there?!"
I try to explain, but she notices where my eyes were a second ago—on her big sister. Her face twists with jealousy.
"You... You were looking at her?!"
"Wait, no, Lyria, I wasn't....."
She cuts me off with a flick of her wrist and mutters something under her breath. The next thing I know, I feel a strange, shrinking sensation… down there.
I gasp. "Lyria, what the hell?!"
Lyria steps on me and says, "It's 'princess' for you, peasant."
I bow before her and plead, "Please, princess, I will never do this again. Just return my penis to its normal size. I can't even pee like this."
"Serves you right!" she snaps, crossing her arms smugly. "Now, get out of here. Go help the maids with their chores."
She pushes me out of the bath chamber, and I stumble down the hallway, still trying to process what just happened. Fantastic. Not only am I in the doghouse with Lyria, but she's also used magic to shrink my dick , which is a place that matters.
I make my way to the maids' quarters, where a few of them are busy scrubbing floors and cleaning up. I grab a mop and start working, trying to keep my head down. But after a few minutes, I notice the maids giving me… looks. One of them, a pretty blonde with a mischievous grin, leans over.
"Haven't seen you around here before," she says, batting her eyelashes. "New to the castle?"
"Uh, yeah," I mutter, focusing hard on the floor. "Just helping out, I guess."
She giggles, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "You sure know how to work that mop."
I can feel my face heating up. "Thanks?"
Another maid, this one with dark hair and freckles, brushes against me as she walks by. "Careful with the floor, big guy," she whispers with a playful smirk.
I gulp, glancing up toward Lyria's window. She's watching me, her arms crossed, her expression a mix of fury and disbelief as the maids keep flirting with me. The blonde maid actually winks at me, and I'm pretty sure Lyria's going to kill me if this keeps up.
Before I can react, Lyria's big sister storms into the room, her presence commanding immediate attention. "Why are you resting?" she snaps, glaring down at me.
"I'm not! I swear, I'm...."
"Less talking, more working," she barks, turning on her heel.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, something flashes, and a lance comes flying through the air toward her. I don't even think.....I dive forward and tackle her to the ground, narrowly avoiding the weapon.
We land hard on the floor, with me awkwardly on top of her. For a second, she looks up at me, her breath catching. "You… saved me," she says softly, almost shocked.
I scramble up, my face burning. "It was nothing. Really."
She stands, dusting herself off, but there's a strange new look in her eyes. "Thank you," she says, her voice unusually tender before walking off.
The next thing I know, I'm waking up in the castle infirmary. My head hurts, my body aches, and I feel like I've been hit by a truck. When I open my eyes, Lyria's big sister is standing there, looking as regal as ever in a rich princess gown.
"Feeling better?" she asks, leaning over me, her voice soft.
"Yeah, I think so."
She smiles. "Good. You really did save me back there."
I'm about to reply when she trips...of course, she does...and falls forward, landing right on top of me. Her boobs presses against my face, and I can't breathe. I'm pretty sure I'm about to die right here, suffocated by a princess.
She scrambles off me, blushing furiously. "I-I'm so sorry!" she stammers, quickly straightening her dress. "I didn't mean...."
"It's fine," I choke out, gasping for air. "Really."
She leaves in a hurry, still apologizing under her breath. As soon as she's gone, Lyria storms into the room, her face red with anger.
"What the hell happened?" she demands.
"Nothing! I swear, it wasn't...."
"You're getting way too close to her," she growls, her hands on her hips. "And don't think I didn't see you flirting with the maids!"
"I wasn't!" I protest. "They were just being friendly!"
Lyria narrows her eyes, clearly not buying it. "If you keep this up, you're going to regret it. Trust me."
I gulp. Somehow, I've managed to make Lyria even angrier, and with the way she's glaring at me now, I can feel my luck going from bad to worse. The maids might think I'm charming, but I'm pretty sure Lyria's plotting something far more dangerous.
And considering she's got magic on her side, I really don't want to find out what that is.