The princess pulled the front of her dress before speaking, "I said quiet! Get on your knees and lick my pussy!"
'Oho! What do we have here?' Alphonse smiled at his new discovery.
Celeste was shaking from head to toe, unsure what to do. However, her knees slowly began to buckle.
Alphonse tried to stretch to get a better view but couldn't see what was happening.
The princess placed both hands on the back of Celeste's neck and began to push the girl's face against her pussy.
"Get that tongue out, you whore. I want to see you licking every part of that pussy." The princess spoke loudly to the girl.
Alphonse could easily hear the sound of Celeste licking the princess.
'Damn. There's no way to record something like that. It could be the proof I need.' He thought.
The princess began to move her hips, forcing the girl's face against her pussy.
"That's it, my little pig, don't stop sucking me. Faster. Faster."
She was breathing faster and faster; her face was completely red.
"Hmmm," The princess moaned without any shame, sometimes biting her lips in pleasure. "That's it. Keep going. You little slut, don't stop. Your mistress is in charge."
Celeste sped up every time the princess moaned.
"Ah! Ah! I'm going to cum on your face, you slut." Those were the princess's last words before she came.
Celeste pulled away for a second to get some air. Her glasses were fogged and crooked on her face; her chin was completely wet.
The princess quickly put two fingers inside her pussy, before pulling them out. "Nice work bitch. As a reward, you get to drink my juice." She put both fingers inside the girl's mouth, who licked her fingers obediently.
"P-princess." Celeste stammered.
"I already told you not to call me that. When we're alone, you can either call me Mistress or Elise." Elise commented, pulling the girl into a deep kiss.
Celeste was still shaken by everything that had happened when the princess stood up, fixed her dress, and pulled the girl out of the room.
"You'll have to wait until we get back to the palace. I still want to enjoy the party, and you have to drink something to get the taste of pussy out of your mouth."
As soon as Alphonse heard them leaving the room, he breathed again.
'Phew. Elise, right? I need to get to know the royal family better. Information like this could be really interesting.' He thought.
The boy waited a few minutes before leaving, making sure no one was in front of the door.
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As soon as Alphonse was able to leave the room, he quickly exited the second floor to return to the party. He retraced his steps back to the bathroom and deactivated his magic.
He blended into the crowd once again, chatting with some nobles in an attempt to create an alibi in case anyone noticed his absence. In the center of the party stood Marie, surrounded by a few nobles involved in maritime commerce. They obviously knew her for more dubious reasons, but still within the boundaries of the law, she was a valuable business partner.
Alphonse made his way toward his grandmother. Upon seeing him, Marie nodded, waiting for some kind of response regarding the job. He gave her a slight nod, confirming it was done.
Marie didn't know what to think. The mission was exactly what she needed to improve her business, but she didn't want to concede any ground to the boy.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. I need to step away for a moment," Marie said, leaving the circle of nobles she had been conversing with and walking up to the boy.
"What did you manage to get?" she asked.
"Leverage. Something to clear the obstacles in your way," Alphonse replied. "However, it's best if we wrap up the night."
He didn't want to explain, but if someone entered the office, they'd find it turned upside down—not due to him, but to Princess Elise's escapades. Still, they might notice the missing document.
Marie didn't need an explanation to understand they needed to leave and reduce any suspicion surrounding them.
"Go find your sister. Meet me at the entrance as soon as you can," she instructed.
Alphonse didn't wait to respond. He began walking through the ballroom, but no matter where he looked, his sister didn't seem to be at the party.
'Maybe she's outside,' he thought.
The first floor had a large balcony that served as a garden. The vast area resembled a labyrinth, with hundreds of plants and flowers arranged throughout.
In this section of the party, several smaller groups were still enjoying the cool evening air. As Alphonse walked through, the sound of laughter and conversations filled the space.
He stopped for a moment. 'I think I heard her voice.' Looking between the groups, he spotted one with a few people, and there she was—Sophie.
'Aha! Finally,' he thought.
Walking over to the group, he could hear their conversation.
"You say you already have a commitment, but with whom?" one boy asked.
"I can't say," Sophie responded.
"She doesn't want to talk. Leave her alone," a girl in the group snapped at the boy.
"No, she's also from the South, so it makes sense for our families to unite. Tell me who you're going to marry," the boy insisted, but Sophie ignored him.
"Let her be. The girl has a moron for a brother who only passed because they paid someone off, and you want to mess with such a small house?" a tall, blond boy commented while gripping the other boy's shoulder.
"Ahem," Alphonse cleared his throat. "Sophie, let's go. It's time for us to leave."
"Not yet," the boy spoke louder. "If she won't tell me, you have to. No one denies a Kaiserstadt betrothal."
"If she didn't want to speak, I won't force her," Alphonse responded calmly, taking Sophie's hand and pulling her away from the group.
"You will answer me, or else," the boy threatened, resting his hand on the sword at his waist.
"Or else what?" Now irritated by the boy's attitude, Alphonse instinctively formed a ball of fire in one hand. "What do you plan to do?"
"These smaller houses are really getting bolder by the day," another red-haired boy commented. His features were refined, his outfit more elaborate than anyone else's at the party. He was also one of the tallest and most muscular in the group, exuding confidence.
"Prince," the boy with the sword seemed even more emboldened when he saw someone supporting him. "Respect your future emperor and speak, boy."
"Future emperor? He isn't the emperor yet. I bow only to Louis di Velorian," Alphonse's words shocked everyone. "Besides, Hohenberg might be a small house, but we're in the capital alongside the Countess of Valois. Understand that disrespecting Hohenberg is the same as humiliating the Valois."
"Impossible," the boy stammered.
"The next time you pretend you're going to attack me, I'll turn you into a pile of ashes," Alphonse said coldly, glaring at the boy.
Without waiting for a reply, he turned his back on the group and led Sophie away by the hand.
'Damn it. I just made a prince my enemy. What was I thinking?' Alphonse scolded himself for his actions but kept the flame of his anger burning.
They quickly reached the entrance of the party, where Marie was waiting with a carriage.
Noticing Sophie's sadness and Alphonse's simmering rage, the grandmother chose not to ask questions. She entered the carriage with them and waited until they reached the penthouse.
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As soon as they opened the penthouse door, Marie's two assistants appeared, helping the three of them inside.
"What happened to you two?" the grandmother asked.
"We had some trouble with the damned Prince and a descendant of the Kaiserstadt family," Alphonse replied, his anger slipping into his voice.
"They wanted to know who I was engaged to," Sophie said, sounding sad.
"Shit," Marie muttered softly.
"Things escalated, and I had to use the Valois name to ward off the prince, but I also promised to burn that damned descendant," Alphonse explained while looking at his grandmother.
If she needed any proof that the boy was willing to protect Sophie, this was undoubtedly one of the best.
"I-I'm going to my room," Sophie said in a low voice.
"Oh, no, you're not. Stay right there," Alphonse said.
His sister froze in place, not understanding what her brother wanted.
The boy walked over to one of the sofas and sat down.
"Grandmother, who is responsible for a family when the father or mother isn't present?" Alphonse asked.
"The eldest child," she answered, trying to figure out the purpose of the question.
"In that case, if someone in the family causes trouble and doesn't follow the orders, who is supposed to determine the punishment? The eldest child, correct?" Alphonse continued.
"Correct," Marie replied.
"Sophie, I told you at the start of the party that you should have left the group as soon as you sensed trouble could arise," he explained.
"B-but I was with the girls when—" Sophie tried to explain.
"No. You had the option, and you almost got us into trouble. It's my duty to punish you," Alphonse said.
"Y-yes, brother," his sister responded in a low voice.
Marie and the assistants stood by, watching the exchange, not fully understanding what was happening.
"Now, take off your dress and lie across my legs."
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