Surviving as a Prince of Britannia

Author’s Note : This chapter contains mature content.

This interlude is described as Schneizel's point of view

A day before Lysander attends the memorial ceremony in the Falkland Islands

The night sea wind blows through the curtains.

Brown hair flies across the bed.

"Aaaah... Schneizel... I love you...! Fill me up...! Inside!“

My elder sister and my secret lover, Geneviere shakes her hips, trembling.

I grabbed her hips tight and thrust all the way in.

Thump

Thump

"Haa... Sis... It's so tight..."

Fucking my elder stepsister.

Lysander is certainly the same, and brother Odysseus, perhaps even Lelouch... everyone is coveting the throne right now.

My sister seems to be in a hurry too.

Fortunately, my maternal uncle, Renato El, Grand Master of the Knighthood of the Pampas, gave us the VIP suite when we arrived the day before the ceremony.

Thanks to that, we're able to do such crazy things.

Geneviere pants, collapsing on my chest.

I stroke her back and whisper.

"...How's Area 8, Elder Sis?"

Tsk

Geneviere raised her eyebrows and bit my nipples slightly.

"You're talking about work when we've come all this way?"

"I'm sorry. But I was curious..."

She sighed and stood up.

Her chest was shaking.

“Those Straya guys are still crazy.”

“I’ve barely managed to talk them out of doing another nuclear test and missile launch."

I laughed.

"Of course, only you could handle those maniacs, elder sister."

Geneviere attacked me again.

"Save the compliments for later. Hold me now..."

She climbs on top of me and shakes her hips frantically.

"Haaaah...!"

"More... Do it harder...!"

I grabbed her waist and thrusted up from below.

The bed creaked.

The second time, she turned around.

The third time, she stood with her hand against the wall.

It stopped at almost 4 AM in the morning.

Geneviere, covered in sweat, hugged me.

"...It's a good thing we finished before Lysander comes."

I stroked her hair.

"We have to mourn the fallen warriors this morning."

Geneviere giggled.

"Before that... One more time?"

And our lips met again.

Few hours later.

With a knock, the door opened.

"Princess, Prince. The mourning clothes are ready."

Renato himself entered, holding black dresses and suits.

Geneviere pulls the duvet up to her chin and screams.

"Grand Master!!"

"Why didn't you knock first and come in right away!!"

He smiled calmly and put down the clothes.

"It's an hour before the memorial ceremony."

"Come down to the lobby in 30 minutes."

"The dress was sized for you, Princess."

I hurriedly got up and bowed.

"Thank you, Uncle."

Renato gave me the slightest wink.

"Ningún problema"

When the door closed, Geneviere threw a pillow.

Whoosh

"I'm going to kill him...!"

I laughed and hugged her.

"Elder sis, please hold it together just for my sake."