Surviving as a Prince of Britannia

Author’s Note : This chapter contains mature content.

This interlude takes place after Chapter 3, Side Story 3.1 and before Side Story 3.2. It is told from Schneizel's point of view.

Right after our father, Emperor Charles's speech concluding the war ended.

My elder half-sister Guinevere su Britannia watched Lysander, our younger half-brother being dragged away by our younger half-sisters, Cornelia and Euphemia at the Pendragon Square and gritted her teeth.

"I hate seeing that!"

She grabbed my arm.

I was flustered.

"Sister, why suddenly...?"

"Shut up! They can't be the only ones having fun!"

Guinevere took me to her residence.

As soon as the door closed, she turned and grabbed me by the collar.

"...Sister?"

Mwah

Instead of answering, her lips met mine.

There was no time to catch our breath.

I tried to pull her away, looking flustered.

"E, elder sister! What is this..."

Guinevere spoke in a low voice.

"I know."

She started undressing me.

"I know you don't even have a fiancée, let alone a mistress or a lover."

I shook my head.

"That... has nothing to do with what we're talking about right now..."

"It does."

Guinevere pulled my collar.

"Last war, the burnt-down residence in Area 2... I rebuilt it with my own money following the orders of the 'Chancellor of the Empire'."

"I'll take that as my reward."

My hand stopped in mid-air.

"E, elder sister, this is... not right."

"Setting aside the fact that incestuous marriage is not illegal in this empire..."

Guinevere's eyes wavered.

"Am I not to your liking?"

Sob

"Thanks to you...I'm now currently fighting with the lunatics of Straya as a viceroy of Area 8...but I don't get rewarded?"

Tears welled up in Guinevere's eyes.

For a moment, I could say nothing.

The suppressed emotions unique to those who survived the war were in her voice.

"Elder sister..."

Guinevere hugged my neck.

"Please... I want to be happy too."

I finally gave up.

"Okay... elder sister."

That night, the air in Guinevere's residence was thick with heat, heavy with the scent of her arousal.

I hauled her onto the mattress, her body crushing against mine, demanding immediate attention.

"Yes... put it in. Right now. I need you inside me, Schneizel."

I bit down on the sensitive curve of her neck, my hands fumbling with the fabric of her dress as if it were an impediment.

Her dress fell away, pooling around her ankles, revealing her flushed, trembling body.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, kneading the muscle as she arched her back, a breathless moan escaping her lips.

"Faster! Yes, just like that! Don't stop! I'm going to break if you don't!"

I gripped her hips, pulling her flush against me, driving myself deep into her heat in one stroke.

"Ahhh! It's so hot... it burns! Schneizel, it's too much!"

"Haa... yes... deeper... harder... don't hold back!"

"Look at me! Only look at me! I need to see your face when you take me!"

I abandoned all restraint, pistoning into her with fierce determination, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.

Her nails raked down my back, drawing blood, her body trembling violently beneath me.

"Oh god! Yes! Right there! Don't stop! I'm cumming!"

"Fill me! Give it all to me! Spill it inside me!"

I roared my release, burying myself deep as my seed spilled into her hot, clamping depths.

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and fluids, our hearts hammering against each other.

"Just a little more... I'm not done yet. I want to feel you again."

"I will ruin you with pleasure until you can't think straight, whatever my sister desires."

After some time passed, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Guinevere was lying next to me, looking at the ceiling.

"...You don't regret it, right?"

In response to Guinevere's question, I thought for a moment and answered.

"...My head is a little complicated."

Hmph

"That's very like you, Schneizel."

Then, a vibration cut through the silence.

It was Guinevere’s phone.

“What... a Straya News Alert?”

She checked the screen.

Famous Author MRRG Announces New Work : The Dragon of Houses

Dragons that devour volcanic rocks reminiscent of Area 11’s Sakuradite.

Nightmarish creatures, inorganic and almost devoid of emotional expression.

An imperial civil war tangled with countless wives, children, and incest.

Above all, the map of the empire in question seemed to have completely inverted the regions corresponding to Areas 1 through 7—the Britannian homeland.

Guinevere’s expression twisted in an instant.

She immediately called Sophia Luna, the Foreign Minister of Straya.

“Yes. This is Sophia Luna, Foreign Minister of the Free and Equal Republic of Straya—”

Before the woman’s smooth voice could finish, an expletive burst from Guinevere’s mouth.

“You fucking bitch!”

Sophia replied without the slightest change in tone.

“Oh... Princess? Did you call the wrong number?”

“Perhaps you mistook me for some homewrecker?”

Guinevere shouted.

“What the hell is this news supposed to be, huh?!”

“Who do you think you’re fooling?! What is MRRG’s new novel, The Dragon of Houses?!”

“It is a fictional work, Your Highness.”

“As a free and equal republic, we absolutely guarantee freedom of expression, you know.”

“Shut up! Stop doing nuclear experiments!”

Sophia laughed.

“Ah, I believe I have explained this before. That is a misunderstanding.”

“It's not a nuclear testing but a scientific research.”

“What kind of bullshit is that, you kangaroo-koala hybrid bitch?!”

“When your mother was pregnant with you, did she have worms in her belly or something—”

I whispered from the side.

“Elder Sister, please restrain yourself."

"We should respond to this through another channel.”

Then Sophia spoke as though she had heard me.

“Oh my. You are with a man?”

“Hehe. Then I suppose I interrupted something pleasant.”

“Shut up!”

Click

At last, unable to control her temper any longer, Guinevere hung up first.

“Damn it...”

She turned to me.

“Schneizel, you’re the only one I can trust. I need to return to Area 8.”

I nodded.

“I understand, Elder Sister. I will handle this matter.”

Yes.

If they intend to taunt us with books, then we can answer in kind.

Or perhaps with computer games.

I should consult my advisor and the Minister of the Imperial Treasury, Galen Paranese, and ask whether he can recommend someone suitable.

“Yeah... thank you, Schneizel.”

Guinevere lightly pulled me by the collar and gave me a soft kiss.

Mwah

I smiled.

“I understand, Elder Sister.”

Guinevere walked toward the door, then suddenly turned back.

“Wait a moment.”

“?”

“Tonight is...”

She rolled her eyes meaningfully.

“Overtime.”

The door closed.

The war was over.

But it seemed our night was not yet over.

Glossary

Area 8 : Hawaii, New Zealand, and the Pacific Islands.

MRRG : A popular Strayan fantasy author.

The Dragon of Houses : MRRG’s new fantasy novel.

Minister of the Imperial Treasury : Britannia’s central economic authority, overseeing fiscal policy, industrial policy, state finance, and central banking functions.