The Alluring Senior Sister and the Capricious Princess

In the center of the council hall, a crystal ball, manipulated by Seth Nolenberg, projected an image.

It depicted a Temple expeditionary force, led by a tall female Temple Knight, navigating a dark and dilapidated underground labyrinth.

Heavenly Glow Kiori!

The tall, straight black-haired maiden at the forefront, possessing an ample bosom, was none other than Senior Sister Kiori! Her chest wasn’t excessively large; rather, it was perfectly proportioned to her towering figure, appearing slightly more generous atop an already flawless size and shape.

She was my senior during my time as a male student at the academy, the Empire’s Flower. She treated everyone with such gentle compassion, her overflowing maternal affection as striking as her captivating bosom, which seemed ill-suited for a Temple Knight.

Yet, she maintained a deliberate distance from everyone. Any action that surpassed the bounds of classmates or casual friends was met with her icy resolve.

What else? My memories, it seemed, were fragmented and disjointed, interfered with by the original Dark Princess’s recollections. Heavenly Glow Kiori—why did her name resonate so deeply within me?

Beyond the instinctive discomfort my current female body felt towards Senior Sister’s perfect chest, there was also a hint of melancholy.

In an instant, my gaze grew hollow. The surrounding scene blurred, the colossal stone pillars seeming to multiply into countless overlapping shadows. I faintly heard the crude shouts of the demons, like a nightmare.

“Ah—!” A sudden headache seized me.

“Princess! Princess!”

“Your Royal Highness!”

“Those detestable human Temple Knights are running rampant in our dungeon! Should we teach them a lesson… Your Royal Highness, what’s wrong?”

I slumped weakly against the chair, my slender hand pressing against my slightly damp forehead. My body writhed restlessly from the headache. “Unh… This princess, seeing that human woman with the large chest, feels utterly unwell… Is there any water?”

As I spoke, a faint blush colored my small face. My misty, moist eyes seemed to gaze longingly into the distant void.

“Princess!!! So cute!!!” A group of demons seemed to go wild over my performance! Several even clashed, vying to bring me water.

“That big-chested hussy is truly detestable! To make our princess feel unwell just by looking at her!”

“Is she trying to make the princess faint with her chest!?”

Other less refined demons clamored, showering me with insults, all in an attempt to curry favor.

Ugh, if a soul could vomit, I felt I would thoroughly empty myself! However, to cleverly mask my true state, I had no choice but to resort to such a tactic. It seemed to be quite effective.

The simple-minded demons only noticed their princess’s pouting, overlooking any potential abnormalities in her memory or thought process.

My gaze stealthily flickered to Seth Nolenberg, and I involuntarily trembled. Indeed, the old man was observing me with profound eyes, clearly not swayed by my act of cuteness.

Hmph! This muscular old butler truly couldn’t be underestimated. What exactly was his true form, anyway?

A demon emerged victorious from the brawl, scurrying over to offer me water. They knelt before me, presenting it with deference. I took a delicate sip, then returned the cup to their hand, unconcerned that they remained kneeling, serving as my personal demon-tea-table.

Unhurriedly, I crossed my legs, tossing my twin pigtails behind me. As I crossed my legs, I professionally used my hand to cover the short skirt beneath my abdomen. This subtle detail, something only years of feminine upbringing could instill, I deliberately performed. The reason, of course, wasn’t genuine shame, but to make my performance more convincing.

Then, a glint of shrewdness flashed in my eyes as I looked at Seth. “Based on your estimation, what is the combat strength of this team?”

In truth, while I had studied combat and even participated in simple academy dungeon adventure internships, I was truly not proficient. As a male, in a one-on-one, real fight, I could probably only defeat a single goblin. However, my current body was that of the Dark Princess of the Demon Realm.

I presumed this meant not only noble status but also formidable combat power or magical abilities? Yet, those memory fragments only seemed to resurface upon seeing actual scenes. For now, I remained ignorant and had no opportunity to test them.

I had a reason for asking Seth Nolenberg this question. I had no idea about the combat strength of this dungeon, which was nominally mine. However, asking directly would be illogical and arouse suspicion. I needed to coax the old man into revealing the information.

Seth Nolenberg furrowed his thick white brows, stating shrewdly, “These Temple Knights, judging by their formation and gait, are clearly experts! Our surveillance barrier on the first floor isn’t complex; at their level, they couldn’t possibly be unaware of being monitored.

This means they simply don’t hold us in any regard! However, our surveillance barrier consists only of magic eyes placed throughout the underground labyrinth, capable of transmitting images but not detecting an opponent’s strength. Nevertheless, a team capable of defeating a Lich should never be underestimated!

It’s also not easy to injure Buqu, yet they managed to wound her without appearing to suffer any damage themselves. They all seem perfectly composed… This team is likely the most formidable to invade our dungeon in recent years!”

Hee hee! I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. Well said, old muscular man. With that analysis, my next words could now flow freely.

“Seth Nolenberg!” I began. “Then, what do you think? How great a threat do these people pose to us, and what is their objective?”

“This old man is also unaware of their objective, but human teams entering a dungeon typically have three reasons: seeking treasure, honing their skills, or vengeance! None of these are things we can easily endure. A team of this caliber clearly won’t be satisfied with a few cheap trinkets from the upper levels!” Seth Nolenberg said with a grave expression.

However, I deliberately didn’t respond to Seth Nolenberg. Instead, I watched Senior Sister Kiori swaying back and forth, moving left and right in the image. I deliberately adopted a mocking tone and said, “Seth Nolenberg, I hear Temple Knights are all celibate, is that right?”

Seth Nolenberg paused, then respectfully replied, “I hear that seems to be the case, Your Royal Highness.”

“Hmph!” I scoffed disdainfully. “If they’re celibate, why bother having such an ample chest? Doesn’t it seem quite superfluous!”

I pointed at Senior Sister Kiori in the image, yet my gaze was fixed on Seth Nolenberg.

“This… forgive this old man, I do not know.”

Watching Seth Nolenberg’s forehead bead with sweat, I couldn’t help but want to laugh. Hmph, let’s see if you still dare to doubt me. Since I am the Demon King’s daughter, why not be capricious and unpredictable, keeping these demons guessing!

“Your Royal Highness,” Seth Nolenberg seemed somewhat helpless with me. “Then, how do you intend to deal with them?”

“Confronting such a chest head-on is futile; one can only resort to humiliation, exposure, and other methods…”

“No, Your Royal Highness, this old man was asking how to deal with the Temple Knights’ invasion.”

“Eh? Ah, hehe, yes, yes, um… *cough cough*, we cannot act rashly against such powerful enemies. Seth Nolenberg, I want to summon the strongest combat forces of the entire dungeon to this council hall to jointly discuss countermeasures!” I uttered these words, feigning reluctance, but having meticulously planned them.

“As you command, Princess!” Seth Nolenberg agreed without any hesitation this time. I seemed to grasp the knack for handling these demons. Hmph, when problems arise, being willful and unruly is more effective than serious deliberation and compensation!

Seth Nolenberg, that old fellow, went out to gather my cadres. I didn’t want to stay with these ugly, leering demons either, so I waved my hand, dismissing them all. The crystal ball’s image, however, remained.

My gaze once again fell upon Senior Sister Kiori, the leader of the Temple Knight expeditionary force. She wore white armor adorned with golden patterns. Her height, even without shoes, I estimated to be over 1.75 meters—taller than I was as a male!

Her long, jet-black, flowing hair was precisely my favorite type. I always felt that her body seemed to radiate a certain noble light, a serene radiance that was both desirable and unattainable for me in this dark underground city.

Even from afar, through the magical image, one could perceive a sacred, elegant, yet perfectly gentle glow in her eyes.

One degree warmer would be too much; one degree colder would be heartbreakingly frigid.

The magical image seemed to read my thoughts, zooming in on Senior Sister Kiori.

Her skin was so fair, yet it revealed a healthy blush. Her exquisitely beautiful face made one feel that even to behold it with eyes unwashed by glacial springs would be a desecration of art. And within the lofty, cool temperament of this artwork, there was a certain affinity that could melt one’s very heart.

Her lips were soft and lustrous, forming a striking contrast with her pure white skin, hinting that she was not an ethereal angel detached from worldly desires, but a healthy woman of flesh and blood, in the full bloom of youth. Of course, I knew that Temple Knights were absolutely celibate!

Yet, this restraint, glimpsed through the delicate parting of her glistening lips, held an indescribable incongruity that paradoxically formed the most exquisite harmony.

As a Temple Knight, Senior Sister Kiori was committed to lifelong celibacy, likely completely unaware of what it meant to be a woman. While innate lack of desire was noble, how much more inspiring it was to possess an alluring figure and vibrant desires, yet to suppress and endure them with a sacred will!

For some reason, I seemed to discern such a signal from her lips, nose, and eyes. Of course, perhaps I was simply being overly sentimental.

My gaze once again fell upon her hair. Unlike my own black hair, which had a slight chestnut tint, hers was truly a lustrous, straight black.

If we were both girls, her hair would surely be the object of envy and jealousy, wouldn’t it? Especially considering my consciousness was still male.

Her ears were hidden beneath her beautiful black hair, faintly visible.

“Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness!” The muscular butler’s voice broke through.

“Eh?” I suddenly realized I had been completely lost in staring at Senior Sister Kiori. Instantly, my face flushed, and my breathing grew uncontrollably quick.

Fortunately, to Seth Nolenberg, I was a girl, so he shouldn’t misinterpret my entranced staring at an enemy knight as anything strange.

No, I can’t look anymore. This woman is poisonous!

I forcibly redirected my attention to another girl beside her—a short-haired warrior with chestnut-brown hair, clad in revealing dark green armor. Calling it armor was perhaps generous; it looked more like a metal bikini!

My memories of this girl were quite clear. She was Senior Sister Kiori’s classmate, her deputy, and her assistant for academy affairs—in common terms, her follower. Loynin, that was her name.

However, I found her choice of attire utterly unacceptable. Wearing something so revealing into a dungeon—was she truly here for an adventure, or to entice demons? Walking beside Senior Sister Kiori, didn’t Senior Sister feel she would be contaminated by her?

“Your Royal Highness!”

“Hmm?” Damn it, I got distracted by another girl again. Am I the most girl-crazy princess in the Demon Realm?

“Your Royal Highness, the cadres from all levels have been summoned. They are awaiting you in the Great Underground Arena!” Seth Nolenberg announced.

Eh? Why not here? But I didn’t voice the question.

Just as I stood up, Seth Nolenberg suddenly knelt down with extreme reverence.

“That Your Royal Highness can so calmly handle such a grave crisis is truly a blessing for our race!”

It seemed the old man didn’t suspect me. Perhaps I should exploit his loyalty?

“What? Haven’t I always been this calm and decisive?” At a moment like this, I planned to use a phrase that could be taken as truth or a question to muddle through. However, as I uttered the words, fragments of memories, not my own, flooded in: the willful, stubborn, even cruel moments of the Dark Princess, each one unbearable to witness.

My eyes once again became hollow.

I felt as if I were in a sea of blood mist, an uncontrollable urge to kill, causing every object that approached me to be torn into fragments by an incredible dark power. Even in my consciousness, I couldn’t clearly see what I had done… Only the overwhelmingly pungent smell of blood, and an utterly inappropriate madness and excitement born of brutality and bloodlust.

“Ah…” I let out a delicate cry, one that would make my male self never want to be seen by anyone again, and collapsed weakly onto the massive, cold throne.