Stockings and Pantyhose

As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm, but it hardly applied to Karina. Even if she didn’t rise, someone would serve her delicacies on a platter.

To avoid being treated like a baby by Felicia and Cuibis, Selina abandoned her recent habit of sleeping in.

Early to bed, early to rise—her healthy routine left her refreshed today. Hearing her stir, Cuibis hurried to assist.

Selina wasn’t used to being dressed by others, but princess dresses were so intricate that doing it alone was a struggle.

With her decision paralysis, she left clothing choices to Cuibis. The princess’s personal maid had impeccable taste.

After rummaging through the royal wardrobe, Cuibis approached with a curated outfit.

Seeing the form-fitting, off-shoulder princess dress, Selina sighed softly, nodding in resignation.

By her own habits, she’d pick men’s clothing for simplicity, but Karina wouldn’t allow it. Memories of recent princess etiquette training lingered vividly.

The elven royal family was entirely female—no men’s clothing existed in the palace.

Even if there were, Selina wouldn’t dare wear it, fearing Karina’s repercussions.

Felicia’s worry for her sister had only just eased. If Selina, as the second princess, wore men’s clothing now, her overprotective sister’s nerves would fray again.

Fine, spare Felicia, spare myself.

Besides, she’d worn princess dresses for five years—not her first rodeo. With Cuibis’s help, she donned the ornate white-and-emerald dress. Next came the lower half. Expecting classic thigh-high stockings, Selina’s emerald eyes widened at the sight of the pure white silk item in Cuibis’s hands.

This wasn’t a thigh-high—it was pantyhose, something she’d never tried!

Despite five years as a princess, pantyhose were uncharted territory.

People are naturally curious and sensitive about new experiences. Cuibis noticed Selina’s unusually flushed cheeks, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Your Highness, is the dress uncomfortable? Shall I adjust it?”

Royal garments were top-tier, free of the coarse friction common in civilian clothes. But one could never be too careful with Her Highness’s delicate skin.

“N-No, it’s fine. Just… why pantyhose today?”

Selina turned away shyly, her voice barely a whisper.

Cuibis assumed it was a morning mood swing and didn’t dwell on the blush.

“Your Highness means the pantyhose? My apologies for not considering you’ve never worn them.

Before, your body wasn’t fully mature, so I chose children’s white stockings. But after the Sacred Bath, you’ve matured significantly, making you suited for more styles.”

Cuibis’s gaze drifted to Selina’s chest. Post-Sacred Bath, Selina’s physique and aura had grown more mature. Once caught between loli and maiden, she was now a budding young woman, her chest rivaling Felicia’s in prominence.

Following Cuibis’s gaze, Selina glanced down. Cuibis wasn’t wrong—after her deal with Themis, this body was increasingly feminine. Was it Themis’s prank?

Selina wouldn’t admit the tiny spark of pride in her heart. Even at her worst, she outdid that flat-as-a-board white-haired fluffball. Even a reincarnated girl like her could outshine in development!

Lost in thought with her chin slightly raised, Selina jolted as her toes brushed the silky fabric. Before she could protest, a cool, smooth, slightly constricting sensation climbed from her ankles to her calves and thighs.

“Wait, eek~”

The sensation was too sudden. A soft, girlish moan escaped her cherry lips.

The unfamiliar tingle, like a quick electric current, surged from her feet through her nerves to her brain.

Too intense~

The sensation was unlike thigh-highs.

Those familiar with thigh-highs know that, despite similar materials, they stop at the thighs.

The main feeling comes from the band’s slight pressure against soft skin, creating a visual “pinch” effect.

But that’s mostly for onlookers. The wearer feels friction at the band’s edge.

This friction was similar but distinct!

Yes, friction—the subtle sensation from her thighs rubbing together in pantyhose was unforgettable.

As a child unaware of such things, Selina had been mildly addicted to that first thigh-high experience. Why so skilled? Instinct, of course!

But thigh-highs were one thing, pantyhose another. Equating them was like missing the true feminine experience.

Cuibis, focused on dressing her, didn’t notice Selina’s reaction. With practiced ease, she slipped the pantyhose over Selina’s legs. The final step was covering the upper thighs’ private areas.

As Cuibis stood to help Selina up, she noticed her princess’s odd expression—flushed cheeks, parted cherry lips revealing a dainty tongue, and eyes glazed as if overwhelmed.

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

What happened? All she did was help with pantyhose—how did it come to this?

Selina didn’t know if she could finish dressing. Her legs, overwhelmed by the sensation, were too weak to stand.

The tingling lingered, unyielding…

She felt utterly broken, like a little vixen~