Peeking

So cute, irresistibly adorable. The urge to scoop up her flushed, delicate sister and hug her tightly was overwhelming.

This vividly captured Felicia’s thoughts as she peered through the door crack, watching Selina’s pantyhose-dressing ordeal.

Why would the dignified elven princess sneakily spy on her sister like a thief? Felicia could only claim it was an accident. She’d come to remind Selina about their family breakfast but froze at the door upon hearing a provocative moan from within.

And then, there was no turning back.

Her hand stiffened on the doorknob, her intent to enter halted. No one knew what raced through Felicia’s mind, only that her cheeks flushed as her sister’s enticing gasps echoed.

A normal sister would’ve burst in, demanding an explanation for the scandalous sounds.

But Felicia, inexplicably, didn’t. Guiltily, she cracked the door open, peering through the narrow gap to observe.

Seeing Selina collapse onto the bed, overwhelmed by the pantyhose’s sensation, Felicia—a symbol of elven purity—felt an illicit thrill. The forbidden act, so contrary to her upright nature, was exhilaratingly novel.

Her sister’s flushed, vulnerable state was adorable, but succumbing to such minor stimulation showed she hadn’t fully recovered. Tonight, as her big sister, Felicia resolved to thoroughly check Selina’s condition in bed~

With her plan set, Felicia waited until the room quieted before knocking softly.

When Selina’s soft response came, she composed herself and entered.

“Selina, are you dressed? Hurry to the dining hall—Mother’s waiting for our family breakfast.”

Suppressing her lingering gasps, Selina nodded, face red.

Felicia reached out, symbolically touching her sister’s warm cheeks. Unlike post-Sacred Bath avoidance, Selina didn’t flinch or resist this time.

Relishing the familiar warmth, Felicia’s gaze softened.

She shifted to patting Selina’s head, delighted when Selina didn’t protest. Like old times, Selina sat docilely on the bed’s edge, accepting the head-pat, even squinting comfortably with a pleased expression.

No sister, not even a former tough guy, could resist a pretty sister’s head-pat.

Satisfied, having soaked up enough “sister energy,” Felicia left. Selina, blushing, ordered Cuibis to help her up.

Though the tingling had mostly faded, her legs still trembled from the pantyhose’s lingering effect. With Cuibis’s careful support, Selina stood shakily, legs wobbling in a pigeon-toed stance.

Even standing, her pantyhose-clad legs quivered. Trying to stand unaided, she stumbled back onto the bed.

Mist formed in Selina’s emerald eyes. This body was too sensitive—mere clothing could render her legs useless.

Thankfully, elven royals didn’t reproduce conventionally, or the thought of a man’s intrusion into her delicate body would be terrifying and repulsive.

“Your Highness, are you alright?”

Cuibis, seeing someone leg-weak from pantyhose for the first time, was concerned.

“I’m fine. Just help me over. My legs are weak, but it’ll pass.”

Still reeling from the new “equipment,” Selina’s voice was softer than usual, making her appear even more pitiable to Cuibis.

Her flushed cheeks and gem-like emerald eyes, misty with shy, pleading emotions, were irresistible. Who could refuse such a charming princess?

Cuibis carefully slipped Selina’s silken feet into princess heels, and the pair headed to the dining hall.

In the simple yet luxurious golden-wood dining hall, the family of three sat together. Karina, as Empress and mother, nodded approvingly at her daughters’ vibrant morning appearances.

“Selina’s outfit is lovely today. The white pantyhose makes my darling daughter even cuter.”

Karina sipped hot tea, appraising her daughters’ attire.

As a busy Empress, she still carved out time daily for her daughters—a rarity among historical rulers.

“Absolutely, the pure milky white suits her perfectly~”

Felicia elegantly ate salad-dressed vegetables, agreeing earnestly.

Selina, sipping milk incessantly, blushed. The mere mention of pantyhose made her legs weak, especially while wearing them.

The milk’s warmth was her attempt to cool her steaming self.

If she stayed in the palace, Selina feared her sensitive body and doting mother and sister would mold her into a whimpering princess.

She had to escape the Elven Forest and head to Apocalypse Academy for serious business—pronto.