My Beloved Princess ~The Boy Called Incompetent Rises with Only a Sword and the Princess's Devotion~ - Chapter 047: Princess, This Is the Boys' Dormitory, You Know?

Wiping sweat from his whole body with a towel, he threaded his arms through replacement dragon robes.

Male blue and white dragon robes. Since silver thread was used for decoration, they felt somewhat plain compared to girls’.

Though summer season had ended, that was only on the calendar. Lingering heat remained harsh, and nights were swelteringly humid enough to perspire.

Dragonkin were a race that perspired minimally, but troublesomely, half-dragonkin Kishō sweated close to humans. After spending a day at the academy and finishing night training, laundry became necessary. Especially this season, if wearing the same robes two days consecutively—

“Shō-kun, you smell a bit.”

Ōka would pinch her nose and make an unpleasant face.

Having no choice, his daily routine became secretly washing dirty dragon robes alone late at night after other students slept.

Tossing the dragon robes needing washing onto the bed in his Lower School boys’ dormitory room, Kishō changed into nightclothes and sighed softly. Between night training and the Princess’s visit, it had become quite late.

“What did she want anyway?”

The Princess hadn’t told him the reason for her visit. Though that suggestive attitude bothered him somewhat, Kishō hadn’t pursued it.

A big yawn came out.

Honestly, he wanted to sleep already, but accumulated laundry was troublesome. Conflict arose between consciousness not wanting to postpone and instinct desiring sleep.

Unable to resist temptation, he flopped onto the bed and rolled around. Then suddenly genuine drowsiness attacked. Oh well, tomorrow will be fine—just as he thought that, the room door was modestly knocked.

‘(Who is it at this hour?)’

The time was late night. The date had long since changed.

No teachers were in the boys’ dormitory. Then it would be a student, but no close male student friends visited at such hours. In the first place, normally people were already sleeping.

He considered ignoring it, but feeling the modest knocking gradually grow louder as if urging, Kishō reluctantly raised himself from bed.

Grasping the doorknob with his right hand, he gently opened it—

A black-haired beautiful ghost stood there.

Or so he thought, but it was the Princess. She scooped up bangs that had been hanging over her downturned face and brought her pale face closer, saying:

“Let me in.”

“No, that’s scary.”

Though just an instant, he’d been genuinely quite startled. Lower School dragon robes had high white proportion, and at a glance resembled burial garments, making it even worse for his heart. Her emotionless face was deathly pale like a woman who’d died with regrets.

The Princess pressed her body forward insistently, trying to enter through the door gap.

Reflexively blocking that intrusion with his body, the Princess made a dissatisfied face.

“Why won’t you let me in?”

“No no, why are you trying to enter like it’s natural!?”

“We can’t very well have a standing conversation here.”

“I’ll point this out just in case, but that’s not your line to say.”

Willfully widening the door gap, the Princess attempted further intrusion. Pressing her delicate body forward insistently.

“Wait a minute, calm down. Your chest is touching.”

“Kishō obstructing is what’s bad. Why are you being mean?”

“I’m the bad one!?”

The boys’ dormitory was forbidden to girls.

Surely she hadn’t come for a night visit. Then for what reason was the Princess here? When he conveyed this—

“Just hurry and let me in. It’s bad if someone sees.”

“Ah. So you do recognize it’s against school rules…”

Don’t brazenly violate school rules—Kishō thought, but since the Princess being unconventional wasn’t new, he felt strangely convinced. While thinking he’d also become quite corrupted,

“Then you should understand I can’t let you in. Go back before you’re discovered.”

“Are you worried about violating school rules?”

“That’s also worrying, but… more than that, being alone together in an enclosed room is bad.”

“Why?”

Facing the Princess who tilted her head genuinely puzzled, Kishō’s head gradually began hurting. Though conversation not meshing was nothing new, how could she remain so calm? The sheltered Princess apparently didn’t understand what entering a man’s room meant.

That said, continuing this exchange here was indeed bad. At this late hour, it could be taken as a rendezvous with a man. If discovered, she’d definitely be most troubled. Not at the level where just her honor would be sullied.

“Fine. Hurry and enter.”

Reluctantly allowing her into the room. The Princess who advanced to the narrow room’s center moved her nose sniff sniff. Inhaling largely, exhaling. Taking deep breaths carefreely. An unguarded, wide-open small back. At that too-free posture, Kishō sighed.

“You really are careless. I’m seriously worried.”

The Princess turned around.

“Careless? What do you mean?”

Saying this with a completely serious face, she genuinely didn’t understand. Not a sheltered daughter but a sheltered princess. Kishō was half-seriously exasperated.

“The meaning of entering a man’s room. You don’t understand, do you?”

“I understand. That’s why I’m nervous like this.”

Poker-faced, or rather, the Princess with meager expression looked the same as usual, not appearing nervous. Her composed, dignified bearing remained intact.

No matter how favorably viewed, she didn’t seem to understand men.

“Look. Even setting aside school rules, at this late hour, a man and woman being together is quite bad.”

“Why? I don’t mind.”

Pale pink lips wriggled enticingly. Jet-black eyes turned upward challengingly. Instantly, the restraints of reason nearly came completely undone. A reachable distance. Before the academy’s greatest beauty, being driven by impulse to push her down was natural progression.

“You really don’t understand!”

Pulling the Princess’s arm, forcefully pushing her onto the bed—imagining that scene, Kishō remembered once taking the Princess’s arm and threatening similarly. Back then, he’d been dealt a stinging slap, but what would happen now? He felt momentarily driven by impulse to try, but suppressed it with steel self-control. Shaking his head as if dispelling distracting thoughts,

“Don’t think I can endure forever before the woman I love. In a contest of strength, even you’d be at a disadvantage. In such cases, you should feel bodily danger.”

Actually, if he felt like it, pushing the Princess onto the bed would be possible. Even beyond that, Kishō had power to execute.

“I’m happy you trust me. But you’re far too unguarded. I’m still a man, you know. I won’t remain safe forever.”

In fact, his reason was already approaching its limits.

The Princess made a blank face and froze.

And after brief consideration, she placed a hand on her chest and tilted her head. Deadpan,

“Do you want to consummate?”

She’d dropped an incredible bomb.

“Wha…”

Kishō felt his already heated face’s surface temperature breakthrough critical point and rise further. The words “Are you stupid, what are you saying” tangled in his throat, only muffled sounds leaking from his mouth.

Leaving Kishō speechless and unable to squeeze out words, the Princess said at her own pace:

“To consummate, in human words, means se—”

“You don’t need to say it!? I know!”

When Kishō shouted as if released from paralysis, this time the Princess—what, placed hands on her sash and undid it with a swoosh. The gathered clothing came apart and fell, and his eyes inevitably went to the swell of exposed white chest. At successive surprise attacks beyond expectation, Kishō’s confusion meter instantly maxed out and exploded in his head.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Wait a minute! Why are you undressing!?”

“? I can’t consummate without doing this.”

“Don’t cutely tilt your head!?”

Having removed her upper garment, her hakama fell to the floor and spread at her feet.

The Princess in the form of a single thin garment. A single strand of black hair falling to her exposed chest made white skin stand out even more. Her chest stood pert and impudent, and from around her waist barely hidden by clothing, white thighs extended alluringly. Any man couldn’t help but imagine what the hidden junction of those legs looked like. Such a situation.

The sound of swallowing saliva felt loud.

Stimulation from his retinas was too strong, and Kishō’s reason had truly reached its limit.

Wanting to defile this girl who knew no impurity—against that impulse, Kishō dug nails into his tightly clenched fist and barely resisted with bleeding pain. Shaking his head vigorously, repelling the beautiful girl’s temptation, placing hands on both shoulders of the lover standing before him, he opened his mouth admonishingly.

“I’ll say this just in case, Kuroyō. Such jokes aren’t funny.”

“This isn’t a joke. I’ve decided to offer my body only to you.”

—Exchange a kiss for engagement, consummate for marriage.

If they consummated, beyond engagement. They’d advance to the next stage.

The Princess’s face with hand on her chest was slightly flushed. As if having steeled her resolve, her pale pink lips pursed tightly.

“Sooner or later I intend to offer myself, so now is also fine.”

If told this much by the academy’s—no, the world’s greatest beauty and doing nothing, that person wasn’t a man. Absolutely mustn’t call themselves a man.

But Kishō had a reason he absolutely couldn’t lay hands. With heartbreaking thoughts, squeezing out words while shedding bloody tears:

“If we consummate, it’s expulsion. Then I can no longer marry you.”

Consummating marriage while a student was strictly forbidden. Breaking it meant immediate expulsion, and then opportunity to be granted peerage would be eternally lost.

“Serious criminals have peerage stripped and become unmarked. And can never be granted peerage again. Right?”

And that applied similarly for those who couldn’t graduate from the academy, treated as unmarked. Then they’d really have no choice but to elope. Or,

“Or can His Majesty the Dragon Emperor’s power manage something?”

At this question, the Princess slowly shook her head. And made a very disappointed, dejected face.

“Impossible. Even Father can’t do that. This nation’s law—the ancient dragonkin code cannot be bent even by Father.”

The Princess busily retied her sash.

Suddenly, Kishō thought. It’s still not too late. Embracing her delicate body and pushing her onto the bed was possible. And the Princess also wanted that.

Occasionally, a pleasant scent wafted from the Princess. If they pressed together and became one, could he feel it even more clearly?

Before the unguarded girl before his eyes, severing temptation required considerable mental strength.