The Incompetent Emperor Who Changes the World from the Shadows: Iron, Gunpowder, and the Young Maidens of Favor - Chapter 13: Tsundere Lala ☆

Chapter 13: Tsundere Lala ☆

It’s a typical day at Brunhilde Palace, in the midst of detergent development.

“Your Majesty, I can’t get my work done.”

Glaring at me with a stern expression is Lala, one of my personal maids.

Her blonde twin-tails and prickly personality are just my type.

She’s 17, but her body is less developed than other girls her age.

Her petite frame has a gentle chest curve, and her small but round, perky bottom emphasizes her girlish charm more than womanly allure.

“It’s just changing the sheets, isn’t it?”

I’m circling my hand over Lala’s bottom as she tries to work by the bed.

“That’s what I’m saying—it’s keeping me from doing my job!”

She snaps at me, sounding annoyed, but she doesn’t pull away from my touch.

Instead, she’s sticking her bottom out, letting it happen.

I didn’t order her to “stay still.”

In other words, she’s not outright rejecting my “groping.”

“Maybe you should hold off on changing the sheets.”

“Why? If I don’t hurry, the head maid will scold me!”

“Then just tell her later that I ravished you.”

At those words, she turns her head away and retorts:

“What kind of nonsense is that?!”

Her tone is sharp, but her ears, visible from where I stand, are bright red.

“You’d get an official break, approved by me.”

I wrap my arms around her from behind, hugging her.

“Stop it!”

She squirms, but it’s not a strong rejection.

If anything, it feels like she’s acting this way out of embarrassment.

“You’re so cute, Lala.”

I nibble gently on her flushed ear.

“Ahn~!”

Her body jolts with a twitch.

“And you smell nice.”

She’s wearing a citrusy perfume, probably to mask her natural feminine scent.

“Don’t sniff me so much…”

Her resistance is weak.

“And these breasts that fit perfectly in my palms are nice too.”

Compared to the other maids, Lala’s chest is small—probably a B-cup.

I savor the soft, snug feel in my hands.

“Your Majesty, are you mocking me for having small breasts?!”

“No, no, they’re not small.

Unlike Lily, Maria, or Agnes, whose breasts spill out of my hands, yours don’t overwhelm me.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“It’s a compliment.”

“…Really?”

Lala mumbles something in a tiny voice.

“Hm? What’s that?”

“Are they better than Lily’s, Maria’s, or Agnes’s?”

“Breasts aren’t for comparing, you know.

They’re like a personality trait.

Yours suit you perfectly.

But if we’re talking, they’re definitely shapely and beautiful—better than big ones in that sense.”

“Beautiful…”

“Stop it… that kind of flattery…”

“Flattery gets me nowhere with you, Lala.

This is how I really feel.

Look.”

I slip off her blouse, exposing her breasts, and knead them gently with both hands, cupping their beautiful shape.

“Nn~… No… It’s no good…”

“What’s no good?”

“When Your Majesty touches me, I feel it…

My nipples get hard…”

Lala’s body trembles, and she tries desperately to stifle her voice.

“Your body’s honesty is one of your best traits, Lala.”

“No… I… I have to work…”

“Breaks are important too, Lala.”

I turn her to face me from our back-hug position, sealing her lips before she can protest.

“…Nn~… Nnnn~… chuu… ero… chuu… Uu~…”

I force my tongue into her mouth, exploring it.

At first, her tongue resists, but it gradually weakens, eventually entwining eagerly with mine.

Her slightly clumsy tongue work might lack finesse for serving, but it stirs a thrilling sense of conquest over her girlishness.

In that way, she’s a different flavor from the other maids.

“Are you getting wet?”

I lift her skirt and touch her secret place.

Her drawers are damp, with a faint stain.

“I-I’m not wet!”

She denies it desperately, but her love juices are surely flowing.

“Let’s check, then.

If you’re lying, you’ll need a punishment.

Come on, lift your skirt.”

I give the order and crouch down, slipping off her drawers.

A thread of love juice stretches from her crotch.

When I touch it, I feel a thick, slick liquid.

“Aahh~!”

Just a light prod of her vaginal opening with my finger draws a moan from her.

“No helping it.

You need a punishment.”

Instead of my finger, I bring my mouth directly to her crotch.

A musky feminine scent tickles my nose—Lala’s true smell, no longer hidden by perfume.

Still tinged with a trace of girlishness, it’s not the heavy scent of a mature woman but a precocious mix, like milk and sweetness.

A girl’s unique, sweet, and poignant fragrance.

Unable to resist, I latch onto her crotch, slurping her love juices.

“Nha~! No… No, no, no… I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come so fast!”

I ignore Lala’s feeble protests and press my assault.

“…Aahh~… Ahn~… No… It’s no good… Really… Aahh~… I’m coming… I’m coming! I’m coming!!!”

Her body arches like a bow, convulsing.

I stand, kiss her dazed face, and carry her in a princess hold to the bed.

“Your Majesty~… It’s not fair that you’re the only one attacking.”

“Fair point.

How about you serve me this time?”

“Ugh, always being on the receiving end isn’t fun either.”

Wait, I asked for service…

Well, that’s such a Lala response.

I lay her on the bed, but she quickly sits up, fumbling with my lower half and pulling off my trousers.

“Well, as usual, it’s got a ferocious shape, Your Majesty’s little friend.”

Lala grins like a mischievous imp.

“It’s reacting to your body, you know.”

“To think you’d get turned on by a childish body like mine—what a beast!

Getting aroused by a little girl, how lewd.”

“You’re only a year younger than Lily or Hannelia, you know.”

“I-I’m just a bit slower to develop than the others!”

Pouting, Lala takes my cock in her mouth with a kapu.

“Nn~… Nnn~…”

It’s a clumsy blowjob… or rather, a bit rough.

Lala’s been a maid for over six months, but she doesn’t focus on technique.

She licks however she wants, forgetting the concept of “service.”

Some maid she is…

“Ohh~… Foh~… Nn… Nn~…”

Still, her earnest effort is adorable and endearing.

It makes me want to savor her body even more.

“I’ll lick you too, so straddle me and point your ass this way.”

“Does Your Majesty want to drink my honey?”

“Don’t you want to drink my semen too?”

“Hehe, I love Your Majesty’s cum.”

I sink my upper body into the bed, and she shifts to show me her secret place—a classic sixty-nine position.

But she’s so small her face doesn’t quite reach my crotch.

No choice, I’ll use my fingers instead.

I slide my fingers in and out of her vaginal opening, guchu guchu, a bit roughly but with affection.

“Aahh~… Uha~… Ii… Ii~… More… More~!”

Her blowjob falters, and eventually, she pulls her mouth away, moaning.

I’m not into forcing a blowjob as a “play,” so her reaction feels cute in its own way.

“Hey, your blowjob stopped.”

“But Your Majesty’s fingers feel so good…”

“Can’t be helped.”

I grab her thighs, pull her closer, and press my mouth to her crotch, slurping her love juices with a loud zuzuzu.

“Aaahh~… Aaaahh~… Iaaahh~!!”

Lala moans wildly.

Her love juices flow endlessly, overwhelming my taste and smell.

The thrill of making a sassy, tsundere girl lose herself to my caresses is indescribable.

Her prickly attitude isn’t just melting into sweetness—it’s dissolving into ecstasy right before my eyes.

“Your Majesty!!”

As usual, Gerda barges in mid-act, heedless of our activities.

“Your Majesty, it’s almost time.

I told you earlier, didn’t I?

You have a dinner meeting with Congressman Taurus today.”

Gerda’s anger flares even hotter.

“And you, Lala!

You’re supposed to know His Majesty’s schedule!”

“But it felt so good…”

Lala mutters, turning away, her ears red to the tips.