The Incompetent Emperor Who Changes the World from the Shadows: Iron, Gunpowder, and the Young Maidens of Favor - Chapter 27: A Wedding Night Beginning with Lilies ☆

Chapter 27: A Wedding Night Beginning with Lilies ☆

“We’ll prepare for the bedding, so please wait a moment.”

With that, Iris and Corinna retreat to the bedroom.

I’m about to embrace that girl.

Unlike the maids, always available to me, this stirs a different kind of emotion.

She’s 13.

The sense of taboo is thrilling.

My waning desire is slowly reigniting.

She’s a princess from a neighboring kingdom.

Despite her youth, her noble bearing is unmistakable.

The thought of her opening herself to me… it’s incredibly arousing.

What a depraved mindset.

This thinking—am I being heavily influenced by this body?

Objectively, it’s perverse.

But suppressing it risks being expelled from this body.

That wouldn’t just affect me—it would shatter Sopina’s wish and the plea Iris just made.

“Your Majesty, preparations are ready, but…”

Corinna calls from the bedroom, her hesitant tone catching my attention.

“Alright, I’m coming.”

I stand and walk slowly to the bedroom.

Before the bed, Iris wears a sheer lace negligee, her budding breasts and small nipples faintly visible.

But her body is trembling again, her hand tightly gripping Corinna’s left hand.

“Your Highness, His Majesty has arrived.

I must leave.”

“…Corinna, stay a little longer.”

Corinna’s troubled expression seems to ask, “What should I do?” as she looks at me.

It’s her wedding night, so fear is understandable.

Raised as a princess, she’s prepared for this, but facing the moment, it’s human to falter.

“Corinna, stay with her a bit longer.

I don’t mind.”

“Yes.

I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

Corinna bows.

If I approach now, Iris might panic and flee.

“Your Highness, it’s alright.

Calm your heart.

We practiced, didn’t we?”

“But…”

Iris’s trembling doesn’t stop.

“Your Majesty, to ease Her Highness’s heart, may I prepare her on the bed?”

Prepare?

Sure, why not.

“Go ahead.

Should I return to the terrace?”

“No, please stay.

Her Highness seems to want that.”

“Huh?”

“Yes.

Watch closely.”

As Corinna speaks, she sits Iris on the bed, embracing her from behind and kissing her neck.

“Ahn~!”

Iris lets out a small moan.

“Just like our practice.

I’ll relax your body.”

Corinna’s left hand, gentle as if handling fragile glass, carefully stimulates Iris’s small nipples.

“…Fua~! …Aah~… Uu~…”

Iris’s voice grows louder, her trembling easing.

Corinna’s right hand lifts the negligee, guiding Iris’s legs apart, massaging her private area through her drawers.

“…Nn~… Fua~… Ah, ah~… Ah~… Ua~…”

Iris’s body arches with a jolt, a small convulsion unlike her fearful trembling.

At some point, Corinna removes the drawers, directly teasing Iris’s private area with wet, squelching sounds.

Love juices flow from her small opening, loud enough to fill the room with a thick, feminine scent.

Despite her youth, she has the allure to captivate a man.

“It seems alright now.”

Confirming Iris’s flushed, melted expression, Corinna addresses me.

“Her Highness is ready.

She’s wet enough to accept Your Majesty.

As a virgin, please forgive any blood from her first time.”

“Right.”

Drawn irresistibly, I climb onto the bed.

My rock-hard member aches to enter her.

But going straight in feels like a waste.

A voice in my head seems to say so.

I bury my face in Iris’s private area.

I lap up the love juices overflowing from her small vagina.

Pleasure numbs my taste buds, making it feel like sweet nectar.

I’ve heard love juices called nectar, likely due to their viscous texture, not actual sweetness.

But the thick, syrupy liquid from Iris tastes sweet and rich, sending euphoria to my brain.

“Ahn~! …Aah~… Uu~… No… It’s dirty there… No… Ahn~!”

At first, Iris writhes as if resisting.

But as pleasure takes hold, her hands press my head closer to her private area.

“Ah~… Ah, ah~… Good, feels good… Ah~… Fua~… More, more… Ah~… Ah~… Nn~… Nn~…”

Pressed so close, not just my mouth but my nose fits snugly against her.

Her love juices on my tongue, her thick feminine scent tickling my nostrils.

Her moans, unbecoming of a noble princess, reach my ears.

My hands seek her budding breasts, groping her upper body.

I reach the small peaks.

There, tiny nipples stand firm, asserting themselves.

I lightly pinch them.

“Hya~… Nnn~!!!”

Iris’s body arches sharply.

My mouth pulls away from her private area, but it doesn’t end there.

A small spurt of liquid shoots from her vagina—not urine, but love juices.

She’s squirting.

It splashes my face, but I feel no discomfort.

Being enveloped in her scent brings a strange comfort.

“Your Majesty, Her Highness apologizes.

Here.”

Corinna hands me a towel.

“This is fine.”

I wipe my face but feel a twinge of regret.

Is Corinna unfazed because she’s bold or just used to this?

She watches us without flinching.

Her loyalty to Iris is strong, but there might be more to it.

“Your Majesty, Her Highness is calm now, so I’ll take my leave.”

I don’t mind her watching.

In fact, being observed during intimacy is starting to thrill me.

Probably Gerda’s fault, barging in during my moments with maids.

“No, stay a bit longer.”

Iris grips her hand tightly.

“But…”

Seeing Corinna’s troubled look, I offer help.

“I don’t mind.

Stay until we’re done if you’re okay with it.”

“Very well, I’ll remain.”

Corinna looks at Iris with a gentle, motherly expression.

“Iris, I’m going to enter you now.

If it hurts too much, tell me.”

“…Yes.

No, even if it hurts, please do it.

I’m prepared.

I want to bear Your Majesty’s child soon.”

Her words alone make my softened member harden and swell again.

“Corinna, hold Iris’s hand tightly.”

In another context, this could be sweet, but it’s almost a kinky play, isn’t it?

“Yes.”

I press my erect member against Iris’s private area.

There’s only a small, unopened bud.

Though soaked, she’s a virgin.

And this emperor’s member is larger than most adults’.

I feel pity, but the desire to impregnate her is stronger.

To minimize the pain, I thrust in quickly.

“Higii~!!!”

Iris grimaces, screaming in genuine pain.

“Does it hurt?

Sorry.”

“It’s fine… It’s fine, so… please do a charm to stop the pain.”

“A charm?”

“Hug me and kiss me.”

Releasing Corinna’s hand, Iris spreads her arms toward me.

As she wishes, I embrace her small body and kiss her.

It’s likely our first true kiss.

The fact that she asked for it holds meaning.

I start to find her dear.

From pecking kisses, we deepen, entwining tongues, sharing saliva.

It feels like becoming one, melting together.

When I try to move for thrusting, Iris winces in pain again.

I’ll wait until she’s calmer.

Lifting her, I lie back, positioning her for cowgirl style.

“When the pain eases, move as you like.

That way, you can control it.”

“Your Majesty…”

Her face is a mix of joy and tears.

After a while, she starts moving her hips.

Pain lingers, making her wince, but there’s pleasure too.

“Nn~… Ow… Nnu~… Nnah~… Here, here… Fua~… Ah~… Fua~…”

Even as a virgin, Iris knows pleasure.

Corinna mentioned “practice,” likely preparing her for this night.

“Ah~… Ah, ah, ah~… Fua~… Ah~… Here’s good, so good… Ah~… Nn~… Nn~…”

She’s found a spot where pleasure outweighs pain.

Her face melts into ecstasy.

“Nn~… Nnu~… Nnah~… Fua~… Ah~… Fua~… Your Majesty, Your Majesty…”

The girl calling my name spreads her arms to embrace me again.

I sit up, holding her in a seated position.

A storm of kisses—not just lips, but cheeks, neck, eyelids, hair, everywhere.

It’s not just lust; a genuine affection for her is budding.

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty… Impregnate me.”

Her hips grind fiercely.

“Ah~… Fua~… Nnah~… Fua~… Ah~… Aahh~…”

I’m at my limit.

Her nearing climax is obvious.

I stoke my desire, ready to release.

“Iris. Iris… Bear my child.”

“Ah~… Ah~… Aahh~… Aahh~… Aahhh~!!!”

As she arches, I release a flood of white fluid.

Unlike with maids, this is true love for my wife—a primal urge to create life.

It keeps pulsing inside her.

Probably my largest release ever.

“You did well.”

Corinna speaks gently to Iris, who’s too exhausted to hear, slumped in fatigue.

“Please take care of Her Highness.”

Corinna says, quietly leaving the room.

I stroke Iris’s hair, savoring the love for this girl now rooted in me.