"She can be... very difficult to handle, and might cry if you scold her," Tera warned me, her small hands already positioned and ready to apply pressure against the surface in preparation for pushing the door open, "But if you’re good at handling pets, it might not be all that trouble."

"...She’s your queen, right?"

I felt compelled to pose that question out loud, given the way Tera had so nonchalantly delivered a pointed roast of Titania just now, practically comparing her to some sort of domestic animal that required careful management.

"And remember, your savage pervert," now it was my turn to be the target of her casual yet cutting commentary, "Only when you cheer her up and make her smile again will I let you strip off my undergarments and rape me."

"H-Hey! That was not our deal! Do not make me sound like a morally bankrupt protagonist!" I whined in protest right before the heavy door finally swung inward on its hinges.

It allowed a soft yet vibrant flood of pink-hued illumination to wash directly over my face and illuminate the immediate surroundings.

Even before directing my gaze toward the pair of figures already present within the confines of the room, my eyes instinctively began to wander and take in all the other elements of the space around them.

The room(?) itself proved to be quite tall in its vertical dimensions, extending upward to such an impressive extent that the upper reaches eventually merged and intertwined with the robust, organic forms of thick vines that formed a natural ceiling high overhead.

The primary focal point, which was the enormous bed, featured a color scheme dominated by pristine white and delicate shades of pink.

And it was absolutely overflowing with an abundance of pillows in various shapes and sizes, along with numerous dolls and plush stuffed figures scattered haphazardly across its surface and even spilling onto the floor below in some places.

The nearby shelves and the oversized wardrobe stood out due to their exaggeratedly large proportions, while the expansive rug covering the ground beneath our feet displayed a soft pink tone and offered a plush, yielding texture underfoot.

The overall aroma permeating the air throughout the room carried strong notes reminiscent of sugary candy, blended with an additional sweet fragrance similar to fresh fruit juice, and just a subtle undertone that evoked the sterile cleanliness of a pharmacy or perhaps a hospital environment.

This entire setup struck me as far more overtly feminine and girlish in its aesthetic compared to the personal quarters I had seen belonging to Roselyn.

And merely the concept of finding myself immersed within such an intensely princess-like domain caused an involuntary twitch of excitement on my dick.

Ah, I was seriously in the process of transforming into a genuine pervert!

What the hell was I even expected to do in a situation like this?

"Oh? You have finally arrived, god-touched," Tesa said, with her silver eyes that appeared almost lifeless in their lack of expressiveness.

She was dressed in an outfit identical to the one worn by Tera.

Then she directed her attention toward us and performed a slight bow as a gesture of acknowledgment. "My Queen has been unable to brighten up since this morning. I even touched her breasts, to cheer her up, but she slapped my hand away."

"..."

Uh, I found myself uncertain about the perfect response I could give here.

Whether I have to inquire as to why she had believed that physically touching Titania’s breasts would serve as an effective method for improving her mood...

Or if it would be better to simply behave as though the statement had never been uttered at all.

I shifted my focus over to the diminutive young woman positioned at the head of her bed, which was situated against the textured, bark-covered wall of green hues.

Titania.

She had drawn her knees up close to her chest in a tight hug and had buried her face completely within them, rendering her facial expression entirely hidden from view.

And she was attired in the elaborate, frilly gown of white and purple that I associated with her princess-like appearance from our former encounters.

Tesa then approached me with measured steps and tilted her head upward to meet my eyes—her stature placing her at a height only slightly above the level of my waist.

"If you manage to succeed, there will be a reward for you," she added with a quick wink, "Tera has already communicated to me that you enjoy raping people and public copulation."

"That was false accusation. She has no evidence of her claims," I responded with firm sternness in my tone.

"My, but did you not just think about how my breasts and nipples would feel in your mouth?"

"That... is correct, but I have intentions of forcing it," I countered while battling back the surge of embarrassment from having my lewd internal musings exposed, and I delivered my reply with as much stoic composure as I could muster.

"Very well. I leave my Queen in your hands." She executed another bow, "if you fail, you may or may not be executed."

And with that ominous warning hanging in the air, she departed from the room, leaving the three of us—myself, Titania, and Tera—in solitude for the moment.

"..."

...Then she returned briefly once more and grabbed Tera by the hem of her skirt, pulling her along and out of the chamber.

Ah, lucky!

In the process, I caught another clear glimpse of her alluring white panties. And I felt warm joy settle in my heart...

...Oh God, I need therapy.

As they shut the door, suddenly I got really nervous!

Like, my palms started getting sweaty.

I don’t get it...

I had this plan earlier that felt probably foolproof, or at least decent enough, but right now, standing here in this pink-soaked room with Titania still curled up like a hurt ball on the bed, it all felt like it was about to crash and burn seriously.

"Uhm... Hey, Titani—"

"It’s Queen Titania to you. Get out."

"..."

Mhmm. Yeah.

This was going to be a bit difficult, no question about it.

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