Chapter Nineteen: What He’s Asking Her to Wear Today (Part I)
I gave birth to Wernhardt in the spring, and after summer and autumn had passed, now winter had come.
During the coldest time of the year, I managed to live with only a mantle on. However, I still get overwhelmed by the highly perverted sight it brought.
Even though it was so cold, I still wanted to return to the sheet toga that provided more coverage…
I’d still be cold, but it might actually be better to endure the cold than embarrassment.
I sometimes thought that the naked mantle was not something a civilized figure would fashion, but the truth was that Prince Reinhardt seemed strangely pleased with my embarrassed self donning the naked mantle.
On the first day, I took my clothes off properly, but on the second day, I tried wearing something beneath.
Was it so wrong of me to be overwhelmed by the perversity of the naked mantle that you had to take my clothes off so aggressively?
I’m aware… You like the things that I don’t like.
After that, he fucked me every day I wore Annelier’s mantel, releasing his seed on my face every single time.
Ejaculating on my face…
Was it normal to lose track of what to do after getting splattered by cum on so many times…?
Somehow, it was kind of like an accident at first, but it seemed like my stunned expression by getting hit on the face stimulated Prince Reinhardt’s pleasure points.
It seemed like finishing on my face had become the routine for Prince Reinhardt.
No, no, Reinhardt-sama, we can’t have another baby without you coming inside, right?
Please stop this new fetish of yours…
I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that, so I just ended up averting my eyes every time he did it.
It seemed that watching myself in a state of collapse after being cummed on was also a little fun for me.
I wondered if it was a manifestation of Prince Reinhardt being an S to me.
I couldn’t bring myself to make a statement against everything Reinhardt-sama did.
“If you were able to do that, then that would mean I haven’t been training you well enough…”
I muttered meaningless words as I squirmed and groped at the bed.
Whenever I woke up, usually I’d look down, and there’d be the naked mantle greeting me good morning. It caused a conflict between not wanting to wake up and feeling like I shouldn’t stay asleep.
Eventually, the decision would come on its own.
…It always felt like an indication of a bad omen.
“Annelier-sama, are you awake?”
“Eh… Ella, I’ll get up now.”
It must be late in the morning by now, seeing as how Ella would always just wait for me in my room to get up naturally.
If ever Ella needed to leave her spot, another maid would be called to fill in her absence.
I had to be courageous about what was coming, so I quietly got up.
Currently, I’m fully nude.
At the end of every intercourse, the mantle was to be taken off, and I’d need to sleep naked in Prince Reinhardt’s arms.
He said it wasn’t comfortable to hug me with a mantle on.
I thought I had gotten accustomed to this life of training, which had already been going on over the years, but here I am again, getting out of bed today, feeling a crisis of the mind in an unexpected way.
—Because it should’ve been over by now.
I knew that this fetish of his wouldn’t last long, so I decided that the correct answer this time was to wait for the storm to pass quietly.
Why? Because there weren’t that many mantles in the dressing room, absent of any other clothing material.
The mantles that they had brought to Annelier’s wardrobe, whose original contents were stored in another room, were soiled at a pace of one per day, so there should be a limit to the number of days this could go on.
Because in this world, clothes aren’t and couldn’t be mass-produced.
The mantle I wore then seemed to have been made of leather or cloth; either way, they all looked difficult to wash. Wasn’t it almost impossible to clean them without disassembling the whole thing?
Because of its design, I didn’t think those would come back soon, even if they were to wash them differently.
…I feel apologetic towards everyone doing their best to wash those… I’m really sorry, everyone.
I break out in a sweat whenever I think deeply about how they’re washing out his seed from what’s well-renowned to be my only garment… I don’t want to think about it, but…!
And if the number I had heard previously from Ella was true, then yesterday should have been the last of Annelier’s mantles.
Today, I shouldn’t have any more mantle to wear.
…That was how it was supposed to be.
“Reinhardt-sama, he had asked for you to wear this today.”
My eyes widened in shock at what Ella had given me.
Such, such a thing, I wondered if she was for real.
—This mantle, who does it belong to!?
“Uh… Uhm, can I touch it for a while first?”
On the same late morning, like usual, I wrapped a sheet around me and staggered to the bathroom where my maids had helped me wash up… After today’s bath, I thought I’d just get to wear a sheet toga. I thought wrong.
Because a new mantle had appeared.
Furthermore, it didn’t… It didn’t look brand new.
I received it from Ella and couldn’t stop myself from smelling it unintentionally.
Somehow, it smelled familiar…
“…Does this, does this belong to Reinhardt-sama?”
“It appears to be so.”
Did you intentionally plan on keeping up with the naked mantle until I ran out, so I’d be required to put on what’s yours…?