Chapter 1: I Am the Princess’s Night Attendant

I’m not sure how I ended up in this situation, but my fate has certainly been miserable beyond compare.

“Momo, did you prepare the aphrodisiac from the Corona Empire as I requested?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Wait outside the door, and when I knock twice on the wall, bring in the cocktail with the aphrodisiac.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

I, the princess’s night attendant, respectfully clasped my hands together and bowed my head.

What’s a night attendant, you ask? It means I serve the princess at night. You might wonder how I, a woman, serve the princess at night—more precisely, I “assist” her.

When the princess takes different men every day, I hover nearby, delivering necessary items or doing whatever she commands. Most tasks are simple errands, but sometimes I must sketch their intimate encounters.

My exceptional drawing skills were the reason I, a mere servant with only a moderately attractive face, was chosen as the night attendant to Princess Kesera, the First Princess of the great Eodiphia Empire.

Today required extra attention since an unusual guest would be sharing the princess’s bed. The prince she had brought back as a war trophy was reportedly twenty years old, three years younger than the princess.

Furthermore, he showed no interest in the princess’s bewitching beauty, which was said to rival the dawn starlight, and even bared his teeth at her. Clearly, he needed to be made more compliant.

How dare he refuse a night with the Princess of Eodiphia, not knowing his good fortune! The princess apparently intended to teach the young man a thorough lesson tonight.

After some time, the young man was dragged into the bedroom with his wrists bound by silk cloth and his eyes covered with a blindfold. The princess, wanting to thoroughly humiliate this youthful boy, ordered him to crawl in on all fours.

A tattered piece of cloth was all that covered his body. Even that barely concealed his lower parts, leaving him practically n*ked.

“Momo, would you grab his leash and bring him to me?”

“Yes, please wait a moment, Your Highness.”

I examined the young man’s body, covered with angry red wounds and dark blue bruises. Poor thing—that must hurt.

I performed my usual ritual before sending a man to the princess’s bedroom. I poured hot oil from the stove into a jar and stirred it with a wooden spoon. Normally, I would apply this warm oil all over the young man’s body, but the current situation made that difficult.

Applying oil over these wounds would cause severe pain. I decided to let the fragrant oil cool slightly before applying it to his body.

Once the oil had cooled somewhat, I took a large scoop and began spreading it over the young man’s entire body.

“Ugh…”

As expected, a rough groan escaped his throat. Still, I continued applying the smooth oil in layers.

Naturally, my hands touched various parts of his body as I coated every corner. The young man, just emerging from boyhood into manhood, possessed a surprisingly firm physique.

Slender yet defined muscles on his arms and legs, broad shoulders tapering down to a straight spine covered densely with back muscles. Similarly, his abdomen was intricately woven with natural muscles developed through frequent training and war, not artificially built.

His sun-kissed skin actually accentuated his muscles. Swallowing hard, I removed his blindfold and poured fragrant oil over his tanned n*ked body.

Despite his dazed state, he glared at me so fiercely that his intensity was quite intimidating.

Wait, why are you looking at me like that?

“What is this?”

“O-oil.”

I unconsciously stopped rubbing his body in surprise. Then, realizing why he was glaring at me with murderous intent, I quickly removed my hand from that area.

Having just finished oiling his upper body, my hands were about to move down to his center, which was barely covered by cloth.

“I can’t help it. The princess orders this every time.”

The young man twisted his body with all his might, but his limbs, tied to the bed, didn’t budge.

While I was accustomed to such tasks, I understood this must be terribly humiliating for a twenty-year-old who had just reached adulthood, and suddenly felt embarrassed myself.

The regular guests in the princess’s bedroom no longer cared whether my hands touched their g*nitals. Some even enjoyed it, preferring me to the princess.

On nights when the princess didn’t choose them, some occasionally tried to take my body, though not frequently. If the owner discovered they had coupled with her servant, their heads would roll immediately.

Princess Kesera once witnessed such a scene. The man boldly took my body by force in the room right next to the princess, and I still vividly remember how carefully he covered my mouth to prevent any sounds from escaping.

The princess executed justice on the spot by thrusting a sword through the man’s heart. After that day, I began wearing fully covering clothes, whereas before I had worn ordinary attire. This made winters warm but summers unbearably hot.

Anyway, I resumed moving my hand and applied the soft floral oil to the young man’s lower body. His skin—neither pale nor brown or tan, but healthily colored—immediately took on a reddish hue.

Following the natural course of events, his lower part began to harden and rise.

“Hey, ugh…”

The young man looked completely shocked at suffering such humiliation from a woman his age. I was equally embarrassed, having never intensely handled the body of a similarly aged young man before.

The young man and I were only a year apart in age. He wanted to cover himself, whether his face or below, but his arms remained bound.

“Bear with it a little longer. We’re almost done.”

“You call that… talking?”

Veins bulged on his bound forearms. His er*ect manhood also showed prominent blue veins.

Is this really the body of a young man who just reached adulthood? I was momentarily taken aback and could understand why the princess had her eye on him.

For a moment, I had the improper thought of grasping it and stroking it gently, but quickly dismissed the idea.

After applying oil to his exposed lower body, I covered the still-er*ect area with fresh cloth.

“All done. Want something to help it go down?”

“Not necessary.”

His breathing noticeably shortened, but I ignored it. I released the chains from his arms and tied them again with silk ribbons. Then I placed an elaborate collar around his neck according to the princess’s taste, attached a chain, and led him away.

“Can you walk?”

Instead of answering, the young man grimaced and slowly began walking. Having already seen its size, I could imagine how uncomfortable it must be for him with it still standing er*ect.

“This way.”

I pulled back the curtain of the elegantly decorated inner chamber and guided the young man. His golden hair, damp with cold sweat, clung to his forehead. I tidied his hair and sprinkled moisture-absorbing powder on it as a small comfort.

Eventually, the young man limped into the inner chamber and disappeared. I hadn’t noticed his backside before, but his firmly toned buttock muscles seemed exactly to the princess’s taste.

* * *

Princess Kesera of the great Eodiphia Empire. And I, Momo, living my second life as her night attendant.

I had no clear memories of my previous life, but I recognized that I was living a second existence. It was like someone with amnesia miraculously recovering their memories, though my situation was somewhat different.

I couldn’t recall what kind of life I had lived, but the fact that I died while reading a novel remained distinctly imprinted in my mind.

That novel featured Princess Kesera, who took different men every night, and I remember it being filled with endless explicit scenes. I read it simply because the cover was pretty—I certainly hadn’t expected such lewd content.

The novel included an unnamed night attendant to Princess Kesera, which is now me.

From the moment of my reincarnation into the novel, I was a child of the imperial palace. A bottom-feeder with unknown parents who drifted into the palace and performed menial tasks. By chance, I caught Princess Kesera’s eye and rose to my current position.

Though it’s not exactly honorable enough to call it “rising,” I was nonetheless receiving Princess Kesera’s favor.

Princess Kesera was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. The young female attendant who followed her around was equally beautiful.

That’s why Kesera put a mask on her baby attendant and didn’t give her a name.

Later, realizing it was inconvenient not having something to call me by, she pondered “What name should I give?” and simply settled on “Momo.”

But even with the mask, my beauty couldn’t be hidden, and men continuously flirted with me. My appearance was well-known to everyone except the young man I had sent to the princess’s bedroom last night.

“Momo, you’re awake. Is the tea not ready yet?”

“It’s almost brewed. Would you like biscuits with it?”

“Yes, please.”

Just then, Princess Kesera parted the bedroom curtains and walked out. All traces of the night had disappeared, and her body was filled with sweet floral scents, suggesting she had just bathed.

“Take the boy still sprawled on the bed and lock him in the adjacent room. Tell him to come again tomorrow. Don’t forget to feed him.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“I thought he had good stamina, but that wasn’t the case. I’ll need to train him more.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I thought he could easily manage five rounds, but he was exhausted after four. And for the last one, I had to force him to get hard and put it in, which drained all his energy.”

Your Highness… isn’t four times quite a lot?

“Anyway, he seems completely unconscious now, so take him away, wash him well, and feed him. As he is now, he’s no different from other servants.”

“Beautiful Princess, Commander-in-Chief Rictusa came by.”

“What did he want?”

“He seemed hopeful that you might summon him tonight.”

“Tsk, how bothersome. Tell him I declined. I’m thoroughly enjoying taking that young boy I recently acquired.”

“Understood, Your Highness.”

It wasn’t until that afternoon that I learned the young man’s name was Narcissus.