I desperately wanted to flee somewhere beyond his gaze, but getting up to leave the room would only expose my n*ked body more clearly.

Tears welled up in my eyes as a hoarse, deep voice reached my ears.

“Shasha…”

Despite his desperate attempt to hide his agitation, Rictusa couldn’t tear his gaze away from me. A moment later, a thunderous shout reverberated throughout the room.

“Take those filthy eyes off her this instant!”

The half-mask concealing the woman’s face clattered to the floor. Simultaneously, Rictusa caught a basket flying at him with frightening speed and asked with an incredulous expression, “Your Highness? What on earth are you doing here?”

The ‘real’ Miss Catarina, who had appeared at the doorway, also anxiously inquired about Princess Kesera’s intentions. “Didn’t Your Highness send me to the Eros Mansion?”

The mischievous prank that Princess Kesera had started purely to tease me came to an end after just a few hours. While the three of them argued back and forth, I remained helplessly exposed, hiding behind the Princess’s skirts as I hurriedly gathered my clothes.

Why did this ridiculous outfit have to be so complicated to remove? After wrestling with the strings tangled like cobwebs around my limbs, I finally managed to throw off the Wing Dress. 

Glancing up, I caught the Princess’s disappointed expression and Rictusa’s face flushed crimson despite his tanned skin. I could even hear his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing with a loud gulp.

“Momo, that was fun today. It’s a shame we have to wrap things up now.”

“Your Highness, that was too much! You could have at least given me some warning. Do you enjoy teasing me that much?”

After the ‘real’ Miss Catarina returned to her residence, the three of us moved to the reception room for conversation. Though we were three people, a strange phenomenon occurred where one person’s presence seemed to vanish whenever the other two spoke—the Princess and me, or the Princess and Brother Rictusa. 

He never once made eye contact with me, and only the carefree Princess failed to notice the subtle awkwardness lingering between us.

“Momo, return to the palace starting tomorrow. Will that be alright?”

“Of course. I need to catch up on my backlog of work.”

“I’ll leave these educational items at the mansion for now. You can use them when Miss Catarina visits next time. Feel free to unwrap and try them if you’re curious.”

The Princess left the mansion with a meaningful smile after handing me the basket filled with adult products. Now that only Brother Rictusa and I remained, the awkward atmosphere we had tried to bury resurfaced.

“Brother, I’ll go up to my room. Please call me when it’s time for dinner.”

To escape this crisis, I slipped away to my room with the basket the Princess had left behind. It was my own form of consideration, since Rictusa seemed even more embarrassed than I was. 

He parted his lips slightly, poised to speak, then pressed them firmly shut again. Finally, he managed a nod and cast an uneasy glance at the basket.

“Though you’re legally an adult, these items don’t seem particularly wholesome for someone as young as Shasha.”

Yes, I agree.

“Considering Her Highness’s tastes, I’m almost afraid to imagine what might be in there. Should I keep it until Miss Catarina resumes her lessons?”

He made this urgent suggestion believing I was an innocent girl who knew nothing about s*x. Come to think of it, Rictusa had always held an extremely pure image of me. He didn’t know exactly what I did as the Princess’s attendant, which was natural given the secretive nature of my position.

He thought I had first learned about s*x when I was forced by the baron’s son, and that this nauseating experience had made me avoid and detest anything s*xual.

That was somewhat true.

It wasn’t necessarily bad that Rictusa viewed me through a lens of purity, but about 80% of that perception stemmed simply from my transparent appearance. Not that I’m completely corrupted to the bone—but I do know my fair share about these things…

“It’s fine. The Princess entrusted these items to me, so I’ll take them to my room.”

“…Very well.”

He clearly hoped I wouldn’t look at the contents of the basket, but I was extremely curious! Though I couldn’t openly examine them in front of the Princess earlier, the items spread across the floor had seemed like a whole new world.

So I planned to secretly inspect each one and learn how to use them—not out of any perverted interest, just curiosity. How would Eodiphia’s adult products differ from those of other empires? Though the quantity might vary, the items themselves were probably quite similar.

Click.

Back in my room, I closed the door silently and locked it securely. Hmm, let’s see. Where should I start? The devices, medicines, and creams spread widely across the bed varied in color and shape.

First, I had no desire to rashly use that three-legged octopus-shaped device that provided excessive pleasure. I had used it during intimate moments with ‘him’—initially, the octopus would attach to the plump flesh around the private area and the cl*toris, providing gentle vibrations.

Once sufficient fluid flowed, it would shrink and slide into the v*gina. After insertion, it would return to its original size, with the round octopus head moving back and forth like a gl*ns, shaking the inside, while the thin octopus legs attached to the vaginal walls, stimulating multiple areas simultaneously.

The longest leg would extend outside the vaginal opening, continuously attaching to the cl*toris with increasingly intense vibrations, quickly bringing one to climax.

According to its intended design, while this device worked the front, a p*nis should have been inserted in the back, but I was too scared and refused his request. Anyway, whether for m*sturbation or otherwise, no device could match this lewd octopus.

Besides that, there were several condoms, dildos, a bundle of beads connected by stiff thread, long rods, and animal tails arranged in sequence. Oh, there was even a white rabbit tail!

When I picked it up, its fluffy texture felt just like a real rabbit’s tail. Seeing the overwhelming number of items meant for rear insertion, I could roughly guess the Princess’s preferences.

I was already familiar with the rubber g*nitalia with protrusions, urethral plugs, and silicone c*ck rings from naturally learning about them due to Princess Kesera’s frequent use of strange toys. 

The remaining few items that I couldn’t even begin to understand were probably magical implements imbued with arcane power.

Finally, there were a couple of vision stones likely containing explicit scenes, and one thick book.

But what was that? I discovered a strange object presumed to be a magical implement, shaped exactly like a tadpole—though the product design intention was probably a sperm with a long tail.

When I pressed the head part with my thumb, a thin, cloudy liquid similar to s*men oozed out. Then, when I slightly turned the rubber ring connecting the head and tail, some activation spell must have triggered, as the tail began to writhe violently, appearing desperate for something.

With its unpleasantly shaped appearance and mysterious mucous substance, my mood rapidly deteriorated, and I quickly threw the bizarre device back into the basket. Watching it thrash about violently like a fish on a hook rekindled my strange curiosity.

I hastily opened the book, but it only described various obscene s*xual positions without any explanation of the devices, no matter how hard I looked. What exactly was that liquid? I quietly swallowed and picked up the tadpole again. Its dynamic movement looked just like a sperm trying to penetrate the surface of an egg.

Would it be wrong to want to try using this? The Princess wouldn’t have included anything harmful to me.

But it was strange that I suddenly wanted to try devices I normally wouldn’t be interested in. Perhaps it was because I had unexpectedly acquired so many adult products.

Before becoming Princess Kesera’s attendant, when I was a low-ranking maid, the senior sisters and brothers would often make crude jokes and throw flirtatious remarks.

[Hey, nameless girl. Why doesn’t she have a name? I heard only street prostitutes are born without names. Maybe her parents were whores?]

[Who cares? As long as she has a decent face. Hey, little one, have you ever m*sturbated?]

[What’s that?]

[You’ve never done it? You’re such a baby. Come here. Big sister will teach you everything from start to finish. Sit here.]

[Listen, nameless kid. Stop rubbing around with your hands. We’ll put something better in. You’ve never slept with a man, right?]

[Get lost, you idiots! She doesn’t know anything yet. We’re teaching her step by step right now.]

[Yeah, teach her well and send her to me as soon as possible. If she falls into someone else’s hands, they’ll just pound her mindlessly.]

[That bastard inserted into Rosalin’s anus on their first date.]

I learned about m*sturbation from the palace maid sisters, and after the initial shock of discovering this new culture, I would sneak up to the attic and carefully rub my lower region with my fingers. Afterward, I would tremble, wrapped in my blanket, soaked in inexplicable guilt and fear.

Curiosity drove me to try a few more times, but the pleasure was fleeting. When sensitivity decreased, I felt uncomfortable and strange, so I quit before becoming addicted. The sisters suggested inserting objects inside, but it felt weird and painful, so I gave up.

Back then, before my first experience, the very idea of inserting anything in there seemed unpleasant and awkward.

‘Would putting this in really feel that good?’