Chapter 1.1 – Became a Modest Lady

Syria pressed herself against the balcony window, gazing with satisfaction for hours at the knights of the Dronia family training in the drill yard.

Her face pressed against the glass, hands flat against the window, she was so close that it hardly matched the image of a noble lady, but Syria didn’t care. Her gaze was fixed entirely on one spot.

“Haah…. Just look at those firm butts. No matter how much I see them, I never get tired.”

The Dronia knight uniform, with its white base and long diagonal silver stripes on the jacket and pure white pants, clung tightly from shoulders to feet, exposing the knights’ bodies in detail as they swung their swords in training.

“My goodness. Who knew knight uniforms were basically skinny pants?”

Satisfied exclamations spilled out, and Syria, suddenly alert, looked around to check if anyone was watching her. Naturally, she was alone in the room.

Fixing her gaze back to where she’d been staring, she saw the curve of the b*ttocks clearly outlined under the tight knight’s pants.

It was like watching a group of male ballet dancers, their backsides lifted high toward the sky; just looking at them made Syria’s eyes feel refreshed and delighted.

Syria Dronia.

She had transmigrated into the heroine of a peaceful, medieval melodrama novel rated for all ages.

Sara had finished her ballet class that day, walking home while repeating ‘I was happy today too,’ when a strange man suddenly approached and thrust a book at her. Despite the hot weather, he was wrapped head to toe in black clothes, his face covered, looking suspicious.

‘Is he asking me to buy his book?’

She took the book automatically, but before she could say anything, the man disappeared in an instant.

The book’s title was <Virtue of Chastity>.

“Ugh…. What’s with this title? It’s so off-putting.”

The title didn’t appeal to her at all, but Sara took it home and started reading a few chapters as a bedtime story.

As expected, the novel was boring, and sleepiness came over her quickly. She closed the book and fell asleep, only to wake up as Syria Dronia, the heroine inside the novel.

Looking in the mirror at the unfamiliar woman with long silver hair and pink eyes, Sara sighed. She liked being prettier than in reality, but there was a problem.

The heroine in the novel was a classic, demure, noble lady who valued chastity above all, but Sara was a butt enthusiast whose hands always reached out to touch and squeeze any firm male backside she saw.

‘What is this…. Did God punish me?’

At first, she thought her perverted self was being punished by God. Why would she transmigrate as Syria?

But after about a week, Sara realized it was not a punishment but a blessing. Otherwise……

“Haah…. This is amazing.”

Men everywhere wandered around in tight knight uniforms; there couldn’t be a more blissful world.

She no longer needed to search for ballet classes to enjoy the view. Syria’s lips curled upward into a long smile. Yet there was one thing she regretted.

‘I want to touch. I want to touch……’

If the usually quiet and dignified lady started groping her knights’ butts, it would be a disaster.

Knock, knock.

“My Lady, it’s Firenze.”

“Yes, come in.”

Syria stepped away from the window and turned toward the door to answer.

‘The top among the knights is my personal guard.’

Soon, the Deputy Commander of the family’s knight order and her personal guard entered the room. Firenze, just back from training, had hair slightly damp with sweat.

Since coming to this world, Syria saw silver-gray hair for the first time. His sharp jawline and shimmering hair glowed so brightly when he wielded his sword that it was hard to tell sword from hair, and his silver eyes, reminiscent of a wolf’s, were clear and deep, as if seeing into one’s soul.

Even though she’d seen his face many times, Syria found herself staring at Firenze’s beauty, entranced. Apparently, she was not only a butt enthusiast but also a face enthusiast. She scanned her knight guard from head to toe, smiling in satisfaction.

“My Lady, I heard you called for me.”

“Ah, sorry for calling you suddenly while you were training.”

Syria did her best to act the part of a dignified lady, speaking slowly.

“It’s just that I lost an earring.”

“……Pardon?”

A hint of confusion appeared in Firenze’s eyes.

‘I know. It doesn’t make sense……’

But unless she gave him something to do, she couldn’t admire that majestic figure up close. Even when nearby, he always stood behind her.

And Syria had the power of her noble status. Having always lived as a subordinate, she hesitated at first, but now she had adapted perfectly.

“I think I dropped it somewhere near the sofa. Could you help me find it?”

Syria grabbed her voluminous skirt with both hands and shook it, as if blaming the dress for her trouble. She made a point of its heavy, cumbersome layers.

“Ah…. The maids seem busy and aren’t around.”

She pointed to the tiny dot-sized earring dangling from one ear, only visible with careful attention.

Before Firenze arrived, Syria had sent the maids off with armfuls of dresses and blankets, telling them not to come near her room.

“……Understood.”

Firenze’s face showed some doubt, but, true to his dutiful nature, he knelt and bent under the table.

Syria began to sneak glances at Firenze’s back as he searched.

Diligent and reliable, Firenze bent even lower, now crawling on his knees to search for her earring.

The thick, dark blue rug on the floor kept his knees clean, but the matching small blue earring would be impossible to find unless he looked very closely.

For five minutes, Syria’s gaze was fixed on Firenze’s back, unmoving.

‘Ah…. Seeing it makes me want to touch it even more……’

Tsk. Syria licked her dry lips as her desire surged.

‘No… I must hold back. Just look, don’t touch……’

Just watching was satisfying, but after days of only looking, her mouth felt bitter and parched. Syria hurriedly grabbed her wandering hand with the other, trying to restrain herself.

‘No…. Hold back……’

She reminded herself that her conscience couldn’t twist the original story. She couldn’t suddenly make the dignified lady a closet pervert. Repeating “patience” ten times, Syria gripped her own hand tightly to stop herself.

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Syria’s forehead and onto her cheek. Her breathing grew heavier, almost audible to Firenze.

‘Ah…….’

Finally, Firenze turned his body, crawling in the opposite direction, and his enticing butt came into full view before Syria’s eyes.

Slap!

A crisp sound echoed loudly across the room.

Firenze stopped and turned his head, looking at his butt, where the sensation was still vivid. His clear silver eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Syria. His eyes were full of shock.

‘Gasp…! This is crazy… This is crazy…. What should I do……?’

Syria looked down at her hand in frustration, but it was still awkwardly close to Firenze’s butt. Her hand hovered in the air, uncertain where to go.

“……My Lady?”

Firenze’s voice trembled, as if seeking an explanation for the situation.  

Syria stared at the floor, searching for an excuse, but there was nothing she could say.

“……Sorry, it just happened before I realized.”

Her voice was barely audible, and the room was silent.

“……I’m in training, so I should be going now.”

Firenze seemed at a loss for words, but he straightened up and quickly turned toward the door.

‘Ah… No. I can’t let him leave like this……!’

Not wanting to leave things so awkward, Syria blurted out whatever came to mind. The problem was what she said.

“Um… Could you take off your pants? They fit your body so well……”

Firenze froze, turning only his head back to Syria. His silver eyes shook violently, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

“……My Lady? I think I must have misheard you.”

Syria herself was startled by her own words, but by now she just decided to go with it.

“It’s just… may I touch your butt for a moment?”

Syria decided to be brazen.

Firenze raised his arm and pressed his brow with the back of his hand. His face was hidden by his large hand, but the tips of his ears were slightly red.

“……I need to return to training in five minutes.”

After a brief pause, Firenze’s somewhat positive answer made Syria hurry to add,

“Ah… okay. I’ll just touch it for five minutes.”

Firenze pressed his brow harder with his hand, as if unable to meet Syria’s gaze.

“It’s difficult to take off my pants.”

“It’s okay…. Okay…….”

Syria had expected her request to take off his pants would be unreasonable, so she snatched at his permission and quickly moved toward him. Her steps were hurried.

Her hands trembled, remembering the sensation from earlier. Her heart pounded more than when she spent her entire paycheck on a precious bag.

As she came close to Firenze, he tensed even before she touched him.

Syria knelt slowly on the soft rug. With her height, Firenze’s enticing butt was far above her face, even on her knees.

She raised her knees higher to bring her face closer. The tight white knight uniform outlined two peaks with a valley between them.