Re:Crafting in Another World
Chapter 100: Playful Princess

Chapter 100: Playful Princess

The room, adorned with gilded chandeliers and velvet drapes, buzzed with the presence of heavily armed knights. Their eyes darted in every direction, hands resting on the hilts of their swords, ready to strike at the slightest hint of danger.

The recent assassination attempt on Princess Maria, the beloved royal of the Harlow Empire and the ambassador of peace, had set the capital ablaze with whispers and fear.

Christina, being the young woman from a modest baron family, sat anxiously on a plush sofa beside Maria. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her heart racing as she stole glances at the knights surrounding them.

Maria, on the other hand, seemed utterly unfazed. The princess, with her cascading dark hair and radiant smile, was happily devouring a plate of mousse cakes she’d bought earlier that day. Her cheeks puffed out as she savored each bite, humming contentedly.

"These are so good!" Maria exclaimed, licking a bit of cream from her lips. "Christina, you have to try one!"

Christina forced a nervous smile. "I-I’m fine, Your Highness. I’m not really hungry right now..."

Maria pouted, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, come on, don’t be so stiff! We’re friends, aren’t we?"

"Friends..." Christina muttered, her voice barely audible. The word felt heavy. How could someone like her, the daughter of a lowly baron, be friends with the most important girl on the continent?

Outside, the clinking of armor signaled the arrival of Lord Marciel, the Duke of Marciel. His imposing figure strode into the room, his cape billowing behind him. He bowed deeply to Maria, his expression grave yet composed.

"Your Highness, I’ve spoken with Sir Roland, head of your personal guard from Sturgon," Lord Marciel said, his voice steady. "We’ve deployed every resource to track down the mastermind behind this vile plot. Rest assured, they will be brought to justice."

Maria nodded, popping another piece of cake into her mouth. "Thank you, Lord Marciel. I trust you and my knights to handle it."

Christina’s eyes flicked to the bowl-cut-haired female knight standing nearby—the same one who had single-handedly apprehended the assassin earlier. The knight’s stoic expression offered no comfort, and when Christina looked to her for help, the knight merely shrugged, as if to say, The princess always gets her way.

"I... I think I should head back to my dorm," Christina said hesitantly, rising from the sofa. "It’s getting late, and I—"

"No way!" Maria interrupted, her tone firm but playful. She set her plate down and grabbed Christina’s wrist. "It’s not safe out there, Christina. They saw you with me. What if they target you next?"

Christina’s face paled. "B-But, Your Highness, I can’t stay here! I’m just... I’m just a baron’s daughter. Staying at your mansion is... it’s too much!"

Maria sighed dramatically, leaning back in her seat. "Oh, Christina, you worry too much about titles. Back in Harlow, I had to be so careful not to show favoritism to anyone. It was exhausting! But here?" Her eyes gleamed. "Here, I can do what I want. And I want you to stay."

Christina opened her mouth to protest, but Maria’s pleading gaze stopped her. "Please? I’ve never had a sleepover with another girl before. It’ll be fun!"

"A... sleepover?" Christina stammered. The idea was absurd. She glanced again at the bowl-cut knight, silently begging for rescue, but the knight only shrugged again, her lips twitching as if suppressing a smile.

She seemed to take pleasure in seeing the princess so happy.

Maria grinned, leaning closer. "See? I’m a selfish princess." She flashed a cute, almost mischievous smile. "And I always get what I want."

Christina couldn’t help but smile back, despite her nerves. "You’re impossible, Your Highness."

Later that evening, Christina found herself in the royal bath of Maria’s mansion, the second-largest estate in the capital. The bath was a marvel of luxury—marble tiles, golden faucets, and a massive pool-like tub filled with steaming, rose-scented water. Christina sighed as she sank deeper into the water, her short black hair floating around her shoulders.

This is too much, she thought, her mind racing. I don’t belong here. What am I even doing?

The warm water enveloped Christina, soothing her tense muscles as she sank deeper into the opulent bath, her eyes tracing the intricate mosaics shimmering under the candlelight.

The vast marble tub, adorned with gold accents, was a far cry from the modest wooden basins of her family’s estate. Her long, slender legs stretched out, the water caressing her smooth, porcelain skin, her modest breasts partially submerged, their gentle curves catching the soft glow of the flames.

Suddenly, the heavy oak door creaked open. Christina’s emerald eyes widened as Princess Maria strolled in, utterly bare, her dark hair cascading down her back like a silken nightsky, brushing against the plump, rounded curve of her backside.

Maria’s body was a vision—her full, voluptuous breasts swayed slightly with each confident step, their rosy peaks glistening faintly in the humid air. Her toned waist flared into shapely hips, and between her thighs, a neatly groomed triangle of dark curls gleamed, framing her delicate, inviting pussy for her future husband.

"Y-Your Highness?!" Christina yelped, instinctively crossing her arms over her chest, her small, perky breasts barely concealed as she sank lower, the water lapping at her collarbone. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her gaze darting away from Maria’s unabashed nudity. "W-What are you doing here?! Your highness!"

Maria giggled, her voice light and teasing, completely unfazed by Christina’s panic. "Oh, relax! It’s just us girls. I thought we could bathe together. It’s more fun that way!" She stepped into the tub, her movements graceful, her firm, heart-shaped ass dipping into the water as she settled opposite Christina with a contented sigh. "Mmm, this feels amazing." The water rippled around her, accentuating the curve of her breasts as they bobbed slightly, her nipples hardening in the warm air.

Christina’s face burned hotter, her heart racing. "B-But... this is... improper!" she stammered, her eyes flickering downward, catching a glimpse of Maria’s sleek thighs parting slightly under the water, revealing the soft, pink folds of her vagina, glistening subtly in the candlelight.

Maria tilted her head, her violet eyes twinkling with mischief. "Improper? Christina, you’re so cute when you’re flustered. Look at you! Your skin is so smooth and fair—like porcelain! And your figure is so elegant—those long, lithe legs, those adorable breasts, so perfectly proportioned. You’re like a heroine from a storybook!" Her gaze lingered on Christina’s submerged form, a playful smirk curling her lips.

Christina blinked, caught off guard by the compliment, her arms loosening slightly, revealing the gentle swell of her breasts, their pale pink nipples peeking above the waterline. "M-Me? No, no, Your Highness, you’re the one who’s... I mean, your hair is like the clear nightsky, and your eyes... they’re like highest quality emeralds! And your body—your curves, your... your breasts are so full and perfect, and your... your skin glows like it’s kissed by the stars. You’re... breathtaking."

Maria laughed, splashing water playfully, the droplets cascading down her cleavage, tracing the contours of her ample bosom. "Oh, stop it! You’re making me blush! But seriously, Christina, you’re beautiful. I’m jealous of that pert little backside and those endless legs of yours. And... well, let’s just say your delicate charm down there is utterly enchanting." She winked, her eyes briefly flicking to the water where Christina’s own neatly trimmed patch of dark curls was faintly visible.

"I wished for a moderate body like that because it allows me to move fast...but I got these curves thanks to my empress, my mother," Maria looked sad for a second, but she quickly changed her face, as she grabbed her own boobs and started to show them to Christina who averted her eyes.

The two girls giggled, their voices echoing in the vast bath, the tension melting into a warm, intimate connection.

After a lavish dinner of roasted pheasant, truffle-infused soups, and delicate desserts, the girls retired to their bedroom. Christina’s room was a palace in itself, with a massive four-poster bed draped in silk, crystal chandeliers, and a balcony overlooking the twinkling capital.

Christina lay in the guest bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress. She stared at the ceiling, her mind replaying the day’s events. The assassination attempt, the guards, Maria’s insistence on keeping her close—it was all so overwhelming. Yet, as she drifted toward sleep, a strange sense of warmth settled in her chest.

Then, after few hours chill ran down her spine.

Her eyes snapped open. The room was dark, save for the faint moonlight streaming through the window. Something felt... wrong. A presence. Her instincts, honed from years of training with a blade, screamed at her. Someone was watching her.

In one fluid motion, Christina rolled out of bed, her hand finding the hilt of her sword, which she’d insisted on keeping nearby. She unsheathed it with a soft shing, her eyes scanning the shadows. There—a faint movement near the corner of the room.

"Who’s there?!" she hissed, her voice low but fierce.

No answer. Her heart pounded as she crept forward, her blade gleaming in the moonlight. Then, she lunged, pinning the intruder against the wall with the tip of her sword at their throat.

A soft whimper broke the silence. "P-Please, don’t!"

Christina froze. The voice was male, but... familiar. She squinted, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light. Emerald-green eyes stared back at her, wide with a teasing look. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Shennong?!" she gasped, lowering her sword slightly. "H-How did you get here?!"

The young man, dressed in dark robes, raised his hands in surrender. His emerald eyes—eerily similar to Maria’s—flickered with nervous energy. "I-I can explain! I swear!"

Christina stepped back, her sword still raised. "Explain, then! You’re in the princess’s mansion, in my room, in the middle of the night! Are you with the assassins?!"

"No!" Shennong shook his head frantically. "I’m not with them! I... I came to see you, but what is this assassin talk?"

Christina was more than confused, as she had no idea what was going on, especially how could he sneak into this mansion out of all the places in the capital.