Sitting with her legs crossed and a flowing dress with a slit on the side that showed plenty of skin below the waist, the countess continued to look out the window, her straight white hair draped down her shoulders elegantly.
She was very young, her eighteenth birthday just a month ago, so she was barely legal by earth standards. Yet her body was developed beyond belief, with lewdly shaped breasts that were possibly E-cup clinging to her light blue dress, a garter around her thigh that was black in the middle and the same light blue as her dress in the frills, and a narrow waist that accentuated a lecherously high hip-to-waist ratio.
Devon finally understood why the madame felt it necessary to cautioned him not to ravage the countess. Just the first sight of her already gave him an erection. Her body type could be described as a busty, well developed loli, although mature loli seemed to be an oxymoronic statement. The reason she seemed like a loli was because of her small stature, height, and innocent, pretty face. She was like a miniature version of a grown woman, not in terms of pubescent development but in terms of scale.
Devon had to resist the urge to skewer this lewd loli with his meat shaft the moment he entered the carriage, but he bit back the urge.
Clumsily into the carriage, he sat right next to her as the soldier closed the curtain once more.
“Hi, miss Ilyana,” he said to her courteously. “I’m Devon Hall.”
The countess finally looked back at him, her light colored eyes gleaming in surprise for a moment at the sight of Devon, before narrowing back to their original bored expression.
“It’s countess Ilyana,” she corrected him.
“Sorry,” Devon replied. “Countess Ilyana.”
The young countess resumed looking out the window as the carriages began moving, not seeming to be all that interested in initiating the conversation with Devon.
Undaunted, Devon decided to start the conversation first. “I heard you’re quite a handful with magic, countess.”
The countess instantly turned to look at him, her face puffed up angrily. “Who told you about that?”
“Er… the madame,” Devon replied.
“Oh, teacher?” countess Ilyana replied. “I see. If teacher told you, she must have a reason.”
“By the way,” the countess continued. “Why did we pick you up from madame Elisa’s private apartment this morning?”
“Because I’m staying there for now,” Devon responded.
“Ah, so you’re studying with her as well.” The countess seemed satisfied that she got to the bottom of that mystery.
Sensing an opening, Devon decided to tease her just a bit. He faked a yawn, and spread his arms into the air above him.
“Haaaaaaannnnnngg…..” he yawned, pushing his right shoulder into the countess’s busty loli breasts. He felt like he was doing something super illegal based on her appearance by earth standards.
The countess didn’t seem to react. Suddenly, Devon remembered what the madame told him about her extremely sheltered upbringing. Perhaps she just didn’t have knowledge about these sorts of things.
Devon decided to test his theory a bit more later on when they were out into the wilderness, as the carriage bumped up and down as the battalion made its way down the street towards the town exit.
“I’m bored,” the countess said. “Father wanted me to go on this expedition to learn more about the outside world, saying that it would build character, but all I really want to do is go shopping… I’ve never gone shopping in town before. This expedition is already dreadfully boring.”
Devon nodded. “Yeah, I’m bored too. I’m just getting paid to babysit you, so let’s try to have some fun today to make the day go faster. Why don’t we play a game to pass the time?”
The white haired countess’s eyes shone brightly at the mention of a game. “Sure, what game? Teach me the rules!”
“So it’s a simple game called rock paper scissors king’s game. Have you heard of it?”
Countess Ilyana shook her head.
“So it goes like this,” Devon explained, making gestures with his hands. “This is rock, this is paper, and this is scissors. Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and paper beats rock. So we shake our fists three times, and then show what we’re going to use.”
“And whoever loses twice in a row becomes the king’s slave, and has to do one thing that the king orders. And if the slave disobeys the order, they get a punishment. Punishment can be taking off a piece of clothing, or having to kiss the king, or something like that.”
The countess listened on intently with great interest, and nodded her head. “Sounds fun, let’s play!”
punishment time hehe
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