The Queen's New Clothes (Adult Fairy Tale - Yuri Version) (Part 2)

(Part Two)
The Queen stood before the dressing mirror, examining her new clothes.
They were so beautiful—sticky gold cords adorned her rosy nipples, small pebbles
hanging from thin ribbons, tied to her right nipple, a symbol of nobility. Her base color was pure
white, like milk, with a lovely blush. Apart from a few necessary golden hairs and a touch of pinkish flesh between her thighs,
there wasn't a single imperfection on her body.
She was most beautiful when the Queen rode on her tailor, riding and shouting. At that time, her alluring
colors intensified, the sound of a mountain spring gurgling in her honeyed valley echoed, and fine beads of sweat were evenly distributed on her smooth skin
, looking like fresh dew from the heavens. This was also the Queen's favorite look—she had
several large mirrors brought in and placed around her recliner and the small bed in her workshop, so that she could
see her own magnificent figure at all times.
The tailor made three garments for her: a warm shawl to wrap around her body, "The People's Support";
a magnificent gown to cover her body, "The Love of Her Beloved"; and finally, something to tuck between her legs, filling
the emptiness in the queen's chest during the day, "The Queen's Wisdom."
You see, as I described above, the queen cannot see the other two garments.
The only thing she can see is the thick, magically crafted
wand that perfectly matches her vagina, a tool that enhances her intelligence.
However, even with this treasure that grants her wisdom, the queen still cannot see the magical
clothing she wears. She now even needs the tailor's help to change, lest she be exposed.
These clothes are so comfortable, so light, almost imperceptible to the skin; it feels as if the air
itself is kissing her.
This dress must be truly beautiful—according to the tailor, it has the colors of the sky, the sea, and the universe;
the brilliance of the stars, the moon, and the sun leaps from it. Wearing this beautiful garment, even goddesses would
pale in comparison.
But the Queen herself cannot see such a beautiful dress—this became her distress. She felt it must
be because she was not wise enough, and the Virgin Mary had punished her by preventing her from seeing this beautiful dress.
No one could see this beautiful dress before her—with a little selfishness
, our somewhat willful, somewhat spoiled, and somewhat naive Queen began to work hard.
Except for not liking to wear clothes much, she became a model for the young emperor.
Her behavior gradually became gentle and refined. She spent her days in her workshop, having books from the library
brought there. She not only attended the royal family's classes, but her grades also improved dramatically—for which the palace
teachers were almost moved to tears.
The Queen believed she was becoming increasingly wise, yet somehow she still couldn't see the garment.
She felt frustrated; all her efforts had been in vain. A few days later, she had to humbly and
indirectly inquire of the alchemist if there was a elixir that could transform someone into a wise and benevolent ruler.
"There is no elixir,"
the tailor replied. Seeing the Queen's disappointment, the tailor added, "But if you can win the heartfelt
love and respect of the people who have served you, you will be remembered for eternity."
—So that's it.
The Queen suddenly understood. Perhaps her wisdom and transformation needed to be shared with others to gain recognition.
She had to extend her favors to the kingdom's commoners and be fair in rewarding and punishing her ministers
, ensuring that those who truly supported her were rewarded.
But how could she repay the hardworking knights? Their sacrifices far exceeded anyone else's. They
toiled tirelessly every day for themselves, often accepting their capricious and strange requests: such as
collecting the finest milk from outside the city, catching the meatiest fish in the mountains outside the city, and even slaying
the evil dragon that had been lazing around in the mountains for hundreds of years.
She pondered for a long time but couldn't think of a way to repay them. The next day, she secretly sent her maid to ask the knights
what they needed most. The maid's answer was: "Because the palace's funds have been spent
on clothing for the Queen, the knights don't even have a few decent horses."
That night, the Queen tossed and turned in her soft bed, agonizing for a long time. She then rushed to the workshop to consult
the tailor, finally making her decision amidst soft moans.
So, on the third day, the beautiful palace knights were summoned early to the inner palace workshop.
The tailor in the foyer had been waiting for them for a long time. She held a small incense burner in one hand and extended a finger
with a colorful parrot perched at the base. She repeatedly warned the dozen or so knights waiting there
that this was a private gift from the Queen, and they were absolutely forbidden to reveal it. She even made them swear an oath in the name of their families before
allowing them into the inner chamber.
The knights had originally thought they would receive royal treasures as a reward—
items sealed in the palace vaults, whether it was the "Iron-Cutting Sword," the "Necronomicon," or the renowned "Armstrong
Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon," were all famous and powerful weapons! But what they
saw when they entered the workshop—guess what they found?
—Actually, pretty much what you'd expect.
Their mistress, naked and with her hands bound to the frame of a tabletop mirror, stood with her back
to the door, her plump, round buttocks raised, awaiting the knights' arrival.
The knights were in an uproar—they were furious and ready to go find out about that vile tailor; if they
had weapons, they probably would have drawn them on the spot for a good fight.
"Wait…you bunch of idiots!"
The queen's shout stopped them—the clever ones realized they should untie the queen first, but
when they stepped forward, they were stopped again by the queen, whose face was flushed.
"This is... punishment for my past willfulness... and also,
a reward for you fools!"
Faced with the queen's stammering explanation, the knights exchanged bewildered glances.
"From today onwards, I am your horse... until I... until I let you go, you absolutely
, absolutely, absolutely cannot dismount me!"
The knights, already somewhat wavering, finally collapsed under this textbook example of arrogance.
They meekly approached the queen, forming a circle to admire her alluring body. Because of
frequent training and heavy workload, the knights, whose skin had become somewhat rough and whose bodies were taut, rarely had the opportunity
to see such a delicate, sheltered noblewoman's body. The Queen's body truly surpassed all delicacies and fine wines;
her skin, like mutton fat and jade, radiated a captivating glow in the early morning sunlight. Her graceful, slender waistline led down
to her round, pert, snowy buttocks, and upwards to her juicy breasts hanging like two cantaloupes…
Gradually, everyone's breathing became somewhat heavy.
"Idiots… idiots! What are you all waiting for?"
Faced with the lewd gazes of more than ten older women, the Queen was the first to succumb.
Embarrassment and shyness made her legs, which had been standing straight, begin to weaken. The knights also saw slippery
honey-like fluid flowing from her alluring vulva. To their slight regret, the tempting bud
had probably already been opened; the trembling petals parted slightly, vaguely revealing the luxurious
beauty within.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty..."
Stunned by this unimaginable situation, some of the knights, in a daze, began to reach out
with desire.
The queen's exposed body was quickly covered by more than a dozen pairs of not-so-smooth hands.
"My lovely little sister Grace... she's grown up so much..."
"Your Majesty's breasts are so wonderful..."
"My, my apologies, may I try rubbing them here?"
"You can't put your hand in there...!"
The queen's slight resistance was quickly drowned out by the sweet whispers.
She was surrounded by knights in civilian clothes, a dozen hands caressing her body, touching almost every inch of it
. Her skin flushed a thin layer from the vigorous kneading. The knights even lifted her legs
, suspending her in mid-air—they greedily kissed the queen's soft, delicate buttocks, their tongues
and fingers roaming over her slender yet fleshy legs. One of the bolder knights was the first to insert his finger into
the queen's honeyed orifice, and sweet nectar flowed from the warm opening like a mountain spring.
"No, no…this is so uncomfortable…put me down…"
The fanatical knights completely ignored the queen's moans mixed with cries of pain. The well-preserved honeydew melons
were simultaneously grasped by several men. The knights pinched and tugged at the queen's nipples, savoring the exquisite
sensations brought by her delicate flesh. Some greedily sucked on the entire pink areola, then vigorously swallowed and sucked
. The knights behind gently patted her protruding buttocks. Several men's eyes were focused on the finger moving in and out of her private parts
and the honeyed vulva being vigorously sucked and spit out by the finger. One hand simultaneously reached under their own or their companion's short
skirt and began to tease.
"Don't touch like that... don't do it so hard, it'll... it'll break..."
Although somewhat apprehensive, the knights ultimately returned satisfied.
The tailor washed the dazed queen's body. She rested from the afternoon until dinner time before recovering.
From then on, the palace knights were frequently summoned to the workshop for intensive training.
The ministers were unaware of their secret schemes, but seeing the Queen always radiant and
alluring, they were reassured. Every morning, the female knights would sneak into
a corner of the palace workshop, carrying their beloved sex toys. There, they received the king's gifts; their noble
king would be like a docile horse, allowing them to ride and play with him. The knights would surround the king among them
, plowing the queen's three beautiful orifices with abandon, pouring the white fluid mixed with their own semen from those adorable toys
into the queen's womb.
Three months passed like this, and the queen's body improved. At first, she would
faint during orgasm, but now, after half a day of intense lovemaking, she could leisurely
rise from her bed, which was soaked with semen and milk, and then criticize her knights for their shortcomings.
However, the wise queen began to worry again.
She had gained knowledge, improved her physical fitness, and now earned the respect of the knights, who willingly
knelt before her, licking her noble feet. She also felt she hadn't neglected her duties,
having done much to benefit the people. Yet, she still couldn't see the tailor's clothes.
How she longed to wear that magnificent garment—but she was unwilling to let others see
its beauty first.
Our queen was nearly driven to despair. Sensing her anguish, the tailor had to remind her: a king should
be selfless, displaying his possessions to his people without reservation—that was the act of a sage.
"But my figure has become so strange… will I still be able to wear that dress properly?"
the queen asked worriedly.
Because of the daily "training" and the knight ladies' tireless efforts to nourish her, the queen's waist had thinned slightly,
but her high breasts and rounded hips had become even more prominent. Her nipples
swelled to more than twice their normal size due to the lewd words of women, and her once small clitoris became as prominent as a plump soybean. She had now
left behind her immaturity, and her alluring and mature body was like a lily in full bloom,
so beautiful that even the fairies in mythology would have to submit to her.
"That dress is stained with your virgin blood; it will always
be displayed in the most suitable way for you, wherever and whenever it is."
Looking into the alchemist's sincere eyes, the Queen finally made her decision.
—The exquisite dress, hidden for three months, was finally finished.
The news immediately caused a huge uproar in the palace and the kingdom.
Everyone knew that the Queen had become more diligent in governing and caring for her people, more frugal and tolerant because of this dress. Everyone wanted to see
what kind of magic this dress possessed that could make the spoiled Queen so adorable.
To showcase her beauty to the common people, the Queen announced that she would
hold a public parade of her new dress on the approaching Valentine's Day—of course, before that, she would wear it
to show to her ministers and knights—she wanted to discern which of her servants were foolish and disloyal, and which were wise
and loyal!
So the Queen dressed up carefully—she rarely wore light makeup, and with the help of a tailor, she put on
a shawl and a long dress. Then she let the tailor slip under her skirt and stuff the magical artifact that could bring wisdom into
her sweet and juicy honey pot.
Ministers and knights who had received advance notice gathered in the palace hall, numbering in the hundreds
. Everyone was discussing the magical new garment: "You know, that magical garment, if one is
disloyal to the kingdom or dull-witted, one will not see its appearance." Minister A. "Yes! We only need to see
who behaves poorly to know, 'Hey, there's a fool here!'" Minister B. "But,
what does it mean if one can't see it? Will the garment be a blurry mess, or…?" Minister A. "Since
it can't be seen, it must be transparent…?" Minister B. "What, what are you saying… Does that mean only those who are disloyal to the Queen
can see the Queen's… cough." A newly recruited knight, who looked like a novice, blushed and interrupted
their conversation.
"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Minister B—Amidst the strange chanting of the inner court maids,
the Queen entered the hall, surrounded by several maids and knights.
The maids surrounding the Queen carefully supported her delicate arms and sleeves, while
the knights behind her, their faces slightly flushed, held her long, wide train.
This dress must have been incredibly magnificent; even the well-traveled palace servants handled it with trepidation,
afraid of desecrating it.
But none of that mattered.
The problem was that many were astonished to find they couldn't see the dress.
What did they see?
They saw the Queen's naked, noble body, a body imbued with the essence of the sun and moon; they saw her flawless, jade-like
skin; they saw her proud, large breasts, which showed almost no signs of sagging
, adorned with two trembling, engorged pink nipples, and a golden
silk cord and agate tied to one of them.
Looking further down, beneath the two large nipples was a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand. A few short, golden hairs
grew on the girl's mysterious delta. Behind the beautifully shaped pelvis, one could vaguely guess the smooth, rounded flesh of her buttocks.
And the precious honeyed orifice, connected to the bloodline of this nation's royal family, was stuffed full of a thick object of unknown length.
Even the two labia, which were meant to protect it, were helplessly pushed apart, and the nectar flowing out was like flowing tears,
pitifully lamenting the thing's brutality.
Everyone first marveled at the Queen's private life—it turned out she had recently become docile, having become infatuated with something else
—and then they became uneasy about what they had seen.
Ah, to see such a sight… disloyalty or stupidity is secondary; what if the Queen finds out…
…
“How is it—my new clothes?”
The Queen first waved her hand, making a few triumphant gestures, then she noticed that her ministers' behavior
was somewhat off.
“Could it be that you can’t see them! I didn’t expect that; are you all a bunch of…”
—She didn’t care what would happen if these wretched bodies, which should have been hidden under the clothes, were
seen by these lowly people.
“Your Majesty… Your Majesty is truly beautiful! That magician was right; this is truly a gift from the gods
…”
“Yes, yes, it’s so stunning that I’m speechless—I never imagined that
I would see something so beautiful in my lifetime…”
Hearing the Queen’s angry rebuke, the ministers, not wanting to be driven out, hurriedly responded.
They had no idea what others saw, and unwilling to reveal that they couldn't see the Queen
's clothes, they could only try their best to avoid mentioning the specific style of the garment, piecing together a jumble of
praise: "This is absolutely perfect for Your Majesty's figure."
"Such clothes must feel so light and soft on the body—other kings would surely feel
ashamed if they saw them!"
"Indeed, only a beauty like Your Majesty could be worthy of such clothes."
"Yes, look at those edges, they're perfectly stitched, without a single flaw."
Hearing these compliments, the Queen proudly raised her head.
This dress, which she couldn't see, seemed even more magnificent than she had imagined; of course, only such precious clothing
could be worthy of a wise and powerful queen like herself.
After meeting with the courtiers, the public procession was about to begin.
The courtiers raised a gilded and silver-adorned canopy, and noble royal knights led the way for the Queen,
while the remaining knights and maids followed behind. Those knights who had been with the Queen glanced absently
at her shapely buttocks, while simultaneously and cautiously lifting the long train of her
dress—which they couldn't possibly see—pretending that what they saw wasn't the Queen's alluring back view but rather her neatly arranged gown and shawl—because...
If they didn't do this, they feared they would be seen as incompetent fools and kicked out of the palace by the Queen
. If that happened, they would never have the chance to enjoy the Queen's noble body again. The inner city gates opened, and the procession from the palace gradually came into 　　view
of the commoners and visiting onlookers . 　　The girls waved flowers and colorful flags, preparing to welcome the benevolent and virtuous Queen. The guards of the capital firmly guarded 　　the planned route of the procession. Merchants and other nobles occupied the tables and chairs in the high-rise open-air restaurants. 　　Spy from neighboring countries hid in the crowd, taking notes—everyone was eagerly awaiting their beautiful and 　　proud Queen, awaiting the legendary, magical textile that supposedly satisfied the Queen's insatiable desire for beautiful clothes 　　. 　　This was a grand celebration that shook the entire country. The moment the palace gates opened and the jingling of the gift bags sounded, 　　everyone's heart skipped a beat. 　　But the figure at the heart of the procession, completely naked, stunned all the companions. 　　"Good heavens, am I stupid? 　　" "I can't even see Her Majesty's clothes! This is a terrible calamity! 　　" "Her Majesty's body... is so wonderful... 　　" Various emotions spread among the waiting crowd. 　　Only the Queen proudly puffed out her chest. 　　"These commoners, who have never seen anything like this before, have indeed fallen for my charm. 　　" The people, who had long heard of the magical clothes, weren't fools—they knew that if they couldn't see them, they would be seen 　　as idiots or disloyal. Soon, someone shouted their praise, and then, one after another 　　, praise and laurels surged towards the Queen walking beneath the canopy. 　　The parade officially began, the band playing a lively and rousing march. People, their faces as usual, showered the prepared 　　confetti and paper flowers—the Queen's destination was the capital's grand theater. She had never before deigned to go to 　　places filled with commoners, but this time was different. Her new clothes greatly satisfied her vanity, and she deliberately 　　chose the busiest section of the route, intending to watch several plays with the common people, so that everyone could 　　properly admire her flawless new attire. She wanted this glory to spread throughout the country, making the people 　　proud that their nation had such a beautiful queen. 　　And the hearts of all those watching beat faster with the Queen's every step. 　　The queen, her body slender and alluring, exuded captivating charm with every movement. Each step caused her 　　full, sweet breasts to ripple and sway, their firm pink nipples 　　drawing the attention of women. With each stride, the mounds between her legs rose and fell, 　　irresistibly alluring even to the most virtuous ladies. 　　She walked the streets of the capital with the most elegant courtly gait, her precise movements causing the 　　pebbles on her nipples to tap against each other. All the cheers and praises were directed at her; 　　the blessings offered far exceeded any of her previous parades—the queen had never been so happy. 　　She felt her charm had finally been acknowledged, and no one would speak ill of her behind her back anymore. 　　However, even the proud queen felt immensely 　　weary walking in such a bustling environment. 　　The people certainly appreciated the beauty of the dress, but the Queen herself felt somewhat embarrassed. 　　Yes, she couldn't see the dress, and she didn't want ordinary underwear underneath this magnificent garment, so 　　when she looked at herself, it was as if she were walking naked in the street. 　　Facing only the tailor, she could remain calm; facing the courtiers in the hall, she could barely 　　maintain her composure; but in the street where tens of thousands had gathered… she shamefully became wet. 　　Ah—she felt as if she had been seen through. Those people should have been looking at her outer garment, 　　but she felt that their gazes were brazenly scrutinizing her noble body. 　　The softness of being exposed to the air made the Queen's limbs feel boneless; the naked gazes of the gathered people made her nipples 　　engorged with blood, and her juices flowed freely. Every compliment sounded like obscenity and flirtation to her; every cheer sounded 　　like a groan and a gasp. 　　Ah—the Queen was utterly powerless to continue. Each step, the magic wand rubbing against her delicate flesh, 　　made her restless. She felt as if everyone was staring at her precious vulva, and that with just a glance 　　, a lovely girl would fill her with fingers and tongue. 　　The Queen decided she needed a moment's rest—her love juices had overflowed to an unbelievable degree; she could even 　　feel the trickles of fluid reaching her ankles, leaving a trail of visible droplets on the ground. Most fatally, 　　her weak legs could barely hold her wand. 　　She forced herself to remain calm and summoned her steward, telling her she needed to rest and 　　interact with the children of the citizens. 　　—As long as they weren't mature adults, they wouldn't dare lay a finger on my body, would they? 　　The royal procession temporarily stopped in a street square. As per the Queen's instructions, the most adorable 　　child in the crowd was chosen to accompany her for a while. 　　This adorable little girl, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, had such big, blinking eyes that she was incredibly endearing 　　—the Queen couldn't resist and pulled her into her arms. 　　"Sister Queen, aren't you cold?" 　　"No, why? 　　" Hearing the girl's soft voice, the Queen couldn't help but reply in her own childish voice. 　　"But even if you're not cold, you can't go without clothes, you'll catch a cold." 　　The Queen's body suddenly stiffened. 　　"W-how could that be? Sister's clothes are the best here..."

"But..." The little girl blinked, reaching out to grasp the queen's nipple, which was swollen and engorged with blood.
"Sister's big nipples are all exposed, and sister is so big, yet she's still playing with toys..."
She reached between the queen's legs, and after a few forceful pulls, she forcefully withdrew the thick, long penis. Because
it had been sucked in so tightly, the semi-erect penis made a "pop" sound as it was pulled out, which
the nearby commoners heard clearly. They could even clearly see the queen's slightly everted mons pubis, blooming like a flower
.
The women felt their faces flush and their hearts race, their lower bodies becoming uncontrollably wet.
"Ah... I want... I want..." A surge of humiliation and inexplicable pleasure welled up within them, causing the queen to groan awkwardly, 　　tears
streaming from her eyes . 　　Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, including the queen's. 　　They all thought this foolish and honest child was doomed, but the Queen stood there dumbfounded for a long time— 　　how could the child touch her body when it should be through her clothes? 　　Then, in her panic, she remembered the alchemist's words—the stupid or disloyal cannot see 　　or touch these clothes. 　　She immediately felt relieved. 　　"Sweetie, that's an adult's toy. See? This is a magic wand. Its layers are 　　exactly like the shape inside my vagina—anyway, children shouldn't touch it. Put it back in." 　　She coaxed the child holding the wooden stick in a soft, soothing voice—she thought that it couldn't possibly extend 　　beyond the skirt, and the people outside probably hadn't seen it yet. 　　"Oh!" 　　The girl obediently nodded. She lowered the stick again, the slightly swollen tip circling and slowly penetrating 　　back into the queen's soft, moist cavity. The intense feeling of fullness made the queen let out a low, satisfied sigh 　　—some clear fluid spurted out and landed on the long wooden chair beneath her. 　　"Good girl, let your sister nurse you..." 　　The queen, even more exhausted but feeling physically and mentally satisfied, affectionately stroked the little girl's hair and 　　brought her fragrant, alluring nipple to the little girl's lips. 　　"As for clothes...that's the wisdom of adults. When you...grow up, you'll be able to see your sister's...... 　　your sister's clothes...you know?" 　　——Aftermath—————————————————— "You're so wicked, so wicked 　　, you vicious woman, you're even more playful than me." 　　The alchemist stood on a high hill, looking down at the small capital city. 　　She was draped in a long, black robe, holding a now-ceaseless incense burner in her left hand, 　　and a noisy, multicolored parrot in her right. 　　"What a ridiculous farce! What a ridiculous farce! Oh! You wicked woman, you 　　wicked woman, your heart is as black as the moon in hell, your head as wicked as a witch's cauldron 　　!" 　　The multicolored parrot, like a hymn, praised the alchemist's 　　actions with rhythms and words incomprehensible to mortals. 　　"You demon wouldn't understand, I'm truly doing good." 　　The alchemist casually tossed aside the small incense burner, smiled mischievously, and touched the parrot 　　's beak with her left index finger, the tip still retaining a trace of fragrance. 　　"Those of us who make a living adhere to the principle of exchange." 　　"To gain something, you have to give something in return. If everyone lived a good life, then we wouldn't have anything to eat 　　." 　　She opened her left hand, where a colorful glass ball now stood. 　　"That girl cried in the long, lonely nights without her mother, because she had no friends and couldn't grow up. 　　She kept changing clothes, just trying to prove her beauty. She was willful and capricious, but deep down she craved 　　attention. I heard her voice, so I made her mature and alluring, the center of attention, so that the people and 　　knights could interact with her 'amicably'... But the price is that she will be 　　unable to escape a world of shame and exposure, and she must properly repay the debt incurred by her willfulness. She will 　　dedicate the rest of her life to the country, striving to shoulder the responsibilities of a monarch. Besides, we don't like girls who are only arrogant— 　　adding a little 'coquettishness' is quite necessary." 　　"Dreadful sense of humor, dreadful sense of humor. Great, great!" 　　"In this day and age, when ancient alchemy is almost lost, that 'big meat stick' that can boost intelligence to level 5 is an incredible 　　treasure." 　　The alchemist shrugged. 　　Thus, this small country welcomed a queen with some eccentricities, yet diligent and benevolent in her governance. 　　She was hailed as a rare and wise ruler of her time. Under her rule, the country prospered and stabilized, gradually developing into 　　a renowned and wealthy land. 　　Her slightly peculiar preference was eventually overshadowed by the halo of honor. Over the years, neighboring 　　countries even began to emulate this practice of openness, which became a popular anecdote. 　　"No clothes could please the Queen, so she ultimately chose to be naked to display her most 　　beautiful side"—such rumors circulated widely within the country, and people silently complied with the Queen 　　's wishes—since Her Majesty felt she was most beautiful this way, so be it; besides, it 　　would 　　be 　　a feast for the eyes. 　　Only she herself spent her entire life striving to see that nonexistent garment.

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