The Evil Dragon Crisis Series: Evil Spirit's Spring Dream

Princess Diana, dressed in a pristine white gown of brocade and gauze, sat before her dressing mirror, her gaze fixed on her chest. Following a tradition passed down through 　　generations
, the wedding dress featured a bold cut at the bodice, embroidered pleats
to cinch it beautiful ribbons adorning the collar.
Beneath the beautiful fabric lay skin as soft and lustrous as honey, shimmering with captivating radiance. Her shapely breasts,
high and full, were breathtaking.
Princess Diana, known as the Flower of Tredidoo, was in the prime of her youth.
"Time is almost up, please hurry!"
her maid, Mathilde, reminded her.
(But Princess Diana had no desire to marry!)
Two maids were summoned to help Princess Diana put on her tight-fitting bodice, cinching her waist to create a slender
silhouette.
Princess Diana was still psychologically unable to fully accept this sudden marriage.
Amidst , somehow the marriage was settled.
All she knew about her fiancé was that he was a warrior named
Ancas, who had defeated a ferocious dragon residing in Shadow Valley.
(Even though he was a warrior who defeated an incredibly ferocious dragon, why must I marry a complete stranger
?)
"But I don't want to get married yet! I want to have more fun!"
She didn't know his height, build, or appearance.
He might even be incredibly ugly! Knowing
absolutely nothing about such an important person made her uneasy!
(If she were marrying the handsome and admired Prince Wisconsin, she would
dress up the wedding…)
Princess Diana gripped the large, colorful portrait on the parchment tightly in her hand.
"I can't forgive these people for making decisions for me without my consent..."
Just because she's the daughter of a count, there are times when she must obey orders, and times when she must be stubborn.
Princess Diana pouted her lips, which were as red as roses, and suddenly puffed out her cheeks like an octopus.
To be honest, Princess Diana was still very young, so she longed to marry a handsome
husband.
"What have you been doing all this time? The groom is already waiting!"
The tall and strong maid, Mathilde, hung Princess Diana's wedding dress on her hand.
"No! I absolutely, absolutely do not want to get married!"
Wearing a beautiful crown made of gold, silver, and jewels, Princess Diana gripped the chair tightly,
shaking her head incessantly.
"What are you saying! Stop sulking! It's time! We have to go out!"
Unmoved, Princess Diana curled up in the chair, stubbornly resisting.
"Princess! If you're a princess, you need to know your limits! Stop causing trouble!"
Mathilde grabbed Princess Diana's arms and lifted her shoulders, pretending to pull her up from the chair, her
cheeks flushed red.
"Ugh! Oh! This brat! Oh! No! Princess!... Please listen to me!"
Unexpectedly, even though she was twice the size of Princess Diana, she found it difficult to overcome Diana's
seemingly frail resistance.
"Sorry!"
Princess Diana used Mathilde's shoulder-lifting posture to execute a beautiful "over-the-shoulder throw,"
tossing away!
"Yay!"
The skirt of her wedding dress billowed open, creating a beautiful splash.
"Ah! Whoa!"
Mathilde was thrown by the princess, her inner skirt lifted up, and she fell flat on her back.
"I'm sorry, Mathilde!"
Princess Diana darted away from her chambers like an arrow.
"Ah! Princess Diana! Where are you going?"
Mathilde cried out in terror, rubbing her dazed back.
Princess Diana, breathless, climbed the spiral staircase of the side tower, ran out of the corridor, over the small tower, and out of
the side wall. Her breasts heaved with her movements.
The castle stood atop a small hill, and from its walls, the view below was breathtaking.
There lay the lake she knew so well, its reflection mirrored in its crystal-clear waters . A strong wind blew across the lake
, ruffling her hair and clothes.
"What should I do?"
The only destination seemed to be the shrill roof of the castle tower before her.
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... "Ah!...Master! Tonight I'm yours! I want to give myself to you!" The beautiful woman spread her legs wantonly, revealing a mysterious area at the junction of her buttocks and thighs that stirred the heart, brimming with the scent of spring. "Ugh! Never mind! Come on!" The mysterious area in the golden "grass" was incomparably beautiful and alluring. "You can't escape tonight! Because I won't let you sleep all night..." (Wow! I can't take it anymore! I really can't hold back!) Ancas's mind was filled with the rich, erotic imagination of a young, healthy man. Suddenly! "Oh no! The princess..." The servant burst through the heavy door, stumbling in. "What happened?" Ancas, dressed in a wedding suit, sat upright in a luxurious chair. "The princess has run away! She seems to have locked herself in the castle tower!" "Ah! How could this be?" The beautiful, alluring image of the princess beckoning him with a flick of her finger, saying "Come on!"—that had just been in Knight Ancas's mind— vanished without a trace. How could this happen right before the wedding ceremony, personally arranged by Count Tredid to reward him for his valiant defeat of the dragon ? "It seems you need to appease the princess to prepare for the marriage!" Appease the princess? How could he possibly do that? Ancas suddenly stood up as if he had a brilliant idea. "Truly a resourceful and brave knight!"

"Hmph! Otherwise, how can I defeat the dragon!...Quick! Quick! Prepare the horse so I can set off!"
He kicked over the chair, preparing to step out—
"Whoa! Ah!"
His shoe slipped, and he fell flat on his backside!
"Ooh! Ooh..."
Thinking this was a moment he couldn't afford to embarrass himself and had to get up quickly, he used his abdominal muscles,
spread to their maximum limit, and sat back down on the chair as if his backside was about to split open, maintaining composure and
pretending nothing had happened.
(No! If I make a fool of myself here, being nervous and flustered, it would be a huge loss!)
"Well then, I'll set off!"
Ankas chuckled dryly, feigning composure.
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Several people were already standing near the castle tower, shouting anxiously:
"Princess! Princess! Come out quickly!"
They were frantically banging on the door, the shouters seeming to be the princess's male attendants.
Ankas calmly and steadily ran over, sword at his side.
"Oh? Isn't this Ancas? The princess has locked herself in the castle tower! We tried to break in,
but we can't seem to get in, I don't know what she did!"
Count Tredidor, King of Wagenz, said to Ancas.
"Right now, there's no other way but to break in through a window in the roof of the castle tower... and that,
of course, can only be done by the strength of brave, battle-hardened knights!"
Count Tredidor stared intently at Ancas.
Ancas had a bad feeling.
"Hmm! Is this why you brought me here?"
"Of course! Ancas! Is there anyone more suitable than you? And
the wedding must take place before sunset, no matter what..."
Ancas swallowed hard upon hearing the count's words.
That bad premonition had unfortunately come true!
(So, does this mean I have to climb onto the roof and from there...?)
Ankas looked at the Count with a very mournful gaze, like a puppy tilting its head and pleading with its owner
.
"Ah...oh dear!"
Speaking of which, Ankas suffers from acrophobia!
"I, I...I..."
Ankas stammered helplessly as he climbed the castle tower wall.
(Why did I have to suffer such misfortune?)
The sturdy tower, built of large stones stacked one by one, rose high into the clouds.
(Ankas! Be brave! Absolutely do not look down! Because if you do, you will faint and
fall with a thud!)
Ankas saw stars, felt dizzy, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
The sunlight was so intense, scorching the back of Ankas's head and back.
(Ugh! How scary! I can't look down...)
Step by step, Ankas slowly and silently conquered the vertical, towering castle wall.
The Count had ordered—the princess, who had imprisoned him in the castle tower, must be brought back.
He insisted, "No matter what, before nightfall!"
Time ticked by!
Ankas glanced down, and oh my god! He was terrified, the world spun, and he felt dizzy, as if he were about to
die.
"Oh dear! Just... just two more steps!"
His arms were already exhausted, his bent fingers trembling uncontrollably as if in spasms.
One wrong move, and he might fall into hell, crashing like a watermelon onto the stone pile in the courtyard, a
bloody mess .
"Wow!... Ah, ah! The moment of passion is almost here! Go! Come on!"
He concentrated all his strength in his fingers, attempting a desperate hang.
(Just one more step...)
Then, Ankas's fingers became incredibly firm.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding into his eyes.
"Oh my!"
(Just a little more effort, and the beautiful princess will be mine!
A night of passion be priceless, come on!)
His heart pounded wildly, the capillaries at the back of his head throbbed with excitement, his blood practically
rushing to his head. He was in a state of near-explosive tension, ready to explode at the slightest stimulation.
Even in this life-or-death moment, the thought of being intimate with Princess Diana made his
desire explode.
"Wow! Ugh!"
It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.
Heave-ho! Heave-ho! He climbed upwards step by step.
"Huff! Huff! Ooh!"
Victory was within reach!
Ankas desperately gripped the window of the castle tower!
(Wow! Haha! Finally here!)
He used all his strength to hold onto the edge of the window. Bang!
"Here, here!"
Winged angels appeared in his mind, blowing trumpets to welcome him. And confetti rained down from the sky like snowflakes
.
Then, his hand touched the window sill of the castle tower. In an instant—
Princess Diana looked out of the window and met Ancas's gaze.
"Wow! Ah!"
Princess Diana's beautiful and lovely face stunned Ancas; her red lips
bloomed like flower petals.
"Wow!"
A scream rang out, and Ancas opened his eyes—
her lips exploded like balloons. Startled, Ancas's arm suddenly lost its strength.
All his weight fell on one hand; if his fingers left the window sill, he would lose his balance
and fall.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Just as his fingers left the window sill, at the last second, Princess Diana grabbed Ancas's hand.
Princess Diana's body hung on the window sill in a parabolic arc, like someone fishing for a big fish.
"Ugh! Ah ah ah!"
Princess Diana's two hands gripped Ancas's left hand tightly.
Ancas also reached out with all his might, trying to grab Princess Diana's hands.
"Hmm!"
Princess Diana's brows were furrowed, and her lips were tightly pressed together.
Ancas hung there, his appearance utterly pathetic.
"Ah! Ah!...Princess!"
Like a pendulum from hell, Ankas's body swung rhythmically.
Princess Diana struggled desperately, as if trying to pull Ankas into the building.
"I can't take it anymore! Don't scream..."
The wedding dress rubbed against the stone walls of the castle, making a rustling sound.
Princess Diana crossed her arms and used all her strength to pull upwards.
Standing on the stone walls, Princess Diana tensed and arched her back.
"This... Oh! Oh!"
Rustle! Rustle! Rustle! Rustle! Ankas's body was pulled up a little bit!
"How can it be so heavy!"
First it was his arms, then his head, then his chest, pulling him up little by little!
"I'm... I'm sorry..."
Ankas said embarrassedly.
"Hey!"
Ankas climbed the wall like he was clinging to it.
"Wow! Oh!"
Finally, Ankas's body was pulled through the window and into the castle tower.
"Ouch!"
Ankas pulled his hand away, and Princess Diana fell flat on her back!
"It worked!"
Princess Diana collapsed onto the floor.
"We're saved!"
Ancas also fell to the ground in a spread-eagle position, panting heavily.
"Ha! Ha!... What... what happened?"
Princess Diana asked, her chest heaving beneath her flawless white dress.
"Who are you?"
"Ah! Ha!... I... I'm called 'Ancas'!"
(Ancas?)
The name sounded somewhat familiar.
"Could it be... you're the one who's going to be my husband... ah?"
"Yeah! Yeah... it seems so!"
Ancas answered breathlessly.
"I... I don't want to get married yet!"
"Oh! Ha! Ha! I heard you 'don't want to'..."
The two talked, both lying on their backs on the ground.
"First of all, I don't know you at all!"
"Oh! So you locked yourself here... To be honest, even I... ha... ha... was startled!"
The setting sun, sinking into the mountains, shone through the windows of the castle tower, casting a dazzling, beautiful orange glow.
"So, this marriage is off! Let's pretend it was never mentioned!"
"I'm fine! But will the people around us allow us to do this!?"
Ankas seemed to have thought of something, turning to look at the door at the entrance of the castle tower.
The door was locked, and there was a pile of chairs, wardrobes, and other things piled up.
"In any case, this isn't a solution, let's open the door first!?"
Ankas stood up and reached out to pull Princess Diana.
Suddenly! Ankas's legs gave way, his center of gravity went awry, and he unexpectedly fell onto Princess Diana's soft
body.
"Ouch!"
Ankas's fingertips slid across the chest of her white dress, landing on the floor at her waist.
"Wow!"
Ancas's lips met Princess Diana's sweet, red lips.
A sweet, slightly sour fragrance filled the air.
"Wow..."
In an instant, Princess Diana felt like she was on fire, her eyes half-closed, her lips
trembling .
When Princess Diana opened her eyes in surprise, her manners made her cheeks flush red, and she pushed Ancas away.
"Wow!"
Ancas looked up and saw Princess Diana's beautiful hair cascading onto the floor, her slender hair shimmering with a dazzling light.
"You're so annoying!"
Princess Diana, still reeling from the kiss, hesitated and turned her face away.
Although Ancas's upper body was up, his lower body was still pressed against Princess Diana's, and he suddenly felt
a warm sensation on his thigh.
"Wow! Ah! Wow!..."
Ancas's heart was now pounding like a volcano, and he felt a surge of heat between his legs
, invigorating him. A surge of emotion made her heart feel like it was about to explode, and Princess Diana felt the same way
.
Their eyes met, and Ancas studied Princess Diana's expression.
His engorged member throbbed painfully inside his trousers .
"Ouch!"
A jolt, like an electric shock, made Princess Diana tremble.
"I-I'm sorry!"
Ancas jumped up quickly.

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