The Princess and the Pea

The sky was pitch black, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and rain poured down. It was truly frightening!

Sisi followed the butler who opened the door into the castle's main hall. Good heavens,
how awful she looked after being battered by the wind and rain! Water streamed down her hair and clothes, into her shoes, and out from her heels
. She needed shelter from the storm.

After a few minutes, Sisi began to regret her decision, feeling she would rather be out in the middle of nowhere getting soaked. But as
a noble princess, she maintained a polite smile, feigning interest, and endured
the incessant chatter of Queen Sophie, the castle's mistress.

"Your hips are too thin, unsuitable for bearing children, especially healthy boys," the Queen
commented on Sisi's buttocks, "and your hair is straight, while Franz's is curly; God knows what the hair of your child
will look like..."

"I don't want to marry your son," Sisi finally interrupted the Queen, unable to contain herself any longer.

"My dear child, of course you want to marry my Prince Franz, the heir to the Kingdom of Ishel, otherwise
why would you be here?" the all-knowing Queen said with a smile.

"I came here because of the storm," Sisi protested, "I just wanted to find shelter from the rain
and some dry clothes." Although the fire in the hall was burning brightly, Sisi
was shivering from the cold, her clothes completely soaked.

"Making opportunities to spend more time with Franz, right?" The wise Queen knew all her children's
tricks and gave Sisi a sly but kind smile.

"That's not it," Sisi didn't know how to explain. She glanced at
Prince Franz sitting beside the Queen; large eyes, a high nose, thin lips—quite handsome, but his eyebrows drooped, his eyes
were lifeless, his face expressionless, looking listless.

"Don't worry, dear," the kind Queen Mother said, feigning a whisper. "I don't object
to young girls using tricks when pursuing my son; he's so charming, so sought after. As
someone with experience, I can even teach them a few tricks."

Sisi was speechless, her teeth chattering from the cold, forcibly suppressing the urge to turn and rush into the storm.

A girl's voice came from the corridor, saving Sisi. "Mother, please forgive me for interrupting you,
but I feel it's too impolite to entertain such a distinguished guest like this." Everyone, including Sisi, turned to see a
girl in a sky-blue robe with strawberry-colored hair enter the hall. "You wouldn't want her to go back to…" The girl turned
to Sisi and asked, "By the way, where did you say you came from?"

Sisi's heart eased, sincerely grateful to the girl for defusing her embarrassment. Like the prince, she had large
eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and exceptionally bright sapphire blue eyes; a few freckles on her cheeks added a touch of playfulness.
“Posenhofen, Posenhofen on the shores of Lake Steinberg,” Sisi replied, trying to keep her voice calm.

“You wouldn’t want her to return to Posenhofen and tell her father she was
treated rudely here, would you?” the girl said to her mother.

“Posenhofen?” The Queen was moved, giving Sisi an apologetic look. “No, not at all.
I wanted to give you the best…”

“Come with me,” the blue-eyed girl grabbed Sisi’s hand. “Please accept our apologies. Go to my
room, change into my clothes first, then come for dinner.”

“Please forgive my mother.” The blue-eyed girl pulled Sisi into a warm, comfortable bedroom, the fireplace
crackling. “She becomes unreasonable when it comes to my brother’s marriage. Warm yourself by the fire, I’ll go
get some towels.” She skipped out of the room.

A moment later, the girl returned with a pile of towels. “My name is Nene,” she said, first
wrapping Sisi’s long braid in a towel and unbuttoning Sisi’s long dress. “I need to dry you quickly, or you’ll catch a cold
.”

Sisi’s dress fell to the ground without hindrance, and she blushed, suddenly wondering
if her bottom was really too thin. But when Nene took off her soaking wet underwear, she dismissed the thought;
Nene’s soft, skilled fingers distracted her. Soon, Sisi was wrapped in a large towel and sat
by the fireplace. Nene untied her braid and carefully dried her hair strand by strand. The two girls
chatted by the fire and quickly became close friends.

“Is your brother looking for a wife? Did I come at the wrong time?” Sisi asked.

“It’s terrible,” Nene sighed. “My brother is over twenty and still not married.” "

Yeah, that's really bad. Your brother is quite handsome," Sisi thought of her recent experience. "It must
be because your mother is too picky."

"You think he's good too, right? Do you like him?"

"I like someone like you. Although you two look alike, your brother is too颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of listlessness, apathy, and a lack of motivation), I don't like him."

"That's a pity," Nene said. "My brother wasn't always like this.

He used to be very sunny and enthusiastic, full of longing for life. When he first came of age, he rode a
big white horse, saying he would travel the world to find his princess.

But he naively believed that fairy tales were true, and whenever he met a beautiful princess along the way, he would
sneak into her bedroom at night to kiss her while she was sleeping. Soon, he earned the nickname 'Kissing
Maniac,' and the princesses treated him like a thief.

After returning home empty-handed, his mother threw him a ball, inviting princesses from all over the world to attend." But
after reading the story of Cinderella, whenever his beloved princess finished her ball and was about to go home, he would always chase after her and
take off her shoes. This earned him the nickname "foot fetishist," scaring all the princesses away.

"From then on, my brother became like this. He says he no longer believes in prince and princess
stories and thinks all the girls who come to the castle are fake princesses who want to marry him."

The two girls sighed for the poor prince.

"Tell me about yourself," Nene asked, "How did you get here?" "

I was traveling with a circus when a storm hit, and I got separated from the circus."

"A circus?"

“Yes, Babyli’s circus.”

“Who is Babyli?”

“Babyli is my father, he’s the King of Posenhofen.” Sisi said excitedly, “Our
Posenhofen is nestled among mountains and rivers, surrounded by forests. Babyli takes us horseback riding, hunting, fishing, and to the woods every
day to enjoy nature. We have such a happy life!”

“Your Babyli is amazing.” “

Yes, Babyli also said that girls need to go out and broaden their horizons, so I
travel the world with his circus

under an assumed name.” “I really envy you being able to travel so much.” Nene said casually.

“You can too.”

“But I need travel companions; we don’t have a circus to keep me company.”

“Then come with me.” Sisi invited enthusiastically, “I’m rushing home for my sister’s wedding;
you can be a bridesmaid too.”

“That would be wonderful! The wedding must be very lively!” "

That's for sure, princes and princesses from many countries will be attending," Sisi urged. "Bring your brother
along too, maybe he'll find someone he likes." "

That's a good idea," Nene nodded in agreement. "By the way, do you have a crush on anyone in Posenhofen
?"

"No, what about you?"

"Me neither."

The two girls fell silent. Nene combed Sisi's long hair, braided it, and styled it into a
pretty bun. She took out her own underwear and socks from the wardrobe and picked out a rose-colored
dress for Sisi. Sisi changed into the red dress, finding it cute yet understated, elegant yet casual, and was extremely satisfied.

The two princesses went hand in hand to the dining room and sat down with the Queen and Prince. Servants served a sumptuous dinner.
Sisi politely thanked the Queen's family for their hospitality, and the atmosphere at the table was very harmonious.

"The Kingdom of Posenhofen, Bavaria?" "I know that place," Queen Sophie recalled. "I even
met their Prince Max once."

"You know Babby?" Sissi said happily. "He's the king now."

"Babby means father," Nene interjected. "So you know Sissi's father, the king.
Can I go to Posenhofen with Sissi?"

The Queen ignored her and asked Sissi, "Then why are you here alone?" "

I came with my circus, but we got separated in the storm." "

A circus?"

"Sissi's circus, organized by Babby," Nene said. "They travel the world, performing everywhere
. It's very interesting."

"So you're a circus performer," Prince Franz suddenly said. "I thought you were a princess
."

"She is indeed a princess," Nene explained, "but she travels with the circus." "

How can you prove it?" "The Ostrich Prince refused to believe it.

'Can't her own words prove it?' Nene was displeased.

'My dear sister, you are still young and naive,' the prince shook his head, 'the streets of Ishel
are full of girls pretending to be princesses, wanting to marry your brother. But your brother can only marry one real
princess.'

Sisi frowned, her beautiful eyes widening as she stared at Prince Franz.

Franz didn't dare look at her, talking to his sister, 'In this world, real princesses
are extremely rare, not so easy to find. For example, the girl who came yesterday walked with her toes pointing outwards like a crab; the
girl from last week swayed her hips seductively as she walked. How could they be real princesses?'

At this moment, a servant brought in a plate of grilled white sausage, temporarily interrupting the conversation at the table.

'Ah, my favorite grilled white sausage!' Nene beamed, grabbing a sausage from the plate and
putting it in her mouth."

"Put it down!" the Queen scolded. "You're a princess; how can you eat with your hands like that?"

Sisi winked at Nene, subtly retracting her outstretched hand and picking up her knife and fork.

"A true princess," the Queen continued, "has delicate skin, soft and boneless,
speaks softly yet with great wisdom.

When she enters a room, she's as silent as a breeze, yet everyone notices her
presence. Her cherry-like mouth eats like a bird..." Just then, Sisi opened her mouth wide, trying to stuff
a large sausage into it, and Nene couldn't help but chuckle. The Queen glared at her and continued, "...
And, a princess never grumbles at the table."

Nene pouted, stabbing the sausage with her fork, and said sullenly, "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't think I'm
a princess."

"If you weren't my biological daughter, I'd really doubt whether you were a princess." "Look at you
..." the Queen scolded.

"Mother, I think we need a test," Franz interrupted the Queen.

"A test of what?" Nene glanced gratefully at Franz and quickly changed the subject.

"A test to prove whether she is a princess," Franz turned to the Queen and said, "
What do you think is the most important characteristic of a princess?"

The Queen thought for a moment and replied, "Without a doubt, sensitivity." "

Then I'll trouble you to design a test to confirm the girl's sensitivity," Prince Franz said
. "Only by passing the test can she become the Crown Prince's bride."

After saying this, he placed the napkin on the plate, dramatically stood up, exaggeratedly raised his head, and strode away
. The Queen rolled her eyes, pondering the question. Sisi and Nene exchanged a glance and made faces at each other
.

After dinner, the Queen and Nene led Sisi to her guest room, which was opposite Nene's bedroom. Nene said
goodnight and went into her room. The Queen opened the guest room door and led Sisi into the room.

Sisi entered and immediately froze, her eyes widening as if they would nearly pop out of their sockets and hit
her feet.

The bed, if it could truly be called a "bed," had at least twenty mattresses stacked one on top of the other.
Together, twenty down comforters were piled on the mattress, and on top of them were at least six stuffed goose-feather pillows
. The entire mountain of bedding was at least two people high, and a maid was carefully placing
a ladder at the head of the bed.

"What...what kind of monster is this?" Sisi was incredulous.

"Your bed tonight," the Queen said calmly, as if it were the most common thing in the world. "

Excuse me, do you have anything, uh, something a little more normal? Something a little lower?"

"This is our best guest room, our most luxurious bed," the Queen said haughtily, "You wouldn't want to
humiliate me, or our Kingdom of Ishel, with a refusal, would you?"

The rain was still pattering against the window, and Sisi had no choice but to say dejectedly, "I'm honored." "

Very well," the Queen replied, "Sleep well, we'll see you tomorrow morning."

After the Queen left, Sisi stared blankly at the ladder for a long while before taking off her rose-colored dress and changing into a
clean white cotton nightgown. She checked the ladder, gave it a gentle push, and it wobbled unsteadily
. "

This princess can ride horses, hunt, and dance on tightropes; what's a mere ladder?" Sisi
encouraged herself as she shakily climbed the ladder.

"Yes, I made it to the top!" Sisi reached the top of the bed, made a V-sign with pride, and then crouched down and rolled onto the bed. 　　"Ah, help!" A scream rang out, and Sisi was gone from the bed
. She had fallen into the soft comforter and mattress. 　　"Oh my god," Sisi muttered to herself. She struggled, spreading her limbs to regain her balance and kick on the bed, finally hooking her foot onto the ladder beside it. After a few more minutes of effort, she finally got back onto the ladder and landed safely. 　　Sisi looked at the unconquerable peak, scratched her head, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then picked up the candle, opened the door, checked that no one was around, and barefoot walked across the hallway to knock on Nene's door across the hall. 　　A few seconds later, a sleepy-eyed Nene opened the door. "Sisi? What's wrong?" 　　Sisi said hurriedly, "Can I come in and sleep with you?" 　　Nene didn't ask why, she giggled, grabbed Sisi's hand, and pulled her into the room. She put Sisi 's candle on the bedside table, then pulled back the covers, and the two climbed into bed together. 　　"My goodness, your hands are so cold, they must have frozen outside," Nene said, rubbing Sisi's arm. 　　The two lay face to face, and Sisi found her heart pounding. 　　Nene continued to rub Sisi's arms to warm them, "Your arm muscles are really strong, for a girl ." 　　"I exercise every day at home, especially horseback riding, it's the best for shaping my body." " 　　If I come to your house, can you teach me?" 　　"Of course, no problem." Sisi liked the feeling of Nene's fingers stroking her arms. She liked the girl 's scent, like vanilla and pine. 　　Sisi boldly placed her free hand on the hollow of Nene's buttocks. She felt the hand stroking her arm slow down, accidentally veering off her arm and brushing against her breast. Sisi felt a little pain, and her taut nipples hardened. 　　"Where have you traveled the farthest?" Nene asked, her hand continuing to massage Sisi's arm, from her fingers down to her shoulder. 　　"Bohemia, Hungary, Croatia, Milan, I've been there." Sisi's hand slowly slid down, stopping at Nene's buttocks. She hoped God would let her see the girl's face clearly in the dim light. 　　"So far?" Nene asked, her voice slightly breathless. "You're really brave." " 　　You really think so?" Sisi's hand moved, slowly caressing Nene's buttocks. 　　"Absolutely." Nene said, her hand brushing across Sisi's chest again, this time more deliberately. "What's the boldest thing you've ever done?" 　　Sisi bit her lip, her body urging her on and making the decision for her. 　　"Something I haven't done yet." Sisi reached for Nene's face, stroking her smooth cheek. In the dim light, Nene leaned in, and Sisi pouted, kissing Nene's lips. Their soft lips met, Sisi opened her mouth, Nene gently sucked, and Sisi's tongue slipped into Nene's mouth, licking the inside of Nene's lips, then she felt Nene's tongue meet hers, intertwining with her own. 　　Sisi clenched her fists, trying to control her hands, hesitating whether to take off Nei Nei's nightgown. In a moment of impulse, she kissed Nei Nei, but moving on to the next step seemed a bit too hasty. Reluctantly , she pulled her head back, whispering, "This is the boldest thing I've ever done." 　　To her surprise, Nei Nei forcefully pushed her onto the bed, making her lie on her back, then lifted the covers, straddled her, and pulled off her nightgown over her head. Completely naked, completely beautiful, her shapely curves cast alluring shadows in the dim candlelight. 　　Long braids hung down, the ends brushing against Sisi's shoulders. Nei Nei gave Sisi a playful smile, "I bet we can be even bolder." 　　Sisi nodded hastily, her breathing quickening. She pulled down the straps of her nightgown, and Nei Nei skillfully helped her remove it. 　　They kissed again. Sisi wrapped her arms around Nei Nei, letting her hands roam freely over Nei Nei's smooth back, then gradually sliding down to Nei Nei's shapely buttocks. Nei Nei playfully twisted and turned, not letting her succeed so easily. The fire in Sisi's heart burned brighter and brighter, unquenched by the storm outside the window. 　　"Have you ever done this before?" Sisi asked. 　　"I've been doing this with maids since I was sixteen," Nei Nei said, burying her head in Sisi's breasts and alternately sucking on her nipples. "Your nipples are wonderful, big and firm," Nei Nei said, "That's why I gave you that rose-colored dress; the style and color can conceal the obvious protrusions, but only I can see them clearly." 　　Nei Nei moved away from Sisi's breasts, her lips exploring downwards. Sisi opened her legs, but Nei Nei only licked the edge of Sisi's pubic hair, a quick touch, then moved on to kiss Sisi's thigh. Sisi was unhappy

She wiggled her hips to meet Nene's lips. Nene's tongue drew a few circles on the base of Xixi's thighs, then
pressed down heavily on her lips like a stamp, sucking hard. Xixi lay back
on the bed as if struck by lightning, her fists clenched, toes pointed, letting out a long groan.

Nene began to caress Xixi's soft, lush pubic hair, using her long, slender fingers to comb it neatly.
First, she parted it in the middle, then to the side. After thinking for a moment, she combed a small tuft of pubic hair down like bangs
, then sighed with satisfaction, saying enviously, "Your pubic hair is so beautiful. I
can't grow anything down there." Xixi closed her eyes and hummed in agreement, it was unclear whether she heard it.

Nene's lips pecked at Xixi's sensitive areas like a bird feeding, and when the dew dampened
the pubic hair, she extended her tongue, penetrating deep into Xixi's body. As Nene's tongue withdrew, Sisi struggled
to lift her hips to follow, but still fell back, collapsing weakly onto the bed.

"You taste much better than Cindy," Nene said.

"I'm a princess," Sisi gasped, "my little sister is as sweet as honey."

Nene giggled, teasing the sticky honey with her fingers, "I love candy the most."

Her tongue began to work again, finding its rhythm, lifting Sisi's thighs with her arms, hoisting them
onto her shoulders, swaying with the movement of Sisi's hips. Sisi bit her lip, unable to suppress her moans. Nene's
eager tongue roamed everywhere, sometimes even leaving the honey to lick Sisi's fingers, finally settling on
the budding pea.

Nene's tongue drew circles on the pea, increasing in strength and speed, and the pea grew under her care
, soon ready to bloom. Sisi put her hand in her mouth, sucking on her fingers to try and remain silent.
However, stimulated by Nene, she quickly reached a climax, feeling as if her body was floating in the air,
passion swirling throughout the castle.

When she returned to the bed, Nene cleansed her melted honey with her soft, delicate tongue, then
kissed her lips. Sisi tasted sweet, salty, and the musky scent of a deer.

'So this is what I taste like,' Sisi smacked her lips unprincessively, 'Now I want
to taste yours.' '

Yes, Your Highness,' Nene obediently agreed.

Sisi rolled over, pinning Nene beneath her, parting her legs, and discovered that Nene's thighs were full and soft, and
her round buttocks were indeed much larger than her own. Her mons pubis was swollen and high, her labia thick and pink
, without a single hair, like a ripe peach. Sisi licked her lips, swallowed, and took a bite
.

Nene's buttocks swayed against Sisi's mouth, and Sisi's tongue was clumsy and wouldn't obey her, so Nene had to rely on herself
. Perhaps this was exactly what she needed, as her hips began to twitch. Sisi gently stroked her peach with her fingers, making it swell
even more. With Sisi's efforts, Nene knew that her climax was coming. She lifted her buttocks, her hard, full
nipples pressed against Sisi's lips, her hips swayed gently, and she let out long, lingering moans, letting the climax
wash over her body.

After the climax subsided, the two princesses crawled back under the covers, embracing and kissing. Sisi freed one hand and boldly
caressed Nene's breasts.

"Let's go back to Posenhofen together first thing tomorrow morning," Sisi said, "and then we'll get married."

"Married? You and me?" "

That's right."

"My mother will be furious." "

No, she wants to find a kingdom for a marriage alliance. Marrying you to Posenhofen is the same." “

But we’re all women, can women marry each other?”

“Of course, there’s no problem at all where I’m from. I told you about my sister’s wedding; she married
a princess from the Kingdom of Saxony.”

“That’s wonderful! People there are so bold.”

Sisi smiled at her in the dim candlelight, pinching Nene’s nipple. “Speaking of boldness, do you think we
could be even bolder?”

“Yes, Your Highness.” They resumed their pleasure.

The next morning, the two girls, who had just fallen asleep after a night of commotion, were awakened by a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” Nene asked, yawning.

“It’s your mother, the Queen, and Prince Franz,” Queen Sophie replied from outside the door. “Have you seen Princess Sisi
? Her room is empty.” “

I’m here,” Sisi called out. “I’m so sorry, the bed in my room is just too uncomfortable.”

The door opened, and the Queen and Prince Franz entered together. "

Mother," Nene complained, then thankfully thankfully she and Sissi had put their pajamas back on before bed.

The Queen ignored her and went directly to Sissi, saying, "Is the bed uncomfortable?"

"Very uncomfortable."

"Didn't you sleep well?"

"Absolutely not."

The Queen smiled, opening her arms in a welcoming gesture to Sissi, and said cheerfully, "You are a true
princess. I hid a pea under twenty mattresses and twenty duvets. Only
the princess with the most delicate and sensitive skin could discover it and be troubled by it, unable to sleep well." "

A pea?" Sissi stared, feeling her mind reel, and murmured, "
I did not sleep well last night because of the pea. But I like your peas."

The Queen nodded and smiled, "You are such a polite and good child."

Prince Franz suddenly walked to the bedside next to Sisi, knelt on one knee, and said, "My dearest princess,
please make me the happiest person in the world, and say yes to be my bride." " No

, Franz, you're a good man," Sisi said, giving him the "good guy" card. Then she hugged Nene beside her. "
But I don't love you. I love Nene, and I want to marry her."

The Queen and the Prince exclaimed in unison, "What?!"

Sisi turned to the Queen and said, "Our Posenhofen is one of the largest kingdoms in Bavaria, and my father,
King Max, has a wide circle of friends. After I marry Nene, you and your kingdom will gain
the friendship of all of Bavaria."

Sisi then said to the prince, "Frantz, on behalf of Possenhofen, I invite you to
the wedding of my sister, Princess Helen, and Princess Elizabeth of Saxony. Many noble ladies will be there; perhaps you
'll find your true love."

The Queen and the prince remained silent, looking at Nene.

"I agree," Nene clapped her hands. "We'll all go to Possenhofen, Mother, you should come too. Do
n't you want to see your old acquaintance, His Majesty King Max?"

So, Sisi reunited with the scattered circus troupe, and together with Princess Nene, Queen Sophie, and Prince Franz,
under the protection of Colonel Pokel, the chief guard of the Kingdom of Ischl, they arrived in Possenhofen.

After Sisi's sister's wedding, King Max and Queen Sophie held a grand
wedding for Sisi and Nene. At the wedding, Prince Franz met Prince András of Hungary, and the two fell
in love at first sight.

And so, the princes and princesses lived happily ever after.

[The End]

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