The next day.
Silas did not hesitate; he asked Leitman how the preparations were going.
"Conventionally, the Pope is required for a coronation."
"But given the current state of the Duchy, the Church's reputation is not what it used to be... I believe it's better to declare the Empress's ascension as quickly as possible. That way, even if a new Church attempts a comeback, divine power will no longer override royal authority as it did before."
"..."
Leitman made a very valid point.
In these precarious times, the sooner a core pillar of leadership is established, the better.
"Then, let's set it for the day after tomorrow."
Silas made the decision.
"Ah? While I agree the sooner the better, this involves both the coronation and your wedding... a bit more preparation wouldn't hurt."
"Including today, three days is enough."
After all, Silas had used a Free Simulation yesterday, and it could only sustain him until the day after tomorrow.
"Very well. I shall begin the preparations for the coronation immediately... as for the wedding."
Leitman glanced at Silas. "Do you need me to prepare that as well?"
"No need."
That sort of thing wouldn't be much effort.
He didn't need to prepare a dowry, nor did he need to decorate an elaborate venue.
He was, however, debating between a Chinese-style wedding which he preferred, or something that fit the current setting.
In any case, it was time to relax.
There was nothing left for him to do personally.
Back at the residence.
The place where Elisa currently lived was the Academy. It had been rebuilt; perhaps in the future, it would become a true royal palace. Though for now, it was just a large wooden house.
He didn't mean to stumble upon anything.
It was purely a coincidence.
"...Squelch."
Dorothy, who was supposed to have been executed, was currently using the corner of a table to masturbate her wet honey pot.
"What do you think you're doing!"
Elisa was puffing her cheeks in anger.
"Since Princess Elisa doesn't plan to execute me, I've come to serve as a maid. How I spend my leisure time is my own freedom."
"..."
Oh.
He recalled Elisa mentioning it.
During the defense of the city, Dorothy had somehow gone out and killed several of the Living Dead. It happened just as he arrived with the tumbleweeds. She had charged into the horde with a death wish but didn't die, suffering only a few scratches.
"I said you could take travel expenses and leave the Holy City, or stay as a maid! I didn't say you could flick your bean against the dining table! That's where he and I eat!"
"Exactly. Precisely because this is where the Teacher sits, I feel the desire. So, are you going to execute me?"
"You... you slutty maid!"
"Heh, you won the war anyway. Now that you've dragged me here for mental torture, say whatever you want. I thought you were a good girl, but turns out you're just a sadistic Empress."
"..."
Silas entered the room.
"...Teacher."
Dorothy, who had been non-chalantly wiping the wet corner of the table, silently lowered her skirt. She knew she had been caught, but her expression held only a flicker of hope.
"Don't look!"
That small spark of hope vanished when Elisa hurriedly jumped in front of Silas to block his view.
"..."
Silas didn't mind having an extra maid in the house.
He had long understood Dorothy's nature. Having lost her parents at a young age and been adopted by the Duchess, it was no surprise she wanted to climb the social ladder. Silas simply didn't like her, that's all.
Elisa didn't have to pardon her at all.
"But, if I pardon others who contributed to the city and target only her... it makes me look petty."
"Is it possible... that you could generously grant her money and give her a one-way choice to leave?"
"..."
Elisa lowered her head, stammering, "There's something else... I just want her to see."
"I see."
Silas placed his hand on her shoulder. "Dorothy wasn't wrong; you really are a sadist."
"What even is a 'sadist'?"
"..."
Silas whispered a few sentences in her ear to explain.
"!"
Her face turned red instantly as she protested indignantly, "You're the sadist! You force me every time... so many, many times! You're the one!"
The former Courtesan had now left the brothel and opened a proper tailor shop.
However, her attire remained in her old style, revealing half of her snowy, bulging orbs.
"My, what a rare guest. Even the Duke has come."
Upon seeing Silas, she deliberately placed her hand over her chest.
"Vile courtesan... you were dressed so properly yesterday!"
"Mmh? The Empress hasn't issued a dress code for the Holy City, has she?"
"..."
They were here for official business.
Silas, after glancing at the Courtesan's breasts twice, retracted his gaze.
He looked at the pure white dress hanging at the back of the shop. It had been modified slightly according to Silas's request. it looked very similar to the wedding dresses from his past life. Wearing it for the coronation would suit Elisa's aura perfectly.
This was expected.
But he didn't expect a man's tuxedo to be hanging next to it.
"Did you think... Leitman was only your confidant? I know everything."
Elisa stood with her hands on her hips, looking rather proud.
It seemed Leitman had leaked the secret.
The Courtesan was tactful; as she left and closed the door, she hung a "Closed" sign outside the shop.
"Hurry and try it on. I don't want... to be the only beautiful one. You're a Duke now; you need a proper outfit too!"
"..."
Silas took it down and tried it on.
It fit quite well. He felt a bit like he had just climbed into a sales manager position and bought a custom-made suit specifically to get rid of the "insurance salesman" image.
Being an old couple by now.
Silas didn't avoid her while changing.
"Hmph, normally... it's not that scary. At this size... I could definitely..."
"..."
Well, obviously.
It's naturally smaller when not in combat mode.
"..."
When Silas finished changing.
Gradually, Elisa's face reddened uncontrollably. She stared at Silas for a moment, looked away, and then stole another glance.
"Y-You are not allowed to wear this outfit outside!"
"?"
What was this little chef up to now?
"If I don't wear this out, am I supposed to go naked?"
"...Anyway, you only... wear it when we're doing that. Not any other time!"
Elisa's toes curled tight.
She hadn't paid much attention to Silas's looks before, simply thinking he was a somewhat handsome swordsmanship teacher.
But she didn't know that changing into such a form-fitting tuxedo would make him... so dashing.
No way.
If she said it out loud, he would definitely bully her.
"Right. Anyway, I'm done. Feels fine. Now, shouldn't Snowy try on her dress?"
"..."
Then, Elisa realized immediately.
Silas had no intention of leaving. Instead, he was staring at her with great interest.
Wasn't this just getting bullied anyway?!
Why was she staring at his "thing" just now? It instantly made her remember the image of being pressed down and having so much cum shot into her. Her panties were becoming sticky because of it.
If she took them off now...
"Are you uncomfortable with me watching? Then I'll go out."
"Eh?"
"..."
"Th-There's no need! How could I be shy about something like this? I've long since gotten used to it!"
"Is that so?"
Silas immediately sat on a small stool and stared at her.
The poor Princess, for the sake of her pride, endured the shame and shed her clothes. The moment she revealed her panties, she used the dress to cover them.
But it was a pity.
Even if she didn't strip down to her underwear, Silas had X-Ray vision. He saw everything clearly. The gap between her thighs was already leaking a bit of sticky moisture.
"How is it? D-Does it look okay?"
Elisa, having finally put on the dress, lifted her skirt slightly. She was beautiful.
The whole thing was pure white, with an exaggeratedly large ball-gown skirt. The bodice fit her chest perfectly, adorned with jewels, leaving only her snowy shoulders and collarbones exposed.
The white silk stockings were a bit redundant, though. The skirt covered them, leaving only her ankles visible. But the crystal high heels she chose complemented her well.
They say clothes make the man; in Elisa's case, it was the person who brought out the dress's magnificence.
"Very beautiful."
Silas gave a rare, honest compliment without any teasing.
"..."
But this made the little chef even more uneasy. Her thighs couldn't help but rub together.
"Who... who gives a compliment with that thing standing up?"
"Because you're beautiful, this is a normal reaction."
"Y-You can't do it while wearing this... what if it gets dirty? It won't be ready in time."
Before Elisa could finish her sentence, her shoulders were pinned down.
"..."
She turned her blushing face away.
"Snowy has learned to read my mind and use reverse psychology too?"
"I did not..."
Elisa's answer was very weak.
When the Courtesan taught her about reverse psychology, she didn't say it would be this easy to figure out!
"..."
Elisa sat on the table, watching as Silas grabbed her foot encased in white silk. First he just kissed it, then it turned into licking.
It was very ticklish.
"W-Why are you always interested in my feet... isn't other... isn't elsewhere good?"
She actually cared quite a bit.
She wondered if other parts of her weren't attractive.
"What are you saying to a man who plans to taste everything from your feet to your face and has every fetish imaginable?"
"!"
Elisa couldn't help but kick Silas's shoulder. It felt light as a feather.
So, she proactively extended her toes to toy with Silas's hard member.
She didn't care about her panties showing anymore. She just endured the shame, trying to get used to it.
"The stockings can be replaced... so it's fine to cum on them. But the dress... there's only this one, right?"
"I-If you can't hold it back."
"..."
Elisa's face was red to the tips of her ears, but she still said it, "Just... say it. I'll catch it with my mouth. A-Anyway! I'm hungry too!"
In the dim shop, the only sound was the rustle of her stockings grinding against Silas's hot rod as she moved her toes.
"Snowy."
"?"
What now?
She was already doing this, her feet getting all sticky... she hadn't run away.
"I love you."
"..."
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, Silas's tool was squeezed much harder by her toes involuntarily. It didn't hurt, but the rhythm suddenly changed, making it hard to restrain himself.
"Are you trying to snap it off?"
"Who... who told you to suddenly say such strange things!!!"
"..."
"Y-You're not actually hurt, are you? I'm sorry... I just..."
As Elisa leaned in, she was instantly pressed down. Her cheek took a full blast of cum, which dripped from her lips down to her chest.
"..."
Elisa was stunned for a long time.
"The dress! I told you not to cum on the dress! You idiot!"
"It's all white; you can't tell."
"The hell you can't! I have to go wash it off right now..."
She cared very much.
Normally it wouldn't matter, but both the coronation and the wedding were the day after tomorrow.
She was in a hurry.
But her body was already pressed against the table, her panties lifted.
"Seriously, don't cum on the dress again..."
She couldn't resist Silas's desire. Fine, she could wash it later; there was still time.
"Still using reverse psychology?"
"I AM NOT!!!"
She was never going to use the reverse psychology the Courtesan talked about ever again. She couldn't gain the upper hand at all.