"unnaturally-excited smile" → "naturally-charismatic smile"; Exit: The Misadventures of Lilian of Acirema

Again, I take a breath and recompose myself.

As disadvantaged as I am, in spite of my retained studious intellect and well-meaning stubbornness (thank you my late James-side), this smartphone still recognizes me as its owner. Thus, assuming it'll **** reality to accept its existence in this world, I can still use it my advantage even with its one-time use per unique target. While nothing is stopping me from adjusting things to further modify myself, I'm still concerned about any unintentional side-effects, personality modifications, or the device misinterpreting any tag swaps or inputs.

Cheryl's warning also came to mind... I do sincerely hope the maid will hear me out, understandable her disdain is for my late old-selves.

I review the tags on the screen once again. The "unnaturally-excited smiling" stood out, an artifact from when my body and mind was split between two before fully merging into one. My old James-self had been a bit excited to explore the prospect of being a woman - I still feel vestiges of that lust whenever my eyes grace over the space between my breasts. A slightly unhealthy desire to masturbate furiously aside, I'd rather swap that tag out for something more... approachable.

I really don't want to know if the "unnaturally-exciting" will impact my social interactions going forward, so go it must.

I typed in "naturally-charismatic smile" in place of the original tag. Not only should it reflect my new self, but hopefully it'll give me a supernatural edge for when I inevitably run afoul against the more hostile nobles in the kingdom. And for Cheryl, should she beeline for my head.

I blink again, and I saw my reflection.

(peasant-wife, direct angle, austere blonde hair, composed and beneficent, slender elegant build, naturally-charismatic smile, standing straight, holding smartphone, royal and wealthy apparel, posh castle bedroom, mostly gray brick scenery, [possessed by viewer | REVIEW COMPLETE, KEYPHRASE RETAINED])

Despite everything, its still me.

A genial and soft smile graces my face, framed by well-groomed blonde hair styled into twin buns with hanging sidebangs, a faint blush, and ruby red eyes that impress nothing but gentle benevolence. All on a young and pretty girl dressed in a well-made black dress that exudes both cuteness and sexiness. I suppose I can see why the princess and queen would be enamored by me in spite of being the same sex. In fact... is Queen Artelle still impregnated with my child? And Princess Arma? The logistics of that would be a virtual impossibility given our sexes but...

... I suspect that the smartphone will give me a complete picture of how different things are once I exit. A gut feeling, so to speak.

Taking a breath again, I recompose myself and tapping a button on my smartphone, the device-

-finalized-

-everything.

A Bloodline Curse of unknown origin grips the Kingdom of Armelia. Scholars know not of who could've done it or how it established itself among the populace, but its impacts were heavily felt. While the commoners were not as devastated by the increased ratio of woman to men, the noble and ruling royal families that governed the kingdom were not so fortunate. Fewer and fewer marriages could be made, as the pool of viable men dwindled - an issue compounded by losses against the Demonic hordes that threaten to conquer the country. The Armelian royal family, the most affected of them all, took drastic measure to mitigate the damages.

Royal privilege meant they had priority when it came to arranged marriages, vacant and new government positions were swiftly filled in by lesser nobles and commoners on the basis of meritocracy, and Queen Artelle showed remarkable skill in playing the game despite her promiscuous nature and less-than-ideal class of 'slut'. However, this still leaves the country in a slow but steady decline on a societal and political level.

Oldblood noble houses that once proliferated the kingdom's ruling positions now rage against the royal family on the grounds of perceived state-sponsored erasure, the Armelian standing armies face a frightening war of attrition against the savage Demonic hordes, opportunistic countries that care little of their neighbors eye Armelia, and a civil war seems ever so close to reality as the days pass; a prospect not helped by the Princess's lackadaisical attitude to her political duties and her... admittedly whoreish behavior.

While the oldbloods failed to besmirch Princess Arma once her coming-of-age-rite revealed her class, the recent controversy had reignited their aggression against the Armelian royal family.

Which all leads to me, freshly minted Lady Lilian of Acirema. A lovely but lowly village girl with a gold heart and a sharp mind.

I am the controversy.

Because as goodhearted as the Princess is and as politically savvy the Queen is, wisdom is in sadly short supply for the two pink-haired women. In a chance encounter with Princess Arma on royal grounds after a late-night study of economic treatises, we had gotten far too wrapped up in each other and... had very passionate sex, to be frank. Arma had found me cute and wanted to experience love between women, and I had been hopelessly enraptured by the pink-haired nymph and couldn't say no to her as she led me to her private chambers. What happened that night was pure bliss but...

... it seems in an effort to truly reconcile the differences between my old James-self and my Lilian-self, the smartphone had thrown a - pardon my crude language - fuckhuge wrench into the previous timelines of events. By making it so the Princess used what only could've been forbidden demonic magic to grow a temporary functioning cock on me, and give me a unforgettable blowjob. Goodness, I'm blushing heavily at the memory. But the sight of distinctively demonic magic left me stunned, reeling at the newfound variable in my circumstances.

From memory, I didn't even have time to try to demand answers from Arma before I was whisked away to the royal "breeding" chambers for a private audience with Queen Artelle. The beautiful older woman was a sight to behold and I still remember the taste of her lips and the feeling of her hefty breasts. The initial sex with the Queen almost made me forget about what the Princess had done... before the cheeky little nymph cast that damnable demonic spell on me again.

Even her mother was surprised at the sight, but in a lust-driven haze (I blame my old James-self for my higher libido, even if I try to wrangle it) I banged the fuck out of Queen Artelle. And then I plowed the hell out of Arma too, leading to a night of passionate debauchery and intense breeding of the two royals. Just like how it ended in the previous timeline before my old James-self possessed-merged with my Lilian-self. This meant, of course, that they're pregnant.

With my children.

All because the Princess used demonic magic to make it so.

If we didn't have an ongoing war of survival against a demon horde and a country on the brink of civil war, I wouldn't have minded all that. Hardly anyone could, if they were a cute blonde girl and have have mindblowing sex with two very pretty ladies in love with you.

Issue was that we were in fact in a war of survival against demons and the country faces unrest from the oldblood nobles are view the royals with ire. Said royals have named me their consort and thus the soon to be "king"-apparent, though the clergy and loyal nobles are debating on whether I should be given a different title. Regardless, it wasn't hard to not miss the outrage from the royal's opponents - that I was a common village girl didn't help, but it definitely didn't help once rumors about how the royals became pregnant cropped up. It started out with mundane speculation of a unseen man kept secret from prying eyes (understandable really) before someone (likely a petty oldblood noble bitch) spread accusations of dark magics and demonic corruption.

There wasn't anything we could do to stem the rumor mill and before we knew it, the royals and myself faced possible investigation and censure by the clergy. Before any inquires could be made, the Queen had the mind to put the "slut" part of "Slut-Queen" far back and slammed her foot down before things got worse. More than a few unruly oldblood families were censured and their properties sized by the state to be used elsewhere, the former nobles left to fade into obscurity. Loyal houses and clergy members worked around the clock to continue investigations into some of more corrupt oldbloods, a warning that silenced any further arguments from the insurgent faction. And Cheryl - Arma's best friend and unofficial guardian - had arranged private "meetings" (read, threats of ****) with a few of the revolting nobles in the castle.

That still left me highly **** to any sort of political machinations or even just plain **** by a some poor fuck **** for money. More than a few rumors had painted me a magical seductress, a disguised demon, or a nefarious secret agent from a hostile nation intent in sowing chaos in Armelia. All baloney of course, but well, my new memories recall a handful of attempts by young noble men drawing their blades for a "duel". The Queen had forbade any challenges towards me, of course, but that didn't mean the bastards could run their points through me before anything was done. I was thankful that the servants of the castle were very loyal to Queen Artelle and the Princess.

I sighed, sitting at the desk where my old James-self was. I had recovered quickly from the world spinning and turning as reality shifted and warped. The now rose-gold smartphone sat on the wooden surface, the screen face up and asleep. While I had received a complete rundown on my new self's memory, there was still a strange gap on how I obtained the phone. Waking the device up, I found that there was no trace of my James-self on it. The background was one of the default images of generic shapes in hues of blues and purples, the image gallery was scant save for a few landscape pictures of the capital city and sneaky pictures of the sleeping royals, and there was no other apps outside of the built-in ones and the reality-warping one.

The only clues I had was the now clouded memories of my old James-self. I know of Earth and of its general history and technology, of the strange Paidshow University, but nothing too specific. I can't remember any of my James-self's family or friends... save for a Paul Matthews. A name that felt... important, somehow. Perhaps, he was the one responsible for this app? Some part of me even suspected that the Paidshow University was not a thing at some part of Earth's existence, given what had happened.

Browsing the settings once more and noting that the device's battery have yet to drop, I glanced at the digital clock. Through means that could only be magical, the phone had adjusted its timekeeping functions accurately to this world. 2:25 PM, the phone read. I couldn't remember what time it was before the possession-merging, but it was probably around the early afternoon. Which means...

I heard a knock on the door. I blanched, gripping my phone in my hands. The handle turned and the hinges squeaked as a green-haired maid entered the room.

Cheryl of Woodvale.

A part of me panicked as she looked at me, the door behind her closing shut. A moment passes as we looked at each other. Cheryl's eyes flickered to my phone and she scowled.

"I-I can explain-eeEEE-mph!" I barely had time to defend myself before Cheryl was upon me. A blue of green, white, and black filled my view as the maid tackled me into the ground. A tight grip constrained my right hand, forcing me to drop my phone. Cheryl's other arm locked my left and somehow moved her left hand to clamp around my mouth. My struggle was futile against the stronger woman as I let out terrified noises, the maid maintaining numerous advantages of leverage, weight, strength, and the element of surprise.

"Did I not tell you- correction, warn you of using that thing, Lady Lilian?" the maid growled, her face a twisted visage of... furious disappointment. I stopped my struggle, slightly relieved that she would not snap my neck or something. Then my hackles were raised as Cheryl continued. "Or should I say... James?"

A beat of silence. Cheryl removed her hand that obstructed my mouth. I gulped as beads of sweat ran down my forehead.

"I-I... I," my stammering elicited annoyance from Cheryl before she sighed. The maid loosened her grip on my, though she still locked me in a straddle plus the confiscation of my phone. Taking a moment to recollect myself, I continued. "... I fucked up, Miss Cheryl."

"Explain," the maid's dark look brokered no argument.

So I spilled everything I knew, even the vague memories of my old James-self's home, life, and the Paul Matthews that could be behind the reality-warping app on the phone. By the end of it, I was exhausted and Cheryl looked similarly tired.

"Goodness," Cheryl said, shaking her head. Whatever disappointment and rage she had slipped away as she got off me. In a surprising act, she handed me my phone back. "You'll need this more than me, Jam-... Lady Lilian."

"T-Thank you, Miss Cheryl," I pressed the technological marvel close to my chest. "... does the others... ?"

"The royals are rather unaware of device's effects on them," Cheryl answered. "As for everyone else... I was exaggerating when I said we could sense it. I certainly could feel strange mana of that device, but I'm unsure if any other people could sense it. The magically-inclined, however, would be an exception."

"... great," I groaned as I flop back onto the bed. "So now I have to cautious of magically talented-"

"-which includes a fair number of the clergy and nobles, yes," Cheryl said. " As I said, its possible that they might not be aware, or at least only vaguely so."

"A cold comfort, Miss Cheryl," I shot back. "There's no doubt there's going to be parties interested into what's causing a vague sensation of reality changing, especially if there's any sort of... memory disconnect or error."

Analogous to corrupted updates in a game, so my Earth memories say. No reason for the phone to be truly perfect in every respect, Cheryl was proof that it couldn't 100% affect every and any one.

"Which is why me and some of the other retainers exist," Cheryl chided. Right, she had shown the why moments ago. "As powerful as that device is, please try keep its use to the bare minimum."

"Like if someone tries to kill me or demons invade the capital?" I halfheartedly asked, already tired of the compounding issues. "Sure can do, miss, sure can do..."

"Lilian..." Cheryl sighed and sat down next to me. I looked at the green-haired maid as she laid a hand on mine. "While I sort of have less than stellar feelings of your old identities, I like to think this new you is much better. And with a heart of gold, a intellect that puts the clergy scholars to shame, and that powerful thing I think you shouldn't be too down! And you have people depending on you, not just your family but Arma and Artelle too!"

"... they do love me," I said with a bit of guilt. Fuck you James, now I have to carry guilt about twisting those two royals into who they are now, even if a part of me felt excited to reconvene with them at the chamber. "Alright, fine, I'll try to keep my spirits up, Miss Cheryl."

"Just call me Cheryl, just like I'll call you Lilian. Or Lili, hehe," Cheryl giggled. I chuckled in return, albeit morbidly given the maid was close to thrashing me earlier. Cheryl stood up, pulling me up alongside her. "Should I take you then to Princess Arma, then?"

I grin as I slip my phone into the confines of my dress.

"Indeed I would, Cheryl. I'm rather missing her presence as of now."

[AN: Some more experimenting with Civitai's resources, but I'm happy with how this turned out. Funnily enough, the DPM++ 2M Karras sampler was giving me troubles while I tweaked settings and sliders, as it was causing weird issues where Lilian's fingers would fuse into the phone; or lack a nail; or the phone itself would look warped as hell. I ended up switching to Euler a (its apparently a good choice if you want some more creative generations when using img2img workflow on Civitai) and with the resources and settings I had, the fingers and phone stopped looking funny.

Also, decided to include some silly tags since this is an exiting chapter :p

Might also see about including a Reference Overview too, unless Ai-R wants to take a crack at it lol.]