Dark Forest

Norton Empire. Weiss Village. A purple-haired boy was walking aimlessly on the only dirt road that could be called a road in front of the village. The young man was walking wearily, with his head drooping, looking thoughtful. Werther is seventeen years old this year, but he still hasn't held a girl's hand until now. But it's not surprising: Werther is listless all day long, always looks sick, and his signature dark circles are always hanging on his face. An ordinary face, wearing an ordinary pair of black round glasses. The height is also quite satisfactory, but the strength is ridiculously small: I used to be too weak to lift a bucket of water. As a result, I was assigned to the women's group when celebrating the Welina Festival in the village, helping to decorate and clean the village; instead of being like other men Like them, go hunting the monsters used for sacrifice. People in the village often joked about him, but Werther didn't really care. It can be said that Witte, as a man, almost failed. However, Werther also has something that can be sold, that is: alchemy. Werther's talent in alchemy can be said to be once in a millennium: since he started learning alchemy at the age of eight, he rose to a rank in the Alchemy Association almost within a year, becoming the number one in the village and even in the Kande administrative district. A person who earned the title of "Alpha" before the age of eighteen. You know, for ordinary people to learn alchemy, it can be said that they are very successful if they get the title of "Epsilon" in the Alchemy Association; It is possible to get the title of "Beta" only if you have the opportunity. As for "Alpha", it is not something that can be obtained through hard work or opportunities. As the most senior title in the Alchemy Association, having the title of Alpha means being able to sit with the president. However, Werther has no airs and is always ridiculed by the villagers for being too weak. Someone once invited him to study in the imperial capital, but Werther also refused because he said he was more comfortable in the village. "Witt! Witt! The village chief is looking for you! Why are you wandering around! I can't find anyone everywhere..." A farmer-like man with a sweat towel on his head rushed up from behind the road, panting panting. "Hey...the village chief is looking for you urgently, go quickly." "Urgent...what's the urgent matter... If the cow of Adio's family is sick again, just give it some licorice water..." Werther said casually.

"No! The cattle of Adio's family are fine! Anyway, I have something to do with you, such as alchemy, di, or a conference... Oh, I don't understand anyway, just go quickly!" The man pushed Werther, urging He told Werther to go to the village head quickly. "Very important!" The man added solemnly. "Okay, I got it, I got it... Uncle Kefu, don't push it anymore!" Village Chief Helmholtz is eighty-nine years old this year. As the oldest person in the village, he coordinates all major and minor matters in Weiss Village. Looking at a delicate piece of yellow paper on the wooden table, he frowned and stroked his white beard with his right hand, as if he was thinking about something. "This is an unheard of event..." The village chief sighed and said to himself. He looked up from the window from time to time to see if Werther was here. "Village Chief, what can I do for you?" A voice sounded. The village head raised his head, and saw Werther holding on to the door frame, panting heavily, looking like he was about to die. "Your physical strength, to be honest, you still need to exercise. Don't always hide in the room and read books... Your body is always the most important thing. Do everything with your own physical strength and energy. Werther, you should spend more time with Chico. Husband and the others go to exercise, climb more mountains, and help Kefu with farm work if you have time..." The village chief started nagging again, and Werther felt a little helpless, but he was used to it. "...I called you here, mainly to tell you about the Alchemy Conference." Werther suddenly cheered up and raised his head. The village head handed him a piece of yellow paper from the table. "As you know, there is an alchemy conference held every year. But this year is a bit special: the venue is here. Weiss Village is in the wild mountains and mountains, and there are many monsters. Behind the village is the largest Marino Forest in the country... I think there might be problems if we hold a meeting here..." The village chief sighed and pushed his small round glasses that were about to slide down the bridge of his nose. To hold a meeting in such a barren mountain? This is truly unheard of. The last Alchemy Conference was held in the country's second largest city, Discinhat, and the previous one was held in the famous coastal city of Reading. To Weiss Village? Before seeing this announcement, Witte hadn't thought about it at all. Even if I thought about it, I would treat it as a ridiculous joke.

He could, and could only think of one reason: because he, Werther, was in Weiss Village. What are you thinking! Werther shook his head vigorously, don't think too much! He decisively gave up this arrogant idea. So, why? He cast a look of help to the village chief, but he didn't know that the other party also looked at him with the same look of help: "Witter..." The village chief said slowly, "The location of this meeting must be the same as yours. It's related... But, Weiss Village, it is difficult to bear the risk of holding such a conference! Although it is our honor to choose Weiss Village as the venue..." "Then, Witte, can you give feedback to the Alchemy Association Huh? Weiss Village really doesn't have the ability to hold such a conference... I think, if you ask them for advice, they will listen." The village chief picked up the printed paper about the alchemy conference , shaking, the paper made a crisp rattling sound. "Let them choose Kanquanda, our capital, as the venue, or Gaoliangmao City in Zhili, Weiss Village..." "You know, that lord will also come to participate in alchemy If she makes a mistake here, the lives of the whole village will not be able to pay for it!" She... Witt's heart tightened. The village chief is right, Weiss Village is indeed not suitable for holding the conference! The problem lies in this "her". If something happened to her, Weiss Village couldn't bear such responsibility at all. Why not say that Witte is not the youngest person to receive the title of "Alpha"? The reason is that "she" - the daughter of King Louis, the ruler of the Norton Empire, and the second princess Vivienne, she is the youngest person to obtain the title of Alpha: she was awarded the title of Alpha at the age of fourteen, and she was awarded this title in Werther. The previous year of title. Witt once thought that Vivienne just took advantage of the royal family's convenience and obtained the title, but it was just a false name. It wasn't until the first Alchemy Conference was held, that is, the last session, that she had prepared the Felician Potion in less than fifteen minutes and won the first place. Only then did Werther, the second place winner, be convinced. "Then, village chief, I'll go talk to someone from the Alchemy Association." Werther frowned and said. "Then go. If... well, let's talk about it later." Kan Quanda.

The small village of Weiss cannot be compared with such a metropolis at all. The well-ordered streets, the bustling crowds, the well-arranged buildings, and the clean and tidy granite slab roads all show the prosperity of this city. From time to time, hawkers who yelled a few times sold strange-shaped commodities to passers-by. When the dragon cart passed by, it shook and made a clanging sound, urging pedestrians to get out of the way. But Werther was not at all interested in these things. He just wanted to hurry to the alchemy association hall. He kept urging the dragon carriage he was sitting in to go faster, but the driver gave him a hard look, which scared Werther to shut up quickly. How long will it take. Werther thought dryly. "It's here! The Alchemy Association!" The coachman yelled, waking Werther up from his drowsy state. "A total of eighty-six crowns and six loess," said the coachman very rudely. Werther felt in his pocket and took out only eighty colones. "This... when did the price increase..." Werther said embarrassingly. "How about this, you go to the Lempira Finance and Banking Office to sign my name first, and just say that it is Werther from Weiss Village." The coachman didn't speak, but just gave Werther a hard look, and left. Oh, if only Mr. Lempira remembered me. Werther thought. "Mr. Witte, there is nothing we can do about this decision." After listening to Witte's request, Zhu Yake, the receptionist of the Kanquanda Alchemy Association, shrugged and said. "Although you are Alpha, there is nothing we can do with this request. Do you need any help? The Alchemy Association will do everything possible to serve you." "Why? It's fine in other places... Why do you have to Come to the wild mountains of Weiss Village..." Werther was surprised and despaired at the same time. He knew that if the association couldn't do anything about Alpha's request, then this matter would definitely not be resolved by the association. "Aren't the conferences in previous years managed by the association?" Zhu Keya blinked, showing a smile: "This year's site selection was not chosen by the association." She fiddled with the association ring on her hand, "This The one-year site selection was chosen by your competitors." It was chosen by Princess Vivienne. She mouthed Werther, but no sound came out.

This. A sense of powerlessness emerged from Werther's heart. Willfully choose the location according to your own heart, completely disregarding the subjective conditions and the troubles caused to others. Princess Vivienne is obviously sixteen years old now, but she still behaves like a wayward eldest lady, without the style of a royal lady. He suddenly remembered the surprised tone she said to him when she came to the stage to accept the award in the last session: "Hey, are you that country boy from Weihe Village? Can't you find your home on the map? In that kind of place You can also produce Alpha?" Different from the ridicule of the villagers, this sentence deeply hurt his heart. For the first time, he felt the huge gap between different classes, and experienced a sense of powerlessness and weakness. A lowly countryman should have continued to cultivate his few acres of land peacefully in the field. Why bother to delve into alchemy that doesn't match your identity? He controlled his gradually out-of-control thoughts and settled down. Princess Lilian didn't pretend to be ironic about herself, she was just simply surprised. Isn't it often surprising that one's own rural background is in the Alchemy Association? He consoled himself. After all, he was the most special one in the Alchemy Association, all of which were noble and wealthy merchants. However, unlike other ridicule or sarcasm, Vivienne's words were pure surprise. There is no trace of teasing, just pure curiosity and doubt. Such a person can also have the title of Alpha? It must be because I didn't take the first place at the time and was temporarily nervous. Witte shook his head. Just be yourself! Prove yourself to others. A trace of bitterness still filled his heart. 如果自己是王室出身…… □□□□□□□□□□□□□□维多利亚宫内 。 Vivienne has been very annoying recently. On the one hand, it was because after she chose the venue for the alchemy conference, the ministers and maids from all walks of life frantically persuaded her to change the address. "It's too dangerous!" "Too remote!" "The environment is very bad!" These are the reasons. On the other hand, the neighboring royal family kept asking for intermarriage, and princes from all walks of life wrote frantically to her to express their love. "Prince Vivienne, Prince Ruth has written again." Mary, the head maid, knocked on the door outside the bedroom and said.

"Throw it away... You don't need to tell me about these things in the future, just put them in the stove when you receive them." A soft and lovely voice sounded. "Yes." "Princess Vivian, should you get up?" Mary said to the girl who was still lying on the bed. "No...I learn alchemy every day, I'm very tired..." "It's already eight o'clock, you have to get up!" Mary picked Vivian up from the bed, "Get up quickly. I'll dress it for you Clothes." "Mary, tell me, why are those men desperately sending letters to me? Isn't it good to send them to princesses of other countries?" Vivienne stretched out her hands obediently, and asked Mary to change into the court clothes for her . "You are beautiful." In the mirror, the girl who was being served by the head maid looked at herself: she had long, smooth golden hair hanging down from her shoulders to the floor; a pair of blue eyes that seemed to contain billions of stars; childish On the face that has not completely faded, the small nose trembles slightly; the pink cherry mouth complements the girl's fair complexion. The girl's swollen look made people think about how it would feel to pinch her soft cheeks. "They haven't dated me before. They just took a look from a distance and fell in love with me? Do they like me, or this skin?" Vivienne said angrily. In contrast to the girl's immature and lovely face, is the girl's figure that is envied by countless girls of the same age: pink and cute little feet, soft legs, swinging back and forth with the master's thoughts; buttocks are slightly tilted The round shape is outlined by the skirt on her body; her slender fingers are playing with the hair on her shoulders; the most eye-catching thing is the huge breasts that do not match her age, like a pair of cantaloupe, following the owner trembling slightly. "Don't say that, Princess Vivian. I believe that they also realized your charisma and were deeply attracted to you." Mary helped Vivian comb her hair and put the comb away. "Please get up, Princess Vivian. His Majesty Louise is waiting for you in the palace. "

"There is no room for discussion. It is the venue decided by the second princess." Werther said weakly in the darkened home of the village chief. "Oh." The village chief sighed and didn't speak again. Princess Vivienne, why are you bothering? Inside Victoria Palace. "Vivienne, my daughter, why are you bothering? Why do you insist on choosing the small village of Weiss to hold the alchemy conference?" The middle-aged man sitting on the throne faced his daughter, No matter how majestic the face is, it can only show helplessness at this time. Vivian, who was standing below, didn't make a sound, just lowered her head and bit her lips lightly. "It's not okay to be so self-willed all the time, my lovely little daughter. Then, according to my order, the third Alchemy Conference will be held in—" "Don't!" Vivienne suddenly interrupted King Louis, and the surrounding ministers They all took a deep breath. For the first time in so many years, these loyal ministers saw King Louis' speech interrupted. "Why! Why, it's always like this... Since I was a child, I have never done things completely according to my own heart: every choice is influenced by the ministers, and every action is controlled by the maids. Constraints... I have never had my own space, and I have to be controlled by others..." Vivienne sobbed, tears streaming down her nose, "It's fine once, just once..." Her voice trembled , wiping the tears off his face with both hands. "Please, Father..." "Oh, just this once." King Louis closed his eyes. "After you come back, you have to listen to me for the future. " □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□ Overnight, the most elite guards in the kingdom had been garrisoned, and batches of craftsmen who came from the capital had already started their day's work. All proper construction has been largely trimmed, with only a few decorative work remaining. Werther looked at the changed face of Weiss Village, feeling infinitely emotional. This is the power of the royal family.

The day after tomorrow, the alchemy conference will begin. Can we win a championship this year? Work harder! Werther shook the lucky coin in his hand. This is what the village head asked from the church for him. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□ _ Tomorrow is the day when he and Vivian will decide the outcome. Today, the old man still has a lot of tricks. Witte lay in bed, thinking back to the morning's game. The speed of the old man's purification of the medicine is extremely fast, and he must ask for advice when he sees him again. Werther is very energetic tonight, and he has no sleepiness. The sky is so clear tonight! Go outside and read the astrology. Werther thought. Couldn't sleep anyway. "Neptune is in the Northeast Palace, which means good and bad coexistence... The two planets of earth and wood are next to each other, which means adventure...Sirius and Venus twinkle at the same time, which means fate... Huh? What's the mess?" Sure enough, divination is not even a beginner. It's so far away...it's weird. Werther thought it was funny, and walked forward while looking at the starry sky, completely unaware that he was about five miles away from the village. "Ah!—" A scream pulled Werther out of his world. What happened? Werther looked around vigilantly, and found that he had completely walked into Marino Forest. "Escort, Captain Omut, where are you? Escort—" What's going on? This is clearly the voice of Princess Vivienne! Werther didn't care about whether he had the ability to fight against the monster, and rushed towards the direction where the voice appeared. there is none left. When Werther rushed to the place where it came from, there was only a pool of blood left. It's over, it's over. It's all over. Werther despaired, his mind went blank. There was a fire coming from the village, and the crowd was clamoring, shouting something. People have discovered that Princess Vivienne is missing. Don't...don't... Werther has imagined the villagers of Weiss Village under the wrath of King Louis, wearing shackles and being tortured over and over again; The scene of festering and dying... Werther was heartbroken.

Under the moonlight, it was pale. Werther threw himself on the ground in despair, crying bitterly. Suddenly, something whiter than the ground came into Werther's eyes: it was so white, it shone strangely under the moonlight. It's Princess Vivienne! No, the humanoid was lifeless, drooping under a tree. Witt approached the tree, and Princess Vivienne's clothes were abandoned aside: underwear, stockings, skirts... and Vivienne sat quietly under the tree with her legs open, her mouth slightly open, and the corners of her mouth were full of blood. Has become dark red. Princess Vivienne is dead. This is an undisputed fact. But Vivienne's body seemed a little weird, as if her bones had been removed and she was drooping. Werther took one of the imperial daughter's hands: like a lump of meat, without any support inside. He picked it up, and it weighed half as much as a normal person, but it was still very heavy. What is this... Werther's heart was pounding. This is a leather item. Princess Vivian died, but her skin survived. What kind of monster has such terrifying power... Werther's fingertips felt the warm and smooth touch of this leather item. Vivienne's long golden hair was spread on the ground, reflecting the moonlight, like gold shattered all over the ground. So cute... Werther holds Vivian's face in his hands. Even after becoming a leather item, Princess Vivienne still retains her lovely appearance during her lifetime. Vivienne's eyes were closed, as if she was asleep. Werther gently opened the princess's closed eyes. The originally big and blue eyes seemed to have lost their light, leaving only a thin film of pupils and whites. Vivienne's small cherry mouth was slightly open, and the small tongue and small canine teeth could be vaguely seen inside. Like clothes... Can I put them on? Werther gradually took off his clothes. Please forgive me. The villagers of Wiss Village cannot afford to lose you. If you want to blame, blame yourself for insisting on choosing this place. The people of Weiss Village, they are also innocent people. The sixty-six villagers of Weiss Village cannot suffer in vain because of your own mistakes. I will live well for you. Werther turned to the back, and there was indeed a crack on Princess Vivienne's back from the neck to the middle of the waist. put it on.

Witla picked up the hide and put his right foot in it. Align your toes and slowly pull up along your thigh. A sense of oppression came from Werther's feet, and the leather was stuffed like a meat jacket, and the white skin was attached to Werther's legs. The change is instantaneous... and it feels like you're wrapped in leather when you put it on. Werther stepped on the ground with Vivienne's tiny feet. Well, there is also tactile sensation at the same time. Witter tucked in his left foot as well. Vivienne's small and lovely feet, the white and tender little toes wrapped Werther's original feet like socks, filling every gap, and the pink and tender toenails were dotted on them, and the white and tender calves were warmly fixed on him. on the calf. Werther lifted the leather up and covered Princess Vivienne's buttocks on top of himself. Werther squeezed the fat and thick buttocks of the imperial daughter who was already wearing it. fatty. how about you? Werther looked at the little Werther whose crotch had already stood up. He held Little Werther and put him in Vivienne's pussy. Vivienne's hairless pussy was pink and tender, gradually enveloping Werther. Vivienne's long, white hands are put on by Werther like gloves, and Werther's originally masculine arms become slender after being put on. Vivienne's fingernails were coated with a layer of shimmering transparent nail polish, reflecting the luster under the moonlight.

Vivienne's huge and heavy chest was tightly stuck to Werther's chest, and there was a sense of oppression in her body. Werther's thin chest and shoulders disappeared, replaced by a pair of white plump breasts and smooth shoulders. Werther played with the big tits with Vivienne's tiny hands. The nipples swayed from side to side under Werther's manipulation. Vivian's breasts are so big... Vivian's small hands can't be held at all. The fingertips plunged into the huge breasts, gently kneading, the soft and waxy feel made people want to stop. It's really a pleasant feeling, men will like plump girls very much. Werther roughly pulled Vivian's long golden hair from his chest, and pulled Vivian's skull. Vivienne's slightly baby cheeks have not been deformed by the hollow inside, and her face still remains the same as when she was alive. It's so cute... Werther pinched her skull, it was still soft. As long as I wear this, I'll be just as cute, right? sorry. Werther opened the neck of the skull and put his head inside. A strange warmth enveloped Werther's entire head, and Vivienne's tender skin stuck to his face. Werther slowly adjusted with the slender hands of Princess Vivienne: first, he held the hair and adjusted the general direction of the face. When Vivian's cheeks slowly overlapped with his, he could feel the fleshy feeling of Vivian's cheeks attached to his face. Pulling Vivienne's eye sockets to the approximate position, Werther opened his eyes and saw her pupils that seemed to contain billions of stars, and gradually put his own eyes on them, like wearing colored contact lenses, and his vision gradually became clearer. After adjusting the nose and ears, it's time for the final step. Werther held back his own mood, and slowly experienced and enjoyed the final process.

Vivienne's mouth was still warm and sticky at this time. Werther stuck his tongue into Princess Vivienne's mouth, found her little tongue, and swallowed it. Ahhh, Vivienne's mouth is delicious. After putting her tongue on, he manipulated her little tongue to stir in her mouth. Her teeth were like hollow gels, leaving room for Werther to slip his own into. Werther aligned his teeth one by one and fitted them one by one. Vivienne's small, jelly-like lips gradually covered Werther's lips. Vivienne's small white hands moved the gel-like lips on the skull under his command. Werther closed his eyes and moved his head. Vivienne's skull was completely covered by him. As he moved, Vivienne's hair also shook, her long hair swaying back and forth, and her bangs also felt itchy on her forehead. The hair hangs down and falls to the shoulders. The memories of Vivienne flooded into Werther's mind like a flood: from the age of three, she began to learn alchemy at the request of her father; every morning, the head maid, Mary, dressed her meticulously; How to walk and talk; being pinched by Prince Rovaniemi of the Kingdom of Sima at the diplomatic ball; after growing up, being uncomfortable when the princes stared at her breasts...every day in Vivian's life Every detail is clearly presented. "Ah——cough," "Ah~?" Werther's voice gradually changed from low to clear. He touched his throat, and his Adam's apple was completely hidden in the princess's white skin. "Hello, I'm Vivienne~" Werther said in Vivian's clear and melodious voice, moving his little tongue in his mouth to make every sound. A precise pronunciation. Listening to the girl's soft voice coming from my mouth, it's really a wonderful feeling... Fair and fair skin, pure and lovely big eyes, pink mouth, slightly baby fat Face... Werther puffed his mouth and stuck out his little tongue—Princess Vivienne's face was attached to his face and followed him to make various cute expressions. Well, it should all be adjusted! Werther pinched his face, it was soft. Is this the face of a girl, the face of a princess?

He stood up, and the two pairs of white rabbits shook restlessly. Werther picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, which belonged to Princess Vivienne. You have to put it on quickly, it will be troublesome if others see you like this... The newborn Princess Vivienne picked up a short white dress from the ground. It's panties. Smooth silk texture, trimmed with lace. It should be comfortable to wear. Werther put on the panties that belonged to the original princess, and the panties tightly wrapped his private parts. Girls' panties, do they fit so well? He was slightly surprised. However, one thing is missing, of course girls wear underwear better than boys.

By the way, and these stockings.

Werther gently rolled up the white stockings that were also silk, put the toe of the stockings over his little toes, and pulled them along his calves to his thighs. The white silk stockings are very cute, covering the little feet of the princess. Occasionally there are one or two gusts of breeze blowing, and there are bursts of comfortable and close-fitting feeling.

Werther picked up a white lace bra from the grass. Does this really fit? Werther picked up the bra curiously and gestured on his chest. Seems a bit narrow, Werther thought. However, if it is too loose, it will not work as a bra, right? Princess Vivienne's big breasts... a bit exaggerated! Werther looked at the pair of white rabbits stuck outside his bra with a wry smile. But since it belongs to the princess... No, my clothes should be suitable, right? Princess Vivienne's slender gloves were on Werther's hands, moving with Wirter's thoughts. Tuck your boobs in! Werther pulled the bra open forcefully, and the two white lumps of flesh slid in just like that, and put it on the front of the bra. Well, it's so heavy... He tried to hug Vivienne's two pairs of breasts, holding them with both hands, feeling the soft touch from his fingertips. It turns out that having big breasts is also a burden. He tried to take two steps, the little white rabbit in front of him hopped and hopped, his nipples rubbed against the soft inner fabric of the bra, and there were bursts of numbness. Next, just put on the queen's dress. Werther looked at the complicated and gorgeous court clothes on the ground, and was a little at a loss. Put it on casually first. Vivienne's skirt looked a little ragged because of being bitten by a monster, and it was decorated with blood stains in a vicious way. Werther watched, imagining the scene of the imperial daughter struggling to die, her angina was so painful that she couldn't breathe: she was only sixteen years old...after ****, there was only a layer of skin left...and I would replace her...for a moment, Werther wanted to She tore Vivienne's skin off her body. However, he quickly stopped himself. This is to avoid greater sacrifices. Witte took a deep breath. Misfortune has already happened to you, and I cannot sit by and let more people suffer. Merciful princess, you will understand me. The shouts of the villagers and guards were getting closer, and people's names could be faintly heard. The reborn Vivian should return to her original position. Werther put on her little leather shoes with his white silk legs, and blinked her watery blue eyes. "In this case, no matter where you look, it must be Vivienne herself." He said softly in the soft and lovely voice of a princess. □□□□□□□□□□□□□

Captain Omut is going mad. It was just my turn to go to work, but I fell asleep before standing for a few minutes! The news of Princess Vivienne's disappearance was told to him by the patrolling soldiers below. When the soldier patrolled to Princess Vivienne's bedchamber, the door was open, and his poor officer leaned on the ground and fell asleep, and when he looked again, there was no one on the bed! The soldier immediately remembered what his companion had just told him about the strange noises in the forest next to the village, so he quickly woke up Omut and told him that Princess Vivienne might have gone somewhere else. Omut wished he could kill himself. He obviously had the habit of going out for a drive when the princess couldn't sleep. But this is not the imperial city! Danger lurks everywhere. Ao Mut slapped himself hard a few times, remorseful. Now, he has ordered everyone to join the search team. People held torches and lit up the whole sky. Shouts came one after another: "Vivian!" "Princess!" "Prince Vivian!" Aomut drew out his sword and chopped off some thorns that hindered his walking. He and the others had been looking for an hour and a half in the woods. He was a little ****. If the position is not guaranteed, it is already a luxury to save one's own life. A touch of gold caught Omut's eye. "Princess Vivienne!" He rushed up, only to see Vivienne sitting under the tree, breathing weakly. There was blood on the corner of her mouth, and the tattered clothes were stained with blood. The originally white and clean little face was dirty with mud and sand. The blouse was in tatters, revealing the whiteness of Vivienne's chest. The originally smooth long golden hair hung down to the ground in a mess, intertwined with each other. "Prince Vivienne! Are you okay?" Aomut asked nervously, helped the princess up, and took out a small bottle of advanced healing potion that he carried with him to treat her. "Aumut, save, save him..." Vivienne's voice trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Who? What's wrong with him?" "It's the alchemist from Weiss... In order to save me, he, he lured that monster to another place..." Vivian couldn't control her emotions, choked up I was speechless. "He'll be fine, don't worry!" Aumut took out the silver military token in his arms, "Send me an order, Princess Vivienne has been found, and the task is changed to search and rescue Alpha Alchemist Werther!"

□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□ _ One day passed, two days passed, and five days passed, and the soldiers still did not find a trace of Werther, and finally had to announce that Werther had been buried in the beast's mouth. Princess Vivian was rushed back to the imperial city that night. During the examination at St. Macon's Hospital, Princess Vivienne was fine. It's just a pity for that boy. People sigh for the loss of an alpha. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□Inside Victoria Palace. Princess Vivienne admired her room, her little nose moved, and she breathed to feel the smell in the room. The room was filled with the scent of milk from his body. Well. Vivian asked about the smell on the back of her hand. Girls are really fragrant. Vivienne is so cute. She looked at herself in the mirror. Even though she is sixteen years old, her face is still so immature. She rubbed her face, the soft feeling made her unable to put it down. Vivienne's height of about 1.6 meters just set off the cuteness of the girl. I don't know if this leather item will change with age. Vivian touched the top of her head. I don't know if it will grow a little taller... However, 1.6 meters is also very cute. She scratched her face. The pulled area showed excellent elasticity. In the mirror, Vivienne's face was slightly deformed, like a gel. Through the eye sockets, Werther's skin can still be vaguely seen under the skin of Princess Vivienne. She readjusted her face, and showed a shy smile in the mirror that she had done something bad and was found out. Vivienne is still so cute. In the future, she will continue to play the role of the pure and lovely princess Vivienne. She adjusted the luxurious golden red low-cut dress on her body. Her big breasts were supported on the low-cut skirt, and half of the white breast balls were exposed, outlining a round shape. It's really heavy. She squeezed her breasts lightly. It's time to go to see the father.

Dragging her red skirt, she curtsied in front of the hall. King Louis was delighted to see that his daughter was still safe and sound. "That heroic and masculine alpha gentleman, I have already conferred the title for him. As for his parents, I have given them enough money to ensure that they can enjoy their old age. This paragraph has also come to an end. From now on, according to It is agreed that you must obey the arrangement of your father." "I have selected a man who is good enough for your lifelong event. Prince Amur Russ of the Kingdom of St. Lys. This is a handsome and considerate gentleman. And as the heir in line, he will become the king of St. Reese in the future. The engagement has been made. The wedding will be held in three years. My daughter, I believe you will be attracted by his charm. This time, don't be willful. !" "Yes, Father." Vivian said obediently with her head lowered. There was some itching in her crotch. No one would know that there is a man in the body of the noble princess Vivienne, right? The inside of her pussy was squeezed by a cock that rose suddenly, and the rod slowly protruded from the hole, slightly pressing against the hem of the skirt. □□□□□□□□□□□□ Three years later. The Kingdom of St. Reese. King Gorno City. From this day on, Princess Vivienne will be changed to Queen Vivienne. A year ago, the old king of Saint Reese died without warning, and the princes fought for the throne. However, after only two months, Prince Rus, who is rich in political struggle experience and excellent mind, successfully became the king of Russ. The remaining princes died or fled. It was the time when he was in high spirits, and King Russ was able to embrace the beauty again today. "Vivian" has been Vivian for three years. In the past three years, she never had the thought of abandoning Vivian's identity. She waved her hand and told the maids to stop combing her hair. Vivian stood up from the chair of the dressing table and staggered. The weight of her chest still made her uncomfortable, a little off balance. Vivienne has been completely covered by me... Vivienne's small feet, Vivienne's meaty legs, Vivienne's buttocks, Vivienne's big breasts, Vivienne's face, hair... She is closed When you put your eyes on it, you can feel the warm and delicate feeling of being wrapped. Today, I will exchange engagement rings with King Ruth as "Vivienne".

"The bride and groom exchange rings. May the glory of the Lord make them never separate." The calm voice of Archbishop Moynte echoed in the splendid Arreci Cathedral. "Are you willing?" "I...will." Vivienne said shyly, blushing. □□□□□□□□□□□ "Dear Vivienne, let me introduce my loyal ministers." Ruth smiled, took Vivienne's tender little hand, and came to the front of the hall. "This is the Minister of Finance, Sanguino." "Hi." Vivian nodded politely. The middle-aged man agreed to do the same. "This is the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Karimabad." "Hello." "I would like to introduce you grandly! This is the president of the Alchemy Association, Waiters! This helped me at the time Hurry up! Right, Brother Waiters? Haha!" King Ruth patted the young man on the shoulder and laughed. It seems that they are very familiar. "You..." Vivian was stunned. What kind of face is this? It's the exact same face as him, Werther! "...okay?" "Hello, too. I'm glad to meet you, beautiful lady." The man smiled, took off his hat, and pressed it against his chest. "This is..." Vivian had no intention of listening to Ruth's introduction carefully, thinking wildly. Why are there people who look exactly like me? Why still an alchemist? Does he know my original identity? Am I giving away? Is my face adjusted? …… □□□□□□□□□□□□□□黑夜 。 "Russ, can you speak to Miss Vivienne alone? I heard that she obtained the title of Alchemist Alpha at the age of fourteen... I want to hear if this lady has a unique experience in alchemy." Opinion," Waiters said, pulling Ruth aside.

"Of course! I can't trust others, but I can't trust you. She's in the dormitory, you can just go to her directly. Whoever we are with!" King Ruth didn't mind, and readily agreed. "If you want to discuss alchemy in the future, you can go to her directly. You don't have to come to me every time." "You won't..." "I know who you are. If one day you suddenly have a woman you like, Then it's time to celebrate! Right, frigid man?" Ruth laughed, waved his hands, and left. "Da da." There were two knocks on the door. "Who?" Vivian put down the mirror vigilantly. Just now, she was still pulling her face in the mirror to see if there was any misalignment between herself and the fur. "President of the Alchemy Association, Waiters. I want to discuss alchemy with Miss. Vivian rubbed her face and tidied her golden and smooth hair." Come in. " The young man came in. Vivienne went to the chair and sat down. The man also faced her and sat down. They looked at each other without saying a word. "Have we met somewhere?" "Vivian couldn't help it, and spoke first. "You can say yes, or you can say no. Waiters smiled faintly. Vivienne was a little puzzled. Looking at the man opposite him smiling with his face exactly the same as his own, with his legs crossed, Vivienne felt indescribably weird. Vivienne took a deep breath With a tone of voice, a pair of big breasts trembled slightly with her body. She is Vivienne now, and of course she must say the words that best match her identity. "Are you the Alpha who saved me in the Marit forest back then? Are you Werther? are you still alive " "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Waiters in front of Vivian burst into laughter suddenly. "Hahahahahahaha!" "This... Vivienne felt a little speechless. What's so funny about her own words? Waiters wiped away the tears from laughing and suppressed a smile. "You really know how to make up!" Waiters pointed at Vivienne and said. "I'm not Werther." You are Werther! "

Waiters smiled, put his hands behind his head, and groped for something. He pulled his hands, revealing the person inside. It's Vivian. The two Vivians looked at each other, one was smiling and the other was shocked. "How?" Laughing, the real Vivienne said to her other self. "You're Werther, right? Stop pretending! I know it's you! Whoop!" "I..." "Stop pretending!" The real Vivienne grabbed "Vivienne" by her hair and pulled it down . Vivian's skull, which Werther was wearing, was torn off, revealing Werther's original appearance. "What is this..." "Don't you understand? You think I'm dead? No! Everything is in my plan! But I didn't think of your clumsy story. But it's good, although that It was a silly lie, but it saved me a lot of trouble." Vivian said with a smile. "Why..." Werther was a little incoherent. "Of course it's for me to do what I want to do! The royal family, that's nice to say. What's the difference between it and a prison?" Vivienne was complacent, and seemed very satisfied to see Werther's bewildered expression. "Okay, okay, put the leather back quickly. Male head and female body, is it disgusting?" Vivian put back the leather dangling on her chest, and transformed back into Waiters. Seeing Werther's dumbfounded look, he reached out to help Werther put his skull back on. In this way, "Witers" and "Vivienne" returned to the room. "Vivienne" rubbed her huge breasts. "How on earth... how did you do this?" "Hmph, actually, that leather thing on you can also be said to be me. Similarly, this one on me can also be said to be another you." Witt Si raised his index finger and drew circles in the air. "It's just a copy without a soul." "First collect the owner's basic body data through the Tijoka potion and hair; then make the nutrient solution for cultivating the copy on the Amuro synthesis table... ..." Waiters rambled, his eyes full of enthusiasm for alchemy. It is completely impossible to tell that there is actually a cute little girl inside the leather object.

"Vivian" listened in a daze. She can't understand! These were things she had never heard of. "However, after making the replica, there is still a process of refining the body replica into leather. In theory, this process can also be done on the corpse. But in order to prevent you from doing bad things, I will not tell you!" Witt Si said with high spirits, staring at ""Vivian", expecting her reaction. "Then, what should we do in the future?" "Vivienne" asked blankly. "You are Vivienne." you ask me? I have no idea. I'm Waiters. Your business has nothing to do with me. said Waiters slyly. "But... this is your body." Vivienne looked at her white, tender and cute little hands. "This body will be yours from now on." It doesn't matter what you use it for. Similarly, the fur on my body will be mine from now on, and if I take it for sex, you can't have any objections. Waiters said. "By the way, the skin on your body is no different from that of a normal girl." You can also have children~" "King Russ, don't you know..." "Him? He doesn't know anything. You just have to play the role of a virtuous wife with peace of mind. " Vivian looked at her body with mixed feelings. Does she like being Vivian? She likes it very much. Waiters got up and walked away gracefully. Only Vivian was left to sit blankly and forget about it tomorrow . Going to play King Ruth's virtuous wife. Go to sleep. Vivienne rubbed her huge breasts, feeling the numbness from her nipples. Her cock squeezed out of her hole again, resisting The pure and holy wedding dress on her body stretched out a small tent. Her little tongue was stirring in her mouth, making a puffing sound. She stood up and walked to her bed. The two big white rabbits were shaking violently. Vivian twisted Moving the body, the skirt of the wedding dress dragged on the ground and rustled. Wrapped in leather...every gap in the body was filled with fleshy leather. King Ruth...husband...will never Knowing that inside the body of his lovely and petite wife is a man...