Usagi then moved herself fully in front of Princess Lily and bent down, looking between her legs with gleaming eyes. "Ah, I see you’re already wet and ready for me."
"I-I-I-I am not ready for anything or anything like that!" Princess Lily turned her head sharply.
"Ahaha! Just like a tsundere—"
"Mother?" The office door flew open. "Have you seen Usagi?"
Silverøse stepped inside, her ears perked curiously.
But she found Princess Lily sitting frozen, lightly trembling, and her cheeks flaming. But her eyes fixed downward at the table in guilt before she looked at
Though, Usagi was nowhere to be seen.
Silverøse stepped into the office with her usual gentle elegance, her ears perked curiously. "Mother? Have you seen Usagi?"
But Princess Lily sat rigidly behind her ebony table, her cheeks already flushed a deep crimson.
Her eyes darted first to Silverøse, then downward beneath the table, where something unseen was clearly happening.
"Ah, Silverøse," she said with a strained voice, "Usagi, your daughter, yes? I think she—ahn!"
A sharp, involuntary moan escaped her lips.
"..." Silverøse froze from the reaction, taken aback as her ears twitched. "Is... everything okay, mother?"
"Of course! I mean, why would everything not be okay?!" Princess Lily forced a smile, trembling visibly while trying to maintain some composure.
"But your face..." Silverøse stepped closer, genuine worry beginning to crease her brow. "I hope you’re taking good care of yourself, mother."
"I-I am. I swear. I only... e... exert myself when... it... it’s absolutely... n-necessary... hghn!"
Looking at the strange state of her mother, Silverøse’s concern expanded.
"As I thought, mother, you truly are not fine?" She moved even closer.
"Ah, wait!" Princess Lily thrust a hand out, her palm forward, stopping her daughter in her tracks. "I mean, I was... th-thinking about you, you see?"
"About... me? Why?" Silverøse tilted her head, her ears drooping slightly in confusion and suspicion.
Meanwhile, Princess Lily’s hidden hand was pressing down firmly beneath the table, her fingers had gone white-knuckled as she fought to keep her voice steady.
"Er, you see, when you were first conceived six thousand years ago, I was the happiest woman in Elyndor. You were soooo cute, I would never want to stop staring at you."
Silverøse mildly placed both palms on her cheeks, blushing sweetly. "My, why the sudden story, mother?"
"N-No, just seeing you right now brought back the memorIES!!"
"Mother?! Are you sure everything’s alright?!" Silverøse moved forward again. "You’re crying."
"Of course, I am weeping! My adorable daughter is so mature now, and even have birthed some mischievous little devil..."
Silverøse giggled sheepishly. Isn’t that true? Usagi can be a bit of a pain, but she’s a really gentle and innocent child, I assure you."
"Well... I don’t know about that." A vein popped on Princess Lily’s forehead.
"But... mother," Silverøse began to blush and grow nervous, lowering her gaze, "You see, you always stay away from us and you’re always working too. I know you must already know this... but..."
Princess Lily’s eyes widened, locked on her daughter’s face.
"I love you, m... mama. I want you to know that six thousand years haven’t done anything to dwarf those feelings."
SLURP, LICK, SLURP.
"You and Papa raised me the best way you could, with so much love and righteousness. And I’m also trying to do the same with my own daughter now."
SLURP, SLURP, SQUELCH.
"So as you labor diligently for the kingdom... please, remember that there are people who love yo—wait, what’s that slurping sound I’ve been hearin—"
"Cu..."
"Hm? Mama?"
"Cummmmiiiinnnngggg!!!" Princess Lily suddenly yelled, saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth as her body jolted violently in the chair.
Silverøse’s eyes went wide with horror at her impression, then she rushed forward and peered beneath the table... Only to find Usagi kneeling between Princess Lily’s spread thighs, her face drenched in glistening squirt, and her silver hair sticking to her cheeks.
"G... Good morning, Oka-sama." Usagi managed a bright, guilty smile, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
Silverøse stepped back bit by bit; her face was a mask of stunned disbelief.
"No! It is not what you think, Silverøse! I can explain!" Lily begged, her voice cracking, and her hands outstretched toward her retreating daughter.
"Truly? Then explain."
"Ack!" Princess Lily froze. She had nothing to explain actually.
"I don’t know what to say..." Silverøse looked away, her expression complicated. "...Hentai. All of you."
Then she turned and walked out of the office, pouting, with her ears drooped.
Princess Lily’s eyes filled with tears instantly, then she reached out one trembling hand after her daughter. "Ahhhh, my daughter hates me now!"
"No she doesn’t, silly." Usagi calmly wiped her face on the edge of the luxurious silk curtains.
"You, what are you doing to my curtains?!" Princess Lily roared with a hoarse voice.
"Silverøse is as gullible as an infant. She’d soon forget what happened in a momen—"
"Ah, mother I forgot." Silverøse suddenly reappeared in the doorway, as if nothing had happened. "Her Majesty asked me to remind you about the festival. The one for Benjamin Mark."
"Ah, yes. Noted." Princess Lily forced a wry, weak smile.
Then, Silverøse bowed politely and left again.
And with that, Usagi burst into laughter. "You don’t even know your own daughter? You truly need me close to you at all times, right Lily-chan?"
Princess Lily pouted, then stood up with as much dignity as she could muster, smoothing her gown and straightening her tiara.
"Ahem. Silver Shadow Usagi, if we have nothing more to discuss, you are dismissed."
"Bwahaha!" Usagi laughed harder and wrapped her arms around Princess Lily’s neck. They were the same height, so their cheeks were squishing each other.
"Trying to act all superior with me suddenly?! Hehe, Oba-chan~!"
Princess Lily blushed and looked away. "Geez. I am a princess, you know."
"I know, I know. You are my favorite princess in the world~! And I love you, you understand?"
"...Mhm."
The daily life of the bunny clan continued in its unconventional, chaotic rhythm, while Benjamin Mark still slept in Sakura’s bedchamber, his body gently becoming something more than human.
Now, how would the festival to honor him play out? I wonder.