The bed, with crisp white sheets perfectly tucked, sat in the center of the room, bathed in the soft light filtering through a high window.

  Iris perched on the edge, her hands clutching her pale blue dress, fingers trembling as she fought to hold herself together.

  The heat between her legs hadn’t faded, her panties still soaked with vaginal fluids, and Kai’s presence, lodged deep in her vagina, sent shivers that forced her to clench her thighs.

  ‘I can feel him…’ Iris thought, her face flushed, blonde hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

  The queen stood beside the bed, her deep blue dress gleaming with silver threads, arms crossed, blue eyes fixed on the physician.

  The maid, young and in a simple gray dress, clutched a white towel, staring nervously at the floor.

  The physician, an older woman with gray hair in a tight braid and a dark green dress, leaned toward Iris, pcing a wrinkled hand on her forehead.

  Her fingers were cold, and the touch made Iris flinch, instinctively tightening her vaginal muscles to ensure Kai stayed put.

  The physician pursed her lips, moving her hand to Iris’s cheek, then her neck, checking her pulse.

  “The princess’s temperature is very high,” she said, her tone professional but tinged with concern. She straightened, adjusting her dress, and looked at the queen. “She’s sweating heavily, and her heart rate is faster than normal. This isn’t a typical state.”

  The queen stepped forward, the silver threads in her dress catching the light. Her hands left her hips, one rising to point at the physician with a firm index finger.

  “What’s wrong with my daughter?” she demanded, her voice leaving no room for evasion. Her lips were pressed into a thin line. “Don’t tell me you don’t know—I want an answer now.”

  The physician swallowed, her hands trembling slightly as she opened her leather bag to retrieve a clean cloth.

  “I’m not certain yet, my queen,” she said, her tone nervous, wiping sweat from her own hands before turning back to Iris. “Princess, how long have you felt this way? Any pain, dizziness, anything you can tell me?”

  Iris’s stomach knotted.

  ‘Shit, I don’t know what to say…’ she thought, panic rising in her throat.

  Kai’s presence, though now barely shifting, was still there, a constant reminder. Her hands gripped her dress tighter, her cheeks flushing deeper.

  She opened her mouth, but no words came.

  ‘Please, window, help me,’ she thought, almost pleading in her mind.

  To her surprise, the floating window appeared before her:

  [Suggested response: “It’s not serious, Mother. The doctor who saw me earlier said I was fine, I just fell asleep in the bath from exhaustion.”]

  Iris blinked, her mouth parting slightly, stunned by the excuse.

  ‘That sounds… perfect,’ she thought, recalling that a doctor had already checked her hours ago.

  Taking a deep breath, Iris straightened and spoke, her voice shaky but trying to sound confident.

  “It’s not serious, Mother,” she said, meeting the queen’s eyes. “The doctor who saw me earlier said I was fine. I just fell asleep in the bath from exhaustion, that’s all.”

  Her hands rexed slightly, releasing the dress, and she forced a small smile, though her thighs remained clenched to keep Kai in pce.

  The queen pursed her lips, one eyebrow raised, but her shoulders eased a fraction.

  “Exhaustion…?” she said, her tone blending doubt and relief. She turned to the physician, her gaze demanding confirmation. “Would that expin her condition?”

  The physician nodded slowly, tucking the cloth back into her bag.

  “It’s possible, my queen,” she said, her tone steadier. “Exhaustion can cause mild fever and palpitations. If the previous doctor found nothing, it could be just that.”

  The queen sighed, running a hand over her blonde bun as if trying to order her thoughts.

  “Very well,” she said, turning to the maid, who stood frozen with the towel. “Go fetch Marta, the head maid. I need to ask her something.”

  Her voice was firm, and she pointed to the door with a quick gesture.

  The maid, eyes wide, nodded rapidly.

  “Yes, my queen,” she mumbled, barely audible, and scurried out, her gray dress fluttering behind her.

  The sound of her footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving a tense silence.

  Iris swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she adjusted her dress over her legs.

  ‘I did it…’ she thought, feeling the heat between her thighs fre again.

  Kai was still, but the effort of clenching her muscles to keep him in pce made her sweat more.

  She gnced at the queen, now speaking quietly with the physician, and prayed they wouldn’t ask her to undress.

  …

  Meanwhile, inside Iris’s vagina, Kai was in an entirely different world.

  The space was warm, wet, and tight, with pulsing flesh walls surrounding him.

  He could hear snippets of the conversation outside—muffled voices, but clear enough to know Iris was in trouble—but his focus was split between his discomfort and disbelief.

  ‘I can’t believe I’m here,’ Kai thought, his breath ragged as he tried to move as little as possible.

  Iris’s vaginal fluids coated him, pstering his clothes to his skin, and the sweet, intense scent filled his lungs.

  To breathe, he’d had to swallow small sips of the fluids, their cloying sweetness overwhelming.

  ‘This is disgusting…’ he thought, a mix of revulsion and resignation.

  Kai still couldn’t accept that he was in another world, trapped inside a princess’s vagina.

  ‘How did I go from a normal life to this?’ he thought, vaguely recalling his past life, though the details were hazy.

  He tried to shift, but the vaginal walls gripped him, and each movement sent a ripple that made Iris clench, trapping him tighter.

  ‘Damn it, this is awkward,’ he thought, his arms trembling as he clung to the slick flesh to avoid slipping.

  To distract himself, Kai checked the system floating before him, a pale blue holographic screen dispying his stats.

  Name: Kai Hart

  Level: 1

  Css: None

  HP: 91/100

  MP: 0/100

  [Attributes]

  Strength: 5

  Endurance: 200

  Agility: 6

  Intelligence: 10

  [Skills]

  Regeneration Lv.3 (12%)

  Lifting Objects Lv.1 (9%)

  Telepathy Lv.1 (71%)

  Wisdom Lv.2 (71%)

  Kai frowned, noting his mana was still zero, but skills like Regeneration and Wisdom had leveled up.

  ‘How the hell did I improve these without doing anything?’ he thought, his mouth twisting.

  Then he checked his achievement points, and his eyes widened.

  ‘2321 points!’ he thought, jaw dropping.

  The number ticked up slowly, as if accumuting in real time.

  ‘Where did this come from?’ he thought, navigating to the unread notifications tab.

  Opening them, he froze.

  Dozens of messages read:

  [+50 points for arousing Iris], [+100 points for making Iris reach climax], [+20 points for eliciting a moan].

  Kai’s face burned, though no one could see him.

  ‘This is humiliating…’ he thought, grateful he’d muted notifications earlier. ‘So every time she… does that, I earn points?’

  The realization was both relieving and unsettling.

  With 2321 points, he could soon buy a decent skill, something to get him out of this mess.

  But earning more points meant continuing to be… whatever he was to Iris.

  ‘Do I really have to be a sex toy?’ he thought, though part of him couldn’t deny Iris was beautiful, and the situation, bizarre as it was, stirred something in him.

  ‘This is a disaster, but I’m not just going to be that,’ he thought, clenching his fists.

  Just then, a loud shout snapped him out of his thoughts.

  It was the queen’s voice, sharp and ced with fury, berating someone.

  Kai strained to listen, catching fragments of the conversation.

  “How dare you neglect your duties!” the queen yelled.

  The person responding, with a trembling voice offering apologies, was Iris’s personal maid.