The day of the festival approached, and Anastasia was super excited for it. Her plans had been meticulously laid out, and the anticipation bubbled inside her like fine champagne. Right now, she was waiting for Rem to bring them their kimonos, the elegant garments she had selected for the occasion. The other workers had been given the day free to spend with their families—of course, the needed staff was let early so they could have some time off too. The last person that worked in the mansion was Rem. Anastasia took great satisfaction in this; after all, Rem had to spend the festival with her and Julius, not with Subaru, who needed to work tirelessly behind the scenes. The fact that Rem was not happy about it made Anastasia super happy— a small, petty victory that warmed her scheming heart.
Anastasia had already undressed, standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, checking out her body. She wore only panties, the delicate lace clinging to her hips as she turned this way and that, scrutinizing every inch. Of course, Anastasia visually tried to compare herself to Rem. She had seen Rem naked briefly in the kimono shop, but it was not long enough to fully memorize the details. Still, the memory lingered, sharp and unwelcome.
Her own reflection stared back: a small, frail figure, her body marked by the toll of her illness. Pale skin stretched over delicate bones, her breasts modest and understated, barely filling out what little curve she had. Her hips were narrow, her legs thin and lacking the toned strength she once possessed. The purple hair cascaded down her back, but even that seemed duller these days, lacking the vibrant luster of youth. She ran her fingers over her ribs, feeling them too prominently under her skin—a reminder of her weakening state. Compared to Rem's remembered body, it was a stark contrast. Rem had been curvy, her figure hourglass-perfect with full, generous breasts that strained against any fabric, a narrow waist flaring into hips that promised fertility and vitality. Her legs had been smooth and strong, her skin glowing with health. Anastasia's brief glimpse had shown a body built for passion, for bearing children—everything she herself could no longer offer Julius.
She sighed, tracing the faint scars and blemishes on her abdomen, remnants of failed treatments. Why couldn't I have a body like hers? she thought bitterly. But the jealousy fueled her resolve. If she couldn't have it, she'd ensure Julius did—through Rem.
Just then, a knock echoed at the door. "Lady Anastasia? I've brought the kimonos," Rem's voice called, muffled but clear.
Anastasia straightened, composing herself. "Come in, Rem," she replied, her voice light and welcoming, hiding the storm within.
Rem entered the room, carrying the neatly folded kimonos over her arm, her expression a mix of duty and subdued reluctance. Anastasia turned from the mirror, her eyes sharpening as she took in Rem's slightly flushed cheeks and the way she averted her gaze.
"What took you so long?" Anastasia asked, her voice light but edged with impatience.
Rem bowed slightly, placing the kimonos on a nearby chair. "I'm sorry, Lady Anastasia. I had to bring and help Sir Julius with his kimono first."
Anastasia's lips curled into a teasing smile, though her eyes held a glint of disdain. "Oh? Helping Julius dress? How sweet of you. I suppose my dear husband needs a maid's touch these days—can't even manage his own clothes without fumbling like a fool."
Rem's cheeks colored deeper, but she kept her tone professional. "It was just assistance, Lady Anastasia. Nothing more."
Anastasia waved a hand dismissively, turning back to the mirror for a moment before facing Rem again. "Of course, of course. Now, help me with mine. But first—undress."
Rem blinked, her hands pausing mid-motion as she reached for Anastasia's kimono. "Shouldn't it be better if you get dressed up first, Lady Anastasia? I can assist you without—"
"Now," Anastasia interrupted, her voice firm, brooking no argument. She crossed her arms over her bare chest, watching Rem with a predatory gaze.
Rem hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she nodded reluctantly. She began to remove her maid outfit, unbuttoning the bodice with slow, deliberate movements. The black and white fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing her smooth, pale skin and the simple white bra beneath. The skirt followed, pooling at her feet, leaving her in just her underwear—panties matching the bra, modest but clinging to her curves in a way that highlighted her figure.
Anastasia's eyes roamed over Rem's body unabashedly, comparing it to her own reflection. Rem's breasts were full and perky, straining against the bra's confines, far more generous than Anastasia's own modest ones. Her waist dipped inward dramatically, flaring into hips that screamed fertility, her thighs toned and inviting. The blue hair framed a face that was soft yet strong, with large, expressive eyes that now held a mix of embarrassment and defiance. Anastasia felt a pang of envy—Rem's body was everything hers wasn't: healthy, vibrant, capable of bearing the children Julius deserved.
"Good," Anastasia said, her tone approving but laced with command. "Now, the bra. It shouldn't be worn with kimonos—ruins the silhouette."
Rem's hands flew to her chest protectively. "Lady Anastasia, I don't really want to. People may see something—it's too revealing."
Anastasia stepped closer, her voice shifting to a negotiating purr, smooth and persuasive. "Come now, Rem. After the main part of the festival, you'll be meeting with Subaru anyway. You can slip it back on then. Don't be so dramatic—in the worst-case scenario, Julius would be eyeing you, and isn't that a thrill? Think of it as embracing the spirit of the evening. Besides, the kimono fabric is thick enough; no one will notice unless you want them to."
Rem bit her lip, her resolve crumbling under Anastasia's insistent gaze and logical twists. After a long moment, she reached behind her back, unclasping the bra and letting it fall away. Her breasts spilled free, full and round, nipples hardening slightly in the cool air of the room. She crossed her arms instinctively, but Anastasia tutted and gently pulled them away.
"There," Anastasia said, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Much better. Now, let's get you into that kimono first—practice makes perfect."
Anastasia's eyes lingered on Rem's exposed breasts, a predatory gleam flickering in her gaze. Without warning, she reached out and grabbed them, her hands cupping the soft, full mounds firmly. Rem gasped in surprise, her body tensing with discomfort, her arms instinctively rising to push Anastasia away but freezing midway.
"L-Lady Anastasia!" Rem stammered, her face flushing a deep crimson. "What are you—?"
"Shh," Anastasia cooed, her fingers kneading gently, playing with the sensitive flesh as if appraising a fine jewel. "These are magnificent, Rem. So full, so perfect. No wonder Julius can't keep his eyes off you. They're like ripe fruits, begging to be touched."
Rem's discomfort grew, her body rigid under Anastasia's touch, but she didn't pull away immediately, her maid's training holding her in place. "Please... this is inappropriate," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Anastasia ignored her, her thumbs brushing over Rem's nipples, watching them harden despite Rem's protests. "They're even more beautiful up close. Soft yet firm—ideal for nursing a child, don't you think? Speaking of which... are you and Subaru planning on having one?"
Rem's eyes widened, her hands finally coming up to gently but firmly push Anastasia's away. She stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest, her face burning with shyness and embarrassment. "In the future... I want one, of course. If work allows it."
Anastasia thought to herself, No, you don't. Not with him. But aloud, she smiled warmly. "Of course. After Subaru gets full employment and proves himself, I may consider allowing you to take leave from your maid duties."
Rem nodded, still covering herself. "Thank you, Lady Anastasia. That means a lot."
Anastasia's expression softened further, though her mind raced with schemes. "It would be sad for me to lose you, Rem. After all, you're like a sister to me. So I hope you and Subaru don't surprise me with anything sudden—like a little one too soon."
Rem's blush deepened, but she managed a small smile. "We wouldn't... I mean, we're careful."
"Good," Anastasia said, turning to a small table nearby. She picked up a delicate bottle of perfume—her great invention, Julius's semen seed covered with a lavender smell to mask the true essence. The vial was elegant, etched with subtle patterns, hiding its wicked secret. "Now, before we dress, let's try this. It's my special perfume—a rare blend, perfect for tonight."
She uncapped it and, without waiting for permission, began spraying Rem's body. First, a generous mist over her boobs, the cool liquid beading on her skin and trickling down. Then her neck, under her arms, even her face. As Rem opened her mouth to protest, Anastasia sprayed directly into it, the fine mist coating her tongue.
Rem coughed violently, her eyes watering as she acted extremely annoyed. "Lady Anastasia! What—cough—is this? It tastes... strange!"
Anastasia laughed lightly, starting to spray herself in the same places—boobs, neck, under arms, face—and even into her own mouth to demonstrate. She swallowed with exaggerated delight. "It's a special perfume that can be sprayed into the mouth. Super expensive, Rem—so you should be honored. It's got a unique base, blended with lavender for that fresh scent. Trust me, it'll make you irresistible tonight."
Rem wiped her mouth, still coughing but resigned. "If... if you say so."
Anastasia capped the bottle, her eyes gleaming. The deed was done—Rem was marked, inside and out, with Julius's essence. Perfect.
After that, Anastasia turned to Rem with a commanding smile. "Now, dress me," she said, her voice light but firm, as if it were the most natural request in the world.
Rem nodded, still covering her chest with one arm, her face flushed from the earlier handling. She picked up Anastasia's kimono—a elegant piece in deep purple silk, embroidered with subtle gold threads that caught the light like stars. With careful movements, Rem helped Anastasia step into it, wrapping the fabric around her slender frame and tying the obi sash with practiced precision. The material clung to Anastasia's body, accentuating what little curves she had, but she felt a pang of envy as she glanced at Rem's bare form—still waiting to be dressed.
Once Anastasia was ready, Rem quickly slipped into her own kimono. It was a beautiful blue garment, matching her hair, with floral patterns that flowed like water. The fabric draped over her curves perfectly, the lack of a bra making her breasts move subtly with each breath, a detail Anastasia noted with satisfaction. They were ready to go.
Julius was waiting for them in the foyer, already dressed in his own kimono—a sharp black ensemble with silver accents that made him look every inch the noble knight. Of course, Anastasia grabbed his hand as they readied to go, lacing her fingers through his with possessive affection.
"How do I look?" Anastasia asked, twirling slightly to show off the kimono's flow.
Julius's eyes softened, a genuine smile crossing his face. "You look beautiful, as always, Anastasia. The color suits you perfectly."
She beamed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "And you look hot too, my dear. Like a warrior ready to conquer the night."
After that, Anastasia turned her gaze to Rem, who stood a step behind them. "And how does Rem look?" she prompted Julius, her tone playful but insistent.
Julius glanced at Rem, his expression polite and appreciative. "You look lovely, Rem. The blue brings out your eyes."
Anastasia laughed, waving a hand. "Don't be so modest, Julius. We both know Rem looks sexy. You don't need to hold back because your wife is next to you. And besides, Rem's husband would probably be fucking her tonight anyway—let him have his fun later."
Rem's face turned scarlet, her eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment, but she said nothing. Julius cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable, but Anastasia pressed on with a mischievous grin.
"Now, Rem," Anastasia said, gesturing to Julius's free side. "Take Julius's other hand. After all, I want people to see how capable Julius is to have two women at the festival."
Rem hesitated, her reluctance clear. "Lady Anastasia, I don't think—"
Julius shook his head gently. "She doesn't need to, Anastasia. It's fine."
But Rem, ever the dutiful maid, stepped forward reluctantly. "It's fine," she said softly, taking Julius's other hand even as her grip was light and tentative.
And so they went to the festival arena. They could already see the lights twinkling in the distance, colorful lanterns strung across the streets like stars brought to earth. Music floated on the breeze—lively tunes from flutes and drums, mingling with the chatter of excited crowds. The hill where the festival took part came into view, alive with energy, stalls bustling with vendors hawking sweets and trinkets.
As they walked, Anastasia leaned closer to Julius, her voice a whisper meant only for him. "If you feel weird," she murmured, pressing her body against his arm, "you should know I don't have a bra on. So your upper arm is pretty much pressing on my boobs."
Julius's step faltered slightly, his cheeks tinting with surprise, but he managed a low chuckle. "Anastasia..." he warned, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.
She just smiled innocently, squeezing his hand tighter. The night was young, and her plans were just beginning to unfold.
The festival was fun—there were a lot of games and music, food stands and other things. People and children played with balloons, their laughter mingling with the lively tunes from street performers. Of course, the smell of alcohol wafted through the air, adding a heady undercurrent to the joyful chaos. Vendors hawked skewers of grilled meat, sweet candies, and fried treats, while games of chance drew crowds with promises of prizes. Lanterns glowed softly as the sun dipped lower, casting a warm, festive light over everything.
Of course, when Rem tried to catch a goldfish at one of the stalls—a simple game with paper scoops and a tank of swirling orange fish—Anastasia decided to lean in close to Julius's ear. Her voice was a sultry whisper, meant only for him. "I forgot to mention—Rem doesn't have a bra either. I hope you like my little gift. After all, not all wives would force their maid to press her boob on the upper arm of her boss."
Julius stiffened slightly, his cheeks tinting with surprise, but he said nothing, his eyes flicking to Rem as she concentrated on the game. Rem, oblivious, dipped her scoop into the water, but the fragile paper tore, and the fish slipped away. She let out a soft sigh of disappointment, standing up with a rueful smile. Without a word, she returned to her position beside Julius, pressing close to him as they prepared to move on—her breast brushing against his upper arm through the thin kimono fabric.
As they turned to move forward through the crowd, they spotted Subaru. He didn't look happy with what he saw—Anastasia could tell immediately. After all, his wife was locking arms with another man, her body close and familiar in a way that screamed intimacy. Subaru's face was a mask of barely contained fury, his eyes narrowed, fists clenched at his sides.
Rem's reaction was immediate—she looked like she was caught cheating, her face turning all red and terrified, her grip on Julius's arm tightening involuntarily as if seeking protection.
But to Anastasia's surprise, Julius looked shocked, his mouth opening slightly as he stared at Subaru like they knew each other. A flash of recognition crossed his features, his posture shifting from relaxed to tense in an instant.
Subaru was looking at Julius with pure hate, his gaze burning with old grudges and fresh jealousy. The air between them crackled with unspoken history—memories of duels, insults from their time in Lugnica. Subaru, the outsider who had caused so much chaos in the royal selection; Julius, the finest knight who had once humbled him in front of everyone.
Anastasia's mind raced. They know each other? From Lugnica? It was a complication she hadn't anticipated, but one that could play to her advantage—or unravel everything.
Anastasia knew she needed to take the situation under control before it spiraled further. With a bright, welcoming smile that masked her calculating thoughts, she stepped forward toward Subaru. "Subaru! What a pleasant surprise to see you here. Allow me to introduce my husband, Julius."
Rem, of course, removed her arm from Julius's and held it with her other hand, avoiding Subaru's eyes. But even she got caught by surprise when Julius told Anastasia, "We know each other."
Subaru's face twisted in humiliation and anger. "Humiliating and beating me wasn't enough? So the greatest knight is now here to fuck my wife?"
Anastasia stepped back, letting her men speak. She loved Julius when he got serious—his knightly demeanor shining through, commanding respect.
Julius's expression hardened, his voice steady but laced with warning. "You have the wrong idea, Subaru. I'm not a woman stealer. Second, you should watch your words because I won't let you insult me or my wife—and especially Rem, accusing her of cheating when she is our friend."
Subaru sneered. "Yeah, as if the medallion you bought her proves otherwise. Is Julius really that perfect? He has to buy gifts for other women to feel powerful? Truly a great example of knighthood."
Julius's eyes narrowed. "Watch your words, Subaru."
"Or what?" Subaru shot back. "Would you beat me again like you did in the capital?"
Rem blinked, confusion etching her features. "What? As if I don't understand..."
Subaru turned to Rem, his voice bitter. "This guy is the one who beat me up after I tried to protect Emilia's name and ..." Subaru stopped himself, ashamed, his words trailing off.
Julius finished for him, his tone calm but firm. "As Subaru called himself Emilia's knight, insulted every knight, and then refused to say sorry."
Julius turned to Rem, his expression softening with regret. "I know it sounds bad, but back then, if I didn't beat up Subaru, other knights would punish him, and they would have killed him. I did the lesser evil, and I feel ashamed for it."
Subaru screamed, his face contorted with rage. "Because of you, Emilia died! You were the reason I couldn't save her!"
Julius turned to Subaru with hate in his eyes, a fire that showed he would not be insulted. "I have nothing to do with the death of Emilia. As a knight, if I had any knowledge of another candidate in danger, I would go help—I am a knight."
Anastasia interjected, her voice soothing but authoritative. "Calm down, both of you. It's fine—it's in the past. No one can go back in time and fix it."
But it only made Subaru even more angry, and he snarled at Julius. "You can fuck off! Neither you nor Anastasia nor the other candidates would help and let it happen. Truly the greatest knight that has taken the surname of his wife and is so desperate for attention he has to go for other men's wives."