Work Text:
Prehre was not a rare fruit, but any fruit in Yurgenschmidt always tasted slightly different than one from earth. Surprisingly, the one grown in Alexandria matched the familiar peach she knew from Japan, which was sent from her father’s hometown every year. Still, she was a noble so she could not eat this peach deliciously as Rozemyne Aub Alexandria.
“What injustice! I know this country doesn’t have the concept of human rights, but still!”
She wished as a commoner she could do it, but she had to wait until the next month and Rozemyne was afraid her sister and mother would not be onboard with Motosu-style peach eating either. Less than a decade ago, they didn’t have the concept of a proper toilet but leading figures in the fashion industry, both Tuuli and Effa were getting more refined day by day.
Still, Rozemyne wanted to eat peach deliciously and damn it! Her noble status was not going to stop her!
“Lieseletta, please ask the kitchen to send me the pink prehre to my room.”
“Of course, Milady… would you like them to salt it or have it scorched with sugar glaze?”
Rozemyne smiled, “No, I wish to have them as is… unpeeled.”
Lieseletta was still smiling, but the twitch of her eyebrow said Rozemyne’s request was troubling. “That’s… at least let the chef cut it up.”
“No.” Rozemyne said it firmly. “I want to enjoy the entire experience to the fullest in my Hidden Room, it would take less than half a bell before my bedtime.”
“...As you wish, Milady.”
Lieseletta brought the fruit as she requested and left the plate with three fist sized peaches on the table. Rozemyne had changed into her special nightgown, which if anything made Lieseletta even more unsettled by her behavior. Rozemyne didn’t care and asked Lieseletta to leave her alone and to call her in half a bell.
Even though it was her hidden room, she still had a shumil to guard her and tonight was Dinant’s turn. She had him turned around for her privacy, after all Ferdinand would not blame her if Dinant didn’t spy on her the entire night especially in her Hidden room, it was enough the automaton was around to ensure she was not too far gone to book-land. Well, tonight’s destination was peach-shangrila!
As soon as the door was closed, Rozemyne untied the nightgown, revealing the earth style pajama with short sleeve and knee length bottom. It was her full relaxation-mode attire in Hidden Room and had a baby doll style nightgown covering it most of the time to make it looking appropriate for noble.
Rozemyne also undid her simple updo and used her hairpin to bundle all her hair up so it wouldn’t get in the way. She also retrieved a simple small basin usually used by attendants to bring warm water to wash face in the morning, there was no sink in this world so a basin had to be done.
Now, Rozemyne was ready to eat peach deliciously, Motosu-family style.
Rozemyne began peeling the peach by hand, an inexplicable thing for nobles and elite chef because prehre had sticky sweet juice but it was a mush for Rozemyne. “If you peel it like this, the peach will be as juicy as possible.”
Now she had peeled all the fuzzy skin of the fruit, she had a ball of pale yellow goodness. Rozemyne felt her mana shudder under her skin as she opened her mouth wide and sank her teeth onto the juicy flesh. The nectar burst through from the side, wetting her entire mouth and lips.
“Mmh!” Rozemyne squirmed as the fragrance of fruity pulp stung her nose but the joy of chewing mouthful of sweetness made her eyes water. She slurped down the endless juice coming from the bite, making loud noise of unbecoming of a noble as she sucked and swallow everything. However the juice would keep dripping, making half of her face all sticky before the excess dribbled down her chin. Her free left hand cupped under her chin to catch the sweet liquid as her dominant hand kept pushing the fruit to her open mouth.
“Haaa…” She took a short break to breathe before diving in once again, there was more juice dripping and she couldn’t waste it so Rozemyne raised her elbow and threw her head back slightly to catch all the juices. “Slurp!” Her lips moved vigorously to devour more of the flesh, and gulping down what was left until only a seed left in her hand. She sucked the seed, making popping sound as it became wet with her saliva.
“Happiness…” She sighed with relief, “Hmm…” It was bad manners, but even though she could clean her hands with cleaning spell, she was already too far gone and just enjoyed sucking her fingers and licking her sticky arm. “Phew!”
Should she clean herself now? Absolutely not! She was going for the second round! ”One more!” She peeled the second one before diving in. “Itadakimasu~”
Unknown to Rozemyne, her overly excited behavior over unpeeled Prehre alarmed Lieseletta. Especially since her mana became quite unstable upon seeing the unprocessed fruit and how the Aub went as far as using extreme privacy measure just over fruit. Lieseletta respected Rozemyne’s privacy, but this could concern her health so she informed Ferdinand of this unusual occurrence.
So Ferdinand checked on Rozemyne through Dinant, the automaton was recently updated with the water mirror’s function. So a separate magical tool could project the image and sound Dinant witnessed in real time. Ferdinand was thoroughly confused why Dinant was ordered to turn around as if she was doing something secretive at the level of countrywide’s confidential issue. Ferdinand could only see the door of Rozemyne’s hidden room but he heard the weird… noises. Slurping noise and Rozemyne’s moaning.
“...” Ferdinand was so glad he entered his hidden room before checking on his fiancée.
Rozemyne came from a shameless world, it was normal for her to indulge in that kind of pleasure and she was doing it herself anyway. He would never look down on her for her ‘basic need’ and unlike Ferdinand, Rozemyne didn’t have her hormone surge quelled by a horrible step-mother via abuse in her delicate age.
He decided to turn it off, anymore and he would lose his mind. Duldetzen help him!
“Phew… one more… this one is even bigger!”
What was she talking about? Ferdinand grew very suspicious, and surely Rozemyne was not using ‘help’ to relieve the excess of Beischmacht’s blessing?! So against his better judgment, Ferdinand had Dinant turn around and witness the most depraved sight he had ever seen.
Rozemyne was dressed in skimpy clothing reminiscent of her otherworld’s fashion, and yet she was very indecent while eating a prehre. Greedily devouring the fruit whole, trying to fit in as much as she could into her tiny mouth. It was a different kind of dazed look than one she wore while reading, she looked euphoric and drunk to the point of forgetting everything.
He wanted to yell at her to not act so inappropriate, but that was her hidden room! Ferdinand knew a Hidden Room was very important to nobles especially Rozemyne, as long as she was not endangering herself, Ferdinand had no right to dictate what she was doing in her private time. Spying on her was already violating her trust.
He should stop watching and…
“Slurp! Aaah~ ♥️”
That night was the most sleepless night for Ferdinand since the founding of Alexandria. Ferdinand’s eyes were bloodshot as he puzzled over why Rozemyne had to eat fruit in such a shameless way. It was not until one and half year later during their first night, Ferdinand learned the temptation of delicious fruits and how even someone like him would throw propriety out of the window. Prehre was such an obscenely shaped fruit that must have been created by Beischmacht even though it was a spring fruit.
“I can’t believe you, Ferdinand! I thought you hate women, how could you be so…”
Rozemyne was going phooey- phooey first thing in the morning she woke after their first night. It took all Ferdinand’s self control to not tell the truth, the one who taught him to eat fruit shamelessly was none other than Rozemyne herself.
Aub of Alexandria never found out why her husband could not look at ripe and whole Prehre for the rest of his life without frowning. Or why Ferdinand at times insulted Sylvester as Prehre-headed idiot whenever Sylvester tried to complain about married life routine in bed to his brother.
End~
Extra:
“And so I, Beischmacht… declare Prehre as my sacred fruit!”
No spring goddess made any objection, not even Flutrane who despised Ewigeliebe and his obscene subordinate. After all… their most beloved human child had made it known no God could claim said fruit as sacred more than Beischmacht.