Lucas stood in front of the mirror, his gaze fixed on the voluptuous woman staring back at him. For the first time since arriving in this world, he had a moment of peace to truly take in his new body.
The reflection of Alberia—or rather, his reflection—stood before him, draped in the outrageously revealing sacred dress.
"She really does have a beautiful face..." he thought as he ran his fingers lightly over his new, soft lips.
Even after two almost full days in this body, the reality of it still hadn't fully sunk in. He knew it would take time to adjust... but when he would adjust, he had no idea.
Lucas' gaze lowered.
The real challenge, however, would be getting used to the two enormous watermelons attached to his chest.
Even after all the training with Aislyra, he still wasn't prepared for the way they bounced with every little movement, the sheer weight of them, and—above all—the sensations they sent through his body whenever they shifted.
But, if he was being honest… he was fascinated by them.
Before yesterday, he had never seen real breasts this massive outside of, well... certain places on the internet. And, like most men, he had always been attracted to large breasts.
And now... he had the biggest ones he'd ever seen.
As he watched them rise and fall with each breath, they seemed almost hypnotically soft…
Lucas swallowed hard.
"It's my body now… and Katerina did give me permission…" he muttered, as if justifying what he was about to do.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out toward one of the massive mounds of flesh.
Unlike yesterday morning, this time, there was no distraction to stop him.
His trembling fingers finally made contact.
Soft.
Just as he expected, they were incredibly soft.
His hand stayed there, motionless for several seconds—partly out of hesitation, partly because he simply wasn't sure what to do next.
But curiosity had been eating at him since the moment he first felt their weight pressing against his chest yesterday morning.
So, hesitantly, he slid his hand beneath one and tried to lift it, though it was far too large to fit in his grasp.
"Wow… this must weigh over a kilo!" he whispered in disbelief.
But as his body began to heat up, a sudden wave of panic rushed through him, and he quickly and gently let it fall back into place
Nope. That was enough of that for now.
Now, his attention shifted lower.
To the place he had been actively avoiding thinking about for the last two days.
It was time to face reality.
His hand moved down, hesitating only slightly before reaching where his 'family jewels' should have been.
Nothing.
Lucas exhaled.
"Yup… it's gone," he muttered, his voice tinged with an odd mixture of disbelief and finality.
Of course, he had already realized this yesterday—it wasn't exactly something that was easy to miss—but actually feeling the absence of something he had lived with for twenty years was… unsettling.
He swallowed and then, in a solemn yet dramatic voice, placed a hand over his chest.
"Don't worry, my great friend... I will always remember you!"
Then, after a moment of silence, he let out a breath and decided that was enough existential crisis for one night.
But he didn't dare dwell on it any further—just acknowledging its absence was enough.
The mere thought of Aislyra's reaction if she ever found out he had touched her sister's private parts sent a shiver down his spine. One thing was certain—it wouldn't end well.
Even thinking about her reaction if she found out was enough to send a shiver down his spine.
Instead, his hands drifted behind him, reaching another part of his body that he hadn't really thought about—his new ass.
He turned slightly, angling himself to get a better view in the mirror.
It was… big.
Not quite on the same level as his absurdly large breasts, but still far larger than anything he had ever possessed in his previous life.
And now that he was finally paying attention to it, he realized that every time he sat down in these two days, it had felt like he was sitting on a built-in cushion.
Soft… but firm.
He experimentally gave it a squeeze, feeling the strange contrast between plushness and tight muscle beneath.
Then, his hands slid lower.
His thighs—thick and toned—were just as soft to the touch as the rest of him, and when he ran his fingers along them, a small, involuntary shiver ran through his body.
One thing was clear, though.
Every single part of Alberia's body was insanely attractive.
And the fact that this body was now his…
Lucas gulped.
It was a strange feeling—somewhere between pleasant and utterly mortifying.
But Lucas wasn't finished exploring himself just yet.
His gaze drifted back down to the most striking part of his new body—his massive breasts.
Throughout the day, he had felt them bounce constantly during training and the hunt. It wasn't exactly a pleasant sensation—more like a constant reminder of their sheer size and weight—but curiosity still gnawed at him.
He wanted to see what it looked like from the outside.
So, standing firmly in front of the mirror, Lucas began to jump up and down.
The result?
A spectacle that could only be described as erotic. Extremely erotic.
The way they bounced, jiggled, and swayed with every movement was... mesmerizing. Hypnotic, even. He couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Wow... fantastic..." Lucas whispered, utterly captivated.
But while the sight was undeniably fascinating, the feeling wasn't exactly comfortable.
His breasts were starting to ache from the repeated movement, so he quickly stopped.
Still, after everything he had observed, there was one more thing he wanted to try.
A good squeeze.
He slowly raised both hands, hesitantly reaching toward the soft, heavy mounds—
Knock, knock.
Lucas froze.
"Your Majesty, I've brought your dinner. May I come in?" came Katerina's calm voice from behind the door.
Panic.
His hands snapped behind his back, his face turning an alarming shade of red.
"O-of course! Come in!" he blurted, voice cracking slightly.
A few moments later, the door opened, and Katerina entered with her usual composed smile, pushing a silver trolley with his dinner neatly arranged on top.
Lucas forced himself to calm down, taking slow, measured breaths as he focused on eating.
Katerina, as always, stood quietly behind him, watching over him like the perfect maid she was.
But just as he was about to take another bite, he suddenly felt warm breath against his long, pointed ears.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the exploration, Mr. Lucas," Katerina whispered in a teasing, provocative voice.
Then, just as quickly as she had leaned in, she straightened back up, returning to her usual position behind him.
Lucas nearly choked.
"What?!" he coughed, spinning around to face her.
But Katerina simply smiled, her expression perfectly innocent.
His face burned hotter than ever, and for the rest of the meal, he ate in complete silence, too flustered to say another word.
After he had finished eating, Katerina swiftly wiped his mouth with a napkin, her usual composure completely unshaken.
"Well, Mr. Lucas," she said, setting the napkin aside, "I'll return to guarding your door, but before I leave, I must remind you not to stay up too late.
"Tomorrow is your first official day as queen. You will have to maintain Alberia's image at all times, and the palace will be full of guards and servants watching your every move. It will be exhausting.
"But don't worry—Lady Aislyra, Lady Sequoria, and I will be by your side to guide you."
Lucas exhaled, feeling the weight of responsibility settle back onto his shoulders.
"Yeah… you're right, Katerina. But don't worry, I was already planning to go to bed soon. I know I'll need all my energy tomorrow."
Katerina nodded approvingly.
Then, with a small, elegant bow, she added, "One last thing, Mr. Lucas—starting tomorrow, outside of private situations, no one will call you by that name. You are Alberia now. Be prepared to answer to it."
With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Now alone again, Lucas let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the bed.
He was far too tired and embarrassed to continue his self-exploration, and as Katerina had warned, tomorrow was going to be a long, exhausting day.
The palace would be bustling with people, and for the first time, he would have to play the role of Alberia in front of an audience.
Sequoria had talked to him about Alberia's personality—thankfully, she hadn't been a strict or overly regal queen, which made things easier—but even so, the thought of making a mistake and being exposed loomed over him.
And then there were the ministers.
Sequoria had told him about them, describing their personalities and responsibilities in great detail—but hearing about them and actually meeting them were two entirely different things.
Would they notice something was off?
Would they sense that the person sitting on the throne wasn't truly Alberia?
Lucas pulled the covers over his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
No.
He couldn't afford to think like that.
This was his life now.
"I hope I can play my role well," Lucas thought as he slipped on his nightgown.
Then, he collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion from the day's events pulling him into sleep despite his lingering anxiety about tomorrow.
The next morning, a firm knock on the door pulled Lucas out of his peaceful slumber.
"Lady Alberia, it's time to wake up."
Still groggy, Lucas took a moment to process the words, before remembering that Katerina was talking to him.
"Good morning, Katerina," he mumbled, yawning.
"Good morning, Your Majesty," Katerina replied, already standing beside his bed.
Within less than a minute, Lucas was fully dressed, his long hair perfectly styled, and he was officially ready to begin his first real day as queen.
But before they left the room, Katerina took a moment to explain the schedule for the day.
"Since you need to make up for two days of absence, there will be no lessons today. This morning, you will meet with the ministers in the throne room. Aside from presenting their usual proposals, they are also concerned about your health.
"After that, you will have lunch in the palace dining hall. Then, in the afternoon, you will deliver a speech to the people to reassure them of your well-being, before returning to the throne room until evening."
Lucas listened carefully, and while meeting the ministers made him slightly nervous, he wasn't too worried—Sequoria would be there to guide him, after all.
However, the moment Katerina mentioned what he had to do after lunch, Lucas' stomach dropped.
"I HAVE TO GIVE A SPEECH?!" he blurted out, his face going pale.
"Yes," Katerina confirmed calmly. "The people are concerned and want to see their queen healthy and well. But don't worry—I called it a speech, but it's not actually that important what you say. The main goal is simply to appear strong and healthy."
Lucas exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself.
"Okay… okay. I think I can handle that. But where exactly do I have to give this speech?"
"There is a royal balcony above the largest plaza in the city, specifically designed for public addresses. You will use the sound amplification magic I taught you yesterday."
Lucas groaned internally.
The idea of standing before what was likely to be a massive crowd, wearing this outfit, was beyond embarrassing.
But what choice did he have?
With a resigned sigh, he nodded to Katerina.
"Alright. Let's just get this over with."
Katerina nodded in approval.
"Good. Now, let's head to the throne room. Lady Aislyra and Lady Sequoria are waiting for you there. Be mindful—now that the palace has returned to normal operations, the halls will be full of servants and guards."
"Yeah… I figured as much," Lucas said solemnly.
And with that, the two of them stepped out of the room and began their walk toward the throne room.
Just as Katerina had warned, the palace halls—which had been eerily empty the past two days—were now bustling with life.
Servants with pointed ears moved swiftly, dusting, polishing, and tidying up every corner. It was clear that after two days of inactivity, they were catching up on all the work they had missed.
But what unsettled Lucas the most was the way everyone reacted whenever he walked by.
No matter what they were doing, they immediately stopped and bowed deeply the moment they noticed him.
Uncertain about how to respond, Lucas simply gave them the best smile he could muster and offered a small wave before continuing forward.
After weaving through the lively corridors, the two finally arrived at a massive set of double doors, adorned with intricate golden details.
Standing guard before the towering entrance were two knights clad in heavy armor, each wielding a massive greatsword similar to Aislyra's.
The moment the guards saw the queen approaching, they dropped to one knee in perfect unison.
"Welcome back, Your Majesty. We are relieved to see you in good health."
Lucas took a deep breath before responding in his most regal voice,
"Thank you for your concern. As you can see, I am well."
The two guards nodded and immediately rose to their feet before pushing open the enormous doors, revealing the grand throne room beyond.
As Lucas stepped forward, he felt the full weight of his new life settle upon his shoulders.
The role of the new Queen Alberia had officially begun.