I sat alone in my room, dinner delivered by servants.

What’s with this? Like I’d run away or something.

Impossible!

Bessdaitiel entered with two maids carrying trays.

One held towels, shampoo, and an unfamiliar purple bottle of shimmering liquid.

The other held folded clothes.

“Your Highness, it’s 9 PM. Time for your bath and attire change,” said Bessdaitiel, her dark skin contrasting her curvaceous frame.

“How’s Sulia’s injury?” I asked.

“Injury?” Bessdaitiel grinned slyly. “For a high vampire? Trivial. She slept off a wound like that after drinking some vintage dragon’s blood.”

“Dragon’s blood?” I’d heard tales of its power. “That must cost a fortune. Can the Undercity treasury reimburse her?”

“Heh, Sulia’s loaded—way richer than our nearly bankrupt Undercity vaults! Though rumor says virgin demon princess blood works wonders for vampires. If you truly wish to repay her…”

“Stop right there!” I cut her off. No way I’d hear the rest.

“Time’s short, Princess. Bathe and change. Or if you’re tired… I could wash you. We’re both girls, after all.”

“No thanks,” I muttered.

I grabbed the bath tray and turned toward the bathroom.

“One more thing—hand over your teleportation ring, Spatial Ring, all magical items,” Bessdaitiel called.

“Huh? Why?”

“Adult Ceremony rules. You must return to a student’s starting point—not the privileged Undercity Princess. Makes the education more effective.”

“Tch… Fine. I’m still the Princess. Even without these, you wouldn’t dare cross me.”

With slight hesitation, I handed Bessdaitiel my rings and artifacts.

Then, clutching the bath supplies, I retreated to the bathroom.

“Princess—that purple bottle? Apply it everywhere on your body while washing.”

“Eh?!” My face burned. “G-got it!”

What weird goo is this?! That sticky purple stuff—safe to smear all over?

*Sigh.* I shut the bathroom door, leaning against it. Finally, alone.

That awful period had ended. Days of chaos had left no room to breathe.

Now, quiet.

Though… I’d still face *training* later—

“No!” I covered my mouth, blushing. Was I brainwashed too? Not *training*—just education. Strict… guidance, at most.

Unconsciously, I bit the back of my finger, legs pressed tight together, cheeks flaming.

Whether managed or educated, I wouldn’t decide anything. As Undercity ruler, this was oddly relaxing. Just surrender to my two Senior Sisters. They wouldn’t devour me.

Right. Bath time.

Bath time… Only now did the reality hit me.

Of course I’d bathed alone daily before!

But secretly—I’d always washed blindfolded. Certain areas? Only rinsed. Never touched. My own body still felt foreign; a girl’s form, impossible to face without flinching.

I stared at the mirror. Was this self-deception pointless?

My dress slid off, revealing a slender yet softly curved figure. Pale skin glowed with a delicate grace—not overtly sensual, but radiating a fragile, maidenly charm.

Blushing, I reached behind my back. My fingers found the clasp of my bra with practiced ease no boy could mimic…

I sank into the wide, private bath—the Undercity’s most luxurious.

A tiny purple demon-shaped bath toy bobbed on the water. I pressed it under, watching it pop back up.

Somehow, sadness crept in.

These days, I’d grown used to bras, stockings, feminine care… even post-bath skincare. This soft, fragrant routine had become comfort. Yet now, remembering it felt like loss.

Deep down, I never wanted to be a girl. But chaos drowned my thoughts until… I’d half-accepted it.

Through the steam, the mirror showed a tender young woman, half-submerged in water.

I truly didn’t want this. Not at all.

I couldn’t embrace this body just because Senior Sister liked girls—especially ones like me. Where would *I* stand then?

If I were still male… and chose to become female for her? Maybe I’d agree—but only after agonizing over it. A choice *I* made.

I’d give anything for Senior Sister. Even become a girl!

But I couldn’t accept being *made* one—unaware, unasked. Her liking girls? Pure coincidence. This life might be grander than my old shut-in existence… but it wasn’t *mine*. I was just… lying in the Undercity’s depths, at the mercy of fate.

How shameful.