Chapter 135: Moonlit Embarrassments
Dila slowly pushed open the carriage door, the old wood creaking faintly under her touch. Her bare sandals scuffed lightly against the dirt floor as she stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against the blood-stained fabric of her uniform. The remnants of dried blood clung stubbornly to the edges of her sleeves and chest, a silent reminder of the horrors they had faced earlier.
"Sister, where are you going?" Fran’s voice was small, anxious, but steady as she peeked from behind the doorway, her cat ears twitching nervously in the moonlight.
"I... I need to go outside to pee," Dila said softly, almost too quietly, her blue eyes flicking toward the dark forest that pressed in around the carriage. The faint light of the moon barely illuminated the path, casting long, wavering shadows that made the trees look like silent, watching guardians.
Fran hesitated, but then nodded firmly. "Okay... sister, but let me come with you."
Dila glanced at her companion sister, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the exhaustion etched into her features. "Alright."
As the carriage door swung open with a creak, the chill of the night air brushed against Fran skin. The bloodstains on her uniform seemed to absorb the silver moonlight, dark patches reflecting the soft glow. The forest was dense around them, its silence heavy except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze and the gentle stamping of the exhausted horses nearby.
The carriage driver, who had been tending the horses, straightened at the movement and cleared his throat nervously, his face flushing slightly under the lamp-light. "Umm... Princess... where are you going... at night? Please... don’t leave the carriage..." His voice wavered, almost breaking, and he quickly covered his mouth with his right hand, stammering through a soft "ahem" to regain composure.
Dila looked over her shoulder at him with calm composure, though a flicker of amusement touched her gaze. "Unfortunately... I need to pee," she said plainly.
The carriage driver’s eyes widened, and he shuffled awkwardly, still trying to hide his blush. "P-please... if you must... pee, just pee closer to the carriage. You can hide behind the back... it’s... safer."
Dila simply nodded, unbothered, and add another stepped carefully onto the soft dirt, feeling the slight chill creeping through her sandals. Fran followed closely behind, her small frame almost pressed against Dila’s back protectively. The moonlight glinted off Fran’s hair, her triangle hairpin catching a faint gleam as her tail flicked nervously.
The driver returned to tending the horses, checking their water and their breathing, muttering soft encouragements to them under his breath. The night seemed still once more, the forest around them whispering softly with the wind, and the gentle clopping of the horses’ hooves on the dirt giving a fragile sense of life in the otherwise silent darkness.
Dila crouched slightly near the side of the carriage but suddenly she stand up instead hooking up her skirt with her hand and she tried to glid down her pantie to her thighs and then legs , the shadows of the forest providing privacy. Fran stayed close, her hands twitching slightly as she gripped Dila’s sleeve, both of them silently sharing the tension, exhaustion, and lingering fear of the past bloody events. The cold air brushed against their faces, the night thick and heavy around them, but for a brief moment, it was just the two of them against the world.
Fran was crouching nearby, her face already turning pink as she glanced at her sister. Dila stood calmly, holding her skirt up as if the whole thing didn’t bother her at all, her eyes fixed on the dark forest ahead.
Fran puffed her cheeks, lowering her voice in a fluster. "Sister... why are you standing while peeing? It’s kind of embarrassing..."
Dila didn’t even blink. Her voice was soft but distant, as if she were lost in her own world. "It doesn’t matter. This way is fine."
Fran’s tail flicked behind her nervously as she squirmed where she crouched. Her blush deepened, and she whispered again, almost whining, "But... but sister, you might... you know... get yourself soaked because of the way it falls... the gravity and all..." She stammered, her words tumbling out as her ears twitched madly.
Still, Dila stayed composed, her silver hair catching the pale moonlight as she remained unfazed.
Fran groaned, hiding her face with her left hand, though she couldn’t help peeking between her fingers. "Nooo... you’ll wet yourself, sister! Don’t be so calm about it!" she muttered, her voice shaking with embarrassment.
Her little squeaks and protests echoed softly in the quiet night, making the moment strangely funny. Dila was as serene as ever, while Fran looked like a flustered mess, torn between covering her face and sneaking guilty glances.
Dila glanced down at herself, then sighed softly. Her calm voice carried no shame, only a faint note of realization. "Umm... I guess you’re right, Fran. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember. Maybe I should start sitting down instead... but I can’t."
Fran’s mouth fell open, her face instantly flushed. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. "Y-you did what? Sister... you mean... every time you... you’ve always soaked yourself?" Her voice trembled, caught between disbelief and laughter.
Dila’s expression stayed flat, her tone utterly deadpan as she answered, "Yeah."
Fran pressed her hands against her burning cheeks, ears twitching, tail swishing in panic. Her voice cracked as she blurted, "I-I can’t believe it... ahh, you’re hopeless, sister!" She tried to sound scolding, but her laughter slipped through her words, making it all the more awkward.
Meanwhile, Dila calmly bent down, lifting one leg, then the other, as she slowly slipped off her damp undergarment with a graceful but unbothered motion. She moved as though it were the most normal thing in the world, her silver hair glowing faintly in the moonlight.
Fran, on the other hand, looked like she might faint from how hot her face felt. Her breath quickened, and she stammered, "S-sister, why... why so exposed all of a sudden...?"
Dila tilted her head slightly, her voice cool but tinged with a hint of dry humor. "Why be shy now? You’ve already seen everything about me before."
Fran covered her face with both hands, groaning as if her head would explode. "Y-yes, I know, but it’s still embarrassing when you... when you soak yourself like that!" Her voice was muffled, almost squeaky from the heat in her cheeks.
Then, unexpectedly, a small chuckle slipped past Dila’s lips. Soft, quiet... but genuine.
Fran froze, peeking through her fingers, eyes wide. For a moment, she forgot her embarrassment, because hearing Dila laugh even faintly was rare and precious.
Then...
Dila let out a quiet breath and turned toward the carriage. "Okay... I’ll head back now," she said softly, her usual calm voice steady.
But Fran’s face suddenly turned crimson again as she leapt forward, spreading her arms to block Dila. "N-nooo!" she squeaked, her tail puffing up, ears twitching wildly. She quickly pressed her hands against the hem of Dila’s skirt, tugging it down frantically. "S-sister, your skirt is way too short... the carriage driver might s-see your... you know!"
Dila froze, her blue eyes widening slightly, a faint flush creeping onto her pale cheeks. "So what?" she asked, her tone cool as ever, but her voice carried a crack of embarrassment.
Fran gasped as if she’d been struck, puffing her cheeks in protest. "S-so what?!" she repeated, pouting hard as she looked up at Dila with watery eyes. "D-don’t you have any decency at all, sister? That’s... that’s not something you can just show to people!" Her voice trembled, half scolding, half panicked, while her hands clung stubbornly to the edge of Dila’s skirt to keep it down.
For a moment, silence hung between them. Dila lowered her gaze, thoughtful, her lips pressing into a thin line. In her mind, she admitted quietly... Yeah... Fran was right. A girl should be careful... she should guard what must never be seen.
Her fingers twitched, then she surprised Fran by gently placing her hand over Fran’s, still holding down the skirt. Her grip was light but certain. Dila’s voice came low, almost tender. "Okay..." she said.
Fran blinked, her blush deepening as her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure if Dila agreed because she truly felt embarrassed... or because, in her own way, Dila was showing trust.
The forest night whispered around them, the moonlight brushing against the two figures one flustered, one quietly composed sharing a moment that was both awkward and strangely intimate in its innocence.
Dila walked slowly back toward the carriage, both hands tugging at her skirt—one in front and the other behind—trying to keep it down. Her steps were small, a little stiff, but steady. Fran hurried ahead of her, arms spread wide like a little shield, her ears twitching and tail swishing nervously as if she could somehow block all sight from the carriage driver.
When they reached the carriage, the old man turned from tending the horses and tilted his head. "Ohhh, Princess... are you done?" His voice was kind, but then his brow furrowed as he noticed Dila’s awkward posture. "Umm... Princess, why are you holding your skirt like that? Are you about to pee again? Or maybe your stomach hurts?" he asked innocently, scratching his cheek in confusion.
Fran’s face turned bright red in an instant. She laughed awkwardly, waving her hands in front of him. "Y-yeah, my sister’s stomach hurt a little! You know... after, um... yeah, that’s all!" Her words tumbled out quickly, her tail flicking like crazy behind her.
Then, as the driver turned back toward the horses, Fran leaned close to Dila, whispering with her voice trembling, "S-sister... did you bring your soaked pantie back with you?"
Dila, her expression completely flat, tilted her head slightly. In the same deadpan voice, she whispered back, "Yes. I’m holding it... along with my skirt... in the back." She shifted her hand subtly, clutching something behind her with calm indifference.
Fran nearly choked on her own breath, her face so red it could glow under the moonlight. She covered her mouth with both hands, trying not to squeal. "S-s-sister...!" she hissed, her shoulders trembling between embarrassment and laughter.
Meanwhile, Dila just looked at her blankly, blue eyes steady as ever, as though none of this fazed her. To her, it was just another small inconvenience. But for Fran, it was the most awkward and hilarious thing in the world, and she couldn’t decide whether to cry, laugh, or faint.
The night forest around them was quiet, the sound of the horses drinking and the soft creak of the carriage filling the air, while the sisters carried their strange, funny secret under the moonlight.
As they arrived at the carriage door and entered....
Then Inside the carriage, the lamps swayed faintly with each movement of the their foot step inside, filling the cabin with a soft golden glow. Fran slumped into the seat beside Dila and let out a long breath, fanning her flushed face with her hand. "Whew... that was intense..." she said dramatically, puffing her cheeks like she had just survived a war.
Dila sat quietly across from her, still curled into her seat, her uniform faintly wrinkled, eyes gazing flatly at Fran. "Yeah... that was intense," she replied, her voice steady, deadpan, as though she were commenting on the weather. Her face didn’t shift an inch, not even a hint of embarrassment showing.
Fran stared at her for a moment... then suddenly broke into soft giggles, covering her mouth as she tried to hold them back. "Pfft—what are you even made of, sister? You don’t get embarrassed at all... But!" Her eyes lit up mischievously as her voice lifted, "When it was your first time in the castle spring—you squeaked like crazy when we bathed together hahahah!"
Dila’s calm expression cracked instantly. Her cheeks turned a soft pink as she whipped her head toward Fran. "D-Don’t bring that back, you know..." she muttered, her voice shaking just slightly, ears twitching as her blush deepened.
Fran laughed even harder, doubling over a little, hugging her stomach as she tried to keep quiet. "Ahahaha! Your face, sister! You’re finally blushing hard!" she teased, her tail flicking playfully as she leaned closer, eyes gleaming.
Dila looked away sharply, pressing her lips together, trying to regain her cold composure. But the faint red across her face has deepened betrayed her.
The two of them sat in the carriage, one trying to hide her embarrassment, the other laughing softly at the rare sight. Outside, the quiet forest night wrapped around them, but inside, it was filled with warmth and sisterly teasing.
Fran suddenly leaned forward with a mischievous grin, her blue eyes sparkling like she was up to no good. "Alright, sister... let me help you change your pantie, oky?" she teased, tilting her head, her cat ears twitching playfully.
Dila’s face flushed at once, her composure breaking as she turned away, clutching at her cheeks. "Y-Yeah right..." she muttered. Still, with a reluctant hand, she reached under the seat, pulling open the hidden drawer where spare clothes and uniforms were folded neatly. She avoided the uniforms entirely and pulled out one fresh pantie, pressing them tightly to her chest.
Fran giggled, reaching over. "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it!" she said as though she was some sort of expert helper. She crouched in front of Dila.
Then Dila gave the pantie to Fran while grabbing it accepting with her hands, Fran’s own cheeks a little pink as she slid the clean pantie over Dila’s ankles and gently guided it up her legs. Her hands were shaking slightly, but she kept smiling.
Meanwhile, Dila had covered her entire face with both hands, ears burning red. "Just... just let it be over quickly..." she whispered, her voice muffled behind her palms.
Fran smirked, unable to hold back her laughter. "Fufu... you know what, sis? You’re just like a baby. Hahaha!" she teased, adjusting the waistband snugly.
"Shut up..." Dila murmured softly, her voice faint but filled with embarrassment. Her blush spread to her neck as she dared not look.
Fran only grinned wider, leaning back with satisfaction. "There, all done. See? You survived!" she chirped, clearly enjoying every second of teasing her reserved sister.
The atmosphere inside the carriage lightened, turning from the grim memory of battle into something warm, silly, and sisterly.... though Dila silently vowed revenge for Fran’s endless teasing later but even her self is not sure if it will happen or not hahahah.