The Princess's Private Tutoring - Chapter 1

Episode 1. A Man Who’s Big Down There

From time immemorial, the royal family of Mason has upheld a tradition. Whenever a royal child is born, they receive a prophecy from a sage.

The prophecies varied from very trivial and ordinary ones like ‘He will trip at five years old.’ to vague and abstract ones like ‘He shall become a king of prosperity.’

However, what was certain was that the sage’s prophecy had never been wrong.

Accuracy rate: 100%.

And so, an incident like today’s occurred.

“Marry the bald prince? Absolutely not, Your Majesty!”

“My beloved daughter Tia, for now, he is the best option. At least he’s closest in age to you…”

“Dad! Age isn’t the issue. He’s bald, bald! You know baldness is hereditary, right? I can’t leave bald genes in the Mason Kingdom!”

“Tia, but the time mentioned in the prophecy is almost here. I was hoping that you, that you would follow it…”

King Perriorson of the Mason Kingdom couldn’t finish his words and turned his head. His back trembled finely.

His aide quickly ran over and handed him a handkerchief. He tried to hide it, but anyone could tell he was crying.

Yet no one laughed or blamed the crying king. Everyone was shedding tears with one heart and mind—internally, that is.

Celestia let out a sigh.

This ridiculous farce of a weeping king and a sighing princess was all because of a prophecy.

A prophecy concerning Celestia, the only princess of the Mason Kingdom—adorable and clever from birth, the future and hope of the kingdom.

Celestia was a special child. She was the first daughter born into the royal family in nearly 300 years.

What’s more, she was born on a night when two moons hung in the sky over the Mason Kingdom. Two moons appearing was extremely rare, and according to the book of prophecies, it was a sign of a hero who would save the kingdom.

Despite her extraordinary birth, the tradition of receiving a prophecy at birth still applied the same.

Thus, she was born with two prophecies. But the destiny to become a hero was pushed aside the moment the second prophecy was heard.

Because the contents of the prophecy she received from the sage were extremely serious.

“Born with strong yin energy, if you do not receive yang energy to suppress it and continue doing so steadily before the age of twenty-three, your life will slowly wither, and your soul will be consumed by darkness. Only a cold death awaits you.”

Lofty words, but it basically meant she would die if she didn’t have sex before turning twenty-three.

On the day the prophecy was received, the king gave up food and wept. Because it was such a grim prophecy.

However, true to the unyielding spirit of the Mason royal family, he quickly pulled himself together.

The prophet had told him how to save Celestia.

She had to steadily receive yang energy to suppress her yin energy. That meant a quick marriage was essential.

Currently, the only way to receive yang energy was through sex, and in order to receive it regularly, she had to get married.

For regular sex, that is.

To save Celestia, Perriorson worked tirelessly.

And that effort was none other than pushing suitors onto her.

From the moment Celestia could speak and express her thoughts, he presented her with portraits of princes and nobles from all kinds of countries.

Celestia, being intelligent, could fluently speak her native language by around the age of three, so this had been going on for nineteen years already.

Over a hundred men had already been rejected by Celestia.

It was no exaggeration to say she had gone through nearly every prince her age on the continent.

And so, there were no more suitors left to push onto Celestia. Even the most famous matchmakers on the continent had long given up and left with both hands raised.

“The princess is far too picky!”

That was what the matchmaker said when leaving after declaring they were giving up.

That was already a year ago.

Back then, Perriorson blamed the matchmaker. He thought the conditions his daughter presented were perfectly reasonable.

But now, he was leaning toward thinking the matchmaker was right.

If they failed to find Celestia’s other half forever…

At the dreadful thought, Perriorson’s tears suddenly stopped. He straightened his posture and firmly grasped Celestia’s hand.

Today as well, Celestia was beautiful beyond the word ‘radiant.’

Blonde hair, green eyes reminiscent of a meadow, translucent skin, big eyes and a sharp nose—her features were so vivid they hurt to look at.

Thinking that this beautiful child might waste away made Perriorson’s heart not just ache but break.

“There’s no change to your ideal type, right?” he asked in a trembling voice.

“No, Your Majesty. I will absolutely marry my ideal type!”

Celestia raised her voice confidently, and Perriorson pressed his forehead while swallowing a groan.

Murmur, murmur—noise stirred around them.

“What’s the princess’s ideal type? Huh? What is it?”

Celestia’s ideal type, long known only for being picky—everyone was curious to know what it was.

***

“So, Miss Hailmary, I’m not asking for much.”

Celestia let out a series of sighs as she rested her arm on the velvet armrest of a blue sofa.

In front of her sat Hailmary Anderson, the eldest daughter of the Count Anderson family. Two years older than Celestia, she was soon to be married.

“Well. If you count the number, it’s not that many. But every single one of those conditions isn’t exactly normal, is it?” Hailmary rebutted Celestia’s claim.

Celestia, who had been half-reclining on the armrest, straightened her back. Her eyes widened.

“You really think so?”

“Yes.”

There was no hesitation in Hailmary’s answer. Celestia tilted her head with a bewildered expression.

“Exactly which condition?”

She couldn’t agree with Hailmary’s view.

Her ideal type was extremely ordinary. Of course, there was one particular condition that no other woman would likely consider.

“Shall we go over them one by one, Your Highness?”

“Very well, Miss Hailmary.”

Celestia even rolled up her sleeves, as if determined to prove how normal her ideal type was.

“Someone who does not covet power. That alone is already too difficult. The very fact that one marries a princess means he’s bound to be someone with immense ambition. And the candidates mentioned for Your Highness’s match are all kings, heirs to the throne, dukes, or successors of dukedoms.”

As the list went on, Hailmary paused to catch her breath.

“They’re inherently people with strong desire for power. Asking them not to covet power is like telling them to be reborn. It’s basically the same as saying they should cut off both arms and legs.”

“That’s how you interpret it? All I’m offering my future husband is freedom and peace. Power struggles are exhausting and dreadful. Besides, royal power is mine to begin with. Why should he covet what’s mine?”

As the one destined to become the first queen of the Mason Kingdom, Celestia had not the slightest intention of sharing the throne with her husband.

In history, being the ‘first’ held great meaning.

The saying that the first button must be fastened correctly didn’t exist for no reason. In that sense, Celestia had to become a great queen.

That was why she needed a spouse with no greed for power. The passion that would otherwise be wasted in power struggles with her husband should be used to develop the kingdom.

“I respect Your Highness’s views. However, it’s also true that such people are extremely rare. Shall we move on to the second?”

“Let’s say so. The second condition isn’t that demanding. Wanting someone handsome and tall is a condition anyone would wish for, right?”

“But there’s a caveat. A man who wouldn’t fall short standing next to the princess. Sadly… they’re extinct.”

Hailmary folded both hands over her chest and closed her eyes. She was genuinely saddened by the lack of handsome men in the world.

In truth, there were a fair number of decent-looking men in the kingdom.

The problem, however, was Celestia. She was considered the most beautiful woman in the entire history of the kingdom.

How many men could stand beside her without looking lacking?

A few faces did come to mind. But most of them were either her relatives or much older.

Children were not considered, of course, because Celestia’s bedroom urgency was immediate.

And an adult meeting with a minor—well, that was a moral issue!

If both were minors, maybe. But Celestia was a fully grown adult.

“But…”

Celestia opened her mouth to argue, but Hailmary was quicker to speak.

“Let’s suppose there is a man who meets Your Highness’s first two conditions. But the most important one is yet to come. The third condition. The one you say you absolutely cannot compromise on. That one is… oh dear, how embarrassing. I can’t even bring myself to say it.”

Hailmary blushed. She suddenly seemed hot and started fanning herself briskly.

“What’s wrong with my third condition?”

“What do you mean what’s wrong? Do you really not know?”

“Yes! If he’s a man, he should obviously have it. I’m simply stating a natural condition.”

Hailmary opened and closed her mouth. She seemed to want to say the third condition but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

So Celestia helped her relieve that difficulty and frustration.

“A man who’s big down there. A man with a big dick. A man with a big cock! That’s my type. It’ll never change.”

In the end, vulgar words poured out of Celestia’s mouth one after another.