A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

Cinderella Except It's Ayasaki And He Goes To The Ball To Kill The Prince

"Cinderella went to the ball to kill the prince."

Ayasaki gracefully enters the ballroom, though he's rather late.

He passes easily as a girl from his feminine curves and his disguise easily finishes the job.

He glides along smoothly with cold glass slippers that make an audible but dainty tap against the ballroom floor in the silent room.

They're awestruck by him.

Suckers.

If only they knew what was beneath his panties.

A gauzy, baby blue skirt billows around him, moving easily around his gorgeous legs. A slightly darker bodice is actually covering a bustier which gives the illusion that he's not completely flat.

He decides to leave his long hair in a ponytail with a few small braids in it. His long bangs still offer some cover over his face. He wears long, elegant gloves that just pass his elbows, such a pale shade of blue they're almost white. Finally, he leaves his black choker on.

He stops in front of the prince, curtseying politely. "Your majesty," he murmurs.

An hour later, he's lying on the prince's bed, the prince's gloved hands running up his legs.

He clenches his teeth in his mouth, itching to get his job done, what he came here to do, but it appears the prince has other plans.

"I need a womb for my heir, and that was the purpose for the ball."

Aya nods, but frowns at the prince's back when the man stands. The prince is a pedophile, plain and simple.

He'd gone out in disguise to local high schools and even middle schools, seducing the unsuspecting students and having sex with them, only revealing his identity at the end.

Many girls were now being abused for their premature pregnancies.

And he, Ayasaki, is here to kill the prince. He's a tyrant, and evidence indicates him as the leader in a plot to kill the king.

"As my future wife, you're my property."

Aya forces himself not to react.

"I want you to look excellent for our wedding tomorrow morning, and being too sore to walk wouldn't be very lady like would it?"

And so it happens that Aya receives his own room for one night, a room in which he is locked.

He could escape if he so felt like it, but what good would that do?

He'll kill the prince at the wedding.

He's awoken at around three in the morning, grumpy but for the sake of the mission attempting to be patient.

He'd disrobed the night before, choosing to sleep naked.

The first maid who entered gasped when she saw that he was not, in fact, a lady, but he presses a finger to his lips, slipping a necklace into her hand.

She took one look at it and immediately understood his purpose here.

With a grim nod, she hands it back, turning away as he slips on another pair of panties.

He stands, his long sheets of pale, silky blond hair spilling over his back and shoulders.

The maid, for the moment is the only one needed to assist him, and that's for dressing him. He gasps a little when she pulls the corset as tight as the prince desires, wondering how the hell he expected his wife to live.