A Flat-Chest Believer Reincarnated in a World Where Women with Small Breasts Aren't Treated as Women ~ I Ended Up with a Flat-Chested Harem. - Chapter 5

“Folca has clearly expressed his desire to marry Risty, even in a private setting between the two of them,” King Leogalza stated in a secluded room within the royal castle.

Along with the King were Queen Charlotte, the former King (Leogalza’s father), and two of the King’s most trusted retainers, making a total of five people present.

“This is good news. Queen, did you foresee this outcome?” the former King asked Queen Charlotte. The proposal to the Gustique family had been strongly pushed by her.

“No, I actually thought there was a high chance of it being rejected. But I noticed that Risty had feelings for Folca, so even if the proposal were declined, I thought it would help her come to terms with her emotions,” the Queen replied.

“I see. Well, whatever the case, if the marriage works out, it would be a very favorable outcome,” the former King said, stroking his snow-white beard and smiling with satisfaction.

“However, we haven’t fully resolved the biggest concern yet—whether they will function effectively as a married couple,” one of the retainers said cautiously, expressing his unease.

“You mean… in the bedroom?” King Leogalza replied. “Folca apparently assured the Marquis of Gustique that he would be fine.”

“I don’t think Marquis Gustique would lie, but even the person himself might not fully know if it’ll truly work out,” the retainer added.

While it wasn’t entirely unheard of for a man to successfully consummate a marriage with a flat-chested woman, such cases were said to be as rare as one in a thousand. If a busty woman were involved in a threesome, the odds improved to about one in several dozen, but it was still a rare occurrence.

Another retainer chimed in.

“While taking a concubine could address the issue of producing an heir, it might be seen as the royal family forcing a flat-chested daughter onto the Gustique family, effectively blocking the line of succession through the legitimate wife. Choosing a concubine would also be a delicate matter.”

It went without saying that the heir should ideally be born of the main wife, and having a concubine was only meant as a backup. Externally, it could be interpreted as the royal family pushing their flat-chested eldest daughter onto the Gustique family, thus hindering the legitimate heir’s line of succession. Even if Folca himself appeared eager, no one would believe it.

And if things didn’t work out in the marriage bed with Risty, choosing a concubine would be problematic.

Since the purpose of the concubine would be to bear the heir of the prestigious Gustique family, it would have to be a woman of high standing. But proposing such a role could be seen as inappropriate.

“If it comes to that, we could offer Felicie as a concubine. She’s not scheduled for any political marriage, and she’s quite attached to her sister, so she would likely be happy,” the King suggested.

“My dear! Don’t speak so casually about our daughter’s marriage! Have you forgotten how much Risty suffered because of this?” Queen Charlotte snapped, her eyes narrowing with frustration. One of the retainers joined in with a bitter expression.

“If that’s the case, the roles of the main wife and concubine should be reversed. Also, the Duke of Manjula’s faction has been acting suspiciously. I’m not objecting to this, but we need to be careful about the approach and avoid any missteps,” the retainer cautioned.

The retainer’s objections were only natural. Making a princess a concubine, without an extraordinary reason, would create a terrible public image. If Risty were to become a concubine, her small chest could be considered that “extraordinary reason,” but the reverse situation would be problematic.

At that point, the former King let out a sigh.

“I understand the concerns. But no matter how much we rack our brains over this, we won’t truly know if ‘things will work’ until they ‘try.’ The only solution is to ‘test it out.’ I’ll step in to help.”

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“Um, is the royal family really okay with this?” I asked.

“Yes. They’ve assured us that the parties involved are in agreement,” my father replied.

The royal family had presented a surprising proposal regarding my engagement to Princess Risty. They were concerned whether our marital relations would work, so they suggested we “test it” beforehand. In other words, they wanted us to engage in premarital relations, and if it worked out, the marriage would be confirmed.

I didn’t particularly mind the timing, but…

“However, wouldn’t it cause a scandal if… something happens?” I asked cautiously.

In this world, getting married after conceiving a child was not looked upon favorably. There were no convenient items like condoms here. While there were some herbal pills for contraception, their effectiveness was questionable.

Let it out outside? I’m not a professional actor in adult films; I don’t have that kind of confidence.

“They’ve accounted for that. The day after the ‘test,’ we’ll announce the engagement publicly, and the wedding will take place a month later. If a child is born a little early, it’ll just be seen as that,” my father explained.

“Won’t it still be suspicious to have such an unusually rushed schedule?” I asked.

“They plan to use the excuse that the former King Damian’s health is declining, and that he ‘wants to see his grandchild’s wedding before he dies.’ That will justify the rushed timeline,” my father replied.

So, the former King would be faking an illness to cover it up. Was that really okay? Personally, I thought it might not be, but if the royal family was fine with it, I guess I had no complaints.

“I see. Well, that explanation should work, at least,” I said, acknowledging the weak but plausible cover story.

“It’s also a favorable proposal for our family. While I trust you, there’s still a lot of concern about whether you’ll be able to… you know,” my father said, trailing off.

I understood his doubts. After all, I was still a virgin. As much as I might say, “I can do it,” I could see why people wouldn’t believe me. In my past life as Iwase Tohru, I had barely lost my virginity just before reincarnating, but no one in this world knew about that.

“Understood. So, when will this ‘test’ take place?” I asked.

“It will be during your ‘Formal Attire Greeting,’” my father informed me.

The ‘Formal Attire Greeting’ is a tradition in the Rolique Kingdom. When the eldest son of a count or higher noble family reaches the end of his growth period, he has a special outfit tailored for him and visits the King to pay his respects. It’s like a coming-of-age ceremony. I had already ordered my clothes to be made.

Given that timing, the wedding would likely take place at the beginning of winter, around the time when a small ball is traditionally held to celebrate the former King’s birthday. Many high-ranking nobles usually plan to visit the capital during that period.

So, by the time my outfit is finished, I’ll be able to… experience Princess Risty’s petite figure firsthand… No, I mustn’t let my thoughts wander. I need to calm myself down.

In this world, most men are said to imagine flat-chested women during situations like this to quickly suppress their arousal. It’s highly effective and works in just one second. Convenient for them, but of no use to me.

I have no choice but to think of my mother—my mother from my past life. That should help.

…Mom, I’m really sorry for remembering you only in moments like this, especially after you passed away.