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 6

After finishing my daily magical combat training, I was called by my mother. Wondering what it was about, I headed to my parents’ room, where both my mother and Rita were waiting.

Aside from them, only my mother’s middle-aged attendant was present. It didn’t seem like a simple invitation for tea.

“I came because you called. What’s going on, Mom?”

“The day you’ll greet the King is approaching. There’s one thing I think you should practice beforehand,” she said.

Practice? I’d already learned and rehearsed all the necessary etiquette for the formal greeting.

“It’s about the ‘confirmation’ with Princess Risty. As you know, it will be conducted in secret, with only a very limited number of people aware of it,” my mother continued.

I nodded. While some may catch on later, only a handful of people from both families—likely no more than a dozen—knew about the arrangement.

“That means there won’t be anyone to assist Princess Risty with dressing and undressing. You’ll have to handle it yourself,” she explained.

Ah, that makes sense. I’d have to help her out of her dress and then get her dressed again. On the day of the “confirmation,” Risty would likely be in formal attire as well. The dresses in the Rolique Kingdom aren’t overly complicated, but it would still be difficult for Princess Risty to manage it alone. Practicing was definitely necessary.

If I struggled with undressing her, it could ruin the mood. I needed to be prepared.

Rita stepped forward and spoke.

“I have a similar body type, so I will serve as a practice model.”

…Wait, does that mean I’ll be undressing Rita?

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That night, the practice began in my bedroom. The room contained only Rita, me, and my mother’s attendant who was acting as the instructor.

I stood in front of Rita, who was wearing a dress. It was a beige color, with butterfly-like embroidery on the skirt. Her semi-long green hair was down, giving her a softer look than usual.

Although she was trying to maintain her usual poker face, her cheeks were slightly flushed, likely from a mix of nervousness and embarrassment.

To put it mildly, she looked adorable.

But this wasn’t the time to be admiring her. I needed to focus and take this practice seriously—regretting things on the actual day was not an option.

“Rita, I’m counting on you.”

“Y-Yes,” she responded.

I approached her, close enough that I could reach around to her back. It wasn’t often that I stood this close to her. Her deep green eyes were striking.

“Now, Lord Folca, first you’ll need to undo the decorative clasp located at the lower back. Beneath it, there is a knot that you’ll need to untie,” the attendant instructed.

I moved behind Rita and followed the directions, beginning to unfasten her dress. After about ten steps, I managed to lower the dress, revealing more of her skin. Her skin was smooth and healthy-looking, glowing in the dim light.

Her underwear was standard, but the undergarment for the dress was more structured. While it wasn’t as tight as a corset, it was designed to hug the body firmly and hold everything in place.

“Next, you’ll need to untie the strings from the top down,” the attendant continued.

I carefully followed the instructions, untying the strings one by one. While it wasn’t too difficult to remove, I could already tell that putting it back on would be more challenging.

Once all the strings were undone, I slowly removed the undergarment.

Ah, there it was. A flat chest.

In this world, there were no videos, no photos. My mother, when she breastfed me as a child, had large breasts. But since being reincarnated, this was my first time seeing a small chest. And yes, as expected, it was beautiful.

It was sacred.

I felt as though I should kneel and offer a prayer.

I wanted to chant some kind of hymn praising the glory of the flat chest.

But no, now wasn’t the time for that. I needed to focus on the practice at hand.

At that moment, Rita—who had been silent so far—spoke up.

“Th-That’s the end of the undressing process for the dress. However, I’ll explain how to remove the lower part as well. It’s secured by three strings, all of which need to be untied. First, you untie the knot at the back and pull the strings through the side slits. Once part of the fabric lowers, you’ll see the side knots. Untie both, and the rest will come off,” she explained.

Rita was trying her best to maintain her composure, but her voice trembled slightly.

“Ahem. Now, let’s move on to the dressing process,” the attendant said, signaling the next step.

I began the process of dressing Rita back into her undergarments. It was more difficult than I had anticipated. If the strings were too loose, the dress would fall apart. But if I pulled too tight, it would be uncomfortable for the wearer.

After multiple failed attempts, I finally got it right. Then, I repeated the process with the dress itself and the accompanying accessories.

“It’s not as perfect as when we started, but it should be acceptable,” I said.

“I believe it’s within acceptable limits, but you should still practice more,” Rita replied.

The dress on Rita looked a little off—though I couldn’t quite pinpoint where, something about the fit was slightly awkward. Perhaps one of the strings was still too loose.

“Rita, if you’re alright with it, could we try again?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she agreed readily.

Alright, let’s give it another go—and maybe count this as another lucky opportunity.

I began undressing her again. This time, everything went much more smoothly.

As I worked, I noticed that Rita was sweating slightly due to the tension. When I inhaled, I caught a faint scent of sweat. It was an odd moment, but there was no concept of “sexual harassment” in this world yet, and in this life, I was a handsome young man—so I figured it was probably forgiven.

Next, it was time to dress her again. I was determined to get it right. Let’s give it our best shot!