Chapter 11: Please, Cass!

Some of my semen had landed on Cass’s face, but she seemed to have no idea what it was for a moment.

"Cass, sorry... it got on you."

At the sound of my voice, she finally realized what had happened. Still, she kept a calm expression and said,

"It’s fine. Please don’t worry about it."

Even though she said that, her hand never let go of my cock. I had already finished, so there was still some residue on the head, on her hand, and on her face. But she wasn’t moving her hand to wash it off.

I was in sage mode, but thanks to my ten-year-old body — and the fact that we were completely alone — my erection hadn’t gone down at all. When I was thirty, my refractory period was much longer, but this young body was incredible!

Cass remained frozen, so I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took her hand and moved it back and forth myself, urging her to keep stimulating me.

"It feels good... Cass, please continue."

When I asked her, Cass looked straight at my face with a serious expression and asked in surprise,

"You want me to... continue?"

She sounded like she was asking, "You still want more? Isn’t this enough?"

Maybe Cass had never done this with her husband? My knowledge of sex in this world was basically a blank slate. Was it normal here for women to just lie there like dead fish during sex? I vaguely remembered reading somewhere that women weren’t supposed to move or seek pleasure themselves. Was it the same here?

Because of that, I felt I couldn’t expect Cass to take the lead or do anything proactive. Still, my curiosity was too strong to hold back.

"Cass... do you not do this kind of thing with your husband?"

"...I don’t."

"Have you never done it?"

"...No."

"Don’t you think your husband would be happy if you did?"

"I would never do something so indecent. It’s not proper for a wife to touch her husband’s... thing."

So it was forbidden!? Not even allowed to touch? That was quite the shocking revelation. And yet here she was, touching mine right now. Even though it was a child’s cock, the continuous stimulation had made it harden again with a firm core.

"But Cass... you’re touching mine right now, aren’t you?"

"That’s... because you asked me to..."

So, if I requested it, she would do it?

"I was taught that a nobleman’s wife must remain chaste even in the bedroom. She should never seduce her husband lewdly. She must remain obedient, quiet, and follow her husband’s lead."

Cass spoke while looking down. Even though this was a bathing situation, the fact that the chaste Cass was pulling back my foreskin and washing my glans and the area underneath with her hands felt less like bathing and more like she was cleaning me before putting it in her mouth. If that was the case, then perhaps anything beyond that was also "allowed" as long as I was the one asking.

After hearing her confession, I thought: So that’s how it is!

And then a darker thought crossed my mind — maybe in this world, proper wives were treated roughly or given minimal, unsatisfying sex by their husbands, while lovers received careful, attentive treatment. It was an incredibly convenient system for men, but knowing Cass was one of those wives made me feel bad for her. If that was true, then I had to teach her the pleasures of being a woman! ...Though that wasn’t exactly something a ten-year-old should be thinking.

Still, I couldn’t give up this chance. The stance I had to maintain was that of an innocent young boy being taught by an adult woman. There was no way I was letting anyone else have her!

While I was thinking, Cass taught me more about this unfamiliar world. Because I had been thinking about this moment the entire time, my sage time ended almost instantly, and my cock stood fully erect again. From here on, I would have to beg, plead, and keep asking until she gave in.

I grabbed Cass’s shoulders and went straight into full begging mode!

"Cass, please! Make me a man! I want to embrace you! I’ve always liked you, Cass! Please... I’m begging you!"

At the end, I clasped my hands together and bowed my head. I wasn’t sure if pressing palms together was a normal gesture in this world, but I hoped my sincerity (or rather, my lust) would get through. In the back of my mind, I thought how ridiculous it must look — a completely naked boy begging like this.

Cass was shocked by my sudden desperate plea.

"Prince Robby, what are you saying!? No, stop it! Please raise your head!"

She panicked and tried to make me stand up.

"Then will you do it!? I won’t raise my head until you say yes! If you tell me to, I’ll even get on my hands and knees!"

"Stop it! Please don’t say such things! Besides, I’m already married, and I’m nearly twenty years older than you. You should be with someone younger. Someone like me..."

The mood was starting to shift! This was my chance! She hadn’t outright refused yet. Was she weak to pressure?

"No, I want you, Cass! I decided from the very beginning that it had to be you! You’re beautiful, and you look so young! I like the current you! I can’t stop wanting you!"

I hugged her tightly.

"P-please stop... Th-this isn’t right, Prince Robby... It’s not proper...!"

Even as she protested, I gently pushed her down, carefully supporting the back of her head so she wouldn’t hit it. Then I pressed my lips against hers in a hungry kiss.

"Ro-Robby... mmm...!"

Cass tried to say something, but her words were swallowed. I forced my tongue between her lips, trying to slip it inside. Her eyes widened in shock. She kept her mouth tense, blocking my tongue. I kept kissing her anyway. When she shook her head in refusal, her ear ended up right in front of my mouth, so I sucked on her earlobe.

"Ah!"

Cass tried to pull her ear away in surprise, but I didn’t let go.

"Stop!"

When she shook her head again, her face came back to the front, perfectly positioned for another kiss. It was as if she was asking me to kiss her. When I kissed her once more, her resistance had weakened. I pried her lips open and slid my tongue inside. Her teeth were still closed, so I licked them, and she let out a muffled,

"Mmm...!"

I slipped my tongue through the small gap between her teeth and searched for hers. Her tongue had shrunk back at first, but it gradually began to respond. When I swallowed her saliva, she looked surprised again, but soon she stopped resisting and let me do as I pleased.

I broke the kiss and looked at her face. Cass still looked troubled, but she said nothing.

"Cass, I like you. I want you. Please let me embrace you!"

Without saying a word, Cass pulled me into her arms. I hugged her back. But she held me so tightly that I couldn’t move. Even with a woman’s strength, my ten-year-old body still couldn’t overpower her.

I pressed my rock-hard cock against her stomach and rubbed it. Cass’s belly twitched slightly as if saying "no." Her legs remained tightly closed, and her breasts were pressed firmly against me. I reached around from the side and grabbed one of her breasts. It was soft yet springy and full. I squeezed it from the side. I was too excited to control my strength, and it was so big that it overflowed my small hand. Calm down! Calm down! I told myself, but my mind and body weren’t listening.

Cass’s breathing was growing heavier too. She slightly opened a gap between her breasts, making it easier for my wrist to reach her nipple. Grateful, I slid my hand in and found it. There it was! A plump little nipple — already hard! I rolled it between my fingers, flicked it, and teased it gently.

"Ahh......"

A long, suppressed moan escaped from Cass.

I wanted to see them. I wanted to see Cass’s breasts! Even while touching and feeling them, I desperately wanted to look. When I tried to pull my body back, Cass’s hug weakened and her arms fell limply. Now I could clearly see the breast my hand was touching.

If I could see it, there was only one thing left to do — devour it!

I pulled open the front of her bathing clothes, fully exposing both of her breasts. Small brown nipples sat in the center of light-brown areolas. They didn’t look like they had been used much. At least, that was my impression.

While continuing to caress one with my hand, I licked the other breast all over — from the underside upward, circling the areola, and focusing on the nipple.

"No... you mustn’t..."

Cass’s denial was growing weaker. When I rubbed both breasts with my hands and rolled her nipples with my tongue, she moaned,

"Ahh... you mustn’t..."

Her hips began to squirm. Even while saying no, her hands were holding my head in place. Her legs were still closed, but they twisted and writhed. It felt like she was begging me: Touch me here, love me here!

I slid one hand down and pressed it against her crotch over her panties. Whoa! Even through the fabric, I could feel how wet she was. It wasn’t from washing my body — this was her own love juice soaking through. And yet, she still kept her legs tightly closed, refusing to let my hand in.

"Prince... Robby... you mustn’t... You can’t touch... there..."

Her protests came out in broken gasps, but they only sounded like she was asking for more. Still, she wouldn’t open her legs. My hand couldn’t advance any further! When I finally pulled my hand back, her body seemed to relax a little in relief.

I kissed her again, deeply and passionately, while roughly kneading her full breasts. When I squeezed and lifted them from the sides, Cass writhed. I focused on her nipples, rubbing and rolling them. Even while kissing, moans kept leaking from her mouth:

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Her stomach rose and fell rapidly. The moment she sucked her belly in, I slipped my right hand inside her panties. In an instant, my fingertips reached the top of her slit.

"N-no... you can’t!"

Cass opened her eyes wide and protested, trying to pull my hand out of her panties. But there was no way I was pulling back after finally reaching it! In the struggle between our hands, my fingers moved all over. The moment I put more strength into it, my fingers slid deeper and reached the entrance of her slit!?

"Nn!!"

Cass’s chin lifted sharply. She tried to push my hand away from her crotch, but in doing so, my fingertip accidentally brushed against her clit.

"Ah!"

Her clit was already quite large and hard, as if begging to be stimulated. The moment I touched it, Cass’s body jerked violently like she had been shocked by electricity. I couldn’t waste this chance. I coated my fingertip with her love juices and gently rolled, stroked, and caressed the tip of her clit.

"Mmmmmm—!!"

Cass cried out. Her hips, which had been trying to pull away, now pressed themselves against my hand. Her thighs clamped around my wrist. But this time, she no longer tried to remove my hand.

"Uuuuuhhh......"

Cass’s brows furrowed as she made a face like she was desperately holding something back. There were tears forming in the corners of her eyes — but were they from pleasure or shame? Even so, the more I stimulated her clit, the more love juice poured out from her slit.