Chapter 14: Saying Goodbye to Marin-sensei

When I returned to my room, I checked my skills.

Agile Legs 2, Sword Skill 1, Appraisal 1, Concealment 1, Death-Bearing Skill

It seemed I didn’t need to touch the corpse directly — getting close enough was sufficient. It might also work if the person had just died recently, even if I wasn’t sure they were dead yet.

In the afternoon, I had martial training with Marin-sensei.

I could feel that I had become noticeably more agile than before. I still wasn’t sure about the sword skill, but my footwork was much smoother. Situations where I used to trip or lose balance now felt manageable as I could step around and brace myself properly. As for sword technique, I didn’t feel like I had improved much personally, but I could somewhat read the path of Marin-sensei’s swings (though saying that might be an exaggeration).

Sure enough, Marin-sensei looked puzzled and asked,

"Prince Robby, you’ve suddenly become much better. Did something happen? I’ve heard stories about knowledge descending from the heavens, but..."

What could I say? That I lost my virginity to Cass and became a man? Of course I couldn’t say that. No — it was clearly thanks to the Agile Legs and Sword Skill I had gained. Because of them, today’s lesson actually felt like I was properly learning swordsmanship for the first time.

Then, the long-awaited bath time finally arrived.

I figured Marin-sensei still saw me as a little kid. I wasn’t sure if she even registered last time’s incident as something sexual. Since I doubted she thought of me as an adult man yet, I decided to play the part of an innocent boy while secretly hoping for another lucky pervert moment.

In the changing room, Marin-sensei stripped off her clothes just like last time, becoming completely naked without any hesitation. Her underarm hair was still there, just as before. When was she planning to shave that? Would she keep it even after getting married?

She began undressing me. My cock was already starting to rise. Of course it was — a young woman’s naked body was right in front of me. Especially right after I had just experienced my first time. Since Marin-sensei still thought of me as harmless, she didn’t hide anything. When she crouched down, her pussy lips parted slightly, almost saying hello. It was frustrating that I couldn’t see it clearly. I wished I had a camera on my big toe or something. Maybe a "Toe Vision" skill? The name sounded terrible, so it probably didn’t exist. Anyway, it wouldn’t help right now.

When Marin-sensei reached for my underwear, it was already pitched like a tent, with a little precum staining the fabric. My body might be ten years old, but my mind was reacting purely to fantasy. It was embarrassing, but I kept a straight face and watched her hands closely.

Thanks to last time’s experience, Marin-sensei untied the string at the front of my underwear, pulled it forward, and yanked it down in one smooth motion. My foreskin-retracted cock popped out and greeted her right in front of her face. Last time it had been a half-covered child’s cock, but today it was a proper adult one with the head fully exposed. Look at how much I’ve grown! it seemed to declare as it stood proudly before her.

Marin-sensei was probably seeing my cock before even seeing her fiancé’s. Or maybe, judging by Cass’s case, she might never see her fiancé’s at all. No — definitely not. I wanted to believe mine was the first adult cock she had ever seen!

Marin-sensei swallowed hard. Without saying a word, she pulled my underwear all the way down to my feet and said,

"Come on, let’s wash off the sweat."

She headed into the bathing area first.

I followed after her. In the bath, Marin-sensei washed my body at nearly full speed. It was clear she just wanted to get it over with quickly and avoid any repeat of last time’s "incident."

In the blink of an eye, I was rinsed off.

"Now that we’ve washed off the sweat, let’s head back," she declared and started walking toward the changing room, completely naked and defenseless from behind.

I rushed forward and hugged her from behind. My cock pressed against the back of her thighs, but because I was shorter, it didn’t reach higher. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her as if embracing her breasts from behind.

"W-what... what are you doing!?"

Marin-sensei panicked. If I weren’t a prince, I probably would have been slapped. My cock was dangerously close to touching her ass.

"Marin-sensei! I heard you’re quitting as my martial arts instructor!"

She seemed startled by my words.

"Yes... My marriage has been decided. Including today, there are only two more sessions left. I’m sorry."

She sounded genuinely apologetic. But from an outside perspective, we were two fully naked people hugging each other.

"I don’t want that! I want Marin-sensei!"

I clung to her body like a koala. My hands roamed over her breasts while I thrust my hips. My cock slipped between her thighs, entering a thigh-job position.

"I’m sorry, but it’s already decided. Next time, a much more skilled male knight will take over."

Ugh! A male knight!? So this dream time was really coming to an end? Even as I thought that, my hands and hips didn’t stop moving. It felt so good!

"I don’t want that! Don’t quit!"

Marin-sensei tried to push away the hands that were groping her breasts, but she didn’t seem to fully understand (or was pretending not to) that my words didn’t match my actions. My hands were sinking into her soft breasts!

"I’m sorry, Prince Robby."

"Then... just let me stay like this a little longer," I begged while continuing to thrust.

Marin-sensei seemed to be feeling it too — her thighs tightened, squeezing my cock. My shaft was rubbing against the base of her thighs, sometimes touching, sometimes not. I could feel warm, slippery liquid coming from her. Was I touching her sensitive spot? I couldn’t reach down with my hand, but pretending it was an accident from the momentum, I slid one hand lower. I accidentally touched my own cock first, but then my fingers slipped between her legs and brushed against her bush. There — a hard little nub. I gave it a gentle flick.

"Ahh... ahh... nooo... not there...!"

A sweet moan escaped from Marin-sensei. The moment I heard it, my cock reached its limit. White liquid spurted out from the tip.

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Marin-sensei finally seemed to realize exactly what had come out of my cock this time. An awkward silence fell between us.

Since I had already finished, continuing to thrust my hips or play with her clit felt wrong, so I hesitantly let go and stepped back. Without a word, Marin-sensei poured warm water over me to rinse everything off. My glans was bright red, still half-hard, pointing slightly upward rather than straight up. A few more weak spurts of liquid continued to leak from the tip.

Marin-sensei stared at my cock for a moment, then sighed and said,

"Can’t be helped, I suppose."

For some reason, I got the feeling that Marin-sensei knew more about these things than Cass. Was it strange for an unmarried woman to have more sexual knowledge than a married one?

"Boys really are like this, huh? It means you’ve become a proper adult man now, Prince Robby," she said, as if only realizing it just now.

When I asked her directly, she explained that in the knight order — a very male-dominated environment — the men freely talked about such topics even in front of the female knights. Of course, they never actually touched unmarried women like her, but they had no problem bragging about visiting brothels or describing things they had seen. She ended up hearing far more than she wanted to and had become quite knowledgeable despite herself.

She understood exactly what I had done, and she was clearly relieved that I hadn’t tried to insert it. Hearing her speak so matter-of-factly made me feel a pang of guilt. But that part was reserved for her future husband. I had no right to claim her first time.

My desperate desire for another round must have shown on my face, because she firmly grabbed my cock one last time and said,

"This is the end. From now on, we will no longer bathe together like this."

Well... I had known this day would come sooner or later. I had no choice but to accept it. It’s important to know when to give up, I told myself — though I wasn’t sure which mouth was saying that.

Feeling depressed that this really was the end with Marin-sensei, I headed to dinner. Mother suddenly told me,

"A letter of invitation arrived from Countess Rosette for you, Robby. She said she has obtained some wonderful sweets and would be delighted if you could visit anytime. Please send a reply with a convenient date for you. She is from a count’s family, so be sure not to do anything rude. My own family is only baronial, so if you leave a bad impression on the Countess, it could reflect poorly on my family as well."

The difference in noble hierarchy was clear: Countess Rosette was near the top, while Mother, even as one of the King’s concubines, came from a mere baronial house. It was perfectly understandable that Mother was worried about protecting her family’s reputation. I wondered if a queen at the very top could act however she wanted without consequence. Well, queens probably didn’t have to worry about offending lower nobles anyway. But even a queen would likely face a storm of criticism and be stripped of her position if she behaved too arrogantly. In the novels I had read, queens were usually portrayed as wise and virtuous.

I answered simply,

"I will visit. I will be careful not to cause any trouble."

"Please do," Mother said, then asked Cass to handle the reply. So Cass would be coming with me after all? I didn’t think her presence would cause any problems.

That night, the night-shift maid was once again the older one — not young, but not quite forty yet. She had large breasts and a big bottom, but her waist was also quite thick, giving her a barrel-like figure. I was impressed that her massive rear even fit on the chair. I secretly wanted to peek under the chair just to see how it balanced with the seat.

Once the lights were dimmed, the maid quickly started dozing off, nearly falling out of her chair. It kept me awake. Every time she nodded forward with a little "whoops," she would jolt awake and straighten up. It was the classic train-sleeping phenomenon.

But once I started paying attention to it, I couldn’t fall asleep. Oh no, she’s about to fall! Her round body probably wouldn’t get hurt even if she tumbled to the floor, but I was too worried to relax.

Eventually, she really did fall. She rolled right off the chair with a thump.

"Are you okay?"

I hurried over and helped her up. She was soft and heavy. In the dim light, without seeing the wrinkles on her face, she actually looked rather plump and cute. Still, she was almost four times my apparent age. If you added my previous life’s age, we were probably around the same.

The maid realized I was holding her and panicked.

"I-I-I’m so sorry..."

Her speech was slurred, but she was clearly apologizing. She sat back down, but soon started nodding off again — nod, nod. She must have been exhausted. I figured it would be fine to let her sleep anywhere as long as I stayed quiet.

Before long, she fell off the chair again.

"Look, if you keep using that chair, you’re going to keep falling all night. Just lie down on that chaise longue over there and sleep! Otherwise I won’t be able to sleep peacefully either!"

Technically, night-shift maids weren’t supposed to sleep, but their real job was only to report if anything happened to me. Since nothing ever actually happened, sleeping on duty was an unspoken rule.

"But that would be far too presumptuous..."

She hesitated. A night-shift maid sleeping on the chaise longue was probably unheard of. Still, if her constant falling kept me awake, it defeated the whole purpose.

"This is an order! You’re tired from working all day, aren’t you? As long as I don’t say anything, no one will know. Just sleep there!"

I used my princely authority to command her.

"...Yes."

Looking ashamed, the maid lay down on the chaise longue, resting her head on the armrest. She took off her shoes and stretched her legs out as far as the short bench allowed. Unfortunately, the chaise in my room was only meant for two people, so it was too short for an adult to lie on comfortably.

While I watched (because I still couldn’t sleep), the maid began snoring loudly. It was incredibly noisy. Sometimes her airway seemed to close and her breathing stopped entirely. Just listening to it made me anxious. It was far more stressful than when she had been sitting in the chair. I wondered if she was even sleeping properly. If I had to listen to this snoring all night, I probably wouldn’t get any sleep at all. But the moments when she stopped breathing worried me even more.

I stood in front of her and observed. Sleep apnea really was bad for the heart of whoever was listening. But seriously... how were her breasts so huge? They were a different kind of enormous from Mother’s — the base was incredibly wide and the height was impressive too. With that much volume, they naturally looked massive. They were practically spilling out of her clothes.

Right as I was thinking that, the maid tried to roll over in her sleep and tumbled right off the chaise longue.

This girl can’t even stay on a chaise longue either...