Chapter 156: What About Debbie?

"I can’t hold back any longer—!!"

When Debbie said that, it was only human nature to wonder what she couldn’t hold back. I knew full well she was talking about my rock-hard cock.

"What is it? Debbie, what? You don’t have to hold back — tell me?"

As I continued licking, pressing, stroking, and grinding, she cried out through tears,

"Aaah, what are you doing—? Please, stop, I’m begging you—!"

Even though she said that, I was also reaching my limit, so I spun my body 180 degrees and thrust my cock deep into her vagina in one go!

"Ugh!"

Debbie’s chin lifted. When I started thrusting, she shook her head left and right.

"Nooo— Aaaaah— No, nooo— Uuuuunnn—!!"

Debbie’s legs spread wide open, her clitoris fully exposed. When I slid my finger across it smoothly,

"Nooooo—!!"

A scream flew out of her mouth. When I shook my hips, she clenched her teeth and wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to pin me down. I thought that would stop me from moving, but her legs loosened and flailed in the air.

I was getting worked up too. I hoisted Debbie’s legs onto my shoulders and continued thrusting with a rhythmic rocking motion. My glans caught nicely inside her vagina, increasing the stimulation. My cock swelled further as semen rose toward the head. I sped up my thrusts, and Debbie’s nails dug into my shoulders.

"Uwaaaaaaaaahhhhh—!!"

As Debbie arched back and screamed, her vagina writhed like a living creature from entrance to depths — squeezing, undulating, squeezing! My glans felt crushed, urged to ejaculate. Finally, I shot powerfully deep inside her — Byuuuuu!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Debbie trembled as if feeling me cum inside her, pulling my body closer.

While I rested on her shoulder, breathing heavily, her vaginal entrance occasionally twitched open. Her upper mouth was panting "haa haa," but her lower mouth still seemed to have plenty of energy, occasionally opening and closing.

Sweat from my face dripped onto Debbie’s breasts. Her large breasts rose and fell, and her white skin was flushed red.

"Phew."

Debbie let out something like a sigh. Phew? That doesn’t sound right. It wasn’t "haa" either. Did she say something I’ve never heard? When I looked up at her face, she did it again,

"Phew,"

while shrugging her shoulders. Since coming to this world, the auto-translation has been perfect, but sometimes it feels like there’s a tiny delay. This time, Debbie’s mouth movements and the word came out together. It was a word I didn’t understand. Was that Debbie’s native language? It should always be translated, but maybe because it had no equivalent, it came through as is? Or was it just my imagination?

My cock slipped out of Debbie with a plop.

"Ufufu, Robby-sama... that was wonderful."

Debbie cupped my cheeks with both hands and looked at me with dreamy eyes. When I glanced at the window, the sky was starting to lighten. I thought Debbie’s voice must have carried into the hallway, but maybe no one heard? Even if they did, it wouldn’t cause trouble for me — Debbie would just get teased.

After a while, Debbie returned to normal mode. She cast Purity on my cock, licking it clean, then helped me get dressed.

She put on her maid uniform, fixed her hair, and was about to leave the room with light steps when I called out,

"Debbie, kiss me!"

She looked a bit puzzled, but came back, gave me a kiss, and left the room.

Hmm, maybe it didn’t get through? Was it my pronunciation? Or because Debbie isn’t a transmigrator? I probably shouldn’t get my hopes up. Even if she was, if I asked, it would probably just end with "I was only checking." Thinking about it, I shouldn’t have said it. That was a mistake. Why do I always act on my thoughts immediately? I’m supposed to be a proper 30-year-old adult.

While reflecting a little, I ate breakfast and went to the Queen. Today I diluted the semen with my Mana Water again, but there didn’t seem to be any particular difference from yesterday. The Queen didn’t feel unwell.

I wanted some positive feedback, like "It seems to be working" or "It’s delicious" (though that’s unlikely). After all, I’m putting in serious effort by gathering mana to make the water. This morning I didn’t run out of mana, lose consciousness, or collapse. I knew from isekai novel knowledge that depleting your mana increases your mana capacity, and now I felt it was true. So that stuff isn’t entirely fictional.

Today the Queen was even more motivated than yesterday. The moment I entered her room, there was no time to rest — we departed immediately. Her determination was incredible, and the Queen’s steps today were so light—!! Did someone give her the Healthy Legs skill?

The Queen wasn’t even out of breath and wasn’t sweating, but we still took our usual break in the garden. When I took out the glass from my Mana Bag, the Queen stared at it intently. Was there something bothering her?

She stared so hard I thought she might bore a hole through the glass. She swirled the glass to check the viscosity and color, sniffed the scent, frowned slightly, and then drank it in one gulp.

"How is it?"

I asked, unable to hide my concern. After a moment of silence,

"It’s not delicious, but I suppose this is how it is. ’Good medicine tastes bitter,’ someone once said."

I wonder who passed down that proverb. It was probably a Japanese person.

"But I was told that believing it works makes it more effective, so I’ve decided to believe."

The Queen said this with a straight face. What she was drinking was my fresh morning extract, after all.

"Doesn’t Your Majesty not need to become any more beautiful?"

Such a line slipped out naturally. I definitely couldn’t have said that in my previous life... But honestly, I wanted to stop squeezing out semen.

To my words, the Queen chuckled and said,

"My, thank you. You’re quite smooth with words, Robin-sama. I wonder what kind of prince you will grow into? You’ve even captured the heart of an old woman like me. The young girls must be worried.

Yes, I’d like to lend that way of speaking to Alan. What should I do? It must be thanks to Queen Doreen’s upbringing. Ahh, maybe I should have been more careful? Or was it the wet nurse’s fault?"

She spoke nostalgically, but even in my previous life I couldn’t say such cringeworthy things. This must be thanks to being transported and wearing a different skin.

The Queen was resting on the chair in the garden, so as usual I massaged her feet. Since it was the day after yesterday, the maids didn’t show much surprise. The Queen remained composed too.

"Aa-shi momi momi♪ Aa-shi momi momi♪ Mon—de mon—de♪ Ton ton ton♪ Aa-shi momi momi♪ Aa-shi momi momi♪ Mon—de mon—de♪ Ton ton ton♪"

I hummed while massaging when,

"Wait, Robin-sama!"

When I looked up, the Queen had a slightly troubled expression. The maids were also staring at me. What’s wrong?

"Robin-sama, I’m happy you’re massaging my feet, but the singing is a bit problematic."

The Queen said.

"Huh? Was the singing not allowed?"

Now that she mentioned it, humming while massaging someone’s feet might be disrespectful for a noble.

"Yes. You may not know, but singing is something commoners do. It is considered improper for nobles to sing in front of others."

"Ehh, I didn’t know. I’ll be careful from now on."

Even as I said that, while continuing to massage her feet I started humming again,

"Aa-shi, momi momi♪ Aa-shi, momi momi♪ Mon—de mon—de, ton ton ton♪"

"Robin-sama really can’t be helped. Just this once, okay?"

The Queen smiled and stroked my head. How blissful. Were the maids looking at me with warm eyes?

"Your Majesty, how do you feel after drinking that?"

I asked after finishing the foot massage.

"Let’s see. Overall, I feel my physical condition has improved. I never thought I would be able to walk this much."

Perhaps the sensual massage was effective, because the Queen touched her flushed cheek with a dreamy expression. I couldn’t say something like "Then why don’t you drink it directly?" After all, the walls have ears and the doors have eyes.