Chapter 157: What About Debbie?

"I can’t hold back any longer—!!"

When Debbie said that, human nature made me wonder what exactly she couldn’t hold back. I knew perfectly well she was referring to my rock-hard cock.

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

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

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

Even so, I was reaching my own limit, so I spun my body around 180 degrees and thrust my cock deep into her vagina in one powerful stroke!

"Ugh!"

Debbie’s chin lifted sharply. When I began thrusting in and out, she shook her head from side to side.

"Nooo— Aaaaah— No, it’s no good— Uuuuunnn—!!"

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

"Nooooooo—!!"

A scream burst from her mouth. When I rocked my hips, she clenched her teeth and wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to hold me down. I thought that would stop me from moving, but her legs soon loosened and flailed in the air.

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

"Uwaaaaaaaaahhhhh—!!"

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

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Debbie trembled as if savoring the feeling of me cumming, pulling my body closer. Her body shook with aftershocks.

While resting against her shoulder catching my breath, her vaginal entrance occasionally twitched open wide. Her upper mouth was panting "haa haa," yet her lower mouth still seemed to have energy left, opening and closing from time to time.

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

"Phew."

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

"Phew,"

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

My cock slipped out of Debbie with a plop.

"Ufufu, Robby-sama... that felt so good."

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

After a while, Debbie switched back to normal mode. She cast Purity while thoroughly licking my cock 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 wasn’t a transmigrator? I probably shouldn’t get my hopes up. Even if she was, asking about it would likely just end with "I was only checking." Thinking about it now, I shouldn’t have said anything. That was a mistake. Why do I always act on my thoughts immediately? I’m supposed to be a proper 30-year-old adult.

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

I hoped for some positive feedback, like "It seems to be working" or "It’s delicious" (though that was unlikely). After all, I was putting in serious effort by gathering mana to create 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 total mana capacity, and now I realized it was true. So that stuff wasn’t entirely fictional.

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

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

She gazed at it so hard I thought a hole might open in the glass. She swirled it to check the viscosity and color, sniffed the scent (not just the smell), frowned slightly, and then drank it in one gulp.

"How is it?"

I asked, unable to hide my worry. After a brief 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 the effect stronger, so I’ve decided to believe it."

The Queen said this with a serious face. What she was drinking was my fresh, morning-extracted semen, after all.

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

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

To my words, the Queen chuckled softly and said,

"My, thank you. You’re quite good 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 smooth way of speaking to Alan. What should I do? It must be thanks to Queen Doreen’s strict upbringing. Ahh, maybe I should have been more careful with you? Or was it the wet nurse’s fault?"

She spoke nostalgically, but even in my previous life I couldn’t say such cringeworthy lines. This must be thanks to being transported here 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 as well.

"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 a moment, Robin-sama!"

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

"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 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 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 had an effect, 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?" The walls have ears and the doors have eyes, after all.