Chapter 16: Jones-sensei’s Academy

Of course, I never did any of that before I got married. My husband was from the same village, so he knew how open things were there. He never got upset when I used my mouth on him — he was always happy about it. Since I still had my virginity when we first slept together, he never suspected I had done anything with other men. After he passed away, I never imagined I’d end up doing this for a prince... ufufu. My husband knew about all those village ways, but he never did them with me. I never asked why. I think he believed nobles shouldn’t do such things. But our family was only a low-ranking knight household anyway, so as long as we kept quiet, no one would ever know what a married couple did in private."

It was a surprisingly frank confession. But I was incredibly grateful. I should thank God... no, I should thank Linda.

That meant blowjobs weren’t the only thing possible, right? If she was this open-minded, maybe she would be okay with full sex in all kinds of positions?

"Linda, if it’s possible..."

Linda pressed her index finger to my lips, silencing me.

"No. We can’t go any further. It wouldn’t be right for someone like me — a woman who’s already past her prime — to be with you."

"But... what if we make sure you don’t get pregnant?"

"Are you suggesting I use contraception? I don’t have the money to buy those medicines, and going to the church to get a contraceptive spell cast at my age would look suspicious. People would give me strange looks if a widow started buying contraception — they’d wonder who I was planning to sleep with. So using my mouth to serve you is fine, but please don’t ask me to use my lower mouth."

She turned me down clearly. I had a feeling there might be a way around it, but now wasn’t the time to push. Did this world even have the concept of safe days? Had no one from my previous world introduced it yet?

Anyway, my lower body felt light and refreshed!

"Linda, it might not be possible every day, but could you take the night shift once every three days? If Cass or the head maid objects, I’ll personally request you."

"Thank you. That would help me too, so I’ll prepare for it. Please understand that there will be days I can’t come because I still have my womanly cycles."

Prepare? What did she mean by that? Did that mean next time we could go further? If I kept pushing gently, it felt like things might progress. Linda’s mental barriers seemed extremely low.

With both my head and my cock satisfied, I followed my old habits from my previous life. I slipped my arm under Linda’s head and pulled her close so she was facing me. I didn’t kiss her... because she had just swallowed my cum. It probably tasted strange. Maybe next time I should keep some wine by the bed and have her drink after we finish?

I fell asleep groping Linda’s breasts while she gently held my half-hard cock. Maybe I was more tired than I realized after two rounds, or maybe I was just mentally satisfied.

The next morning when I woke up, Linda was already sucking my cock. According to her, my morning wood had been pressing against her belly, so she decided to "take care of it." Of course she understood it was just a man’s natural morning reaction. But when it was pressed against her, she apparently felt she had no choice but to use her mouth. She also quietly admitted that she had started wanting to taste it again.

I was more than grateful, so I simply let her continue. It wasn’t driven by lust so much as a natural phenomenon, so if Linda hadn’t been in the mood I wouldn’t have forced it. But since she was enthusiastically doing it, I had no complaints at all.

With sunlight streaming in through the window, the sight of Linda’s head bobbing as she sucked me was incredibly erotic. I held her head and enjoyed the pleasure while groping her breasts, then came down her throat again. When my hips reflexively bucked, Linda grabbed my ass and gently teased the sensitive area with her fingers. The pleasure was so intense that I ended up cumming twice before breakfast.

I didn’t need to beg Cass anymore — this arrangement seemed perfectly sustainable! It might sound dramatic, but a ten-year-old body really works like this. Today I’m heading to the magic teacher’s academy. I can go there feeling completely refreshed.

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The weather today was perfect — the sky was bright and clear blue. An ideal day to go out! And after properly relieving myself, I felt mentally refreshed and full of positive energy.

For history and science classes I had Cass and the usual guard, Byrne, but today the escort was a new, rather unremarkable knight. He looked so plain I didn’t even bother appraising him.

We walked along at a leisurely pace until we reached a private academy located in a large open field quite far from the castle. It was a rundown shack that could honestly be called a ruin. *I wouldn’t be surprised if this place collapsed any day now,* I thought as we approached. Waiting in front of the dilapidated building was the teacher.

I don’t like judging people by appearance, but who on earth decided to hire a mage living in a place like this as my instructor? Hadn’t anyone from the palace ever come here to meet him? After seeing this house, I had to wonder how he ever got hired. Probably pure merit-based selection. At least... I hoped that was the case.

"It’s even more of a shack than the rumors suggested," Cass muttered under her breath.

"You already knew about this place?"

"I had heard the rumors, but I never imagined it would be *this* bad..."

"Is the magic instruction first-rate even if the building is a dump?"

"...I’m not entirely sure about that."

"You’re not sure? Isn’t this the same teacher who teaches the other princes and princesses? Didn’t they choose him based on skill?"

"No... I believe this teacher is only assigned to you, Prince Robby."

"Why is that?"

"Well... when you ask me ’why’... it’s because you were *you*, Prince Robby..."

"Ah, I see."

In other words, because I was the idiot prince, they gave me whatever teacher was available. They probably figured it didn’t matter who they assigned since I wouldn’t study anyway. Well... fair enough.

I was worried the lesson would be held inside the house (it looked like it would smell awful), but the teacher led us around the building to the backyard. There, only three students were sitting on the bare ground, facing a blackboard hanging from a tree branch. When I arrived, all three stood up at once and bowed. Hmm... their clothes weren’t exactly high-quality. Some even had patches. Well, I doubted any nobles would come to study under a teacher like this.

The lesson itself was exactly the same as what I had been taught at the palace. The teacher used the exact same method and content for both princes and commoners — completely without discrimination. Or rather, it seemed this was the only way he knew how to teach. No matter who the student was, he could only teach the same way. He simply wasn’t flexible.

I started regretting coming, but when break time arrived I decided to head back early. The teacher looked extremely worried that I might be disappointed after seeing the actual classroom. Afraid of being fired, he asked,

"Will you... still come next time? You won’t dismiss me, will you?"

I reassured him,

"It’s fine. Please continue teaching me as usual."

His face lit up instantly and he bowed repeatedly in gratitude.

As we walked back toward the palace feeling a bit gloomy, Cass suddenly asked,

"There’s a grand cathedral nearby. Would you like to stop by?"

It was still early for lunch, so I decided to go.

When we arrived at the grand cathedral, we waited for a priest to come guide us. Since walking all the way back to the palace afterward would be tiring, I sent the new knight to arrange a carriage for our return.

"Welcome, Prince Robby! It is an honor to have you here. Please, allow me to show you inside the cathedral."

A middle-aged, rather plump priest in full robes appeared. He was an energetic, oily-looking man. I had secretly hoped for a young, pure-looking nun — preferably one with huge breasts — but of course the world doesn’t work out that conveniently.

Following the priest inside, I was overwhelmed by the nave (as he called it). I had seen it on TV before, but this was my first time seeing one in person. The sheer length to the pulpit and the incredible height of the ceiling left me stunned. *How did they even build this? Where did the money come from?* I thought, though I knew asking wouldn’t give me any real answers.

The priest’s enthusiastic explanation went in one ear and out the other. When he mentioned that this was the first time Prince Robby had visited the cathedral of his own free will, I unconsciously replied,

"I’d like to come here more often from now on."