Chapter 20: Starting Night Training

After dinner, perhaps because I had visited the Countess, I was allowed to bathe. However, it wasn’t Cass who washed me — it was the older maid. I had thought there was no way I’d get hard with an auntie-type washing me, but this older maid was skilled. She washed me with a sponge in such a perfect way that it felt like she knew all my sensitive spots. She carefully cleaned the delicate areas with her fingertips. When she washed my cock, she didn’t use the sponge — she used her bare hand with gentle, precise movements. She stroked the head, the underside, and the frenulum with just the right pressure. Before I knew it, I was fully erect. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it...

My face turned red with shame, but the older maid remained completely calm and said,

"As expected, men’s sensitive spots are all the same."

Hearing that, I couldn’t help asking (I really am an idiot sometimes).

"So if you stimulate the same places, guys always get hard?"

"Yes. There are slight differences, but men are generally the same. Ufufu."

To think I’d learn the truth from this older maid...

"See? Just like that," she said, tracing the underside of my shaft with her finger using perfect pressure. Then she stimulated the ridge of my glans. This auntie maid was too good! *No, no, this is bad* — but the stimulation had been perfect the whole time, so finally—

"Ahhh! I’m cumming!!"

I couldn’t hold it back. *Spurt! Spurt! Splurt...*

"You’re so energetic. Ufufu. Being young really is wonderful," she praised.

I wasn’t sure if I should feel proud or embarrassed.

"Does this happen to most guys when you do this?"

"Yes. I’ve only known the princes when they were young, but it’s usually like this."

So that’s how it is. Wait — she knows about the princes? That means this older maid has washed all their cocks. A question from my previous life suddenly popped into my head.

"Can I ask something? Do men’s cocks look different when they get bigger?"

She laughed at my question while squeezing the last drops of semen from my cock (white fluid was still dripping from the tip).

"Yes. When they’re soft they look mostly similar, but when they get hard, the length, thickness, and shape are all different. Just like faces, body types, and personalities differ, so do these. No two are exactly the same. Women are the same — faces, body shapes, and even the size and shape of breasts are all different. I don’t know if you’d call it individuality, but they’re all unique. It’s quite interesting."

The conversation had somehow turned surprisingly deep.

"Prince Robby, you’re quite impressive. Both the shape and hardness... You’ll probably make many women cry in the future," she said.

Even if it was just flattery, being praised felt good.

"So, was once enough? Would you like to go again?"

Even though I had a child’s body, she was asking that? While I was still processing, she said,

"If you want to cum again, I can make it easier for you later. But it’s not hard right now?"

"Ufufu, this is how you do it!"

The older maid poured warm water over my cock, gripped it, and at the same time slipped a finger into my ass and started stimulating me.

"Kuhah!?"

I let out a sound that was half scream, half moan of pleasure. My cock instantly stood straight up. The intense stimulation on top of that made me cum again in no time, completely against my will.

The older maid smiled and said,

"If you’d like, please request me again in the future. If you specifically ask for me, I’ll serve you with everything I have. Of course, since I’m older, I can only serve with my hands. When we wash the princes and princesses during bath time, we receive one large copper coin per session as a bonus. Since an old woman like me rarely gets specifically requested, I have to do this kind of service to make it worth it."

So that’s why the princes request her... This auntie maid is formidable.

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The night-shift maid wasn’t Linda. An even older maid came instead. She dimmed the lights, and after a while she dozed off while still sitting in the chair. Her sleeping posture somehow reminded me of a cat napping on a cushion.

To fulfill my promise with Lady Jacqueline, I needed to strengthen my body even more. That meant I had to train. Improving through regular martial arts lessons would be good, but if I suddenly showed dramatic progress and became overly motivated, it would probably draw unwanted attention. I had a feeling that wouldn’t be a good thing.

In that case, it was better to train secretly by myself.

Making sure not to wake the sleeping maid, I quietly opened the window and stepped out onto the balcony. My room was on the second floor, so the drop to the garden below was roughly three meters. The ground was covered in grass with no flowerbeds or obstacles, but I still didn’t know if jumping down would be safe.

First, I hung from the balcony railing and dropped down just under a meter. It was a bit scary at first because it was dark below. I wish someone would teach me a light-producing magic spell.

Confirming there were no witnesses, I fully expanded my senses and searched for any presence. I tried imagining a "search" function, but it didn’t work well. Maybe the only way to gain new skills really was to be present when someone with a skill was dying? No, that couldn’t be right. If that were the case, skills like Sword Technique or Archery would be purely innate, and training to improve them would become meaningless. So I believed that repeatedly using them would lead to level-ups. Faith is important. "Necessity is the mother of invention," right?

I dropped into the garden, then jumped back up to the balcony in one go. This side was easier since I knew exactly where I was landing. I repeated the process — dropping down and jumping back up. I was impressed by how well I could do it, but after a few times I got bored.

In that case — time to jump from the balcony straight onto the roof!

Amazingly, I succeeded. I repeated it several times. If I can do this much, maybe I have a "Jump" skill or something? Agile Legs and jumping probably use similar muscles. Or maybe Agile Legs is more focused on endurance running. Hmm...

I climbed to the peak of the roof and looked around. I could see the entire city. But very few houses had lights on. Most of the area was covered in darkness. Had everyone already gone to sleep?

In the distance, I could see the spire of what I assumed was the grand cathedral. Just in case someone spotted me, I focused on Concealment while walking across the roof. Once I gained some confidence, I started jogging lightly.

I moved carefully so I wouldn’t make noise or lose my footing, jumping from roof to roof. The moment of fear between pushing off one roof and landing on the next was intense! Still, three meters was easy for me now!

Running across the rooftops at night with almost no city lights, relying only on moonlight, was incredibly fun. Even as a thirty-year-old man on the inside, it made my heart race. I ran and jumped across the roofs of the royal palace. My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness — not to daylight levels, but enough to see as if it were a slightly overcast day.

While resting and thinking how quiet the night was, I suddenly heard a voice from somewhere.

"Ah... ah... ahhn..."

It was a voice trying to hold back but still leaking out — that unmistakable sound a woman makes. I had to find this! I moved stealthily, maximizing my hearing, heading toward the source of the voice.

"No... ahh... you mustn’t... ahh, it’s so good... more... more..."

The sweet, nasal voice gradually grew clearer. This seemed to be in the servants’ quarters, near the edge of the area. Maybe a married couple’s room? But that didn’t matter. I wanted to see this. I *had* to see this!

As I got closer, I carefully peered down from the eaves. The window was slightly open, but a curtain was half-closed, making it hard to see inside clearly.

Geh! I could see a man’s bare ass illuminated by the moonlight. I really didn’t want to see that, but on either side of his ass were a woman’s white legs spread wide. Her pale, smooth legs stood out clearly in the dark room. Every time the man’s ass moved, her beautiful white legs moved with him. Her legs were floating in the air, sometimes trying to close, sometimes spreading wider. Even though it wasn’t my business, I wondered if women’s legs didn’t get tired from being raised like that for so long?

The woman’s hands and legs wrapped around the man’s back and waist. Her legs locked around his hips, pulling him closer.

"Uuuuuhhh—!! So good—!!"

A suppressed scream of pleasure rang out. The man’s ass was twitching violently. Ugh... I really didn’t need to see that. I wished they would change positions already, but the man stayed on top of her and stopped moving. The woman’s legs finally lowered onto the bed, spread limply. Women’s legs can really spread that wide... their hip joints are so flexible... I found myself thinking pointless thoughts again.

I was thinking it would be shocking if I recognized their faces, but I almost decided to stop watching. They weren’t moving anymore, and they weren’t going to switch positions.

I dropped down from the second-floor roof into the garden, but I couldn’t jump straight back up to the second floor, so I used a first-floor balcony as a stepping stone to get back onto the roof.

This area seemed to be where night-shift workers or people with early morning duties stayed. No one else appeared to be awake.

I searched for a good vantage point to see that room and kept jumping around. Eventually, the window of the room where they had been having sex opened. I hid behind a chimney and watched. Both the man and woman stepped out completely naked! I didn’t want to see the man’s thing, but the woman’s naked body — now that was a feast for the eyes. I almost wanted to clap.

And then I realized something! I recognized both of them. I didn’t know their names, but the man was a knight, and the woman was one of Mother’s maids. So when that maid takes her clothes off, she has *that* body! Those breasts, that waist, and that slightly bushy area! I was jealous of the guy who could do whatever he wanted with her. I wished I could switch places with him for once. Unfortunately, I could also see the man’s limp dick next to her, which kind of killed the mood.

Ah, they hugged and kissed again!? The maid seemed to be holding the man’s cock. It was dark so I couldn’t see clearly, but she was stroking him.

Amazing. The gap between the maid’s daytime and nighttime behavior was incredible. It fired me up! No, I shouldn’t... but I couldn’t look away. It had the same pulling power as Lady Jacqueline’s chest. My feet felt as heavy as if magnets were attached to my shoes. No — even if I took my shoes off, my feet still felt heavy.

The two moved back inside the room. They remembered to close the window and draw the curtains. *Why won’t you show me something so precious?* I wanted to see the maid on top at least.

With such a lucky pervert moment, my midnight adventures officially began that night. At first I explored the palace, but as my abilities improved, it was only natural that my range of movement would expand too.

But nothing motivates a man more than a lucky pervert event! That’s just how guys are!