Chapter 224: What Shall We Do About the Birthday Cake?

Because the talk seemed to have settled for a moment, I asked about a cake for Stevie’s birthday celebration tomorrow.

"Actually tomorrow is the birthday of a maid who was supposed to come here with me and who died along the way. So I want to offer a cake as a memorial service. Do you know any good place?"

Does this middle-aged man who looks about forty know the item called cake? In the first place memorial service feels like a Buddhist term, yet will it get across? I thought.

"A birthday cake? Would you like a whole cake? What is the desired amount of money? Are there any requests regarding the fruit or decoration on top?"

Unexpectedly Rudolf asked the key points. Surprisingly, he may be competent at everything?

"Uuun, I don’t know the market price, but something around one gold coin, for example? As long as it looks like a birthday cake I won’t give detailed orders. I’ll leave that to you."

"Yes. A popular place in the capital is Pâtisserie Yoshida, and if we order now I think it will make it by tomorrow afternoon. And what shall we do about the name of the deceased maid?"

Pâtisserie Yoshida... just hearing it, the other-world feeling is thick. In some other-world novel wasn’t there a Yoshida-san running a pâtisserie shop and becoming a super-popular store? Is Yoshida a standard proper noun for confectioners?

"The maid’s name is Stevie Nix. I’ll leave how to write it to you. And I’ll give you two more gold coins, so buy a cake for everyone in the residence to eat as well."

It is important money I had saved from the part-time wages while working at the Accounting Bureau of the knight order, yet here I will use it! If this makes the staff happy it is cheap! Let’s think that!

"That is more than I deserve, yet I will take the liberty of accepting. Thank you very much."

At last Rudolf’s face softened. Rudolf also seems to like sweet things. Because the air brightened just a little I am glad I handed it over. I had been worried whether two gold coins would buy a cake for the employees from earlier, yet it seems all right. Incidentally, in the depths of my heart I had thought he would decline. Whether he would say something like "Let’s pay that much from the embassy’s public funds."

After that Rudolf said he would go out to deliver documents and left, so I was allowed into the ambassador’s private room. Lily, without showing fatigue, was putting luggage into the closet and drawers of the private room. I lay on the bed and watched it blankly. For the time being a room for conducting official duties and a private room are provided. Of course the private room and the official room are connected, and one can go out into the corridor from both the official room and the private room. Next to the private room is Rudolf’s room (meaning the room of the Schenker couple) and next to that is Lily’s room. Beyond that the rooms of the staff continue. There are said to be many vacant rooms.

I vaguely wonder whether I can take everything Rudolf said at face value. The common story of a good-natured master who is embezzled by the butler — isn’t that talking about someone like me? Is he not underestimating me because I am a child? When I start thinking in a bad direction, negative thoughts keep welling up one after another.

Yet even if that is the case, there is nothing I can do about it! I think. I know nothing about the Mainz Kingdom. Perhaps the previous ambassador borrowed money and committed suicide because Rudolf’s pressure was too severe and he fled into gambling to escape it. No, stop, stop! Thinking such things has no end. For now I will simply believe what Rudolf says and move.

Yet the fact that the ambassador of the Mainz Kingdom was not decided for a long time may mean that this story leaked from around Chancellor Richelieu, and knowing that no one wanted to become ambassador. At that time I was an ignorant, good-natured idiot child... somehow I keep thinking in worse and worse directions, tohoho. Feeling lonely, tears well up.

While thinking such things I follow with my eyes the figure of Lily who is diligently tidying. Thinking "She moves well," my eyes naturally go to Lily’s buttocks. If this were Japan she would be wearing tight pants and the line of the underpants would surely be visible, wouldn’t it? Thinking that, suddenly lust welled up!

Until just before I had been full of tragic feeling, yet now I am captured by worldly desires. Thinking "Nice buttocks," something further gains momentum — my son. Because from the time Lily was replaced by Stevie I have been observing abstinence the whole time!? I have been storing it up for a long, long time, you know? I am lusting, you know? And yet Lily keeps telling me to restrain myself.

I can’t, I can’t endure it!!

Fully utilizing Divine Legs, Concealment, Stealth, and Sexual Technique (I do not know which is effective), I bring out my son that is already hard as a rock. Sorry, I made you endure the whole time. Now I will make you happy. I speak to my son with feeling.

In an instant I approach from behind Lily and flip up her skirt with a ba. Look, only panties on bare legs! And not pumpkin panties but string panties! I seize the buttocks and press my son that is already exposed and springy against Lily’s crotch. Skillfully it was sandwiched between Lily’s thighs! In the intercrural state I grind guri guri guri!! Feels goooood—!?

Yet of course Lily struggles and resists.

"Ro-Robby-sama!? Please stop!! You must not! Please wait until tomorrow!"

she cries. If I could stop I would not do this!!

"Please! Lily! I can’t endure it!!"

At my plea Lily says,

"You must not! Robby-sama, you must not! No!"

Yet the buttocks are not fleeing and remain sandwiching my son, you know? And she is not resisting that much. If she truly disliked it she would resist even by shoving me away, right? (I do not think there is anyone who would do such a thing to a prince. Except Her Majesty the Queen.)

"Ooooh, stop, please stop!"

she says, yet is there not a proverb that "stop, please stop" is also a form of liking? And because Lily is not resisting that fiercely, when I undo the string on one side of the string panties one buttock peels open with a peron and says "Konnichiwa!" When I squeeze my hips and grind my son gori gori, the panties gradually shift. Aah, the hole of the buttocks has come into view. Look, it is gradually becoming exposed. Look, look, look!

"You must not! You must not!"

she says, yet I have a firm hold on Lily’s hips from behind. Is it thanks to Strength? Lily stretches out her hands trying to seize my hands, yet that attack is visible. I rub and rub and press my son against her!! Whether it had originally been steamy or there was a little moisture, moisture has increased from somewhere and the sliding resistance is decreasing. That being so, Lily’s resistance naturally also settles, and whether Lily gave up she almost stopped moving. She is in a posture of attaching her face to the floor and having her buttocks lifted. At last Lily’s important place has become exposed. When it hits my groin a slippery sensation is transmitted!! See! Preparation is okay, right!

"Look, Lily, you’re already wet!"

While thinking that only a middle-aged man would say such a thing I ended up saying it.

"...In such a bright place... in such a posture..."

Lily is muttering, yet I pretend not to hear. I pull my son out of the intercrural position, and thinking that because a son is also sometimes called a leg I should use Divine Legs... yet the speed does not change much, and the tip of my son hits Lily’s entrance! It slips with a churu and does not hit!? My son is too energetic and is pointing upward. With my hand I point my son downward and press it toward the target! Did Lily twist her hips a little to make it easier to enter? Ooooh! This sensation, this!

"No... you must not... something like this... I beg you, please stop."

Lily says in fragments. Must not? Aah, does it mean that such a position is forbidden, that rear-entry is no good? Certainly I had been told such a thing before, yet things have momentum! Here I will push through with the excuse of the excesses of youth!

"Sorry, Lily! I can’t stop anymore!"

Shouting that I pushed my son into Lily!

"Guh!?"

A voice I had never heard from Lily rose. Only the tip entered! And although it is a little tight I force it in. It goes in with gunyu gunyu gunyuu. And when it has entered as far as it will go,

"Upuh"

a voice came out. Feels goooood—!!

"Something like this, something like this!?"

Lily is shouting, yet I have no ears to listen!

"Lily, if you raise too large a voice the staff will hear!"

When I said the set phrase for such a scene Lily jerked biku and fell silent. Anyway I begin the in-and-out of my son. Together with the sound nyuchu, nyuchu! the figure of my son going in and out can be seen. When I pull my son out Lily’s vaginal opening is dragged along. When I push in the glans hits the ceiling of Lily’s vagina.

After repeating the in-and-out several times I can understand extremely well that it is hitting the ceiling.

"Aah, aah, it’s hitting, a, it’s hitting..."

voices began to leak from Lily’s mouth. Arara, Lily-san, is it good that it hits? When I noticed that, what had been about to come withdrew, and I thought "Let’s try a little harder!" I stopped the in-and-out that left everything to momentum and, carefully treating the sensation of hitting, moved in and out. How is Lily’s condition? I move while watching the reaction.

Lily is covering her own mouth so that her voice does not leak, yet after many in-and-outs,

"Uh... ah... aah... it’s hitting, it’s hittinguu, ooh! Aah, nooo, that, that is, good, it’s gooood..."

reactions began to be heard more and more clearly. I pull the hands that are attached to the floor toward me and grip them. Strength is applied to those hands matching the voice.

"Aah... good... uuh! It’s gooood!... more! Aah, you mustn’t! No, no! It’s cominguuu— nooooooo—!!"

Lily’s back undulated bikun bikun and the vagina tightened. My son was squeezed gyuuuu. Matching that the thing I had stored up and stored up was poured into the depths of Lily.

With a bushuuu—!! I spat out what had accumulated and accumulated!