Chapter 248: The Duchess’s Request

"Duchess, would you like me to show you the process right now?"

"Show you what?"

"Elle will stay with me, but everyone else must leave the room. Rudolf will have to go too, for now."

The Duchess looked puzzled. Elle gave me a wait, what? face. But I could tell she was already thinking the same thing I was.

"You need to explain why first. I can’t allow it without knowing the reason."

"Of course. It’s a bit difficult to say in front of so many people, so... could you lean in and whisper it to the Duchess, Elle?"

The Duchess tilted her head in confusion. Elle’s face went through several stages of panic and suspicion. Yes. That’s exactly right.

Elle stepped closer, her perfect white ear right in front of my mouth. A few fine hairs, soft and warm. I want to lick around the entrance... I caught myself before the thought went anywhere.

"Elle, we’re going to make the medicine right here. I’ll show the Duchess."

Elle twitched. She gave me a disgusted look but finally moved to the Duchess and whispered in her ear. The Duchess’s face lit up instantly.

"I see. Then everyone else leave. No one enters this room. My husband is out, so it’s fine. And... to make it even safer, you should stay too, Robin."

She was basically repeating the same order she’d given the maid last time—stay and share the medicine. The maid’s eyes sparkled with delight. Elle’s expression was pure misery.

"Duchess, could you bring three wine glasses?"

"Ah, the medicine. Got it."

The maid fetched them without question. Three glasses? You’re drinking too?

The maids were quickly cleared out. Curtains were drawn over the windows. Only we four remained: me, the Duchess, Elle, and the designated maid.

The Duchess and her maid were practically bouncing with excitement. Elle looked like she was about to throw up. Poor girl... I thought, but I had work to do.

"First, I need to say this again—absolutely no one is to speak a single word about what you’re about to see. Understood? If this leaks, it could affect Elle’s reputation."

"I know. Don’t worry. But why would it affect Elle?"

The Duchess was genuinely confused. You’ll understand soon enough.

"That’s something you’ll see for yourself when it happens. And your maid is fine too?"

"Yes! I swear on my life and my family that I will never breathe a word. Not to my husband, not to my siblings, not to anyone!"

The Duchess nodded solemnly, knelt, and clasped her hands. Elle and the maid followed. God, what are they praying for? I thought. They were swearing secrecy about something they didn’t even know yet.

"Shall we begin? Is there anything else you need?"

"No," I said. "Elle’s hands and mouth are enough."

The Duchess looked puzzled, but Elle just nodded weakly.

"Elle, Robin says you can do this. Help him."

Elle’s face was ashen. She managed a tiny, trembling "Y-yes..."

We stood side by side in front of the Duchess. She was leaning forward, eyes sparkling with anticipation. Elle looked like she wanted to disappear. The maid moved quietly behind the Duchess, eyes bright too.

I turned to Elle, slid my hands behind my back, and thrust my hips forward slightly—a clear "get started" signal.

"Elle, please."

Elle glanced at me, then at my crotch. My penis was still soft—child-sized. She let out a shaky sigh.

"Aah... haa... yes..."

She sounded like she was being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

She dropped to her knees, reached up, and undid my belt. Then she simply pushed my pants down without hesitation.

"E-Elle! What are you—?!"

The Duchess yelped in surprise. Elle didn’t answer her. I quickly cut in.

"Duchess, please don’t say anything. You’re about to see something shocking. Whatever it is, do not make a sound. And your maid—yes?"

""Yes.""

Both of them answered. The maid even whispered something about "Annie Hazlam" under her breath.

Elle had already loosened my underwear and yanked it down. My soft, child-sized penis sprang out.

""!?""

Both women sucked in their breath. Annie’s eyes went wide. She wanted to say something—probably "It’s so small~"—but clamped a hand over her mouth. Oh no. If she’d said that out loud, she probably wouldn’t be able to continue.

Elle stared at the soft thing, then looked up at me.

"What now?"

She was asking after she’d already started. A little late, but I decided to roll with it.

"Grab it with your fingers and stroke it."

Elle hesitated, then gently pinched the soft shaft with her thumb and forefinger and began rubbing slowly. Harder. Faster. Grip it properly. I thought. She wasn’t doing a very good job. Her face was tense, like she was in pain. She wasn’t even trying to put it in her mouth. Without a strict instructor like Lily, this is never going to work. Her enthusiasm was nonexistent. The longer she went, the more miserable her expression became.

"Duchess, Elle has no experience with this. The last time was her first time, and the shock was too much. She might not remember how to continue properly."

The Duchess blinked.

"What do you mean by ’continue’?"

Annie swallowed hard. She clearly understood exactly what was coming, but the Duchess still looked confused.

"This... this thing here," I pointed at my crotch, "we’ll make it big, and liquid will come out from inside it. That liquid is the rejuvenation medicine."

""Eh!?""

Both women froze. Annie was already pale, but the Duchess looked genuinely shocked.

"Elle has never been with a man and has no experience, so last time I had Lily help her. She just can’t handle it."

Elle shook her head frantically, tears welling up. One tear rolled down her cheek. The Duchess looked thoughtful. Elle was still awkwardly stroking the soft thing with her fingers. I wanted to take over myself, but that would ruin the whole point.

"I see... Elle really does look a little pitiful. Then Annie, you try."

"Ehh?! Me?!"

"Please, Annie!"

I was thrilled. New territory opened up!

Annie’s eyes went even wider. Elle looked visibly relieved. Annie had bright reddish-brown hair tied in a ponytail, sharp eyes, and an air of someone who didn’t back down easily. She was glaring at me like What the hell is this pretty boy going to make me do? But her small hand was already gripping my penis and stroking it.

God, this is hot. I felt myself swelling against her fingers.

Just then—

"Eek!"

Annie suddenly leaned in and took the tip into her mouth.