Chapter 253: Christine’s Melancholy

Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring.

A full month had passed since Prince Robin left the capital. The Accounting Bureau continued its quiet daily routine—Christine McVie included.

Yet Christine was thoroughly sick of that boring daily life.

When she first heard that the infamous "idiot prince," the eleventh prince, would be coming to work at the Accounting Bureau, everyone there had been shocked. She had asked Marin Brandow, who had been teaching the prince martial arts, what kind of person he really was. Marin’s answer was the same: he was an idiot. Poor memory, unable to concentrate for long, quickly growing bored. Keeping his attention was exhausting; look away for even a moment and he would try to escape. What were the higher-ups thinking, dumping such a troublesome child on the Accounting Bureau? Everyone—including Christine—had assumed it was just an excuse for "workplace experience," a way to keep him from causing chaos in the rear palace by giving him something useful to do.

The prince who arrived escorted by a maid looked nothing like the rumors. His face was perfectly normal. At the very least, he did not look like the idiot everyone described. He didn’t glance around restlessly or make strange noises; he seemed calm. Of course, Christine knew from experience that appearances often failed to match expectations.

Still, everyone seemed surprised when they saw him, and they said as much out loud. The bureau chief pushed him onto Marin, who already had a connection with the prince. At first Robin’s eyes had wandered everywhere, but he adapted to the atmosphere of the Accounting Bureau surprisingly quickly and began doing the work he was given—better than Marin, even!

While working with Marin, whenever Christine pointed out one of Marin’s mistakes, Marin would lean forward to check. At those moments Robin would stretch up a little and peer into Marin’s modest chest. Is a chest that cute really that interesting? Christine had thought. Then big sister will give you a little service. She undid one button at her collar and showed a glimpse. He latched onto it immediately. This is fun! Her own husband barely looked at her chest, yet this prince was so eager. Interesting little prince!

There had been a moment of tension when Marin made a rude remark, but Robin gradually blended into the Accounting Bureau and began revealing hidden talents. Among everyone in the bureau, his calculation speed and accuracy were top-tier. Who started those awful rumors about him? The more she wondered, the more interested she became. A prince who was both capable at work and abnormally interested in women’s chests and bottoms. Considering his age he was a little precocious... or was that simply age-appropriate?

When she sat him beside her to work, he kept glancing at her while he calculated—eyes licking over her chest, her legs, every exposed place. Robin seemed to think she hadn’t noticed, but she noticed everything. If she leaned forward just a little and offered a deeper view of her cleavage, his eyes locked on. This boy is far more advanced than his years! Should she show him a little more? Sitting beside him and deliberately pressing her chest against him made him tense up... and she could clearly feel the reaction between his legs. My, my. What a predicament.

When they worked face-to-face and she teased him with her foot under the table, he properly teased her back. This child is quite something! She could hardly believe he was only ten.

The turning point arrived suddenly one day. A messenger from Prime Minister Richelieu came to the Accounting Bureau saying the prime minister wished to see Robin. That day her teasing produced an even stronger reaction than usual. On a pure whim—she still couldn’t explain why—she loosened his belt...

That single act set her mischievous heart ablaze. Before she knew it she was gripping Prince Robin’s cock. A child’s body, yet an adult’s size. It swelled in an instant, growing as large as her husband’s—no, larger—and far harder. Her husband’s was soft; Robin’s was as hard as the desk itself. The moment she saw the head, its aggressive presence overwhelmed her and she took it into her mouth.

She almost never put her husband’s in her mouth. She had done so in the early days of their marriage, but now he only held her out of duty. So she did nothing for him either, simply letting herself be taken. Perhaps the fact that they still had no children had driven them even further apart.

Yet the instant she saw Robin’s splendid thing, she had taken it in. She held it, tasted it with her tongue, sucked. It felt so good inside her mouth—the head bumping against every place.

The lunch bell interrupted them. Afterward they started again... and she swallowed what Robin released. She had never even swallowed her husband’s, yet she swallowed Robin’s. Someday I’m going to cross a line I shouldn’t. She had that premonition, yet she could no longer stop. She was completely absorbed in Prince Robin. Whenever she teased him, he returned it in kind. If she stroked between his legs with her toes under the desk, he hardened immediately and asserted his presence.

This fluttering in her chest was something her husband could never give her. Every day she looked forward to seeing Robin so much it hurt. Perhaps because of that love, people began telling her she looked younger, more beautiful. The husband of Michelle in the opposite room started making eyes at her; when they arrived together in the morning he would sometimes look at her body as if licking it with his gaze. That bastard is definitely imagining me naked! There were moments when the color in his eyes made her certain of it, and the front of his trousers would swell. Is his stamina endless too?

But she learned that such enjoyable times never last when she heard that Prince Robin had been appointed the new ambassador to the Kingdom of Mainz. The moment the news reached her, the entire world lost its color. She had been waiting for a chance to be held by him, and that chance finally came. When they went together to store documents in the warehouse, she was taken there.

That was when she learned the truth: Prince Robin was already skilled at handling women. She had suspected she wasn’t his first, but she never expected him to be this good.

His cock entered her. A child should have been frantic and without composure, yet he deliberately prolonged things as if trying to drive her crazy. He moved his hips so the head struck exactly the right places inside her.

Unlike her husband, who ignored her completely, chased only his own pleasure, finished, and fell asleep, Robin stimulated her nipples and clit with his fingers while moving his hips so she could climax easily. Her voice echoed through the empty warehouse. Waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again. She forgot herself, clung to him, dug her nails into his back. She was certain she had been crying out like an animal.

She was supposed to be the one teaching him, yet before she knew it she had become the one lost in the act. She had heard of climax before, but this was the first time she truly experienced it. A satisfaction and pleasure she had never once felt when held by her husband swallowed her whole. What am I going to do... experiencing something like this at the very end...!

Afterward the two of them returned to the Accounting Bureau with Robin’s release still inside her. She had pressed a handkerchief against herself to keep it from spilling, yet it still soaked through and trickled down her thighs. The scent of it brought back everything they had just done and made her face burn. The prince calculating right in front of her looked so dear. ℴ

Once Prince Robin was gone, the color drained from her daily life. She wanted to see him, but there was no way she could travel to a neighboring country.

Then she heard that the Queen was considering a visit to her younger sister in the Kingdom of Mainz. She would take their aged mother and go to Mainz so the sisters could meet.

What an opportunity! The Queen and her mother traveling together to Mainz would require a considerable number of attendants. Since it was a journey of two women, a large number of maids would certainly accompany them. Could she somehow get herself included among them? During the trip there would inevitably be daily expense settlements and other financial calculations. Normally men handled that work, but if she was part of the Queen’s retinue, a woman should be acceptable.

And her husband? Yes—he should come too! If they went as a married couple, no one would find it suspicious. In fact, it would be convenient in many ways. They could go together and then both take up posts at the embassy. The embassy would surely need capable officials. It might be unprecedented, but she had to go. She would move heaven and earth to be included among the attendants!

No matter what, she was going. Wait for me, Lord Robin!!