Chapter 256: Please

It was better to be direct. Whether a man could get hard or not was an extremely delicate matter. So I needed fewer people in the room!

"Lady Scarlett, Lady Mariska... I’m sorry, but could you reduce the number of people a little more? There are still too many. I can’t do it with this many watching. I’m timid by nature. Being stared at by so many people—especially by such extraordinarily beautiful women—makes me shrink. With this many, it’s impossible!"

I let a few tears gather at the corners of my eyes and pleaded earnestly. I carefully avoided saying that many of them were quite a bit older, even if they were still beautiful. Anyone could understand if they thought about it. Could you perform in front of a group of once-beautiful ladies at a nursing home? Even if your partner was attractive, having people crowd around and watch would almost certainly make it impossible. I wasn’t saying this gathering was the same, but the intense, curious stares were painful.

I could feel Lily barely holding back a laugh. Don’t you dare laugh, Lily. Absolutely do not laugh!

The Duchess still didn’t seem to get it, but Lady Scarlett looked a little moved.

"I-is that so? Then... shall we reduce the number a bit?"

The Duchess had apparently explained the need for secrecy, but not what would actually be happening. I heard Lily let out a soft "Haa..."—whether from exasperation or relief, I couldn’t tell.

"Then how many would be acceptable?"

The Duchess asked with a Why are we even discussing this? tone.

"Ideally, just Lady Scarlett, Lady Mariska, and myself—three people."

Lady Scarlett and the Duchess exchanged a look, their chins moving slightly. I knew it was impossible; I had only said it to try.

"That is completely out of the question!"

A woman standing beside Lady Scarlett—about the same age—declared flatly. Her forehead wrinkled and her eyebrows rose as she glared at me. A maid? No, a lady-in-waiting? Come to think of it, Elle was probably a lady-in-waiting as well. I wasn’t sure of the distinction, but either way she was the person closest to Lady Scarlett. She was terrifying.

Her nearly black chestnut hair matched her raised eyebrows. She fixed me with a sharp, upward-slanted glare. Her cheekbones were a little prominent, and she looked every bit the capable worker—though she also looked like the type who made many enemies.

Internally I agreed with her. I only said it to try! I had hoped they would just brush past it.

"Well... just the two of us—myself and Lady Mariska—would be a bit much, but one more person would be fine."

See? Lady Scarlett handled it with perfect composure.

"Lady Scarlett?!"

Her two attendants cried out and glared at me. I only said it!

"Lady Mariska, you haven’t explained to Lady Scarlett how the medicine is made, have you? If you tell her, I’m certain her thoughts will change. And who exactly do you intend to have assist? You had me bring Lily today because you planned for her to assist, didn’t you? But making Lily assist in front of both Lady Scarlett and Lady Mariska would be rather cruel, wouldn’t it?"

I looked at Lily. Her face had gone pale. She had probably come expecting only to serve as a living advertisement for the rejuvenation effect. No one would want to put their master’s cock in their mouth in front of the Queen and the Duchess. That left us with no one willing to help. Elle’s and Annie’s faces both clearly said Absolutely not!

"You’re right... there’s no helping it. Lady Scarlett, may I borrow your ear?"

The Duchess leaned close and began explaining in a low voice.

At first Lady Scarlett listened with quiet "Mm-hm"s. Then suddenly—

"Eh?!"

Her face froze in shock.

"Really?"

"It can’t be..."

"I can’t believe it."

"Impossible. I couldn’t do that."

The words tumbled out one after another. So Lady Scarlett had never done anything like this either. When she said "impossible," did she mean doing it was impossible, or watching it was impossible? Which was it?

"Let me hear a little more. Since this is a matter of public reputation, leave only myself, Lady Mariska, and one lady-in-waiting each for the ambassador. Everyone else, leave the room."

Elle remained; Annie left. Lady Scarlett kept the terrifying lady-in-waiting from earlier.

"You... Lily, was it? Is it true that you are forty-four?"

At the words "forty-four," the stern lady-in-waiting’s eyes went wide. "A lie?!" she whispered. Lily’s mouth twitched upward for an instant when she heard it.

"Yes. I will turn forty-five soon."

Lily answered with a completely composed smile. The lady-in-waiting let out a soft "My!"

"I can’t believe it. Are you truly forty-four?"

Lady Scarlett asked again. Lily’s expression grew even more pleased—an emotion only I could read clearly.

"Yes. Exactly so."

Her voice remained perfectly flat, without a trace of feeling.

"I can’t believe it. You’re lying, aren’t you?"

Lady Scarlett pressed once more. The Duchess stepped in.

"Lady Scarlett, if you look at the change in my own appearance, you should understand."

"Yes... you’re right."

She nodded. Even the Duchess’s change was visible, after all. Lady Scarlett turned back to Lily.

"Do you drink... that... of Lord Marie’s every day?"

She asked something quite serious. Was I putting that in my mouth and doing that every day? Lady Scarlett’s cheeks were pink, but the Duchess’s expression remained perfectly calm. Of course—she had already watched Annie drink it once.

"No, nothing of the sort. At most once every ten days."

Said the woman who had drunk from both the upper and lower mouths just last night. Incidentally, what Lady Scarlett and the Duchess had drunk this morning was freshly squeezed. With this much output, I wondered if it was gradually thinning, but I had no way to check.

"And yet you look like this..."

Lady Scarlett was clearly shaken. She was taking it completely at face value. Lily looked so happy it was almost troubling. A faint flush had risen on her cheeks. Adrenaline was flowing. This felt like a dangerous sign.

"If you like, shall I show you a little of my body?"

Lily offered it on her own again. I hadn’t said a word, yet the moment she received a little praise she immediately got carried away. Was showing her youth to another woman of roughly the same age really that enjoyable?

"Show me."

Lady Scarlett accepted the challenge in a small voice.

"Understood."

Lily stepped slightly forward so I couldn’t see and opened the front of her dress.

"My breasts used to have no firmness and sagged, but now they are like this. The flesh under my arms had loosened as well, but the sagging is gone."

At Lily’s explanation a loud swallow echoed. It came from the stern lady-in-waiting beside Lady Scarlett. She had placed a hand on her own chest—unconsciously, I was sure. Her gaze was locked on Lily’s breasts.

Lily seemed to be gently bouncing them. Last night those same breasts had squeezed my cock between them until I nearly lost my mind. The memory of the head peeking out from between her soft mounds made something stir.

Good morning, my son.