Chapter 257: Lily Shows Off

"They say a woman’s age shows first in her legs. Did you know that?"

When Lily spoke, both Lady Scarlett and the stern lady-in-waiting beside her nodded as if they understood all too well. Just as she had done with the Duchess before, Lily said:

"Excuse me,"

then turned her backside toward Lady Scarlett and lifted her skirt. She was probably showing her string panties as well. The stern lady-in-waiting did not call them vulgar; she simply stared in silence. What was she thinking?

"They say age appears in places like this,"

Lily continued, touching somewhere. She was almost certainly lifting and lowering the underside of her buttocks. Then she glanced at me with a mischievous look. That expression was dangerous. Her gaze dropped lower, settling near my cock. She reached out and cupped it from below. Even though I had already been squeezed this morning, something surged up in this environment.

But Lily quickly turned back around.

"Do you understand? This is how effective it is. Of course the effect differs from person to person. Rarely there are those it does not work on at all, and there are those like Her Grace the Duchess for whom the results appear on the surface in a short time. I believe those who drink it directly, like Lady Elle, experience an even stronger effect."

She spoke with quiet confidence. I had never told Lily about Annie’s frenzied reaction, so she did not know how strongly it had worked on Annie either. She might have vaguely sensed it, but still. Elle, whose direct drinking had just been revealed to Lady Scarlett, looked a little angry.

"I-is that so..."

Lady Scarlett was clearly shaken, though she paid no attention whatsoever to Elle. The Duchess licked her lips. She looked somehow pleased. Lily’s adrenaline seemed to fill the entire room.

"Shall I show you?"

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Lady Scarlett and the stern lady-in-waiting both nodded vigorously. The Duchess gave a thin smile, while Elle’s face tightened slightly. What kind of expression was that? Did she think she would be the one drinking?

With practiced fingers Lily undid my belt and the front buttons. The moment the trousers dropped she loosened the string of my underwear. There was not a hint of hesitation, not a single tremor in her hands. Without the slightest reluctance she pulled the slightly bulging front of the underwear down in one smooth motion.

There it was—still the cute, child-sized cock.

"Oh?"

A note of mild disappointment escaped Lady Scarlett. The Duchess, however, wore a calm smile. The composure of someone who already knew the truth.

"Please watch carefully."

Lily took it in her hand and began stroking. She wrapped the head and played with it. Lady Scarlett and the Duchess shifted positions to either side of me so they could see clearly. The heat inside the circle centered on my cock was intense. Bathed in it, my son began to stir and rise.

"See!"

Lily said proudly, displaying the head to Lady Scarlett. Lady Scarlett’s face remained expressionless. The stern lady-in-waiting’s was tightly furrowed—yet her cheeks were bright red. The Duchess’s eyes seemed to have changed color slightly. A strange light flickered in them.

When Lily began stroking in earnest, it started to swell. As it rose thicker and harder—

"Ahh?!"

Lady Scarlett let out a soft breath. Seeing that it had grown sufficiently, Lily smiled and took it into her mouth, beginning to lick. Lady Scarlett knelt on the floor for a better view. The stern lady-in-waiting stared with equal intensity; one hand rested on her skirt over her crotch. As if drawn by the same impulse, the Duchess and the others crouched as well. From my perspective five women’s heads crowded around my cock.

Lewd jubo... jubo... sounds spilled from Lily’s mouth. The abnormal situation of being watched by a queen and a duchess pushed me higher and higher. Aaaaah... no matter how much I release, more keeps coming!

Just a little more, just a little further—aaaaah—when the base was suddenly squeezed tight. What had been about to spill was stopped cold.

"Li-Li-Lilyyy... no... I’m gonna... why... did you stop...?"

The shock reduced me to childish speech. Yet Lily, her voice carrying a faint heat, asked:

"Is there anyone who would like to drink it?"

Lily... aaaah, you never forget business, do you... person... you are... uuu... it hurts... let me cum already... I writhed in frustration.

Yet Lady Scarlett and the Duchess only looked at each other and said nothing. Their faces were bright red—did that mean they did not want to do it? Then what about Elle? Ah... how about you, Elle? Elle also looked uncertain.

"A-anyone?"

Lady Scarlett asked in a hoarse voice. Both she and the Duchess had already drunk from the glasses, so I was about to offer it to Elle when—

"I’ll do it!"

The stern lady-in-waiting slid forward from the side and took it into her mouth without the slightest hesitation. She did not move her tongue; she only held it. But the moment Lily released the fingers gripping the base and squeezed upward, everything that had been held back overflowed—straight into the lady-in-waiting’s mouth!

Byuu! Byuuu!!

For an instant the stern lady-in-waiting’s face went blank, eyes wide. She immediately tried to pull away, but Lily stopped her.

Gohof!! Gohof!! Gohof!!

She coughed hard while still holding it in her mouth. Lily rubbed her back, but the coughing would not stop. Had it gone down the wrong way?

"Don’t spit it out! Swallow it!!"

Lily shouted while still pinching the base, but it was probably impossible. Still, the lady-in-waiting kept her hand pressed over her mouth so nothing would escape. Even though it had already finished releasing, my cock remained pointing proudly upward. A translucent white fluid dripped from the tip.

"What a waste,"

Lily murmured, and licked it. She did not take it into her mouth; she simply extended her tongue and lapped it up. The other women watched. Something like flames seemed to rise from the Duchess. Her eyes were narrowed, looking almost intoxicated. The air in the room had grown thick; everyone appeared drunk on it. The lady-in-waiting’s coughing finally subsided and she raised her face, eyes glazed. This isn’t my fault, is it? She’s just drunk on the atmosphere... right?

"What shall we do about this?"

Lily asked while stroking the still-hard cock. Something was wrong. Lily never spoke this way. She always maintained proper manners; she would never address the people here so casually. She would never provoke like this. She would never make a sexual invitation—asking if someone would like to try—in front of others. Yet here she was...

"I’ll do it."

To my astonishment, Lady Scarlett spoke. She lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the most delicate string panties, decorated with embroidery and frills. With half-lidded eyes she began to untie the strings—when the Duchess also declared:

"No, I will!"

and moved to lift her own skirt. That direction was different, but far more welcome. And then—

"I will be your partner!"

Even Elle stepped forward to volunteer.