Chapter 258: Was Elle Always Like This?

"I-I... haven’t... drunk... any...!!"

Elle forced the words out with all her strength.

"L-Lady Scarlett and... Lady Mariska... have already... drunk... but... I... haven’t..."

She lifted her skirt as she spoke. Beneath it was a pair of completely undecorated pumpkin panties.

"I-If I drink from... the lower... mouth... it... should be... even more effective... right?"

Elle stammered. Lily nodded with an oddly superior air. Who are you right now, Lily?

"Then—!"

In one motion Elle yanked her panties down. There lay an untamed, dense forest that had clearly never seen a single care. Lady Scarlett, the Duchess, and the lady-in-waiting all sucked in their breath. Even I was startled. Lily’s brows furrowed.

"U-um... what should I...?"

Elle asked, still flustered. Lily promptly had her lie face-down on the desk, hiked her skirt higher, and fully exposed her backside. There was hair there too... Even with my eyes half-lowered, the view was overwhelming. Gripping my fully hard cock I stepped closer. She was so wet it was obvious from the outside—the tips of the hairs glistened with moisture!! The scent rising from Elle made my head spin. I pressed the head between her buttocks and slid it up and down until I found the soft hollow. Then I pushed in hard. Several hairs—maybe dozens—were caught and the tip stung!

I shouldn’t be doing this! the rational part of me screamed, yet I could not stop. When I thrust my hips forward it sank in all at once. A number of Elle’s hairs may have been sacrificed in the process.

"Uuh?!"

A sound escaped Elle’s lips. Hadn’t she said she was unmarried and had never been with a man? Yet she was soaking wet, and the thrusting moved smoothly. It did not feel like a pure virgin’s tightness. Even without male experience she might have used something similar. I had nothing to worry about.

The Duchess crouched and took Elle’s hand.

"Elle! Elle! Elle!"

she called to her. Lady Scarlett’s eyes were wide, her face bright red as she watched. One hand was on her chest; the other had disappeared between her legs. Her breathing came in harsh pants. The lady-in-waiting gripped Lady Scarlett’s shoulder and was panting as well.

"Ahn... ahn... ahn..."

Elle began letting out sweet little sounds in time with my movements. This woman was already fully aroused! Thank goodness she wasn’t a pure virgin. Being subjected to something like this in such an abnormal situation must have been overwhelming for her, but as for me—I simply followed male instinct, seized her hips, and thrust hard and deep.

"Ah... ah... ah... a m-man... feels... like this... ahh... aahh..."

Elle’s voice changed. Was she comparing it to something? The longer it continued, the more the room was dominated by lewd scent and wet sounds.

"Ahh... it hits... ahh, it hits there! Ah—there! Right there! Ah... ah... please... more!"

Elle cried out. Her body trembled violently and her inner walls clamped down hard. The sudden pressure milked everything from the base straight to the tip and I erupted.

I gripped her hips and poured it in. My whole body shook. The pleasure was incomparable to what I had felt when releasing into the lady-in-waiting’s mouth earlier!

"Ahh... I can feel it... coming inside... ahh... I can feel it... filling me... uuuuuunnnn—!!"

Elle’s shoulders jerked and trembled as well.

Looking down at my cock still held by Elle’s entrance, the heated fog in my head began to clear. Clarity returned. Could this have been the Duchess’s mental magic? Had she been dominating the consciousness of everyone present? Had she created this atmosphere, stoking sexual excitement so that everyone in the room would rise in that direction? When the Duchess’s own feelings turned that way, did the minds of those nearby automatically follow?

Then the Duchess toppled over with a soft thud. Lady Scarlett followed, then Elle, the lady-in-waiting, and finally even Lily. I was the only one left standing. Had the Duchess’s mental control suddenly broken, causing everyone to faint? Had this entire sequence been the unconscious expression of the Duchess’s emotions? Scary... this is terrifying...!

Even so, the room was in chaos. The worst off was Elle—completely exposed, white fluid still dripping from her. When she woke and realized she had finished her first experience (or at least her first with a man, according to her own claim) while being watched by everyone... the shock might be enough to make living afterward impossible. Could we somehow agree that it had all been a dream? Setting that aside, I wiped the fluid still trailing from her with a cloth. Lifting one buttock to expose the entrance, I cleaned carefully. The view was incredible. Looking at that pink hole made me want to push back in again.

No. Self-control. After wiping everything I pulled her panties up, smoothed her skirt, and seated her on the sofa. She still showed no sign of waking. The lady-in-waiting had dried fluid around her mouth, so I wiped that as well, straightened her clothes, and sat her beside Elle. Then Lady Scarlett... she had collapsed in an awkward position that left her string panties fully visible. The secret place between her legs had changed color. Ah... she had leaked. Could I touch just a little? Just a little, right? Pure impulse. Eh?! She’s completely soaked! Even the fabric around the panties was dripping. So Lady Scarlett had been that aroused. Next time, somehow with Lady Scarlett...? Of course that was impossible. Being alone with her was out of the question. I seated her in a chair as well.

The Duchess had fallen in a way that kept the inside of her skirt hidden. A pity—if the earlier frenzy had been the expression of her own emotions, then the inside of her panties must have been beyond "terrible" and into "catastrophic." Ah... the seat of her skirt was a little damp. Nothing to be done about that. I seated her in a chair too.

Lily, however, had not collapsed. She was slumped against the back of a chair, eyes closed.

"Lily, are you all right?"

"Ro...bbie... sama..."

She managed a faint reply.

"Do you remember what just happened?"

"S-somehow... there are gaps... but..."

She forced the words out while looking down.

"The situation feels bad."

"Yes... it does... High-ranking noble ladies... experiencing something like that... was not... appropriate... Haa... haa... haa... I’m sorry... my head still hurts..."

Was this the rebound from her earlier extreme high tension?

"It was probably caused by the Duchess’s mental magic."

"Mental magic? That explains it... It felt similar to the time we fought the imperial soldiers with you, Lord Robbie."

That was right—Lily had experienced it once before. That was probably why she had not fully lost consciousness.

"Lily, let’s pretend everything we just saw never happened. Everyone is unconscious and their memories will be fuzzy. If Elle realizes that was reality, the shame might drive her to suicide."

"You’re right... being seen while Lord Robbie did that to her... she might think that... Even I... being watched by these ladies while being held by Lord Robbie..."

Held... feels good? Was that what Lily was about to say?

"Exactly. So first let’s wake the Duchess and Lady Scarlett and get our stories straight. Have Lady Scarlett and the others wait in a different room and pretend they saw nothing? At the very least let’s claim that while Elle was unconscious she only dreamed it."

"That’s... probably impossible no matter how you look at it... Ow ow ow..."

Lily clutched her head and curled up. If even Lily was like this, the other women—except perhaps the Duchess—would be far worse.

"Lady Mariska... Lady Mariska..."

Touching her directly felt disrespectful, but Lily was still useless, so I placed a hand on the Duchess’s shoulder and shook her gently.

"Nn..."

She woke relatively easily. Her face was still pale. Magic exhaustion, perhaps? I couldn’t tell.

"Wah?!"

She startled at finding my face so close.

"What is it?"

she asked.

"Lady Mariska, it’s Robin. Robin Marie. Do you understand?"

I peered into her face. Her eyes were beautiful... I felt I could fall into them.

"Y-yes... Ah, I understand. Ambassador Marie... Lord Robin, yes?"

"That’s right. Robin Marie. Do you remember what happened just now?"

"Eh... remember...? Ah... that..."

She looked ready to raise her voice, so I covered her mouth with my hand and made a quiet "Shhh." Her eyes darted around the room. When she nodded repeatedly I removed my hand.

"You remembered just now?"

"Y-yes... more or less."

Her face turned bright red.

"That will not be a good memory for Elle, will it? Being seen by everyone while something like that happened..."

At my words the Duchess clung to me.

"Lord Robin, please don’t tell anyone about that. Keep it a secret for her sake."

I did not say anything like In exchange for the secret, you... Even the thought stayed silent.

"Then let’s pretend it never happened. Fortunately Elle is still unconscious. Everyone present was probably affected by your mental magic, Lady Mariska. So we’ll ask Lady Scarlett to have her lady-in-waiting pretend she saw nothing as well. The lady-in-waiting did something rather compromising herself, so she will almost certainly stay silent. She’ll act as if she saw nothing. All right?"

The Duchess nodded rapidly. The childlike quality was strangely cute. No time to think about that! The fact that she raised no objection when I mentioned her mental magic... did that mean she had some idea?

"Now, let’s wake Lady Scarlett and talk."

"Yes."

Once given instructions, the Duchess proved surprisingly efficient.

We moved Elle to another room (she showed no sign of waking easily). First we woke Lady Scarlett, gave her the necessary explanation, then had her wake her own lady-in-waiting.

"Anouk... Anouk, wake up!"

Lady Scarlett shook her, but she would not wake. Even stronger shaking produced no result. The Duchess said:

"Let me."

She placed a hand on the lady-in-waiting’s forehead.

"Aimé... Anouk Aimé, please wake up."

At that the lady-in-waiting’s eyes fluttered open. Blue eyes darted around. She looked at Lady Scarlett, then at me. A clear "?" seemed to float in her gaze—then—

"Gyaa?!"

She screamed and tried to scramble backward, chair and all. The chair toppled spectacularly, flipping her skirt high and revealing the panties underneath. Oh my... Anouk-san, white string panties! Refreshingly pure. Yet there seemed to be a small stain in a rather important place...

Anouk rolled over in a fluster and pressed her bright-red face and hands against her skirt.

"Are you all right, Anouk?"

Lady Scarlett asked in a perfectly normal tone. Anouk glared at me while answering:

"Yes!"

Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes. From being forced to drink something she did not want? Or from putting that in her mouth in front of everyone? Probably both.

"Anouk, we’re leaving. Prepare yourself."

At Lady Scarlett’s calm order Anouk’s attention snapped elsewhere.

"Hah? Eh? Y-yes!"

Even in her fluster she hurried off to summon the other maids when ordered to prepare.

Lady Scarlett gave a soft laugh, leaned close to my ear, and whispered:

"Next time... make me drink it directly, all right?"

This one is that way too?!