Chapter 30: Called by Countess Rosette

The cafeteria Lake took us to wasn’t a fancy restaurant but a typical local eatery run by an old man and his wife. It was bustling with customers, which meant the food was good. I was secretly thinking of bringing Lily here next time when Lake warned me:

"This is one of my secret favorite spots, so please don’t think about coming again, okay?"

Even if he said that...

"I can still come if I want, right?"

"Well, technically yes, but..."

"Then it’s fine, isn’t it?"

"Aaah... I can only see a terrible future ahead... *toho ho*..."

"Is this place open at night too?"

"No! Prince Robby, going out at night is absolutely not allowed! It’s forbidden!"

Stevie jumped into the conversation.

"Prince Robby, you’re planning to come here at night? Sounds nice. I want to come too!"

"You idiot! Stevie, don’t say careless things!! Don’t get any ideas!!"

*Heh. I’m definitely not bringing Stevie. If I’m bringing anyone, it’ll be Lily.* Oh right, I’m still only 10 years old, so I need a guardian with me. Stevie won’t do, so Lily it is. It’s a shame I can’t drink alcohol yet, but it can’t be helped.

While I was thinking, Stevie was pestering Lake: "Why not~?"

"Lake, Stevie. Don’t worry, I won’t come here at night!"

"Really?"

Lake gave me a piercing glare. *I won’t come at night.*

"After all, I’m only 10 years old. There’s no way I could come."

"That’s true. I feel relieved now."

Just as Lake relaxed his shoulders, Stevie dropped a bomb:

"Then it’d be fine if I act as your older sister, right? ♡"

*You’re the one I’m most worried about coming along!* Lake seemed to think the same and clutched his head in despair.

After finishing lunch, we walked leisurely back toward the palace. While looking at Lake from behind, I used Appraisal on him:

『Greg Lake – 37 years old – Section Chief of the Royal Palace Garden Maintenance Department』

That was all that appeared. Even though he could jump across rooftops, nothing else showed up. That probably meant his information was being concealed. Maybe Lake was the one hiding Lily’s and Stevie’s full details from me? Various questions came to mind, but even if I asked, he probably wouldn’t answer properly.

When I returned to the rear palace, a letter from Countess Rosette had arrived. She invited me to have lunch with her tomorrow. There was only one possible reply: "I look forward to it!" I’m really excited about tomorrow’s development! Should I go check things out with Lily tonight? But I’m going tomorrow anyway. Maybe I should hold back tonight. They say to "sleep and wait patiently," so I decided to rest properly and conserve my energy!

However, today was bath day, and the auntie maid I had requested came. She thoroughly drained me. Even though Lily had already taken care of me the night before, my 10-year-old body could keep going as much as needed. The maid’s soapy hands gently stroked my balls, groin, cock, and the area between my balls and ass with perfect pressure. It felt so good that if I just stared at the ceiling instead of looking at her, I could ascend straight to heaven.

The night watch wasn’t Linda but the auntie maid who slept like the dead. I thought I could do some night training outside, but it started raining. I fell asleep hoping tomorrow would be sunny. Still, thinking about tomorrow made me restless and I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t ask the maid for help, so I went to the toilet to jerk off, came back to bed, got horny again soon after, and repeated the process. It took a long time before I finally fell asleep.

Dawn came, the rain had stopped by morning, and it turned into a perfect day for visiting Countess Rosette’s mansion. Good weather makes me feel like something good will happen. My expectations swelled at the thought of getting flirty and lovey-dovey with the Countess. Even though I had cum so much last night, I was surprised by how hard and full my cock was again. Getting serviced by someone else and jerking off while fantasizing are completely different, but a 10-year-old body is really something else!

Since we were having lunch together, preparations for the visit began not long after breakfast. Cass had already prepared the gift, so all I had to do was change into the appropriate visiting attire. She had also chosen the outfit in advance, so I just needed her to help me put it on. At this hour, the rear palace was busy with maids cleaning up after breakfast and doing general cleaning.

Because of that, Cass was personally helping me dress alone.

This visiting attire was semi-formal wear for visiting a countess’s residence. Even as the 11th prince, my clothes were custom-made. Today’s outfit was also custom-tailored. However, I was in the middle of a growth spurt and growing taller and... bigger every day. The clothes made a little while ago already felt like today might be the last time I could wear them. They were a bit tight, but I barely managed to get the jacket on. Cass was surprised by my growth:

"I’m amazed how much you’ve grown. Today really is the last time for this. We’ll need to have new ones made. I’ll call the tailor."

That part was still fine. The problem was the pants.

Noble formal and semi-formal pants in this world are all designed to be skin-tight when appearing in public. These pants had been made slightly looser in anticipation of my growth (since I’m a child). The leg length was just right or slightly short, which I could manage, but the waist was the issue. I couldn’t button them.

The reason was simple. My body was growing, but the bigger problem was that my childish cock had become an adult one. While changing, Cass kept touching me here and there, causing my cock to grow rock-hard and point straight up toward the sky.

It had been a long time since Cass and I were alone together while changing. Her breasts were visible from the opening of her clothes. As she struggled to pull the pants up, she naturally kept stimulating my groin area. On top of that, her feminine scent kept drifting up to my nose. With visual, olfactory, and tactile stimulation hitting three of my five senses, it would be strange if I *didn’t* react.

When the pants were originally measured, an old man had done the measuring while I still had a child-sized cock. So making the waist and crotch area skin-tight meant this outcome was inevitable once it became an adult cock.

When Cass removed the pants I had worn for breakfast, my half-adult cock suddenly sprang out with a *boing!* and greeted her. Cass remained calm as if nothing had happened and tried to put the visiting pants on me. That’s when the real struggle began. I just stood there watching Cass. Every time she tried to button the pants while my cock was fully erect, she kept touching and stimulating it, so there was no way it would go down. Eventually, Cass said:

"Can’t you do something about... this?"

Her face was very close to my glans. But she was too focused on trying to get the pants on to care.

"Cass, that’s impossible. You keep stimulating my cock, so there’s no way it’ll get smaller."

"I’m not stimulating it!"

As expected, Cass hadn’t been conscious of it...

"Even so, every time you try to button it, your fingers touch my cock. That stimulates it, so it won’t go down."

"Well... but you’ll have to endure it or I can’t get the pants on you."

"That’s impossible! There’s no way I can endure it! It’s been so long since we’ve been alone together, and you’re touching my body. Of course I’m going to get excited!!"

"Eh!? You get excited?"

Cass’s natural airheadedness struck again. *She’s a married woman—what is she even saying?*

"Of course I do. Isn’t that why we had sex before!?"

"That was in the bath when I was lightly dressed, right?"

"That’s not what I mean! Your scent, your appearance, being touched by you—anyone would get excited! It’d be strange if I didn’t!"

"But my husband never..."

There it was again—her husband. *Does that husband of yours not get excited by Cass!?*

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"What should we do...?"

Cass looked completely lost. The obvious answer was to ejaculate. Once I came and my cock shrank back to its child size, we could button the pants. But Cass hadn’t thought of that? Or maybe she didn’t want to think of it?

"Should I bring another pair of pants? But there aren’t any spare pants suitable for going out..."

Cass was troubled. She didn’t seem to realize this was something only she could solve, so I had no choice but to tell her.

"Cass, to button the pants..."

"Yes? What do I need to do?"

"You have to drain me."

"I have to drain you? Drain what?"

"My semen, of course. You understand, right? If I don’t let it out, it won’t get smaller."

"Eh!? Let it out... how...? ...Huh? Eh? You don’t mean... me?"

Cass seemed to finally understand, but she was clearly flustered. I grabbed her shoulders.

"Cass, at this rate, there’s no way I can wear the pants! Even when it’s small, they’re already super tight! That’s why it’s impossible. If I force them on and then have an accident in front of Countess Rosette, that would be a disaster, right?"

*(Well, actually I do want to have an "accident," which is why I don’t want to wear pants in the first place.)*

Anyway, Cass was thinking hard. What I said was unreasonable. If she thought about it calmly, she would realize I could just put the pants on by myself. But serious Cass believed that a maid could never allow the prince to dress himself.

As for me, I was fine with her using her hand or mouth to finish me off. But I doubted Cass would choose the mouth option. She might not even know about it.

"Understood."

Cass spoke in a cold tone, took my hand, and led me to the bed. She pulled down my pants and underwear, exposing my cock. *What’s going to happen? Is she going to use her hand and mouth?* I was full of expectation when Cass sat on the edge of the bed, reached under her skirt, and pulled out her panties. She rolled them up and placed them under the bed.

My expectations skyrocketed. My cock became rock-hard, precum already leaking from the tip. But what was she going to do?

Cass lay on her back on the bed, spread her legs in an M-shape, and lifted her skirt. Then she covered her face with her hands and said,

"Go ahead. Please finish quickly."

*Go ahead?* Even though Cass wasn’t wet at all? Her princess was slightly open, and I could see a small bean at the top. I knew it would grow into a clit later, but right now it was nowhere near ready.

Still, this situation was a godsend, so I took off my jacket and got on top of her. My glans pressed against the entrance of her pussy, but since she wasn’t wet at all, there was no way it would go in.

I tried to pull her hands away from her face so I could see her, but she was holding them tight. I had no choice but to whisper in her ear,

"Cass, I’m really happy, but you’re not wet at all, so it won’t go in. We can’t do it like this."

"It won’t go in? Is it impossible?"

"It’s impossible. No matter how excited the man is, if the woman isn’t prepared and wet, you can’t have sex."

Calmly speaking, these weren’t words a 10-year-old boy who had only done it with Cass once should be saying, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time.

"Not wet...? My husband also told me that. He said I don’t get wet enough... that it’s because I lack affection... that’s why he can’t embrace me... uuuu..."

The conversation suddenly turned into heavy husband-and-wife talk... As expected, it was about Cass’s husband. My cock started to wilt. The pants might actually fit now. But I didn’t want to lose this chance!!

"Cass, I don’t think it’s your fault that you don’t get wet. In my opinion, it’s because your husband isn’t making enough effort. It’s definitely not your fault!"

"But... but... my husband said that. He said if a woman has affection for her husband, she naturally gets wet when embraced. That’s why... that’s why he made a woman outside... even had a child with her... because that woman has plenty of affection for him... uuuu... that woman and... his child... waaaaah—!!"

"That’s not true! It’s not your fault, it’s your husband’s fault!"

"Uuuu... but... but my husband said I’m the one at fault... that I’m bad... uuuu..."

"You’re wrong! Cass is not at fault! You are definitely not bad!!"

"But everyone... everyone says it’s my fault... that I don’t try hard enough... uwaaaaaah!!"

Cass removed her hands from her face, clung to me, and burst into tears. Even I could tell her husband was a hopeless man. Maybe he had been seeing that other woman even before marrying Cass, and the marriage was only for appearances, with zero love involved. How could that happen? Cass is such a cute woman—love her properly! Even if you have a mistress, she’s still your wife, so treat her right! If you did, she would respond even more!

"There, there. Cass isn’t bad. I know you’re a good person. No matter what anyone in the world says, I believe in you. The one who’s wrong is your husband."

As I stroked her head, she asked in a tearful voice,

"Really...? Prince Robby, is it really true...? Am I... not bad...?"

So no one in her married home had ever taken Cass’s side or understood her. Everyone sided with the husband and blamed her, so she had come to believe she was at fault and had been criticizing herself all this time. Was I the first person to offer her a helping hand? Poor Cass. Even though we hadn’t known each other long since I came here, she had never cried or gotten angry in front of me before.

My anger toward Cass’s husband made me hug her tighter. Cass hugged me back just as tightly, burying her face in my chest and sobbing.

I cupped her wet cheeks and lifted her face. Large tears kept spilling from her eyes. She must have been holding all of this in for so long, unable to tell anyone.

Thinking that, I held her face with both hands and brought my lips close. Cass closed her eyes and waited. When I kissed her, she pressed her lips against mine and slipped her tongue in, seeking mine. Tears continued to fall from her eyes.

"Mmm... nnh..."

Cass was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. Her arms wrapped around my neck, holding my cheeks as she kissed me desperately. The usually calm Cass was kissing me with such passion. She sought my tongue and swallowed my saliva.