Chapter 31: Finally Arrived

My hands... Cass was still wearing her maid uniform. While the chest area had a large opening, it was actually tightly secured, so I couldn’t get my hands in properly unless I undid the back. Naturally, my hands gradually moved lower. One hand supported my body while the other groped Cass’s ass. I was stroking her bare buttocks.

Whether Cass knew it or not, she was lost in the kiss and let me move my hands freely. My cock was as hard as it could possibly get, wandering across Cass’s stomach. Her skirt was rolled up, exposing her lower body all the way to her navel (or so I assumed—I couldn’t see it clearly). My cock was pressed firmly between her belly and mine. We kept kissing the whole time.

I slowly moved the hand that was stroking her ass toward her inner thighs. Hesitantly, I brought it right next to her princess’s entrance. Cass didn’t try to pull her hips away or escape my hand. That meant I could go further! I inched my fingers forward until my hand finally covered her pussy. My fingertips felt liquid. It wasn’t something I had put there—it was Cass’s own love juices, warm and sticky. I curled my finger and searched for the source. There was even more love juice there. It was practically soaking wet.

See! I knew it wasn’t Cass’s fault. It was her husband’s fault. He probably just half-assed it out of obligation, so of course Cass couldn’t get wet.

I wiped my fingers across her pussy lips, then brought them up. I pulled my face away and showed her the wet fingers.

"Cass, look. See? You’re wet. You can get wet just like anyone else. It’s not your fault—your husband is the one who did nothing."

"Eh!? Really?"

Cass touched the fingers I held out, then reached down to confirm for herself. She probably had never checked whether she was wet before. She looked surprised, then happy, and her eyes grew teary again.

"I’m wet... Prince Robby, I’m wet toooo..."

Cass wrapped both arms around my neck and kissed me.

My hand continued to stroke her pussy, caressing the inner lips and rubbing the small clit at the top.

"Uhh!?"

Cass let out a small voice. When I stroked her clit more deliberately,

"Kuuu... aaah..."

Sweet moans began to escape. As her clit grew more prominent with arousal, I pinched it between my index and middle fingers and stimulated it.

"Aaaaah—iiii—!!"

Deliciously sweet moans poured from Cass’s mouth. My cock couldn’t hold back any longer. I sat up, grabbed Cass’s hand with my free hand, and made her grip my cock. When I squeezed her hand tightly over it, Cass gripped even harder and began stroking.

Finally, Cass’s long-awaited hand was pumping my cock. It felt so good that precum kept leaking out. I knew I had to endure longer and enjoy it more, but... I was about to cum. I was going to cum any second.

"Cass, I’m about to cum. Let me put it in. Please, let me inside! I’m begging you!!"

I must have looked really desperate. Cass smiled gently, placed one hand on my shoulder, and softly pulled me closer. My cock, still held in her hand, was guided to her entrance. When she let go, I pushed forward firmly, slamming my hips against hers.

Aaaah, I’m about to cum! I thrust with all my strength. Cass wrapped both arms around my back and pulled me close. My hips moved even faster— Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh—!!!!

I exploded inside Cass. Thick spurts of semen pumped into her: *Throb! Throb! Throb!* Cass’s inner walls squeezed my cock tightly, trying to milk out every drop. It felt like I was melting. My cock felt like it was going to melt inside Cass. Before I knew it, her legs had wrapped around my ass, pulling me even deeper.

I finally felt like Cass had truly accepted me. Last time it felt forced, or like I had tricked her into it. Of course, I believe she had some willingness even then. But this time, it felt like she was accepting me willingly.

"Cass, thank you. Thank you for accepting me. Really, thank you."

"Prince Robby, I should be the one thanking you. Oh, Prince Robby, you’re crying?"

Cass gently wiped the tears from my eyes with her index finger.

"These are tears of joy, hahaha."

"Is that so? I’ve always accepted you, Prince Robby, for a long time now. It’s strange to hear you say that now."

From Cass’s perspective, that was probably true. After all, I had only been in this world for a short time.

"Ah!?"

At that moment, my cock slipped out of her.

"Oh my!? It came out, ufufu."

Maybe it was my imagination, but Cass’s voice sounded much brighter with each word.

I pulled away from Cass and used the towel beside the bed to wipe my now child-sized cock. When Cass sat up, white semen began leaking from her pussy.

"Fufufu, it’s dripping out. It’s Prince Robby’s. It’s really thick. I couldn’t tell clearly in the bath, but now it’s obvious."

She scooped some semen onto her fingertip and looked at it. *There’s not much point in looking at it, though.* I handed her the towel I had used, and she pressed it between her legs.

"When my husband did it, he never released this much... Is it because Prince Robby is young?"

*Cass, I already came multiple times last night.* What just came out inside her was only what my body produced this morning. It was fresh, but I didn’t think the volume was that extreme.

Cass tilting her head while wiping between her legs was incredibly cute. I pulled her into a hug.

"Cass, your husband doesn’t love you. Leave that husband who torments you. I can’t ask you to become my wife, but a 10-year-old (with the mind of a 30-year-old man) can’t offer any guarantees about the future. Still, leave him and stay by my side. Tell my mother and come live in the rear palace! There’s no need for you to live in a place like that. Your place is here!"

I got carried away and said something quite arrogant. A 10-year-old child shouldn’t be saying such things to a 29-year-old woman. I knew that. But watching Cass, I couldn’t stay silent. I couldn’t leave her like this. She probably thought it was just a child’s nonsense.

Cass’s eyes grew teary again. She wiped them and said,

"Prince Robby, thank you. Just hearing you say that gives me strength... You’re right. There’s no need for me to stay in that house. I have no place there anyway. Thank you."

She rested her cheek on my shoulder. Then,

"Come now, put your underwear on quickly! You can’t keep it out like that forever!"

That’s right. I had been seducing Cass with my lower half completely exposed, cock swinging freely.

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My cock had shrunk back to its child size and somehow fit into the pants. The button also fastened properly. The jacket had a few wrinkles, but Cass said it wasn’t noticeable enough to be a problem.

As we were leaving the rear palace and heading toward the carriage area, Cass suddenly let out a small "Ah!"

"What’s wrong?"

"It’s leaking... that stuff!"

"I see. Sorry about that."

"No, it can’t be helped."

Our conversations no longer felt awkward like before. If no one was watching, I would have wanted to hold her hand. I asked in a low voice:

"Can you take over as my bath attendant again, like before?"

"It’s impossible now. I’ve already assigned that older maid to you, and she’s scheduled to be in charge for the time being. Those older maids look forward to the extra allowance for bath assistance. If we suddenly take her off the duty, she’ll be disappointed, and it will affect her pay. It’s better not to change it until she herself says she wants to stop. Besides, she was very happy when she heard her allowance would increase by becoming your attendant."

"I see... *sigh*"

"Yes. For people like her, even a small increase in allowance makes them really happy."

"Does that apply to night duty as well?"

"That’s right. You mustn’t betray their expectations."

"I see..."

"Don’t make such a disappointed face. You’re going to meet Countess Rosette, right? If you don’t look more cheerful, she might dislike you."

"Ah..."

*Because no matter how I think about it, I can’t see a future where I can be alone with Cass again!*

Cass patted me on the back. I pictured Countess Rosette’s face and her cleavage, lifted my head, and was about to get into the carriage when I noticed the guard sitting on the coachman’s seat. Small stature, light blue hair — it was Stevie. I stopped in my tracks.

"Is Stevie the guard today?"

"Yes, that’s correct."

"Why again?"

"I volunteered. I had a feeling something delicious might be available. From now on, I plan to accompany Prince Robby on outings as much as possible."

"You should just go pull weeds in the garden."

"I hate bugs, so gardening doesn’t suit me."

"Ah, I see."

We got into the carriage and departed.

"You seem tired?"

Stevie peeked through the window from the coachman’s seat and asked. This guy notices the strangest little things.

"I don’t feel particularly tired? Do I look that way?"

"Yes, somehow you have the atmosphere of someone worn out."

"Really? I couldn’t sleep last night because I was so excited about today’s visit. Maybe that’s why."

"Ehhh— Really? What are you so excited about?"

"I’ve been raised entirely inside the rear palace, right? I’ve only recently been able to go outside the palace. Everything I see and hear outside fascinates me. Everything feels new and interesting. Even the pudding I ate yesterday and the day before — the maids had been talking about it, but it was my first time eating it.

That’s why today, just thinking about seeing the magic book from Countess Rosette makes me incredibly excited."

It was mostly a lie, but mixed with some truth. I hoped this would convince Stevie.

"I was the happiest I’ve ever been in my life getting to eat pudding two days in a row. I wonder if I can eat it again today?"

"I don’t know about that, but if you keep everything you see and hear today a secret, I think there will be another chance. If you talk too much, I’ll replace you as my guard starting tomorrow."

"No problem! No matter what I see or hear, I absolutely won’t tell anyone!!"

"But you’ll tell your superior, right?"

"Hmmm... that depends on the content. I want to avoid talking as much as possible, but that’s up to Prince Robby’s wishes."

"I’m definitely replacing you. You’re fired. Starting tomorrow, you can pull weeds or clean rooms."

"Ehhhhhh—!? Why are you saying such cold things!? After how close we are!"

"People will misunderstand if you phrase it like that, so stop talking that way."

"Prince Robby, you’ve been so cold since yesterday!"

"I stopped talking to you."

While continuing this pointless conversation with Stevie, we finally arrived at Countess Rosette’s mansion. A butler was waiting at the entrance. The butler’s face was pleasant, but the maids all wore identical, mask-like expressions. *Even if it’s fake, at least smile a little!*