Chapter 33: Diving In...

Jacqueline made a face that said she didn’t really understand either.

"I can’t use magic, so I don’t know the details, but apparently it’s things like ’Light’ and ’Fire.’ Mid-level magic is apparently taught secretly by teachers to their best disciples. That’s why even talented mages find it difficult to surpass their masters. Since I have no talent for magic, even the so-called beginner spells don’t make any sense to me. People who can use magic say it’s too simple and not worth their time."

I don’t quite get it, but does that mean there’s an aptitude for magic, and if you don’t have it, nothing registers even if you read it?

"Heeeh, that’s the first I’ve heard of that. Sounds pretty tough. But since I know nothing, this is more than enough for a start. May I read it now?"

"No! Not yet, ufufu. Sorry for teasing you. You may take the book home with you. So for now, why don’t we talk for a while?"

Jacqueline took my hand and gazed at me. When I looked down, I could see her ample breasts. There was almost no gap in her cleavage — her breasts were so full they completely filled the space. There was no room for a hand to slip in.

"Honestly, you immediately look at my chest! Look at my face more, please."

She lifted my chin with her finger, forcing me to look directly at her face.

Being stared at by her eyes must have released dopamine — my heart was pounding wildly. Jacqueline smiled gently, brought her face closer, and closed her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, clearly waiting for a kiss. Drawn in by her lips, I leaned forward and kissed her. Jacqueline cupped my cheeks and slipped her tongue inside. Before seeking my tongue, she licked my gums. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant. In my previous life, I had probably never had a woman lick my gums before! When a woman does something like this, even a 30-year-old like me has very few responses in his arsenal and doesn’t know what to do. In times like these, I’m grateful my outward appearance is only 10 years old. Even if I freeze up, it can be passed off as age-appropriate.

My free hand tried to do something and reached for her breasts, but they were much more firmly guarded than they looked. The dress was designed so tightly that I couldn’t feel the softness of her breasts. Even though they looked like they might spill out, the dress was made so they absolutely wouldn’t. I tried lifting them from below and squeezing from the sides, but nothing worked.

My movements must have looked ridiculous, because Jacqueline laughed.

"Fufu, ufufu. It’s no use, Robby. The area around my chest — actually, everything above my waist — is tightly cinched at the back. It won’t loosen unless the back is untied. Only my maid can loosen it. My body is only free when I’m sleeping. At all other times, I’m always tightly bound. It’s unfortunate, isn’t it?"

*Haaaa—!?* What the hell? I’ve never heard or been taught about this kind of mechanism. Even Cass this morning wasn’t cinched this tightly. Does that mean... down below too? Is it also heavily guarded?

I slid my hand under the hem of her skirt and reached inside. Huh? Under Jacqueline’s skirt there was another skirt, and under that yet another? What’s going on? When I looked up at her face in confusion, she was smiling sweetly.

"It won’t be that easy, Robby. I made sure today that even if you try to search, you won’t be able to reach anything!"

"I see..."

As soon as I said it, I realized my heavy disappointment was clearly audible at the end of my sentence.

Jacqueline chuckled softly.

"Robby, children shouldn’t misbehave!"

She gently scolded me in a teasing tone. *Well, I guess it can’t be helped then.* Wait... but if everything above the waist needs a maid to loosen it, and the lower half has multiple layered skirts to prevent mischief, then what does she do when she needs to pee?

"Robby, what are you thinking about?"

Jacqueline’s question didn’t register. If she gets dressed in the morning with a maid’s help and stays tightly bound until bedtime, how does she go to the bathroom? She can’t possibly undress everything every single time, right? But if there’s a way to pee easily without undressing everything... If that’s the case...?

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to investigate!

"Jacqueline, may I investigate a little?"

"Investigate? What? Eh? My legs?"

"Yes!"

"You really are hopeless, Robby. Today is special. Go ahead and investigate as much as you like."

Jacqueline remained seated, slightly spread her legs, and stretched them out. She looked completely confident that I wouldn’t be able to figure it out. *In that case, excuse me.* She still hasn’t caught on to my mischievous plan!

I dove straight under Jacqueline’s skirt!

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Inside Jacqueline’s skirt was a world of layered underskirts and chemise fabric. The layers blocked out almost all light, making it impossible to see what was where. But the scent was incredible — thick and heavy. There was the smell of perfume, but the main source seemed to be the natural scent coming from Jacqueline herself. Where was that scent coming from...?

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Jacqueline was already regretting her words. She had told Robby he could go under her skirt, but she never imagined he would actually dive right in. Even though he was only ten years old, he was still a prince of the kingdom — the eleventh prince, yes, but a prince nonetheless — and here he was, burying his head under a married woman over thirty’s skirt. Right now, only Robby’s head was hidden beneath the fabric while the rest of him remained outside. She could feel his hands pushing the layers apart against her legs. As he pushed deeper, her legs were forced wider.

While Robby explored, he found Jacqueline’s calf. The moment he grabbed her ankle—

"Kyaa!"

A cute little shriek escaped her. He traced upward from her ankle, along her calf, past her knee, and up her thigh. It was too dark to see clearly, so he lifted the skirt with one hand to let in some light. There they were — the dreaded bloomer-style pumpkin pants.

He felt disappointed, but since he had already reached them, maybe there was some secret to these pants. He slipped his hand between the legs of the pumpkin pants, hoping to touch her princess even through the fabric. But strangely, there was no cloth there — only bare skin. More precisely, skin and what felt like pubic hair brushed against his fingers! There it was! There it was! This must be a slit designed for peeing without removing the skirt! (That’s what it has to be! I want to believe that!) So the pumpkin pants had a slit!

"Kyaa! No! Not there! Stop it, please!"

Jacqueline cried out and tried to stop Robby’s hand by pressing down on her skirt from above. However, with so many layers of fabric in between, she couldn’t accurately pin down his hand. Her intention wasn’t reaching him. And even if it had, Robby had no intention of stopping.

His hand had naturally reached Jacqueline’s princess. He touched her pubic hair and slid downward. Jacqueline tried to close her legs, but Robby’s head was already between them, keeping her knees apart by the width of his head.

"Stop! Prince Robby, please stop!!"

Jacqueline begged desperately, but from Robby’s perspective, there was no way he would stop now that he had come this far! The tip of his finger that had slid downward was already wet. *This liquid must be coming from inside her, right?* Even if it was urine at this point, he decided not to care. He pressed his hand against her pussy and moved it back and forth.

"No! Don’t! Stop! Prince Robby! No!!"

Jacqueline twisted her hips trying to escape his hand, but she ended up pressing her waist against the corner of the chair, fixing her in place. Ironically, that helped Robby.

Despite her pleas to stop, the wetness on Robby’s hand was clearly increasing. He could feel a distinct slit. He ran his finger along it slowly. As he gradually pressed his finger deeper into the cleft, more love juice began to flow in response. The small inner lips seemed to move as his finger stimulated them.

"No! Aah, no! Please stop! Stop it! I’ll... I’ll call for help!"

Robby listened to Jacqueline’s sweet, almost moaning cries from under the skirt. Even if she said she’d call for help, there was no way she could in this situation. No one could be allowed to see a prince with his head buried under the Countess’s skirt.

To Robby, Jacqueline’s "Stop!" sounded more like the reverse of "More!" He remembered the old saying from his previous life: "When a woman says no, she sometimes means yes."

As he moved his finger, he felt something swelling up at the upper end of the slit. *This has to be it.* He pressed the pad of his middle finger against the swollen nub and rubbed it. Repeating the motion, Jacqueline reacted beautifully.

"Aah! No! Not there! Please stop! Aahn... Ah, no! Guuh!"

She tried to twist her hips away, but she couldn’t escape. Instead, her hips moved forward, pressing herself harder against Robby’s hand.

He couldn’t let this good fortune go to waste. However, being under the skirt was incredibly hot. It was so stuffy he could barely breathe.

"Bwuh!"

He pulled his head out from under the skirt and met Jacqueline’s eyes. Her eyes were moist, her face flushed red. She seemed to want to say something, but her mouth just opened and closed without producing words. Robby’s right hand continued rubbing her. He brought his left hand over to join it, aiming for the hot hole and small inner lips deeper inside. *I mustn’t rush. Slowly... carefully, so I don’t scare her!*

Jacqueline glared at him. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip. But she said nothing. Instead, she grabbed Robby’s head with both hands and ran her fingers through his hair.

While his middle finger played with her clit, his left hand’s fingers advanced and found the hot spring deeper inside. *I want to put it in! I want to push it in deep!* But no — carefully! Be careful!!

First, he gently inserted his index finger. Slowly, slowly, into the hot, wet folds.

It slipped in perfectly, almost like it was being sucked in. Rather than "inserting," it felt like it was *being drawn* inside! All the way to the base in one smooth motion! Maybe because his finger was slender, it went in so easily.

Robby didn’t feel much resistance, but Jacqueline clearly felt it.

"Ah! Uhh! It’s in... it went in..."

Jacqueline arched her back. Robby moved his finger up and down, then added a second finger. That too slid in smoothly. The inside grew even hotter and wetter, providing better lubrication.

Jacqueline held Robby’s head, stroking his hair lovingly, weaving her fingers through it. As he moved his fingers in and out, her face twisted, turned side to side, and her chin rose and fell. Her expressions clearly showed the stimulation to her clit and inside her vagina.

Jacqueline cupped Robby’s cheeks with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss. Because of the bulk of the front of her skirt, his fingers slipped out. It was less a kiss and more like her tongue tracing his lips before plunging into his mouth and moving wildly. He didn’t know how to respond.

When the kiss ended, Robby thought he shouldn’t touch her with the hand that had been inside her, so he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick them. Seeing this, Jacqueline grabbed his wrist after a moment of hesitation, trying to stop him.

"R-Robby! That finger... don’t tell me...!?"

"Yes. It’s the finger that was inside you, Jacqueline. I thought it would be rude to touch you with it like this, so I was going to clean it by licking."

"Haah!!"

Jacqueline tried to push his hand away to stop him from licking it.

"Stop! It’s dirty! You mustn’t lick something like that!!"

"But this finger was inside you, Jacqueline. What part of it is dirty? If you say that, then we can’t do things like this, you know?"

Robby pushed Jacqueline down, flipped up her skirt, parted the layers of fabric, and finally laid eyes on her princess. Jacqueline had no idea what he was about to do. Like Cass, she had barely had any proper sexual relations with her husband. She had never received real foreplay. She didn’t know about cunnilingus and had never experienced it. She couldn’t even imagine a man putting his mouth on a woman’s most private place — especially not a noble, let alone a prince.

But Robby dove his head under her skirt again. The moment Jacqueline felt something wet and slippery, she realized her clit was being enveloped. *Why is it so wet?* She quickly realized it was Robby’s tongue.

"No... you mustn’t... no, not there... it’s dirty... you can’t... aah... Robby, please... stop... I’m begging you..."

By the end, her voice was barely audible.