Chapter 163: Is the Queen Inviting Me?
Chapter 163: Is the Queen Inviting Me?
The next morning, it was time for the Queen’s morning walk.Last night’s night shift was Linda. When I told her I needed to collect semen twice, she shouted,
"There won’t be any left for me—!!"
Well, it couldn’t be helped. The maids’ portions took priority over Linda’s. I carefully told Linda that "greed is a sin," but in the end the two nighttime extractions went to the Queen and the maids, while the early-morning one went to Linda.
I wondered if being squeezed this much would make me look exhausted, but that didn’t seem to be the case at all. Thinking about it, back in middle school in my previous life, I used to masturbate from morning until night on days off... well, maybe I’m exaggerating a little. But it was roughly like that. Compared to then, I feel like I can still produce plenty more. In my previous life the material was two-dimensional, but now it’s real women who will do anything, touch me, and show me everything.
Anyway, putting those unnecessary thoughts aside — today the maids’ steps were light as well. Even their expressions were different.
In no time at all we reached the short rest in the garden. First the Queen drank. The maids stared intently. Then when I took out the glass containing the semen for the maids, they quickly produced their own personal glasses. Since this was the second extraction and the original amount was small, I had diluted it in advance with mana water. If this still works, wouldn’t my semen be called divine liquid? Well, probably not.
As I poured into each glass in turn,
"Ah!"
voices spilled out. They were comparing the amounts with the neighboring glasses. I didn’t think there was that much difference, but for the maids it seemed to be a serious issue — all four of them lined the glasses up and compared them. It couldn’t be helped. I adjusted so the amounts were as even as possible, but I had the feeling the glasses themselves were slightly different shapes. Was that okay?
Then the maids took their glasses, put a sip in their mouths, and in perfect unison declared,
""""It’s biiitterrr—!!""""
Of course it was. The Queen was laughing.
"Good medicine tastes bitter!!"
one of the maids said, and the other three nodded and finished the rest. One of them tried to lick the glass and was checked by the Queen’s eyes.
"It kind of smells fishy, but will this make my skin glowing and smooth tomorrow too?"
one of the maids muttered in a small voice. The others joined in,
"That’s right, it’s the secret ’youth-rejuvenating medicine’!"
"I’m looking forward to tomorrow!"
"Ufufu, I’ll show off tomorrow!"
They were speaking in voices they thought I couldn’t hear, but it was perfectly audible. The Queen just gave a bitter smile. Well, she was steadily drinking it herself, so she had composure. And she knew exactly what the youth-rejuvenating medicine was made of.