Chapter 171: Inside the Carriage
Chapter 171: Inside the Carriage
I never dreamed such a development was waiting until I boarded the carriage. I can only pray that this is not a dream. And that I won’t be sent back to Earth at this exact moment!Surely the Queen had planned this in advance. Truly, what is terrifying is a woman’s obsession with beauty, isn’t it? Perhaps even after going to the Mainz Kingdom I could sell the youth-rejuvenating medicine and make a living from it. No — living expenses seemed sufficient, so it might be just right for pocket money.
No, no, no — that doesn’t matter now. Right now my eyes were completely captured by the cleavage visible through the gap in the Queen’s clothing where it pressed against my arm. Was this really okay? Was it safe? Those thoughts swirled chaotically through my head. After all the previous rejections, to suddenly get an OK at the very last moment felt far too suspicious. After everything I had done up until now, to get cold feet here of all places!! — the other me inside my head was yelling.
Ehhh, whatever happens, happens—!!
"Your Majesty, please!"
Half in desperation, I loosened the string of my trousers and even the string of my underwear. My cock was still hiding deep inside my underwear, frozen with fear. The boiling blood in my head had not yet reached my cock!
Still, not that much time had passed since Stevie extracted me this morning, so the tank didn’t feel very full. At least it was good that I hadn’t gone for a second round with Stevie this morning. Even though those white string panties had tempted me, it was good that I had given up.
"Oh? It’s still small, isn’t it?"
The Queen peered in and commented. Calling it small... well, it is true.
"Your Majesty, even if you say that, it doesn’t suddenly grow large."
I made an excuse that sounded like an old man.
"Is that so? According to Linda it becomes large right away."
Your Majesty, are you going to drop that proper noun? Linda’s opinion may be rather biased, you know? Greatly!
"That’s... um, Your Majesty, no matter what, it won’t grow large just from being looked at by Your Majesty without anything else. At the very least, could you please make it large with Your Majesty’s hand?"
I earnestly requested. It was an extremely presumptuous request, but still.
"What should I do?"
Oh my, she didn’t even know the absolute basics? The Queen must have been like a tuna hauled onto land whenever she was with His Majesty the King. In that case His Majesty must have had the pleasure of developing the Queen, but perhaps he never even thought of such troublesome things? Not only His Majesty, but high-ranking nobles in general probably took the stance that as long as a child was produced with the legal wife, there was no need to put in effort or make the flower bloom — "I don’t care."
So, left with no choice, I took my cock out with my own hand. It was still in its child-cock state. I had wanted the situation where the Queen slipped her own hand into my underwear, searched for it, and took it out. In that process the thing that needed to grow would have grown, I believed. Was that a pleasure only for intermediate level and above?