Chapter 253: Christine’s Melancholy
Chapter 253: Christine’s Melancholy
Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring.A full month had passed since Prince Robin left the capital. The Accounting Bureau continued its quiet daily routine—Christine McVie included.
Yet Christine was thoroughly sick of that boring daily life.
When she first heard that the infamous "idiot prince," the eleventh prince, would be coming to work at the Accounting Bureau, everyone there had been shocked. She had asked Marin Brandow, who had been teaching the prince martial arts, what kind of person he really was. Marin’s answer was the same: he was an idiot. Poor memory, unable to concentrate for long, quickly growing bored. Keeping his attention was exhausting; look away for even a moment and he would try to escape. What were the higher-ups thinking, dumping such a troublesome child on the Accounting Bureau? Everyone—including Christine—had assumed it was just an excuse for "workplace experience," a way to keep him from causing chaos in the rear palace by giving him something useful to do.
The prince who arrived escorted by a maid looked nothing like the rumors. His face was perfectly normal. At the very least, he did not look like the idiot everyone described. He didn’t glance around restlessly or make strange noises; he seemed calm. Of course, Christine knew from experience that appearances often failed to match expectations.
Still, everyone seemed surprised when they saw him, and they said as much out loud. The bureau chief pushed him onto Marin, who already had a connection with the prince. At first Robin’s eyes had wandered everywhere, but he adapted to the atmosphere of the Accounting Bureau surprisingly quickly and began doing the work he was given—better than Marin, even!
While working with Marin, whenever Christine pointed out one of Marin’s mistakes, Marin would lean forward to check. At those moments Robin would stretch up a little and peer into Marin’s modest chest. Is a chest that cute really that interesting? Christine had thought. Then big sister will give you a little service. She undid one button at her collar and showed a glimpse. He latched onto it immediately. This is fun! Her own husband barely looked at her chest, yet this prince was so eager. Interesting little prince!
There had been a moment of tension when Marin made a rude remark, but Robin gradually blended into the Accounting Bureau and began revealing hidden talents. Among everyone in the bureau, his calculation speed and accuracy were top-tier. Who started those awful rumors about him? The more she wondered, the more interested she became. A prince who was both capable at work and abnormally interested in women’s chests and bottoms. Considering his age he was a little precocious... or was that simply age-appropriate?
When she sat him beside her to work, he kept glancing at her while he calculated—eyes licking over her chest, her legs, every exposed place. Robin seemed to think she hadn’t noticed, but she noticed everything. If she leaned forward just a little and offered a deeper view of her cleavage, his eyes locked on. This boy is far more advanced than his years! Should she show him a little more? Sitting beside him and deliberately pressing her chest against him made him tense up... and she could clearly feel the reaction between his legs. My, my. What a predicament.
When they worked face-to-face and she teased him with her foot under the table, he properly teased her back. This child is quite something! She could hardly believe he was only ten.
The turning point arrived suddenly one day. A messenger from Prime Minister Richelieu came to the Accounting Bureau saying the prime minister wished to see Robin. That day her teasing produced an even stronger reaction than usual. On a pure whim—she still couldn’t explain why—she loosened his belt...
That single act set her mischievous heart ablaze. Before she knew it she was gripping Prince Robin’s cock. A child’s body, yet an adult’s size. It swelled in an instant, growing as large as her husband’s—no, larger—and far harder. Her husband’s was soft; Robin’s was as hard as the desk itself. The moment she saw the head, its aggressive presence overwhelmed her and she took it into her mouth.
She almost never put her husband’s in her mouth. She had done so in the early days of their marriage, but now he only held her out of duty. So she did nothing for him either, simply letting herself be taken. Perhaps the fact that they still had no children had driven them even further apart.
Yet the instant she saw Robin’s splendid thing, she had taken it in. She held it, tasted it with her tongue, sucked. It felt so good inside her mouth—the head bumping against every place.