Chapter 181: Reflecting Just a Tiny Bit, Only a Tiny Bit

I wasn’t sure how much was coming out. Every time it did, my hips pulled back. The pleasure was intense. The cock gripped by Lily was so sensitive it almost hurt. How many times had I released in a single day, anyway? Even though it was my own body, I was worse than a cat in heat.

After being squeezed and squeezed until not even dregs came out,

"It seems this is the end. It’s a little small, but there are times like that, aren’t there?"

Lily’s comment brought it to a close. Over there Michel was still moving. For me today, that was the last shot.

"I’ll clean it up,"

Lily said, taking it into her mouth and licking, but it hurt, it hurt~~~! My hips kept pulling back. Yet Lily mercilessly held my waist and took it all the way to the back of her throat. Wasn’t this beyond the scope of "cleaning it up"? Was she trying to make it get big again? It’s already impossible, I have things I can’t do toooo. Ahh, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten carried away and released so much with Cass.

Finally Lily licked the glans with a smooth motion and said,

"Maybe it’s just my imagination, but the taste seems thin."

Are you a semen critic or something!?

"I had heard that on the day a man cuts someone down, he boils with energy, but today’s Robby-sama seems different?"

She was referring to the daytime events. Well, there were various things.

"Is this all right? Shall I put it away?"

Lily asked while holding the string of my underwear, and I had no objection. Michel’s place still hadn’t finished, but Marin-sensei’s place was dark — tonight just wasn’t that kind of night.

"Yeah, it’s fine. Put it away."

I had already entered sage mode.

Taking Lily with me, we jumped — pon, pooon — across the roofs and headed to the Anderson Ducal Mansion. The window of the Countess Rosette’s room next door was dark, so had she already gone to sleep? I hadn’t said goodbye, but that couldn’t be helped.

When I stood on the wall of the Anderson Ducal Mansion, several people were standing in the garden. They spotted me and beckoned. I had been careful with Stealth and Concealment, yet they still knew I had come.

When I descended into the garden and approached as invited, the one who had beckoned me was the familiar old man.

Suddenly he said in a rough tone,

"So you came after all. I heard. It was rough, wasn’t it."

To that I replied with something odd like,

"Yes, thanks to you."

I felt the distance had closed considerably, and then,

"What do you mean ’thanks to you’? You don’t know how to speak. With that kind of attitude you’ll suffer unnecessary hardship."

I was scolded. He had completely turned into the noisy old man from the neighborhood.

"They say you should buy hardship even if you have to pay for it,"

I said without thinking, and he burst out laughing,

"You say clever things, don’t you. Hahaha."

"I will be departing tomorrow, so I came to pay my respects."

I bowed my head. When I raised it, the old man wore an extremely serious expression.

"There was the daytime incident as well, so be careful on the road. It would not be strange for anything to happen. I believe what happened today is only the opening of what is to come."

He said something inauspicious.

"I hesitate to talk back, but isn’t a fringe prince like me someone who doesn’t matter whether he’s there or not? Today we were targeted because the Queen was at my side, weren’t we?"

He laughed "hya hya" and said,

"Hmph, that is your way of looking at it. Whether the other side thinks the same is another matter. They may be overestimating you, or underestimating you. However, today you protected the Queen to the end, didn’t you? Those who learned of that will only raise their evaluation of you; I think there is no one left who looks down on you."

"I don’t know whether that is something to be happy about or not."

"Indeed. If you return safely to this country, shall I make you the husband of my granddaughter? I could even make you a small rural lord somewhere."

"By all means! Please take care of me."

I bowed my head. Behind me Lily whispered, "Are you all right?"

"Hmph, don’t speak so knowingly when you haven’t even seen her. You don’t even know which of my granddaughters it is."

"Yes, I don’t know. I’m looking forward to it."

Lily tugged repeatedly on my sleeve. Wondering what it was,

"She is here. She is in the Rear Palace, a 10-year-old princess. Her name is..."

When Lily had gotten that far, the old man shouted,

"Hey!! There’s no need to say unnecessary things! But my granddaughter did say this: until you fell ill she didn’t even want to look at you, but after the illness was cured you became a different person. However, she also said the way you looked at her in the bath was lewd. Well now, is there a connection?"

Eh, a princess? That I looked at her with lewd eyes in the bath? Does that mean the beautiful girl whose completely naked body I saw the moment I transferred here, right in the bathroom? And I would be her husband? No no no no, how happy that would be! If she grows up straight — no, if she grows sexually — there would be nothing more to ask for! Ah, but isn’t it a problem that we have the same father?

"That is happy news, but isn’t it a problem that we share the same father?"

"Hmph! And here I thought you were going to say something else. There’s no need to worry about that. Such things happen all the time in this world! More importantly, think about returning safely!"

I was scolded at the end. Inside this old man’s mind I already seemed to be the husband of his granddaughter. Indeed, returning safely was a major undertaking, I thought.

Just like that, I returned without receiving any parting gift. Was the verbal promise of marriage to his granddaughter the parting gift?