A Happening at the Tea Party
When we arrived at the tea party, the guests who had gotten there first waved lightly in our direction. Naturally, there wasn't a man in sight—just a table overflowing with women.
I would have preferred a seat at the far end if I'd had any say in it, but Adela steered us right next to her. Dead center of the table. We sat down under a barrage of stares.
Adela cleared her throat and opened her mouth like a general addressing troops about to march into battle.
"I put it on the invitations, but just in case—you all know our tea parties are about fun and gossip, not formality and etiquette, right?"
"Yes~"
"Yes..."
The young ladies answered like kindergarteners chiming in with their teacher. I glanced around and mumbled a small reply of my own. Veronica, of course, just wore that pleasant smile of hers and didn't say a word.
Adela sat down looking thoroughly satisfied. As if they'd been waiting for that exact cue, the young ladies started talking one after another. The tea party had officially begun.
"Adela, thank you so much for inviting me again."
"Oh, don't be so formal. If I didn't invite you, who would I invite?"
"Lady Adela, the tea smells wonderful. Might I ask where you found it?"
"You noticed! Let me tell you about this tea..."
The young ladies traded greetings and gossip like old friends. Whether it was cliquishness or just the awkwardness of a first meeting, nobody said a word to me.
Not that I felt left out. If anything, I was grateful they weren't talking to me. I didn't enjoy parties to begin with, and even when I did attend one, I usually killed time in a corner. Just sitting dead center was already making my stomach churn. On top of that, I had zero confidence I could blend into this kind of girls' talk.
Being treated like wallpaper? Fine by me.
I quietly savored my tea, enjoying my solitude amid the chatter.
"Since when did we get so stingy?"
Apparently Adela wasn't having it.
"How can none of you say a single word to Miss Katrina when it's her first time here?"
"Oh, well..."
"It's all right, Miss Katrina. I'll speak for you."
I opened my mouth at those PTSD-inducing words, but she shut me down without even trying. Adela launched into a speech about first meetings and the importance of friendship.
I looked at Veronica, silently begging her to put a stop to this, but she just gave me a look that said there was nothing she could do either.
When the speech from hell finally ended, a round of applause broke out. I still don't know who that speech was even for.
Adela slowly scanned the table. The message was clear: talk to Katrina. Now.
"We're sorry... we got so caught up chatting among ourselves."
"Right? It must have been so awkward, coming here for the first time. We're sorry we didn't look after you."
"Oh, no, it's fine."
"By the way, how are you feeling?"
"That's right. We heard you came down from the capital to recuperate."
"The capital? You really came from the capital?"
"I heard even the capital isn't safe these days. Is that true?"
"Have you been to the Herrlich clothing boutique in the capital?! It's always at the forefront of fashion—it's one of the places I absolutely have to visit!"
"Uh, well..."
And with that signal, a tidal wave of chatter crashed over me. In an instant, I'd gone from wallpaper to the star of the tea party. Voices came at me from every direction until my head started to spin. I clung to my sanity and answered the questions one by one.
"Air raid sirens went off from time to time, but no bombs ever actually fell..."
"See? I told you the war is going in our favor."
"Who said we were going to lose? I just meant the war might drag on."
"I've heard a lot about the Herrlich boutique, but I've never actually been. Supposedly even now, in the middle of a war, the waiting list is over a hundred people..."
"My goodness, that many?"
"That's what they say. And they won't sell to you no matter how much money you bring if you're not a noble."
"Ugh—that's just ridiculous. They say if you're talented, you're allowed to have no manners. I guess that saying is actually true, isn't it?"
"Right?"
Fortunately, every time I said one thing, two or three people would jump in with their own comments, so it wasn't too exhausting. Cost-effective conversation, I suppose.
I'd been worried my speech patterns might give away that I was a man, but it looked like I could put that fear to rest.
"So how has everyone been lately?"
"You mean that?"
"Yes... all the men around us have completely dried up. It's a real problem."
"I know, right? At this rate I'm going to get cobwebs in my pussy."
"Then when your lover comes back, you'll be as tight as a virgin. He'll love that."
"Oh my, someone might think I just give it up to anyone."
They wouldn't be saying this kind of thing out loud if there were a man present. Not that I couldn't understand. From commoners to nobles, every man had been dragged off to war—of course they were starving for it.
But as the conversation got deeper and dirtier, something started stirring below my waist.
"I was so lonely I bought this new adult toy called a Womanizer, and it was incredible."
"Really? I was on the fence about getting one myself."
"At first I thought it was too small, but the second I put it on I almost came on the spot."
"Better than a vibrating dildo?"
"There's no comparison!"
I pressed down on my cock as it started to stir and stretch. I glanced sideways just in case—Adela was sparkling-eyed and completely locked in, clearly loving this topic.
I was just trying to keep my lower half under control with some halfhearted agreement when—
Vrrrrm—
"Nnh...?"
The dildo inside me started vibrating. It was a different kind of stimulation from being thrust into—a buzzing that bloomed deep in my belly.
A few of the young ladies shot me suspicious looks at the sound I made, but they went right back to their conversation.
I glared at Veronica with all the resentment I could muster. She ignored my stare and just tilted her head.
Apparently the dildo I'd put in had a vibration function too, just like the one that young lady had mentioned. And it could be controlled wirelessly, no less.
I tugged lightly on Veronica's dress under the table. She looked over at me with an expression of pure innocence.
"What's the matter?"
"Turn it off. Please..."
"It's only on level one. Endure it."
She whispered it in that sly voice of hers and turned her head away again.
Level one...? That meant there were higher levels.
A cold dread crawled up the back of my neck, the kind you get when you finally understand the twist in a horror movie.
Vrrrrm— vrrrrm—
And even as that thought hit me, the dildo's buzzing grew stronger. There must have been a rotor in the head, because it was working the deepest part of my insides.
A sensation I'd forgotten came flooding back, and my body started to heat up. It was a different kind of relentless torment from the misery the rattling carriage had given me.
Before I knew it, my cock was so hard that you could see it if I didn't cover it with my hand. On top of that, every nerve in my body was on edge, terrified someone would hear the buzzing.
I tried my hardest not to let it show, but Adela, sitting right next to me, seemed to notice and spoke up.
"Katrina, are you all right?"
"I-I'm fine..."
"You don't look fine. You're not sick, are you?"
She even put a hand on my forehead, fussing over me. I couldn't tell if this girl had good instincts or terrible ones.
Every gaze at the table swung back toward me.
"Has your condition gotten worse?"
"You didn't overdo it coming to the tea party, did you?"
"...No, I'm fine."
The young ladies looked at me with pity and offered words of concern, but none of it reached my ears. My prostate had started trembling in time with the dildo's vibrations.
If this kept up, I was going to make a complete spectacle of myself.
"Is your body acting up again?"
That was when Veronica spoke, her voice low.
You little—this is your fault.
I wanted to say it out loud, but there were too many ears, so I settled for glaring at her with the most threatening expression I could manage.
Veronica casually slipped an arm around my waist.
"Excuse us for a moment."
"Does she need a doctor?"
"It's not that serious, so don't worry. She'll be fine once she gets some fresh air."
Veronica supported me as she led me toward the restroom. I clenched my ass and took careful steps, terrified the dildo would slip out.
"She must be feeling really unwell."
"And she still came to the tea party... I'm grateful, but I also feel terrible."
Little did they know that sight would give rise to a completely wrong impression.
"Did you enjoy being surrounded by all those young ladies?"
"I didn't liiike it..."
Once we reached the restroom, Veronica dropped the act. She stood me in front of the toilet, then slowly circled behind me and wrapped her arms around me. Her breasts pressed against my back, and her warm breath tickled the nape of my neck.
"Is that so? Then that's a relief."
Vrrrrm— vrrrm— vrrrrm— vrrrm—
With the click of a button, the steady vibration suddenly turned erratic.
"Nnhhh...♡"
"Everyone looked so worried. When the truth is you were just getting off on the dildo stuffed in your ass. They'd be so disappointed if they knew."
She tore into me as she hiked up my dress. My panties had been shoved aside by my erect cock and weren't functioning as underwear at all.
"What is with these panties? You've really become a complete female, haven't you?"
"That's not—it's because of the dildo..."
"The dildo?"
Veronica lifted the back of my dress too, the way you'd check a baby's diaper.
"Ahh—so that's why."
My hole was contracting, trying to push the dildo out, and my panties were stretched to the tearing point trying to hold it in.
She shoved one of her legs between mine.
"Hhk—♡"
"You need to clench that ass. What are you going to do if it falls out in the middle of the tea party?"
Her thigh pressed the escaped dildo firmly back inside. My hips buckled on their own and my upper body pitched forward. I caught myself on the shelf above the toilet, frozen in a bent-over crouch.
Veronica bent with me and wrapped her hand around my cock, already beading with precum.
"If we stay too long they'll think something's up, so let's finish this quickly and go back."
"Yeshhh...♡"
Veronica started stroking fast from the very first second. It was a clinical, businesslike hand job—the kind you'd use to collect semen from an animal. No affection, just a steady back-and-forth at a constant speed.
But the dildo buried in my ass was vibrating irregularly. The destructive harmony of the two was more than I could take, and I came almost immediately.
"Haaah...♡"
"Even the sounds you make when you cum are like a female now."
Semen splattered into the toilet bowl. She milked out every last drop, then flushed. Katrina's little cock vanished into the swirling water.
"Feeling better? Let's go."
Veronica flicked the water from her washed hands as she said it. I washed my hands too, and we went back to the tea party together.
"I had no idea you were feeling that unwell. I'm so sorry."
"Would it be all right if we came to visit you next time?"
"I know a wonderful tonic from the East. I'll send some over later."
When we returned, everyone started fussing over me with worried eyes, offering this and that. Why they were doing it, I still couldn't figure out—even after we got back to the estate.