7. The Prince's Secret
7. The Prince's Secret
Knock, knock—
"Your Highness. It's Beron. May I come in?"
At the sound of Beron's voice from outside, Lucas opened his eyes. What came into view was the still unfamiliar ceiling.
Though not comparable to the imperial palace, it was a room that seemed quite carefully decorated. High-quality plush bedding and expensive treasures and paintings adorning the room. Especially, even a crystal orb with exceptionally clear interior, rare even in the imperial palace.
But what good was any of that?
No matter how well he was being treated, this was an unfamiliar place in a foreign land where it was hard to grow attached. Moreover, it was merely a stopover on the way to his destination.
Lucas swept back his disheveled hair and was about to speak. But at that moment, he became aware of an unpleasant dampness felt between his thighs.
"...Wait a moment."
"Understood."
He lifted the blanket to examine his underwear. He wasn't so pathetic at his age that he'd wet the bed to that extent. Or so he had thought of himself.
It wasn't urine after all.
Instead, a pungent smell vibrating inside the blanket and a sticky, unpleasant sensation...
"Sigh... How utterly pathetic."
Self-reproach.
A pathetic man who, despite being a prince, didn't even have the confidence to hold a woman. If rumors spread that he went around having wet dreams, would he even be able to show his face?
Lucas staggered out of bed.
Feeling stifled, he opened the window first. The structure prevented anyone outside from seeing in, so it wasn't a problem.
And as he shakily pulled down his pajamas and underwear together... his lower half reflected in the mirror.
A shriveled penis and the unsightly pubic hair dried stiff around it.
Perhaps the fishy smell acted as a catalyst.
"...Gueeeeh—!"
Lucas grabbed the wall and began dry heaving. Amid the sensation of his stomach turning, memories that he still hadn't forgotten suddenly surfaced in his mind.
His first encounter with female genitalia had been that level of worst. The foul smell was a bonus.
There was no way this mess would go unnoticed from outside,
Crash—!
Beron burst through the door.
"Ugh... I told you to wait...!"
"I'll hear the scolding later!"
A truly shameful sight with his pants and underwear around his ankles, the subtle scent of semen mixed with vomit lingering in the air.
But Beron didn't mind.
As if this wasn't the first time such a thing had happened.
Leaning his head on Beron's shoulder, Lucas muttered.
"...Beron. I, I... am truly beyond saving..."
"I've been changing your diapers since you were a baby. Why are you making a fuss over something like this again?"
"You don't need to sugarcoat it. I know it all. For a man to be this pathetic..."
Beron silently wiped Lucas's body with a towel. It might look a bit strange to a third party, but there was no helping it.
Given Lucas's condition was like this.
Externally, he was a remarkably handsome young man. He was the legitimate third prince, inheriting the imperial bloodline.
Thanks to that, he had the appearance of golden hair and blue eyes, strikingly similar to the emperor's. He was a man whom any woman would fall for at first sight, yet Lucas's masculine pride had already sunk to the very bottom.
"Beron... I'd rather be like you..."
Before those words could even finish,
"Prince Your Highness!!!"
Beron grabbed Lucas by both shoulders and shook him vigorously.
"Even if dirt were to enter my eyes, I cannot let Your Highness stray down such a deviant path! As much as I'd like to offer my own body to soothe Your Highness's loneliness, that is not the true path for you! I... I will find a way!"
Before Lucas could open his eyes to deviance,
Beron barely managed to keep the prince on the right path.
"...Is there, is there a way?"
"Somehow. I will restore Prince Your Highness to a proper man!"
Beron swallowed dryly.
He had to find a way somehow! If he failed, Beron, his own fate would be...!
And at that moment,
The crystal orb decorating the corner of the room emitted a faint light for a brief moment, but no one noticed it.
===
...I ended up seeing that backstory.
"They all look perfectly fine, so why are all the men here like this?"
The hero was like that, and the prince was like that too.
I let out a sigh and placed the crystal orb on the table. It was an extra crystal orb that Marian had given me, insisting I go back and take a look.
I shouldn't look... I shouldn't look...
I repeated it in my head for a while, but how could I not look? I was curious and ended up touching it. With this, I've become an accomplice with Marian.
But only after seeing it did I start to think,
I should have pretended not to see that scene...
Well, what can I do.
It's a 200 gold coin request—how can I not do it? Since I've accepted it, I have to work hard. I just need to make sure rumors don't spread. Mhm mhm.
"Sigh. Anyway, it's at most 3 days, right?"
The time remaining until the prince leaves this place, Bellua.
Within that time, I must create an 'onahole ver. Noah' in this world.
Onahole, onahole, onahole...
Even though I brought it up, all I know about onaholes is that they're made of silicone.
Silicone, silicone, silicone...
Can I produce a synthetic resin called silicone through petroleum chemical processes in this medieval fantasy world?
Silicone is made of silicon and oxygen... Silicon is abundant in sand... Oxygen is plentiful in the air...
"How am I supposed to make silicone? I can't, I can't."
First, I quickly gave up on Plan A: creating silicone material in this world. Then, Plan B.
Let's try making an onahole using materials available in this world.
The first thing that comes to mind is, undoubtedly...
I got up and rummaged through my bag. Despite how I may seem, I am a magician, after all.
Status window click, talents click, gifts click. Even with three clicks, it means I have tools for magic experiments.
Naturally, magical materials are like this too.
I pulled out a sealed pouch from my haphazardly stuffed bag.
[ Magic Stone (Slime) ]
Also known as the slime's core.
When magic power is infused into this, a viscous organism forms around the core...
"Hmm, but this is kind of..."
The semi-transparent body of the slime formed on my palm. As I stirred inside the slime with my finger, it felt chewy, soft, and it seemed like it would feel good if warmed up...
It's the kind of texture that wouldn't be surprising even if there were slime onaholes in this world.
I've never used one, but you know. TenX? Xga?
"I think we can use this as the material?"
With that, I adopted Plan B.
Now that the material is decided, I need to make a mold. Making a TenX while calling it a slime onahole doesn't align with the request's purpose.
After all, the goal of this request is to eliminate the prince's aversion to female genitalia.
In other words, a model is needed.
"......"
Must I sell human, no, elf dignity for 200 gold coins? I pondered over it briefly.
Hmm. 200 coins are, well...
I gave up quickly. With 200 gold coins, I can probably model for an onahole. No one will know anyway.
If rumors spread, the source can only be Marian, so I just need to deal with Marian and leave Bellua...
Clatter—!
I locked the window and drew the curtains. Then, I meticulously locked the door and, just in case, dragged a heavy sofa to block the door. This created a perfect sealed room.
Just in case, I'll put the crystal orb away in my bag too.
The kids went to the dining hall to eat with Elize, so there's no worry of being disturbed.
I sat on the chair, lifted my skirt, and took off my fluffy white cotton panties.
There was no pubic hair to begin with.
Moreover, plump, well-padded flesh. It wasn't saggy and showed no signs of discoloration. When I spread the tightly closed hole, even the vaginal opening that seemed to pulse as if alive.
Although I've had numerous encounters since starting my 'side job,' my pussy remained unchanged from three years ago when I first possessed this body.
And now, inside this pussy...
"Theoretically, it should be possible."
I'm going to insert the slime.
The theory is this: Insert the slime into my vagina to make it memorize the shape. The contours of the inner walls, the position of the folds, even the location of the cervical opening. Fix that internal shape and form the exterior into a cylindrical shape, and it's done.
Product name: [ Elf's Temptation. ver. Noah ]
I brought the slime to my pussy.
As the sticky, soft texture touched my skin, my body shuddered. It's a strange feeling.
Calm, calm... This is a request. A request.
"Eek...!"
I slowly pushed the slime inside. After pushing it in a bit, the slime began moving on its own to go further in.
"...Ahk, wait!"
The slime wriggled and crawled in, touching each and every inner wall fold. I felt something entering my body and tickling me.
The feeling... the feeling...
I need to numb the sensations...!
But I couldn't put strength into my body. My strength gave out, and I buried my head on the desk. Sweetened breath escaped between my lips as accumulated drool dripped down, wetting the desk and my cheek.
"Haeuuk, ng... Ah, aah...!"
A trembling body.
Between my slightly spread legs, arousal fluids were already flowing out like a flood, even though I had just inserted the slime.
Drip, drip... Making sounds loud enough to echo in the quiet room.
And along with the sound of droplets,
Knock, knock—
"...Noah nim! Noah nim! I have something I'm curious about, may I come in? Are you there? Noah nim?"
It was Shuri's voice.
But in my current state, I couldn't even make a sound. If I opened my mouth now, I feared girlish moans would come out... so I kept my mouth tightly shut. Quietly, as if no one was there.
"...Where did she go?"
Shuri soon left for elsewhere, but I couldn't lift my head for a while. While lying face down on the desk, gasping for breath, cold sweat beaded on my back, and the inside of my thighs was already soaked beyond help.
"Haa... haa..."
Like that, alone in the room, dripping arousal fluids onto the floor for 10, no 15... maybe even 30 minutes. I had to sit like that until the slime crawled out on its own.
The result obtained through that hardship was,
"...Hey, it doesn't squeeze?"
A slime onahole that looked decent but couldn't squeeze. It could swallow something, but perhaps it didn't understand the concept of 'squeezing.'
Even though I've managed material selection and mold creation...
Something still seemed lacking.
"......"
Then, the method is...