7. The Prince's Secret
7. The Prince's Secret
Squeak, squeak, squeak—
The only sound in the pitch-black room. A damp, sticky sound continues rhythmically and regularly.
Squeak, squeak, squeak—
One piston motion per second. Sixty times makes one minute, and three thousand six hundred times makes one hour.
With the passage of time, the morning sunlight began to pierce through the curtains.
"Huuuuh..."
As the darkness receded, the crown prince's bedroom gradually revealed itself. Inside, there was a figure. Following the sunlight streaming through the window frame, one could see the naked legs of a man.
Lucas von Hohenheim, the Third Prince of the Empire.
A man of such noble status that he would rank within the top ten in human hierarchy held a 'masturbator' in his hand.
Squeaaak... Thump!
The prince's back arched like a bow.
Splurt, squirt, squirt—!
Semen shot out in a parabolic arc from his veiny, reddish cock. The surrounding scene became visible only after the sunlight illuminated it.
The area around the prince was already a complete mess.
"Haa... Haa..."
Prince Lucas leaned back on the leather sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. His sweat-soaked blond hair stuck to his forehead, his chest muscles heaved roughly, and in his hand was a tattered 'masturbator'.
"...To think such a thing existed in this world."
In just one day, the prototype 'masturbator' given by Beron had been used to the point where its entrance was slightly widened.
Lucas couldn't restrain himself halfway.
At first, he had tried to dismiss this 'masturbator' thing Beron brought, saying it wasn't even worth hearing about. A work of art that replicates the inside of a woman's genitals? What a joke.
But,
Even to Lucas, this sculpture was quite a meticulously crafted piece. Before he knew it, he found himself examining it from all angles, even peering inside the hole.
'...It didn't make me nauseous.'
Was it because it was fake, even if it was modeled after female genitals? Or because it didn't have that distinctive foul odor of female genitals?
Whichever it was, Lucas was able to overcome the trauma from his first attempted experience...
And so...
He reached this point.
"It's already morning..."
A stinging pain in his groin.
It should hurt, but perhaps it was because all the suppressed sexual desire had burst out at once. Lucas still felt an unfulfilled conflict. So he inserted the masturbator in his hand onto his erect cock once again.
"...Haa."
Blood rushes.
A pleasant sensation. But this time, he didn't grab and move it himself. He simply lowered his hand, leaned back on the sofa, took a deep breath... and exhaled.
This remarkable sculpture, no, invention, was also a magical tool imbued with 'someone's' will.
An automatic masturbator that grips Lucas's cock, wriggling and squeezing, sucking and scraping with its internal ridges.
It even has a warming function.
Just keeping the masturbator inserted like this makes goosebumps rise and his body feel languid.
Knock, knock—
"Your Highness..."
Then, Beron's voice came from outside the door. Only then did Lucas realize that Beron had been calling for him outside the door all night.
The reason he didn't force the door open like last time was probably because the squeaking piston sounds were leaking outside the room.
"Beron... come in."
Click! As soon as Beron opened the door and entered, he was met with a sealed room that hadn't been ventilated for over 12 hours. Naturally, it was filled with the fishy smell of semen.
"Hup...!"
Beron instinctively covered his mouth.
Since the sofa was facing away from the door, he couldn't see Prince Lucas directly, but it was enough to understand the situation.
"Your Highness! Good heavens... You haven't slept and have been continuing until now...!"
"Beron..."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Beron, I have a wish, no, a goal now."
A goal.
That single word made Beron's heart swell. It was enough to be moved just by the fact that the prince, who had lost motivation and gone abroad to study, finally desired something.
Beron immediately knelt on the floor and bowed his head toward Lucas.
"I, Beron! For Your Highness's happiness, whatever it may be...!"
"I want to find the woman who modeled for this sculpture."
"...Excuse me?"
"No matter what she looks like, I want to make this woman my wife... Beron, can you help this pathetic prince with his wish?"
Beron stared blankly at the prince for a moment.
The Third Prince of the Empire proposing to a woman whose face he doesn't know, based solely on the shape of her genitals. It was an utterly absurd story, but...
Well, what could he do?
The prince had just escaped from his slump.
Beron clenched his fist tightly. They could think about the future later.
"Absolutely! Absolutely! I will find her!"
"Good... This woman..."
Lucas buried himself deeper into the sofa. Entrusting his cock to the masturbator that continued to wriggle even at this moment.
===
[Product Name: Elf's Temptation]
[Ultimate Vacuum! Magical internal transformation?! Overwhelming tightness and grip that never lets go of your XX!?]
[Uses slime material for a soft and chewy texture!]
[Stretches freely to match penis length!]
Scritch scratch...
"Noah-nim is so meticulous."
[Important Notes!]
[Clean with lukewarm water!]
[If moisture remains, dry thoroughly!]
Marian put down her quill. This should be sufficient for the promotional text.
On her office table, besides the one given to the prince, there were five more prototypes.
"Fufufu... As expected of Noah-nim. How did he come up with such a thing? I simply can't keep up as a mere mortal."
When Marian lightly tapped the crystal orb with her finger, the video that had been showing the prince's bedroom moments ago faded away.
This 'masturbator' thing was beyond imagination. Since Marian didn't have a penis, she couldn't test its performance herself, but if that prince went that crazy, its effectiveness was practically proven.
Thus... they had essentially created a debt with the Third Prince's faction.
"I hope His Highness will help spread word about our brothel."
It didn't necessarily have to be the prince. They could spread rumors through that attendant, Beron.
Marian's eyes flashed with ambition.
The ultimate beauty, the ultimate tightness - the best pussy is here in Bellua. By spreading this 'masturbator' outside Bellua!
In doing so, Marian Lowell might someday find a penis worthy of her husband.
"Therefore... I cannot give Noah-nim to His Highness. Noah-nim needs to stay here a while longer."
Even if such a prince were to court him, it's unlikely Noah would accept, but...
Marian shook her head vigorously. Then she picked up her quill again. She had thought of one last promotional phrase to add. This one... they would spread after the prince left Bellua.
The prince's study abroad wasn't by his own choice anyway.
Once he enters the Magic Tower, it will be quite some time before he returns to the Empire via Bellua. The prince will try to find the woman who modeled for the 'masturbator' at the Magic Tower.
Then that will become a rumor...
With a sinister smile on her lips, Marian began writing on the parchment with scritch scratch sounds.
[1:1 exact replica of Buttocks Wall Brothel Room 1!]
[If you want to experience that tightness for yourself...]
[Buttocks Wall Brothel location: Back alley xxxx, District 32, West Bellua]
Tap.
Putting a period as punctuation, Marian set down her pen.
===
Compared to the commotion on the first day of the prince's visit to Bellua, his departure was quite quiet.
The rhythmic clanking of knights' armor and the rumbling of the ornately decorated imperial carriage rolling over cobblestones echoed through the streets.
The commoners lining the streets merely glanced briefly. There were no cheers, no regrets. They had expected some kind of festival with the visit of a foreign prince, but that high-ranking person stayed holed up in the castle and never came out... or so the story went.
The adults soon turned their attention back to their own affairs.
Of course, the children were the same as on the first day.
The boys with admiration for the knights escorting the carriage. The girls with admiration for the prince who must be inside the carriage.
But the carriage never stopped as it crossed through the streets toward the castle gate. The prince didn't even show himself outside the carriage.
Watching this seemingly noisy yet quiet scene from a distance in the shadows were two people...
Marian was laughing, covering her mouth with a fan.
"Fufu... Finally leaving. He was so persistent about finding out who modeled for the 'masturbator'. He probably hasn't given up yet. Someday he'll return to this Bellua."
"It must have been difficult to easily refuse the prince's request."
"Well, it's not like the girl is in a hurry."
Marian Lowell isn't the brothel's 'Marian'. This means she could play dumb and stall for time. To Beron who asked about the source, Marian Lowell said this:
'It's an item received from a certain merchant guild.'
'Please contact that guild for me.'
Several hours pass just to make contact and get a response.
'I heard it was made by a certain brothel.'
'...Tell me which brothel.'
'That brothel is...'
Another few hours like that.
Beron could find the Buttocks Wall Brothel but would inevitably hit a wall there. First, the fact that the woman he needed to find was a prostitute was a big problem... and thinking he had to find that specific woman among these buttocks that the prince liked...
He thought.
'First, buy some time!'
Beron's judgment that it would be fine as long as the fantasy remained a fantasy.
While staying at the Magic Tower, there was a possibility the prince's trauma would gradually ease. Then he might break free from the fantasy and find new love...!
However, the prince was more severe than Beron had imagined.
Next to Marian who was laughing cheerfully "Hohoho," Noah suddenly shuddered.
"Th-that pervert prince...!"
"Oh my. Don't tell me...?"
"That, ugh! It's masturbation addiction...!"
In broad daylight, inside that gorgeous carriage, using the masturbator to squish-squash, squeeze-squeeze his cock...
And so, a new status ailment appeared for Noah.
[Current Status: In Heat (Permanently Inserted)]