I had no idea there would be someone already in the bathhouse when I stepped inside.
This was a place meant only for me, the princess. I'd never once imagined someone else might be washing up first.
It was Vera's oversight.
She'd prepared this place for me to use.
I'd completely forgotten.
But thanks to that slip-up, I was now faced with this delightful situation.
'So cute.'
Esther, shoulders hunched up tight.
Ever since getting caught fondling her own breasts, her face had flushed bright red, lips pressed firmly shut.
Unable to do anything but stare at the water's surface, frozen in place.
'Oh... she's hard.'
I suddenly wanted to torment that fragile, delicate creature.
Just like how cuteness stirs up a violent urge.
I wanted to unleash some violence on her.
In the sexual sense, of course.
Was it the influence of becoming a man?
My libido had ramped up, and I'd grown more honest about it too.
Every time I got aroused, my cock stiffened right up—hard not to be straightforward about it.
'I never realized it when I was a woman, but a woman's soft, rounded body is seriously erotic.'
I recalled the moment I'd entered the bath.
The first thing I'd noticed was Esther's ass.
Water-glistened and shining, it looked utterly delectable.
I'd snuck up behind her, tempted to smack it with my palm.
I'd actually moved in to do it, only to freeze when I saw her kneading her own breasts.
She'd been at it so vigorously there were red handprints on them.
No wonder she'd stiffened up like that after getting caught.
"I've got one worry on my mind."
"It's something weird again, isn't it...?"
Esther's tone turned curt.
'That habit of hers hasn't changed.'
Whenever she was embarrassed, she'd snap at others for no reason.
It was a self-defense mechanism.
If anyone else talked to me that way, I'd correct their tone and punish them—but since it was Esther, I could let it slide with a generous heart.
She was cute, after all.
"It's a serious concern, really. It's been over a week since I became a man, but I still can't bring myself to touch my male parts."
"You, Princess?"
Esther narrowed her eyes, shooting me a suspicious glance.
"My mind's still that of a woman, so I've never even touched a man's genitals before..."
It was true.
At least until I ended up in this body.
Now I jerked off three times a day.
The moment of release was downright addictive.
"I get it...!"
Esther nodded vigorously, showing fierce empathy.
"That's been bothering me too. It's my own body, but touching it feels like committing a sin...!"
I clamped my mouth shut.
Words had nearly slipped out on reflex.
'So you were sinning just a minute ago?'
I wanted to tease her, but held back.
"Exactly. That's the feeling."
I nodded along, playing it agreeable.
"Which brings me to the problem."
I eased into the main point.
"Genitals need to stay clean, but it's awkward to handle them myself, so washing's a hassle. Even when I do, it feels half-assed."
"I understand that worry too."
"So, I have a favor to ask of Sir Withbel, who is a man."
"A favor?"
"Nothing difficult. It should be familiar to a man like Sir Withbel."
I stood up from my spot.
Water trailed down my cracked, rippling muscles.
"Sir Withbel."
I positioned myself right in front of Esther.
A dark shadow fell over her face.
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"Could you wash this for me?"
I grinned brightly, thrusting my cock right in Esther's face.
"...Huh?"
An earthquake hit Esther's pupils.
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A shadow fell over my face.
The source of that shadow thrust forward, right at eye level.
A cock.
How many times in life does one get an eyeful of cock at face height?
Never, I'd swear.
I'd never even examined my own up close—why would I inspect someone else's?
But here we were!
"E...?"
The princess was shoving her cock in my face.
W-what the hell...?
The size was monstrous.
Long and thick.
Veins bulging like some grotesque tentacle monster.
Bigger than mine...!
As frustrating as it was, it dwarfed what I'd had as a man—several times over.
Sorry to my old junk down there,
but mine had been pathetically small by comparison.
And now even that was gone.
"You can handle it, right?"
I was too stunned to speak.
She wasn't your average lunatic.
Didn't she know shame?
I was shocked by the eccentricity, but mostly by the size.
It was like staring down a club.
The dimensions screamed "improvised weapon."
A genuine cock-club existed.
"I'm reluctant to touch it myself, but you're not, right, Sir Withbel?"
"N-no...!"
"You're a man."
What does that have to do with anything?
Man or not, I'd only ever handled my own—no way I'd touched someone else's.
I couldn't handle another guy's dick either.
"S-something like that, you should ask a maid...!"
"What if she thinks you're a pervert?"
You're already one plenty!
Even if a maid thought the princess was a pervert, what could she do? Rebel?
She'd have to obey.
That was a maid's fate.
"Please."
"Even if it's the princess asking..."
I averted my eyes from the cock.
Glance.
But they kept drifting back.
Not that I was interested in it.
The sheer absurdity of the size just drew the eye.
Like spotting a bizarre summon on the street.
"Choose."
"Pardon?"
"Will you wash my cock? Or should I wash your pussy?"
"W-what kind of ridiculous choice is that?!"
"Pick one. You know I won't let you leave until you do."
I'm going insane.
She's definitely messing with me.
Fine, two can play at that.
I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them.
Fl flinched at the cock still hovering there.
Still gross as hell.
"Fine. I'll wash it."
I said it casually.
What a teaser craves most is the target's reaction.
They pull pranks for the fun responses.
So don't give them one.
Strategy: bore them out of it.
See?
With my bold front, dissatisfaction flickered across the princess's face.
"Over here, then, Princess."
I stepped out of the bath.
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The plan was solid.
But what the hell was this situation?
A naked man and woman facing each other.
Man seated on a chair, legs spread wide; woman squatting between them.
This pose.
This angle.
Any third party would totally misunderstand.
I'm an adult—I know what it looks like.
Like the woman giving the man oral service.
"I'll just sit still."
"Ughhh...!"
I lathered soap into my hands.
How had my life plummeted like this?
From future Magic Tower heir with a brilliant path ahead, to dick-wiper in mere days.
"W-well, then...!"
Bear it.
I had to endure.
Snap the damn thing off?
My neck would snap next.
I wanted to live longer, so I gritted my teeth and grasped the princess's cock.
Heat seared into my palm the instant I did.
Hot enough to burn.
"Ngh...!"
The princess twitched.
Hm?
I blinked up at her.
"...Don't mind it. Keep going."
She glared fiercely.
Keep staring and I'll kill you—her eyes said.
I cowered, dropping my gaze.
Rub rub.
Slide slide.
I gripped the cock with both hands, working in the foam.
What a enviable length.
Both hands couldn't even cover it.
Ughhh, this feels so weird.
The bumpy veins pulsed vividly against my palms.
Every time the thick glans popped out, I flinched.
Too aggressive.
"Ngh... Hm...!"
Her body jolted with every stroke.
Super sensitive, apparently.
Nerves cluster there, so of course.
Having someone else touch it? Hips bucking naturally.
I'd never experienced it, but...
Never thought I'd be the woman servicing instead of receiving.
Complicated feelings.
Anyway.
This is kinda fun?
Making the empire's mad dog squirm with my own hands? Unexpected thrill.
You picked the wrong target!
I'd been pissed from all her teasing lately.
Time to vent a little.
"This part especially needs a thorough clean."
I gently rubbed under the glans.
"Wait—!"
She slapped a hand on my head, urging me to stop.
"Gotta be thorough. Skip here, and it'll stink bad. Stay still, please."
"I said wait...!"
"Just bear it a bit. Almost done."
The princess trembled and twitched.
Delighted, I redoubled my efforts.
Rubbed the glans in my palm, shook the shaft.
Felt it throbbing in my grip.
Fun.
Is teasing others this satisfying?
That's when it happened, mid-service.
"Pfft!"
Laughter rang out.
I looked up sharply.
The princess peered down, hand over her mouth, eyes crinkled in amusement.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Your earnest effort is just so cute."
"Huh?"
"Know how you look right now, Sir Withbel?"
I blinked silently.
"Like a girl desperately servicing a man to get called cute."
"Wha-what?!"
She gripped her cock like a club, smearing the foamy tip against my cheek.
Glans smacked my face, foam splattering.
"Want me to call you cute with this?"
Hairs stood up all over my body.
"W-what the...!!"
I bolted upright in panic.
"Hands on the wall, ass out."
"Don't joke!"
"Not joking."
Heat flooded my face.
I fanned myself frantically.
"That's too far. Ha...!"
I fled the bathhouse.
No time to rinse the foam off my hands.
Too focused to notice, but yeah—to an outsider, that's exactly how it looked.
A girl desperately servicing a man for cuteness points.
Hell, I'd basically been jerking her off.
"Uwaaa! Uwaa!"
I bolted in terror.
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The moment Esther fled the bathhouse, Vera let out the breath she'd been holding.
"Hoo... That was close."
Almost came.
"What the hell. That felt amazing."
Esther's touch had been pure bliss.
Hundreds of times better than solo.
She wanted to call her back every masturbation session to beg for handjobs.
"Won't show that pathetic side."
Vera clicked her tongue.
"Stopping midway sucks."
Edged right to the brink? Infuriating.
Only one way to vent this frustration.
Vera pictured Esther's ass jiggling as she scurried away.