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After graduating from university, I worked as a salaryman for 13 years — so I have mastered the
art of getting along with others.
I had decided that it is much easier not to go against those who have authority.
If the big shot says, “crows are white,” then by all means the bird called a crow was white...
For a mere salaryman like me, authority was something to be cowered at!!!
...I used to have such a noble and righteous working life, but in the end I was just small fry.
That was what the sparkling prince said to me as he dripped fragrant oil on my lower half.
ーーーーーA-authority is everythingーーーーー!!!
Was this what it meant to be used to giving orders? I felt like he was being too absurd, but
maybe this was just normal?!
After successfully ensnaring the prince, I was led by the hand to the bedroom.
It was only until then that I was able to indulge in thinking that I somehow didn't want to display
the bellflower, the main culprit, because I thought I would probably end up in bed with the
prince.
“What fragrant oil...?” I had a moment of honest distress; I forgot it was about the lubricant used
during sexual intercourse.
That said, in this world, cheap lotions were commonly used, but I heard that aristocrats prefered
fragrant oils (which were expensive) that smelled good and had long-lasting effects.
When I honestly told him I didn't have any, the prince opened the drawer of the nightstand by
the bed.
…Apparently, there were some bottles placed inside by the night-time attendants that care for
the bedrooms of the guest room building.
I've looked in the drawer before, but I just left them there, deciding not to touch the supplies!
After being urged to do so, I lay down on the bed with my upper body resting on a large pillow,
facing the prince.
He tipped the small bottle of oil and the liquid spilled between my widely spread legs ー and the
words I heard were just that.
I was stunned with the pornographic pose, but I managed to understand what the order was.
It was true that I had only ever been in relations with active partners and had only been
accepting their advances.
Maybe I was a dead lay.
That was the correct way of thinking. It was just that I didn't want to think about it.
The other party was the successor and prince of this country.
I finally came to the realization that certainly, he had never taken the lead.
I picked up the still flaccid cock from my oil-soaked bush and then showed it to the prince.
When I masturbated by twirling my fingers around it, the oil made small squelching noises.
I began to move my right hand up and down, causing the squelching sounds to grow louder.
I thoroughly knew where all of the sweet spots of my penis were, and knew exactly how and
where to caress it.
I hated to say it, but since puberty, my right hand was the only lover I’d ever had.
"... Hng."
As I stroked my penis, I moved my left hand to trace the oil that was dripping down between my
legs, which were now more spread apart.
I felt like crying at my own actions as my anus tightened around the thin foreign object that had
been inserted.
I looked up and before I knew it, the prince had also taken off his clothes and was completely
naked.
The penis between his crotch was already nimbly standing up.
The prince climbed on top of me, straddling my body, and thrusted his hips in front of my face.
"… What?"
His hand reached out and touched my head. His fingers tangled softly in my hair.
Well, actually, thanks to the various AVs, I pretty much knew how to do it.
However, it was one thing to see it and know it, and another to actually experience it.
I hadn't even twirled it with my tongue yet, but the penis, thicker and more erect than before,
came closer.
When I opened my mouth, his cock penetrated all the way into the back of my throat.
The prince let out a rugged breath, distorting his beautiful face.
"I will move it back and forth, so when I push it, relax and take it deep in your throat, and when I
pull back, twirl your tongue around the shaft and suck on the tip...like that...good."
With my mouth full of his mass, I did as I was told and served him.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, he thrusted deep into my mouth and he came.
That oil-soaked place accepted the prince into its depths without resistance.
His hips began to thrust back and forth, harder than with my mouth.
"ーLike ths?"
"ーーーーー!"
I dug my nails into the sheets (the prince's back was a bad idea), and waited for him to finish
coming inside.
I could feel his semen being spurted inside of me, as if it were throbbing.
...I'd like to believe that the inner walls that were squirming as if to encourage ejaculation, were
a given for everyone.
The prince's penis, which had been clamped tightly inside of me, had not yet lost its stiffness.
As my hips trembled at the feeling of him pulling out, the prince commanded me with a ragged
breath,
My twin cheeks were split from side to side, exposing my anus hidden within.
Semen spilled out of my spread hole, staining my spread legs and the bed as it seeped out.
The semen that was still inside made an obscene sound as it was stirred up by his cock.
The scent of the man mingled with the fragrant oil that gave off its scent when heated made me
feel drunk, and I almost lost consciousness.
My hands couldn't support my body anymore, and I collapsed onto the bed from my shoulders.
I got dizzy just thinking about the posture with only my hips being violated high up in the air.
The impact of his penis thrusting deep into me felt like he was knocking the wind out of me.
I couldn't breathe normally anymore, my lungs were matching his pace, forcing me to breathe in
and out with every movement.
The only breaths that I could manage to take, came out of my mouth as ragged pants.
When I thought that he was going to come just like that, the prince stroked my erect penis.
It was a gentle movement, different from the sex we'd been having.