I looked around. The maids too had finally come back to themselves, wearing awkward faces, cheeks red. And Lily wore a face that said why? how? There was even a maid pressing her crotch through her skirt. But they were dazed.
The only ones calm were the source, the Duchess, and Her Majesty, who had likely stirred her on. Both were smiling as if they found it funny. Whose fault was it that I had shown my thing in front of everyone! It was still half hard!!
Linoa looked at my face, went speechless, then covered her face with both hands and shook her head. She was thinking she had gone too far no matter how you cut it. Why had she done something like that!
At that moment I thought it! I was truly glad I had not put a hand into Linoa's chest. If I had, the Duchess's mental magic would have stirred Linoa even more, and we might have done it in front of everyone. Because I was an eleven-year-old boy. The body was.
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