Chapter 13 - Prince Red Riding Hood

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The moment he imagined Klaus's fingers and tongue touching him, a new wave of pleasure rushed through his body.

 

He felt hypersensitive, and nectar spilled freely from the tip.

 

"Ku… ah… fuu…"

 

He knew it wasn't the same as sperm, but there was so much it was hard to tell the difference.

 

Without needing butter's slickness, his palm grew slippery, making it easier to draw pleasure.

 

Panting, he could hear nothing but his own moans.

 

But in his head, Klaus's voice echoed.

 

"Begging a man to touch you… You naughty boy," the voice scolded, half-amused.

 

Then, "A sinful prince, tempting men with that indecent body."

 

He felt chastised, and yet, there was no rejection in that voice.

 

Rather, Klaus's deep voice carried an unexpected sweetness.

 

He never hated me for being indecent or sensitive. Even as he called it a sin, he said to come to him again. And to order me to come… that must mean he wants to see me. He doesn't hate me—not even like this.

 

As he imagined what might happen if he went to Klaus, what Klaus might do to him, his hands moved faster. The nectar flowed more freely, slipping between the mounds beneath him, causing a ticklish, damp heat that tormented him with sweet frustration.

 

To be kissed by Klaus, to have my chest touched and licked… Even that alone is sinful enough. But I know there's more. That wasn't the end. To love each other, to join together… I know that would drag me into an even deeper sin.

 

He didn't know for sure if it was truly a curse laid upon him—or just his growing instincts led astray. But one thing was certain: Lil's hand continued to chase after pleasure.

 

"Haa… fuuh…"

 

The hand that had teased his nipples now reached behind him, traveling down to his waist buried in the mattress.

 

He cupped the childlike mounds with one hand, parting the flesh to search the narrow place between.

 

The entrance, slick with nectar, longed for the touch of fingers.

 

"Ah… mm… nn…"

 

He hesitantly touched that throbbing spot.

 

He had yet to do anything, but just brushing it made something threaten to burst.

 

As though a freshly sprouted seed was about to bloom into a crimson flower.

 

"—Ah…!"

 

What would happen if he slipped a finger inside the slickened entrance? How much pleasure could be found within? Trembling with fear and anticipation, Lil tried to press inward—

 

—but a knock at the door startled him so violently, his entire body jolted.

 

The abrupt sound shattered the pleasure.

 

His trembling body froze, unable even to reply with a "Yes."

 

He already knew who had come.

 

Lil's room had three doors leading to the corridor, but the one that had just been knocked on was the central main door—one almost never used. The other two were typically used by the maids, and the main door was reserved solely for royalty and nobles. At this hour, the only person who might visit the Crown Prince's chambers was the Queen herself.

 

Grandmother...?!

 

Stiff beneath the disheveled covers, Lil hastily pulled up his undergarments the moment he realized who it was.

 

He tugged down the hem of his long nightgown that had ridden up to his chest and wiped the nectar from his hands on the cloth.

 

Even so, he couldn't bring himself to respond.

 

He decided: if the door opened, he would pretend he'd been feeling unwell and bedridden all day. He scrubbed his hands clean, readying himself for the act.

 

"Your Highness, Her Majesty the Queen has come to visit you," said a maid's voice as the main door opened.

 

Beneath the down comforter, sweat chilled his skin. Lil gave a weak reply, "Mmm... ah, yes."

 

He feigned just having awoken to the sound of the maid's voice, acting surprised and flustered at the Queen's visit, attempting to rise but failing—a perfect performance.

 

"My dear Lil... To think you're too unwell to attend your own birthday banquet—how painful it must have been. I heard you said you didn't need a doctor, but... are you truly alright?"

 

The Queen—his maternal grandmother—entered the room alone, having left the maids to wait outside in the hall.

 

The velvet and lace draping from the canopy made it difficult to see her clearly, but it appeared she wore a crimson dress without a puffed skirt.

 

Her long black hair was elegantly styled, with curls glinting in the candlelight.

 

Though adorned in many ornaments, her natural beauty and the fragrance of lilies wafting from her surpassed even the most dazzling gems and precious metals.

 

"Grandmother, I'm alright now. I'm sorry for worrying you."

 

"Oh, it's alright, Lil... just lie there as you are. I know I should've let you rest instead of visiting, but I was so worried, it felt like my heart might burst... I just wanted to see your peaceful sleeping face. I'm sorry I woke you."

 

Hearing her apology only deepened Lil's shame for the lies and secret acts he had committed.

 

As she lifted the white lace, the lily fragrance intensified.

 

"Grandmother..."

 

It was a scent he loved so much he could breathe it forever. But... was his own body giving off a smell as well? Was it something... unpleasant, like the scent of youthful lust?

 

Shrinking with anxiety, Lil met his grandmother's gaze as she leaned in.

 

He wanted to look away and flee, but the fear of having his sin discovered kept him frozen.

 

"Even in this dim room, I can see your cheeks and eyes are flushed. Do you have a fever?"

 

"No, I don't. Truly, I'm not ill at all. Please, don't worry."

 

Meeting his grandmother's dark gaze directly, Lil steadied his voice, trying not to tremble.

 

Though her eyes were nothing like Klaus's distinctive blue ones, they possessed the same penetrating clarity, as though they could see through all things. No matter how well he hid beneath the covers, those eyes felt capable of uncovering every truth through Lil's own deceitful gaze.

 

"Grandmother, why are your eyes so large?"

 

Fixating on eyes that seemed even larger than usual, Lil held back a blink as he asked.

 

Including the whites and the pupils, her eyes looked physically larger. Her long lashes, too, seemed even longer—fluttering like the wings of a black butterfly.

 

"So I can see my beloved grandson's face."

 

She answered with a smile, but Lil couldn't take her words at face value.

 

Could she have seen beneath the cover, guessed the state of his soiled nightclothes? There were surely people in this world with such special perception.

 

Both Klaus and his grandmother had eyes that radiated intelligence.

 

"Truly... is that all?"

 

"Yes, that's all. I thought my eyes had grown smaller with age, but if they seem large to you, I'm flattered."

 

Even as she chuckled softly, Lil's heart was far from calm.

 

Shifting his gaze from her eyes, he began to worry about her nose.

 

Being so close to her, the lily scent was stronger—and that made him all the more conscious of his own.

 

It wasn't the same as when he had released his youthful essence in the watchtower, but with her this near, she might still catch the scent of that clear, sticky fluid.

 

His grandmother was sensitive to fragrance—she could distinguish the scent of freshly picked roses or have her favorite tea brewed just from aroma. She had a keen nose.

 

"Grandmother, why is your nose so big?"

 

He asked from beneath the covers, not even exposing a single finger. He meant nothing by it—it simply looked large to him. It was as if he could see his shameless scent being drawn into her nostrils.

 

"Lil, it's impolite to say such things to a lady."

 

"...Ah—I'm sorry, Grandmother... Have I offended you?"

 

"If my nose does seem big to you, then perhaps it's because you've done something wrong... and fear that my nose might sniff it out."

 

"Grandmother..."

 

Whether it was from his inappropriate comment or from her having seen through his inexcusable deed, her voice held a sternness that pierced him. It was like having snow stuffed into the warmth of his bed.

 

But when he lifted his eyes, he found her smiling. Just faintly—but unmistakably, her crimson lips curved at the edges.

 

"Lil… growing up isn't a bad thing. And it's certainly not a sin. It's something to be celebrated. Just make sure you grow into a good adult. You're my precious grandchild—and the prince of this kingdom."

 

Drawn in by the scent of lilies and the kindness in her smile, Lil nodded without thinking.

 

Grandmother… she knows. She knows what I was doing just before she came, and what state I'm in now. She sees through it all. But… she doesn't know what I imagined. That, at least, remains mine alone. She believes this is just part of growing up.

 

For Lil's body to mature into that of a man, and for him to one day take a bride and produce an heir—that was not shameful. On the contrary, it was necessary, even hoped for.

 

"Yes… I'll be good. I promise…"

 

Even if he had indulged in a sinful dream, even if he had sought out pleasure on his own—that, in itself, was not a crime.

 

As long as the imagined partner in such dreams was someone he might one day take as a wife, it could be forgiven.

 

He could not—would not—betray his grandmother, who believed so earnestly that his growth was something to be celebrated.

 

"Good boy, Lil. I believe in you."

 

"Yes… Grandmother."

 

I mustn't think of Klaus anymore.

 

Even if we become friends, that's all it can ever be. Not even in dreams can I allow myself to stray.

 

As a prince, I must set an example. The desires awakening in my body—tonight, they must be sealed away.

 

The next time I learn the pleasures of the flesh will be when I take a wife—on the night of our wedding. I will kiss her, embrace her, and give her an heir. That is my destiny as royalty. There is no place for sin.

 

 

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