On the fourth day after my transfer, I was finally allowed to take a bath.
Apparently, I had been asleep for about ten days. One day I suddenly came down with a mysterious high fever, lost consciousness, and remained in a coma.
I learned that I am the 11th Prince of this country, the Kingdom of Marie — in other words, a complete nobody. I was just one of the many buds that sprouted from the King carelessly scattering his seed. If I died, no one except my mother would mourn me. There was never any grand national effort to save me.
Later I heard that the royal family already had a crown prince as heir. Even considering the risk of illness or accidents, having the top five children (boys and girls combined) was considered more than enough. The 11th prince (actually the 8th, since three had already died of illness) was basically surplus. In fact, many thought it would be better if I died — it would save money in the long run.
If I had been a princess, I could have been married off to a noble family for political reasons. But a prince could only be sent as an adopted son-in-law to a family with no male heirs, and such opportunities were extremely limited. Only dukes, marquises, counts, and margraves could realistically accept a prince. Lower-ranking nobles were out of the question due to status. Besides, those high-ranking noble families already had multiple concubines alongside the legal wife, so they rarely lacked male heirs.
As a result, many princes ended up as lifelong bachelors and nuisances. If a prince had any talent, he had to use it to survive on his own. The future of a prince in this world was surprisingly bleak and harsh. In any world, having a useful skill is important. After all, a prince can't exactly work at a village office window.
Anyway…
I was led by Cass to a large changing room for the bath. When I arrived, several young girls and their attending maids were already there. Excluding the maids, there was only one girl who looked around my age or slightly older; the rest were clearly younger. It seemed there were no other princes close to my age. Well, with eleven princes total, I guess they didn't need more.
I had been on the verge of life and death with that fever. Now that it had finally broken and I could walk again, it was time to wash away all the accumulated filth. Apparently, even though magic existed to clean the body, people still physically bathed. There was also the meaning of purifying oneself after a serious illness.
In other words — I was about to experience mixed bathing!
After waking up, I had been kept on bed rest for a while. During that time, I experienced the extremely humiliating "bedpan life" that I had never gone through in my previous world. Both number one and number two were handled by maids. Even though I had regained some strength and could walk a little, my legs were still unsteady, so I was made to sit on the bedpan.
Having a beautiful maid like Cass watch me pee and poop was an intense psychological ordeal. Peeing was bad enough, but the shame of someone — especially a beautiful maid — watching my asshole push out poop was on another level. And when I finally did it, she cheerfully said:
"Oh! It finally came out!"
…What kind of play was this? The whole room reeked of shit, too.
Once my fever subsided and my appetite returned, I was finally allowed to use the toilet by myself. That also meant I could no longer touch or even see Mother's magnificent breasts. What a shame. They were truly spectacular.
All the children in the changing room, including the girl around my age, were the King's children — blood-related princes and princesses. The adult women were all maids assigned to take care of us during bath time. It seemed they simply threw all the underage princes and princesses into the bath together.
Very nice!
Among the princesses, there was one with beautiful blue hair and large blue eyes — a literal breathtaking beauty. I couldn't help but stare. Since I was told I was ten years old, she was probably around the same age. I vaguely remembered that mixed bathing between princes and princesses was only allowed until a certain age, perhaps until the girls got their first period.
The blue-haired princess glanced at me with a look of pure disgust, as if thinking, "Why is trash like you even here?"
She let the maid undress her without resistance. When her top came off, small but clearly developing breasts were revealed. I stared in shock. I knew I shouldn't look, but how could I not!? My nose felt like it was about to bleed. The sight of her untouched, budding breasts was heavenly. Could I even call those small mounds "breasts"? On top of the gentle slopes were faint brownish circles, and at the center — tiny brown protrusions! I could see them clearly!!
Then the maid swiftly removed her skirt and panties. In an instant, a fully naked beautiful girl stood before me. It was magnificent. I wanted to shout, "Thank you, God!" Even just seeing this made the transfer worth it.
She had nothing growing down there yet, but when I looked closely from the side, I could see a faint blue haze — maybe the very beginning of hair? Her pure, innocent crotch was completely exposed to my eyes. Well, not exactly "shown to me" — she was simply naked and I happened to be there. Still, I could see the top of her slit clearly!
I desperately wished she would bend forward or pick something up off the floor so I could see more… but of course that didn't happen.
The maids changed from their uniforms into simple bathing clothes (their underwear was surprisingly plain and unsexy). Then they took the blue-haired princess's hand and led her into the bath. I wanted to see more, but she hadn't undressed for my benefit, so I endured.
This eye candy alone made the reincarnation worthwhile. Thankfully, because I was still recovering, my son didn't react… or so I thought.
Cass began undressing me. Since I still didn't understand the customs and etiquette of this palace, I just let her do as she pleased. When she pulled down my pants and underwear, they got caught for a moment. My cock had started to rise slightly.
I thought this child's body, especially while still recovering, wouldn't get erect so easily. But the image of that naked princess was burned into my mind. Even with a slight delay, it reacted honestly. It wasn't fully rock-hard yet, but it had reached a decent stiffness. I was glad the princess didn't see it.
Cass noticed the snag, looked at my face, and gave me a small, silent smile. I wasn't sure what that smile meant — whether it was "I understand" or "You've gotten quite energetic, haven't you?"
Once I was completely naked, Cass led me into the bath. Embarrassingly, my cock was standing at about a 45-degree angle. It wasn't pressed against my stomach, but it was clearly visible. Cass skillfully pulled back my foreskin (her movements were very practiced), and the head popped out to say hello.
No one around me made a fuss or even seemed to care. Later I realized they were probably just thinking, "That idiot is hard again."
The bath was filled with thick steam, making it hard to see clearly. I could faintly make out the blue-haired princess in the distance, but the steam hid the details. I really wanted to watch her being washed…
Before I entered the water, Cass began washing me. She lathered a sponge-like tool with soap and scrubbed my body. Just when I thought that was it, she suddenly grabbed my cock.
I looked at her in surprise, but she continued calmly as if this was completely normal. Then, without warning, she pulled my foreskin all the way back. I expected sharp pain, but my body didn't react that way — apparently this was routine cleaning.
As she carefully washed the head and removed the smegma with her fingertips, the pleasure was incredible. My cock, which had been softening, quickly regained its hardness.
"Oh?"
Cass let out a small sound of surprise, but she continued washing my cock and glans. The pleasure spread through my entire body. Had my previous self never felt something this good? Was I really enduring this level of pleasure before?
In the distance, the blue-haired princess was being washed. When water was poured over her, her full naked body became clearly visible. The visual stimulation hit me hard, sending even stronger signals to my cock. She was standing with her legs slightly apart. What an amazing sight!
"Oh my…"
Cass spoke with a hint of amusement in her voice. She looked at my face and asked, a little curiously:
"Does it feel good? You've become quite lively, haven't you?"
I nodded silently. The double stimulation — the naked princess in the distance and the beautiful maid stroking my cock right in front of me — was overwhelming. On top of that, I could see deep into Cass's cleavage from her loose bathing clothes.
If I didn't get hard in this situation, what kind of man would I be?
My cock grew even harder and seemed to swell larger. I never imagined a greater heaven than the one I had just experienced.
"Prince Robby, ufufu… to get like this. You really have recovered well," Cass whispered playfully in a soft voice so only I could hear.
"Cass… j-just… keep doing that… a little longer…"
Cass chuckled softly.
"Understood. I'll do it slowly and gently."
Her hand moved with gentle, skillful pressure, stroking me up and down. In my previous adult body this level of stimulation might not have been much, but in this ten-year-old body, I had almost no control. Something was rapidly building up inside me.
This was the situation of a boy in heat experiencing a woman's hand for the first time — and I came embarrassingly fast. Even though my mind was that of a thirty-year-old man, my body was still a ten-year-old boy.
Finally, the moment arrived. I instinctively grabbed Cass's shoulder, bent forward, and my balls tightened. Sensing it, Cass wrapped her hand around me, and with a powerful spurt—
I exploded inside her hand.
My hips shook uncontrollably. Waves of pleasure spread throughout my entire body, just like my first masturbation in my previous life. My knees buckled — I could barely stand.
"Aaah… Cass…! No…! It's too strong… Aaaaaahhh—!!"