I almost let out a voice, but somehow managed to hold it in. Pleasure spread throughout my body. Standing was difficult. My knees were shaking uncontrollably.
"It's your first time, isn't it? To release this much," Cass said, opening her hand to show me. It was covered in foam, so it was hard to see clearly. But it seemed my body was indeed producing semen. I had definitely felt it gushing out, flowing through the tube. There was almost no hair around my cock (though not completely zero), so I guess it was to be expected. The tip of the hole stung a little.
Cass's hand was covered in soap, so I wasn't sure, but it didn't seem like I had released a huge amount. Still, she must have noticed what came out. She even called it my "first time." Was this the difference in a boy's body before and after discovering masturbation?
Cass brought a bucket of warm water and poured it over my cock. If this really was my first ejaculation in this body, even the water felt stimulating. When she washed it again with her hand afterward, my hips jerked back from the sensitivity. The glans was bright red and tingling — it felt like touching a swollen wound.
"Thank you, Cass," I said in a small voice.
Cass looked extremely surprised. Her eyes widened as she stared at me.
Then she looked back at my cock and said, "I've heard that the first time can be painful, so please bear with it. (Who did she hear that from?) But Prince Robby… why the sudden change? Until now, you never showed any interest in this. Did something happen to you while you were sick?"
As she spoke, she rinsed the soap off my body. Had the original Robby really shown no interest at all in this environment? Was he just that clueless? Or had he grown so used to it that it felt normal? Because right now, there was a beautiful naked girl in front of me, and a gorgeous maid washing my body — with her bathing clothes open so wide that I could almost see the peaks of her breasts. Even with the mind of a thirty-year-old man, the stimulation was way too strong!
After the soap was rinsed away, I looked down at my now-shrunken child-sized cock. The foreskin was still pulled back, and the glans was bright red — proof of how hard it had worked. Though honestly, I hadn't really done anything. Still, my legs had nearly given out.
By the time I got out of the bath and returned to the changing room, no one was there anymore. The beautiful blue-haired princess had already left. I really wanted to see her from behind too — that perky little butt. Was this because I was a thirty-year-old man on the inside?
Marriage probably happens early in this world. I wondered who would eventually get to hold that beautiful girl. Whoever he was, I was incredibly jealous. Just imagining her spreading her legs made my childish cock twitch again. What an energetic little guy. Kids really are amazing!
Starting the next day, my studies began. Or rather, for the original Robby, they resumed.
The subjects were history, science, and magic, plus martial training. The "magic" part sounded exciting in a chuunibyou way, but it turned out I was terrible at everything.
From the way Mother and Cass spoke, I could tell the original evaluation had been: below average in every subject, but somewhat good-natured. Restless, unable to concentrate, always playing pranks — the kind of kid teachers say "he could do it if he tried…"
What part of that was "good-natured," exactly?
Because I was a prince (albeit a disappointing one), private tutors came to teach me. History class covered the creation of the world and this country, including legends. It seemed like something I could learn just by reading books, but if I said I already understood, the old teacher might lose his job, so I quietly pretended to listen. The previous Robby had apparently done the same — sitting still even if nothing entered his head. Sometimes he would even jump out of his chair and run out of the room. Was that frequent? Was it normal behavior?
Unlike typical light novel protagonists who get excited about a new world and bombard the teacher with questions, I just sat quietly and listened. Since I knew nothing about this world, it made sense to absorb the information honestly. I believed that acting like a good student would eventually bring benefits.
Science was a mix of mathematics and chemistry, with math focused on calendars and chemistry originating from alchemy. I lost interest after the first lesson. Neither teacher seemed particularly enthusiastic about teaching me. They simply read from books, talked until time was up, and left. The content of the books themselves was interesting since everything was new to me, but the classes were boring.
The magic teacher was the most disappointing. He seemed to have already decided I had no magical power, so he taught with zero enthusiasm — just reading the textbook aloud.
To all the teachers, I must have been a completely unrewarding student. I felt genuinely sorry about that. Both the history and science teachers had expressions that clearly said, "Didn't I already teach you this?" I decided to ignore it. After all, my mind had been reset.
However, when the magic teacher told me to circulate the mana inside my body, I actually felt something flowing within me. I stayed silent because suddenly mentioning it after all this time would seem strange. From then on, I constantly focused on sensing that mana. The knowledge from isekai novels I had read in my previous life was proving useful. It really felt like something was flowing from my lower abdomen — the dan tian. It pays to study, even light novels.
Martial training involved sword and bow practice. Probably because of my long illness, I had almost no basic stamina. I couldn't swing a sword properly or draw a bow with any strength. This wasn't new — even sharing this body with the original Robby, it seemed he had always been uncoordinated. There was no need to hide it. I was simply bad from the start, not just because I was recovering.
Perhaps because no one expected much from me in martial arts (or anything else), my instructor was a woman. She was slightly taller than Mother or Cass but still smaller than an average man. Her name was Marin.
The inner palace was where the King's queen, concubines, and their children lived, so male visitors were kept to a minimum. Female knights were assigned as guards. Marin was one of Mother's guards and had apparently been chosen to teach the hopeless me.
Physical skills might need to be learned with the body. When Marin shouted "Attack me!", I yelled "Yaaaaah!!" and charged in. With no foundation and after being bedridden for so long, I quickly ran out of breath. Still, Marin kept shouting "Not yet!" and urging me to continue. Even when prompted, my strength kept fading.
She tried to motivate me with lines like "As a man…" and "As a prince…", but my body simply couldn't keep up. In the end, I collapsed onto the ground, gasping.
"I… I can't anymore…"
I gave up, feeling utterly pathetic.