(Warning: This is NOT under-aged sex.)
Silverøse had led me and Usagi-chan through the doorway into the adjoining room.
The change was instant.
This space felt completely different from the rest of the castle; pure old-world/ medieval luxury. Probably, the style from before the Great Union.
Deep crimson velvet curtains framed tall windows. Dark-wood furniture gleamed with gold patterns. A fireplace crackled serenely, filling the air with the scent of spiced herbs.
Crystal vessels sat on silver trays beside plush chairs and low tables covered with fresh mochi and dango. Paintings on the mahogany walls showed landscapes that almost seemed to move with your eyes.
And a massive carved cupboard stood against one wall, and one of those chandelier overhead seemed to drip light like liquid bullion.
Haaahhh. Everything was so high quality. Infact, impossibly high quality. The kind of room that made you feel like you shouldn't touch anything, or you'd have to pay for it your entire life.
Regardless, I sank into one of the cushioned chairs, still a little stunned.
"This room is… unreal. Like something a noble lord would keep private, right?"
Usagi-chan plopped onto a sofa, kicking her feet happily. "This is Oba-sama's guest room! For very special visitors like you. Benjamin Mark-sama!"
When will she start calling me just Benjamin?
Silverøse poured steaming matcha into delicate cups. "Would you like some tea?" like a breathtaking housewife.
"Yes, thank you." I accepted it with a smile.
But… my eyes drifted to Usagi-chan's pale lavender kimono; the short hem and the fur-trimmed boots.
It stood out so sharply against the heavy, ornate European-like room.
"Usagi-chan, I've been wondering…" I began, "why do you wear clothes like that? In a castle that looks so… stone and armor, it feels different."
"Different? How do you mean?" She tilted her head, her ears twitching. "Oka-sama makes them for me! They're soft and pretty and easy to hop in!"
She gave a quick twirl, the hem widening playfully.
So cute, damn it!
"The newer styles suit us very well, if I say so myself." Silverøse chuckled. "They came after the Great union; they are quite comfortable, flowing, and simply just beautiful."
"Ooh! Why don't we play dress-up?!" Usagi-chan's red eyes suddenly lit up. Benjamin Mark-sama can try on some of the fancy clothes! It'll be so much fun!"
I blinked. "Dress-up? Like… trying on different outfits?"
We're cosplaying now?
"A lovely idea." Silverøse nodded with a fond smile. "Let me find something suitable."
Then she turned toward the huge carved cupboard, the doors creaking open as she began rummaging through layers of fabric. "There should be some tunic in your size… perhaps the blue one with silver embroidery… or… ah, the gold-trimmed coat should be nice…"
Her back was fully turned to us now. She was completely focused on her task, murmuring to herself about colors and fits. "This one might match his eyes… or perhaps something warmer…"
I smiled at the sight. She was so diligent… and cute too, with those ears wobbling and all.
And that… was when Usagi-chan made her move.
She darted forward suddenly—like, really fast—wrapping her tiny arms around my waist in a tight hug, face pressing into my stomach with a little delighted, but whispered, squeak.
"Banzai! P-Playtime!"
"Usagi-chan? Whoa—" I also whispered, patting her head awkwardly.
Why are we whispering again?
Then she stepped back just enough to reach her sash.
Her small face suddenly went serious; her brows furrowed, her lips pursed in total concentration.
And her red eyes flicked sideways toward her mother's turned back, and a tiny, naughty glint flashed in them.
Usagi-chan… what are you planning?
She tugged at once, and the lavender silk loosened instantly. The kimono slipped off her narrow shoulders, slid down her arms, and pooled silently at her feet.
N-Nothing underneath…
Except pale skin, petite nipples, her delicate, modest curves, and her white tail quivering with barely-suppressed excitement.
She stood there completely bare, looking up at me with those huge luminous red eyes; her expression totally innocent, except for that mischievous little smirk slowly tugging at the corner of her mouth.
As she licked her lips, my brain nearly stopped working.
Wait, what's happening? Usagi-chan suddenly went nude.
My heart slammed against my ribs, my face burned hotter than the fireplace, and my hands froze in the air.
I couldn't look away from the erotic body before me. I also couldn't look at Silverøse anymore. I couldn't move at all.
But Silverøse kept on talking cheerfully from the cupboard, holding up a coat. "This one has lovely embroidery; perfect for a gentleman like Benjamin Mark-sama…"
Sorry Silverøse, said gentleman is gawking at your naked daughter right behind you!
Usagi-chan tilted her head, her ears flopping cutely. "B… Benjamin Mark-sama?"
I opened my mouth to say something.
This is wrong; your mother is right there! I'm supposed to be a gentleman and a guest! Isn't this illegal here? And most importantly, would it fit inside?!
But nothing came out. I couldn't say all that.
I was simply shocked and didn't know what to do.
***
Usagi-chan stayed standing there for only a heartbeat longer, completely exposed, her pale skin flushed a soft pink from cheeks to chest.
Then, without a sound, she climbed onto my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world!
Her small thighs parted and straddled my right knee, the heat of her pussy pressing directly against the fabric of my trousers. She was so damn tiny that her feet didn't even reach the floor; they dangled, her toes curling in the air as she settled her weight.
Then she began to move.
At first, just gently rocking of her hips slowly on me, sliding her slick, warm lower lips along the hard ridge of my knee.
The motion was deliberate, erotic, and every tiny shift dragging her swollen little clit against the rough material.
Wh-Who taught her all this?
Her breathing hitched immediately, coming out in little, needy pants that brushed warm against my neck. Her white tail quivered behind her, flipping with each forward grind.
"Benjamin Mark-sama…" she whispered on my mouth, her voice impossibly sweet, trembling with hunger. "Your fingers felt so good on my ears last time… Usagi-chan wants more… Or not?" She looked up at me with those huge red eyes, her lashes looking wet, her lips parted, and her cheeks burning crimson.
Immensely cute. So heartbreakingly adorable that I might die of some cuteness-inflicting diseases.
She was like a living doll made for some divine museum.
But her body told a different story: her nipples were stiff and dark pink against her pale small breasts, her stomach fluttering with every breath she took, the glistening wetness she left on my knee growing with each slow roll of her hips.
She was dripping so much; the slick, squishy sound of her wetness audible in the quiet room even over Silverøse's rummaging.
I became rock-hard beneath her, painfully so, but every instinct in me screamed to hold back.