Chapter 156: My Daughter Made a Real Doll of a Commoner? There’s No Way
Chapter 156: My Daughter Made a Real Doll of a Commoner? There’s No Way
“…Gather all the maids.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Court Count Esparte of the House of Esparte summoned the maids of his mansion.
Unlike other nobles who resided on their estates, his home was a mansion on the outskirts of the capital, as he focused on political activities at the palace without a personal fief.
As was typical for a noble, he employed a large number of maids.
However, maids in the capital were closer to free-spirited wage laborers compared to those in the countryside.
To put it simply, they were free to date and marry.
It was considered natural for them to have a boyfriend, and it was quite common for married women to commute to the mansion to work as maids.
Therefore, the majority of the maids gathered by Count Esparte were…
“Is everyone here?”
“Yes, Count.”
Count Esparte looked over the maids lined up before him.
They ranged from young girls in their teens to experienced women in their forties, numbering about fifteen in total.
The Head Maid, acting as their representative, gave a slight curtsy by lifting the hem of her skirt. She was also a married maid in her late thirties.
“You summoned us, Count?”
“Ah, yes. The reason I’ve gathered you all here is for no other reason than…”
Sitting in his rocking chair, the Count glared at the maids with a sharp gaze.
“It concerns my daughter, Chernia.”
“Lady Chernia… you say?”
Chernia.
The eldest daughter of Count Esparte and currently a student at St. Fellatio Girls' Academy.
The maids glanced at one another, thinking of the young lady.
She was currently fast asleep in her room on the third floor.
Having left the dormitory for the holidays, she had just returned to the mansion for the first time in a while.
“Yes. There is something I wish to ask, and I would like you all to answer honestly.”
“Yes, Count.”
“Has Chernia shown any changes in her behavior recently?”
At the Count’s words, the maids fell silent instantly.
They stole glances at each other, the atmosphere thick with hesitation.
More accurately, it was the feeling of: ‘Is it okay to mention this?’
The Count immediately caught onto the shift in the air.
“It seems there is something.”
“…There is,” the Head Maid answered with difficulty. Looking at the Count’s eyes, it was clear that a lie wouldn't get them out of this.
“What kind of change?”
“That is…”
Even though she knew, the Head Maid couldn't easily bring herself to speak.
After all, the change in question was anything but ordinary.
—Hmph…! That man Father told me to meet. He’s just some pathetic son of a Count, isn't he? He kept mumbling to himself, so I just stormed out right then and there!
—I’d rather read a book than meet such unremarkable men!
That was how the young lady used to be.
But recently, she had been coming home every weekend and busying herself with asking the maids—especially those with boyfriends or the married ones—suspicious questions.
—Um… could I possibly order a model? Without Father knowing. ……A model made in the likeness of a man’s body.
—Do you happen to know what one must do to make a man feel good?
—You. I heard you got married recently? Congratulations. ……But what is the best way to get a man to go as far as marriage? Could you perhaps teach me how to seduce one?
“…….”
Anyone could see she had found a man.
Rumors were already rife among the maids that ‘Lady Chernia seems to have a man.’
She made it so obvious that it was impossible not to know.
The Head Maid had agonized over whether to report this to her master, Count Esparte.
In the end, she had decided to keep quiet until the Count asked her directly.
“Speak up.”
But now, that time had come.
The Head Maid carefully opened her mouth.
“Recently, Lady Chernia has been asking us maids some rather… suggestive questions.”
“Suggestive questions?”
“…They were questions related to men.”
“…….”
Creeeeak…
The rocking chair, which had been swaying leisurely as the Count listened, came to a halt.
The hand gripping the armrest trembled slightly, as if seized by a cramp.
“…Questions related to men… you say?”
“That is correct.”
“Why did you not report this sooner?”
“…You never gave orders to report such things, did you?”
“……I suppose that’s true.”
The Count couldn't really argue with the Head Maid’s point. He usually left the household affairs to the maids while he focused solely on politics.
“If they were questions related to men… what kind of questions were they?”
The Count didn't get angry; he composed himself.
Even if they were related to men, there was a high possibility they were just questions born out of curiosity.
His daughter was of marriageable age, well-read, and naturally curious, so it was somewhat expected for her to ask about men.
‘She was probably just curious about what men are like… right? If the questions were on that level, it’s understandable why the Head Maid didn't report it.’
Like most fathers, Count Esparte perceived his daughter as nothing more than an innocent young girl.
If it was just a bit of curiosity about men… the Count could accept that. He prided himself on not being so narrow-minded as to deny even that.
“Was it perhaps about being curious about men? Or what kind of things to talk about when meeting one… that sort of thing?”
“…It was not like that.”
“Then what?”
“…….”
The Head Maid hesitated.
It was because she already knew that Chernia’s interest wasn't just at the level of satisfying simple curiosity.
‘…I don’t know if I should say this.’
But since her master, the Count, was asking, she had to answer.
“She asked about ways to make a man feel good.”
“………”
The Count’s movement stopped completely.
“…What did you just say?”
“She asked about ways to make a man feel good.”
“F-f-f-feel good… you say?”
No way.
‘Could my kind and innocent Chernia possibly…?’
No. That was absolutely impossible. There was no way Chernia would do that.
Chernia was a girl with high pride, someone who wouldn't be satisfied by just any ordinary man. For such a girl to…
…There was no way she would have asked about ways to make a man feel good with her body.
Having reached that conclusion, the Count hurriedly asked back.
“Ah… haha. I see. I understand. Right. Ways to make him feel good? Well, she must have been asking how to cheer up a boy she had a slight argument with, to mend the relationship. Isn't that right?”
“…….”
“I must be right. Hmph. Of course. There’s no way my Chernia would have asked such a question with any other strange intentions—”
“She asked about physical methods to make a man feel good.”
“WHAAAAT?!!!”
The Count let out a thunderous shout. The maids flinched.
“…Physical methods?”
“You know what I mean.”
“W-w-well, it must have been something like giving him a hug…? Right?”
“No. She asked about sex positions.”
“…….”
“So I told her that men like it if you climb onto their lap, use the Frontal Hug Position [Daisuki Hold], and then do the Face-to-Face Sitting Position.”
At the Head Maid’s blunt words, the Count was left speechless.
…Positions? Face-to-Face Sitting Position? Daisuki Hold?
He didn't understand a word of it.
But no matter how he heard it, wasn't this about sex?
‘My innocent daughter having sex with a man? There’s no way……!’
His head spinning, Count Esparte suddenly clapped his hands.
“Th-th-th-that’s it! Right! Ahem… it’s a novel!”
“?”
“Our Chernia loves books. She must have become curious after seeing it in a novel! It seems she read something a bit… explicit. That’s why she became curious. Isn't that right?”
“No. She even placed a custom order for a male model and practiced with it herself.”
“WHAAAAAT?!!!!”
Thud!
The Count jumped to his feet, and the rocking chair flipped over backward.
“A-ahem….”
The Count snapped back to his senses and hurriedly set the chair upright before sitting down again.
“It must have been for the purpose of satisfying her curiosity directly. Right? No, in fact, it might be better this way. If there were a real man, she wouldn't have bought such a model. Yes, that’s it. Chernia became so curious about what she read in a book that she wanted to try it for herself, but since there is no man, she ordered a model and…”
Watching the Count mutter to himself, the Head Maid let out a deep sigh and replied.
“No. She brought in the actual measurements herself and had it custom-made based on those.”
“……Actual measurements?”
“Yes. She even attached a Shape Record infused with mana.”
“…….”
A Shape Record infused with mana.
‘To have that… she would have had to see the man with her own eyes and record his form…?’
Does that mean she didn't get it from a book?
While the Count sat there dazed, the Head Maid pulled out an order form she happened to have and showed it to him.
“Th-this is…”
“This is the order form the young lady gave us when making the model.”
— Order Form
— This model is based on a real man, so please make it exactly identical to his information! Everything, down to the skin texture!
“Would you like to see?”
“Can I see it here?”
“Yes. The Shape Record is still active.”
Without even waiting for an answer, the Head Maid activated the Shape Record.
Above the order form, a human figure appeared like a hologram. It was a naked man, scaled down like a 3D figure.
“……Head Maid.”
“Yes, Count.”
“Did my daughter really… order something like this?”
The Count couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the figure before him.
The man appearing in the record… 6.9.
Black hair and an overwhelming physique.
“……A-and a thing with genitals like this?”
And he possessed a cock of an impossible size.