Chapter 58: That massive thing towering beneath his pants... is a penis?
Chapter 58: That massive thing towering beneath his pants... is a penis?
“Lacio Callion. I was told he is the eldest son of the Callion family.”
On the way to the visiting room, Anna carefully explained, whispering his name.
Even in this situation, she insisted on using excessively polite honorifics—a bad habit of hers. Though, she did the same with me.
“I heard his family is quite prestigious, being one of the central pillars of the Pureblood Faction, which holds significant power within the Imperial Palace.”
“Hmm. I don’t know much about politics.”
I had heard of the Pureblood Faction, though.
They appeared in the webtoon. That one.
I remembered them as a typical group of corrupt, narrow-minded bigots.
“Is that so…? Anyway, from what I’ve heard, his reputation doesn’t seem very good.”
“How bad is it?”
“He’s typical… arrogant and insolent, relying solely on his family name. I heard he looks down on noble ladies quite a bit.”
I can pretty much picture what kind of guy he is.
Probably feels like a spoiled third-generation chaebol brat.
“Furthermore, several of my friends have already met him… and every single one of them gave him a terrible review.”
“Other young ladies have already met him?”
“Yes. It was just a brief meeting to get to know each other. But I heard that not a single one of them agreed to see Lord Callion a second time.”
It seems his reputation among the ladies is rock bottom.
Well, even for noble daughters, it would be hard to put up with a guy like that.
By the way, he’s been going around going on dates with the young ladies who are my potential female candidates?
The thought made me want to teach him a lesson out of spite.
Anna lowered her head weakly.
“Um, do you think I can… handle someone like that?”
“Don’t worry, My Lady. As long as you do exactly as I told you, there won’t be any problems.”
“I knew it… Mr. 6.9! I was counting on you. So, what should I do?”
I had one method in mind.
“You just have to touch my cock.”
*
Lacio Callion was in a particularly foul mood today.
He had met many young ladies at the Academy. He was confident he could handle any lady, no matter how selfish.
Fortunately, Lady Anna Catria, whom he met today, was no problem at all.
A rigid posture befitting a ducal daughter. Graceful hand movements. And breasts so shamelessly protruding they could only be described as exemplary.
The problem was the person next to her.
“So… you’re saying that black-haired commoner beside you is your butler?”
“That is correct.”
A black-haired man was sitting right next to Anna, practically glued to her side.
Did this make any sense?
Because Anna answered so calmly, Lacio couldn't find the words to refute her, but he couldn't hide his look of utter absurdity.
No matter how you looked at it, was there really a ducal daughter who dragged a black-haired untouchable commoner around as a butler?
In modern terms, it was like a billionaire's wife taking a homeless man along as her executive secretary.
It simply defied logic.
“I-I see. Butler. But why are you in a place like this…”
“6.9.”
“Huh?”
“6.9.”
The commoner butler, 6.9, repeated a single phrase while staring intensely at him.
He spoke as if commanding Lacio to call him by that name.
Lacio was furious.
How dare a mere commoner speak that way to the eldest son of a prestigious family?
‘Do you have any idea who I am! I am the eldest son of the Callion family!’
He wanted to scream it.
But looking at 6.9 across the table, he couldn't summon the courage to scold him.
The man had a massive build that looked three times larger than Anna’s.
Muscles that seemed ready to burst out of his clothes.
And the sheer audacity to glare at him with his arms crossed.
‘Urgh…!’
To put it simply.
Lacio was intimidated.
He could barely even make eye contact.
As a silver-spoon noble who had grown up sheltered, he knew he’d be finished if he took a single punch from a man like that.
‘Hmph…! It’s not that I’m scared. I’m avoiding him because he’s filthy, not because I’m afraid. Since I don’t know what a desperate, untouchable commoner might do, I have no choice but to humor him for now…!’
To repeat: he was absolutely not scared. Don’t get the wrong idea!
“I… see. Mr. 6.9.”
“Call me Sir.”
“………Sir 6.9.”
‘Dammit…! How dare this lowly thing!’
Lacio clenched his fists in frustration, but he couldn't resist any further.
If he showed the unsightly display of a nobleman being beaten by a commoner in front of a lady he was meeting…
— Did you hear the eldest son of the Callion family got thrashed by an untouchable commoner?
— Tsk tsk… To think the heir of a noble house couldn't even handle a single commoner.
— I heard he begged the Lady to save his life. How pathetic. Truly pathetic.
‘That is the one thing that must never happen…!’
In the ecosystem of the nobility, one lived and died by honor.
A reputation for being selfish or arrogant was actually fine. It meant one had the power to act that way.
But this… this would just result in a reputation for being a total loser.
It was unacceptable.
However, Lacio, who was too afraid to speak directly to the man, turned his arrow toward Anna.
“Lady Anna. This meeting was arranged through an important agreement between our families. I would prefer if we dismissed the servants and spoke just between the two of us.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can manage without this servant.”
What kind of nonsense was that?
“I apologize to you, Lord Lacio, but I’ve heard things from my friends. I would like to speak with him present. Don’t worry. Nothing discussed here will be leaked outside.”
“Are you saying… you don’t trust me?”
“Yes.”
Anna answered bluntly.
She looked fragile on the outside, but her response was surprisingly sharp.
But even if he was known as a rogue, to think she dared to bring a servant because she couldn't trust being alone with him…
‘I’ll pay you back for this insult someday. Anna…!’
“……I understand. If that is your wish, Lady Anna.”
“Thank you for understanding, Lord Lacio.”
He decided to endure it this time.
Next time, he would formally protest this rudeness to the House of Catria and make sure she tasted bitterness.
‘When that time comes, it won’t matter if you beg on your knees while naked…!’
Lacio began to plot a wicked plan in his head.
“Here is your tea.”
Just then, a maid from the visiting room entered, breaking the atmosphere.
Perhaps it had been ordered in advance, as she handed a cup to 6.9 as well.
Lacio looked at the teacup and gave a small, mocking smirk.
“Hmm. Gedinia black tea, I see. This kind of tea is common enough to be found anywhere in our mansion.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Generally speaking, when it comes to tea, varieties like the Nueva Martini tea from the distant New Continent are much better……”
Lacio suddenly began prattling on about tea varieties that no one had asked about.
‘This is it. I’ll break her spirit with this!’
It was an attempt to intimidate Anna by boasting about his knowledge and wealth.
A truly petty display.
“Wow. I see. You really know a lot.”
Anna gave a half-hearted response, barely listening to Lacio.
Lacio, thinking she was truly impressed by his words, continued his explanation of the tea even more fervently.
“So, in the case of this black tea, adding milk is the best way to—”
……Huh?
Wait a minute.
Did he see that right?
Lacio’s words momentarily stopped.
It was because he saw something strange.
Where was Anna’s hand… right now?
Rub, rub.
Stroke, stroke.
Come to think of it, it felt like she had been doing that for a while.
One hand was gracefully holding her tea.
But her other hand was stretched out toward the seat next to her.
Toward the lower body of… 6.9.
‘Wait…?’
No way.
Surely not.
There was no way this pure and innocent lady would do that.
Rub, rub. Stroke, stroke.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Lacio slightly lifted his body to get a view under the opposite table.
And then he saw it.
Slide… slide…
‘What… is that!?’
He saw Anna’s hand continuously touching the massive bulge rising beneath the pants.
Caressing it, stroking it.
As if she were giving him a handjob. She was meticulously fondling the fabric over the member.
Lacio’s brain momentarily short-circuited.
A noble lady sitting side-by-side with a commoner was already a grave insult.
He had let that slide, but now, in a place meant to discuss a potential courtship between a man and a woman…
She dared to touch another man’s equipment.
It was so far beyond common sense that his brain couldn't process the situation.
But more than anything else.
‘That massive thing towering beneath his pants… is a penis?’
6.9’s member was thrusting upward as if it were about to tear through the fabric.
It wasn't just stiff and hard; it was an imposing, magnificent size.
He could gauge its thickness and scale just by the silhouette visible through the pants.
In that moment, Lacio felt it.
Something within him as a man was crumbling.
‘I can’t win…….’
With his own meager cock, he could never, ever win.
“……?”
His eyes met 6.9’s.
“Heh.”
‘He’s mocking me……!!’
Lacio ground his teeth.
Stripped of status and family, man to man.
Lacio had to taste a humiliating sense of defeat.
‘Do you think…… I’ll just take this……!’
Lacio’s fists trembled violently.
*
‘I-I’m doing what Mr. 6.9 told me to do for now, but……’
Anna moved her hand diligently, fondling the top of 6.9’s pants.
‘T-This, no matter how I think about it…… it’s that, right……?’
Even though Anna was an innocent lady, she wasn't completely devoid of sexual knowledge.
‘A man’s…… genitals…….’
She had grown up in a territory known for dairy farming.
She had seen plenty of animal equipment long ago.
Because of that, Anna could tell.
‘It’s even bigger…… than our family’s bull……!’
That 6.9’s member was of a size that transcended imagination.
Anna’s legs began to tremble slightly.