No Immunity to the Rich Hotwife's Flirting
Rumble, rumble. Screeech—!
The massive wagon—a.k.a. two-and-a-half-ton beast—came to a halt with a deafening racket. I rubbed my stiff neck and hopped down from the carriage.
"Ah, my poor body."
Thanks to the motion sickness pills Lucius had thoughtfully provided, I avoided a total gut-wrecking disaster. But there was no escaping the physical torment of sitting on that cramped, uncomfortable wooden seat for hours on end.
Right as I arrived, though, a very familiar and dazzling silhouette jumped into my view. A dirt-smeared leather apron that clashed completely with the academy's scenery. But its owner was the wealthy landowner, my sponsor, my sugar mama, the investor showering me with gold bars.
Hmm. Saying it out loud, I might need to pray to her every night before bed starting today.
As the saintess's guardian, supporting a cult was off-limits, but still—I'd wish for the viscountess's happiness every evening.
I quickly straightened my clothes and tossed a casual remark to Lucius standing beside me.
"Catch you later. Looks like an important guest just showed up."
"Understood. It was an honor getting close during the tour. Contact info? Matchmaking talk?"
This guy.
"Anyway, I'll be eagerly awaiting good news."
Lucius grinned ear to ear. What a creepy little shit. I had to throw up both hands at the persistence of this sister-selling maniac.
"Ugh, fine, got it. I'll hit you up. You think I won't?"
"No, sir. Knowing you will makes me thrilled. I'll head straight home and share the joyous news with my sister."
"......Yeah, get lost."
I waved him off dismissively. Lucius kept that cheerful smile right up to the end, vanishing with bouncy steps. He looked so genuinely happy it was scary. Not fake madness—real deal.
Clack, clack.
Then familiar footsteps approached from behind.
"Lord Kasian!"
The pink fluffball—no, Lily—scurried up to my side. Her gaze naturally drifted to the viscountess standing off in the distance.
"Oh! Looks like Professor Muller came to see you, Lord Kasian."
"You think she came just for me? She's here for you too."
"R-Really?"
Lily blinked her big eyes and scratched her cheek. Talk about zero self-confidence.
I politely pointed toward the Muller Viscountess with my open palm, not a finger.
"Of course. You're Professor Muller's disciple, not me, Lily. Go say hi first."
"Ah. Yes, ma'am!"
The second the words left my mouth, Lily bolted off. Good girl, good girl. A dog-training praise slipped out in my head unbidden.
"P-Professor. Hello."
Lily stood before the viscountess and bowed a perfect ninety degrees. The viscountess smiled elegantly, like she found it adorable. Who knew leather aprons and graceful smiles went together? That must be what real wealth looked like.
"You did great, Miss Lily. No injuries?"
"No, ma'am! Lord Kasian took such good care of me."
"Heh, I see."
She lightly patted Lily's head, then sauntered over to me at a leisurely pace.
"You look like absolute hell."
The viscountess teased as she eyed my dark circles. I flashed the brightest capitalist grin imaginable, lips stretched to the max.
"Yeah, well. Might've exaggerated a bit, but I thought I was a goner."
"Oh dear. If I'd known it'd be this rough, I should've just said 'next time.' You need proper rest."
"No, no."
A VIP sponsor dropping hundreds of millions? Even if I was on my deathbed with the coffin lid half-closed, I'd leap up to greet her.
"Meeting you, Professor? I'd crawl out of the grave for that."
"My, my. Might have to test that someday."
Oof. Shit, she seemed serious.
The viscountess burst out laughing. Amused crinkles formed at the corners of her eyes.
"Got enough energy left for a cup of tea?"
"Naturally. I could pull an all-nighter no problem."
"Perfect. Let's head to my private lab, then. I've got the finest black tea ready."
The viscountess turned smoothly, beckoning me along. Then she softly asked Lily, who'd been hovering awkwardly nearby.
"Miss Lily, care to join? I've got plenty of delicious treats too."
"Ah. Yes, Professor. Thank you."
Lily's face lit up so innocently pure, I half-expected cherry blossom petals to flutter behind her. I stared intently at her back.
It really looks like she's got one.
A tail, I mean. Definitely a transparent one wagging side to side in delight. Maybe my eyesight was just a tad off. If I got LASIK or something, that vigorous swish might pop into crystal-clear view.
Of course, my vision was fine, and this world had no such thing as LASIK anyway.
I trailed after the walking gold bar and the pink puppydog, lost in those sappy thoughts.
* * *
The room was packed floor-to-ceiling with rare potted plants, thick with earthy scent. But visuals-wise? The aura of wealth hit like a truck. The guest sofa was top-grade leather. The massive desk screamed "custom noble-only craftsmanship"—solid wood with intricate hand-stitched patterns. Even the vase in the corner strutted like it was bragging, "I'm expensive, bitch."
But the real kicker? Dust casually blanketing every luxury piece.
True ballers use designer shit like it's disposable.
As I gawked around, the viscountess shed her leather apron and asked,
"What're you staring at?"
"Oh, nothing. Just soaking in the rich vibes."
"So blunt."
"That's why you like me, right?"
"Spot on. Honesty's the best policy with money."
She laughed heartily. Fair point. Anyone acting all stoic like money was dirt was ninety-nine out of a hundred some black-hearted schemer. Frugal and moral public servants? Basically saint-level difficulty. Structurally impossible—one in a thousand at best. The rest? Con artists or con artist material.
Pour, pour.
The viscountess filled our cups with red-tinged black tea. A fragrant aroma tickled my nose.
"Drink up. It'll help restore your stamina."
"Thanks."
I lifted the cup for a light sip. And—
"......!"
My eyes flew wide. The knots in my muscles melted away, bone-deep fatigue vanishing like it'd been washed clean.
What the hell? This actually relieves exhaustion?
Glancing sideways, Lily clutched her cup with both hands, face blissed out like she was dissolving in ecstasy.
"Hnnng......"
A dumb, happy noise leaked from Lily's lips. The viscountess propped her chin, chuckling at the sight.
"It's pricey stuff. Top-shelf product, fortified directly by alchemists."
Fortified? Like adding meds to flavored coffee or tea? Peak capitalist flavor from the ground up.
"Isn't it expensive?"
"Very. About four hundred thousand hwan a cup."
Gasp. Four hundred thousand hwan. Even rough math made my eyeballs bulge. Holy shit. Wasn't this the price tag on unheard-of, duty-free-exclusive drugs-and-booze for ultra-rich weirdos?
A cup for four hundred thousand?
"Hic."
Lily's shoulders jerked sky-high beside me. She froze, cup midway to her mouth, pupils quaking in shock. Right? Wanna spit it out? Me too.
Born in the Korean Peninsula's sticks, chugging four-hundred-k hwan tea triggered instinctive gut rebellion against such extravagance.
But the viscountess just tilted her cup leisurely.
"Drink freely. I've got the will to splurge this much on you."
"......"
"Same for you, Miss Lily. Anything for my disciple."
"Th-Thank youuu......"
Lily barely squeaked it out, voice wobbling. So damn cool. If this wasn't bluff but pure sincerity, my stomach settling proved it. At this level, she wasn't a sugar mama—she was Master. Fitting for the woman who'd tried implanting a foot fetish in me.
"Then I'll gratefully indulge."
"M-Me too."
The viscountess smoothly shifted topics.
"So, how was the Region Tour? Judging by your state, not exactly smooth sailing."
Oh boy. Talk about pivoting from wolf to tiger.
"......"
Lily instantly broke into cold sweats, glancing nervously at me. The viscountess caught the vibe and eyed me with interest.
"Guess you'll have to explain, huh?"
I set down my cup and answered flatly. No agonizing over how much to reveal. She was Lily's guardian—full disclosure on the potion issue was necessary.
"Lily gave me a Saint Grade Potion."
"......"
A heavy silence blanketed the lab. The viscountess's cup halted mid-air.
"......Pardon?"
"Saint Grade Potion."
"Did I hear that right?"
"Yes. Saint Grade Potion."
She slammed her cup down with a clack. Her gaze flicked between Lily and me. I could practically hear the gears whirring in her head—calculations, assessments.
Her eyes locked on trembling Lily.
"Miss Lily. Is that true?"
"Uh, um...... Y-Yes......"
Lily's eyes darted wildly for excuses.
"L-Lord Kasian...... looked really bad."
"How bad?"
My turn.
"Professor Iris said he'd be half-crippled for months, bedridden."
The viscountess's face darkened gravely. Lily shriveled like she'd swallow a curse word. But her response was unexpected.
"Good job."
Lily blinked blankly.
"......Pardon?"
"If it saved my person, the potion did its job. Well done."
She turned to me.
"That said, to resolve this, I need the full story. Kasian, you'd explain better than Lily. Okay if you're late leaving today?"
* * *
A bit later, after the full rundown, the viscountess's expression turned deadly serious. No surprise. Swallowing a national treasure the archbishop had basically forbidden use of? Huge deal.
But amid the weighty quiet, she unleashed peak sugar-mama power once more.
"Lighten up. I'll be the only serious one here. I'll handle this mess anyway."
A massive golden halo seemed to glow behind her leather-aproned form.
"Saint Grade Potions aren't something you just buy off—no lie, this won't be easy."
She elegantly lifted her cup, flashing me a sly smile.
"But your value to me outweighs the hassle of fixing this or the potion's price tag. No worries."
Fuck. At this point, wasn't this straight-up flirting? My heart was racing. Guess I'm not immune to a rich, cool married bombshell's advances.