#1 This Isn't Bad Either (Maid - Idle Sexual Harassment) (2)

Before the sun had set, at a certain crossroads outside the forest.

"Knight, we can start seeing the Bewitching Forest!"

The vast Cranmar Great Forest—commonly known as the Bewitching Forest. The group of about ten armed soldiers heading toward it were all women, and even the one leading at the front was female.

Brown bobbed hair and peach-pink eyes. A cloak embroidered with a crest fluttered on her back, proving her status as a knight. The emblem stitched on the billowing cloak behind her wasn't her family crest, but the symbol of a certain order that worshiped the goddess.

"There it is..."

The woman called the captain fixed her gaze on the forest ahead. Even from afar, it reeked of poison. A malevolent aura filled it, fully ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠justifying its name as a forest of demons.

Whether this was due to some recent anomaly or just its inherent toxicity was hard to tell right now. That's why it was called the Bewitching Forest—a land where proper vegetation couldn't thrive, occasionally spawning berserk monsters from the poison or birthing other demonic entities.

It had always been that way, but they couldn't just ignore it. Demons might hide there, exploiting its traits.

"What are your orders? If we keep going, we'll reach the forest before sunset."

"...Then we'd be wandering through it in the dark. And night is when demons gain power."

The knight issued her command.

"Let's stop by the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠village near the forest. We'll resupply there and gather rumors first. Sound good?"

"A wise decision. I'll send scouts ahead."

Her capable lieutenant promptly sent two soldiers ahead toward the nearby village. The unit followed in pursuit.

'That's the place... the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one Sis mentioned.'

The red-eyed knight—the holy knight dispatched by the order—glared at the forest. The land where the woman called the Saintess had prophesied the descent of the King of Ruin. She stared at the poison-choked woods with complex emotions.

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"Greetings, my king. Did you sleep well last night?"

Morning, in the spacious conference room at the heart of the hotel. As I sat on the stone pedestal there, the skull-headed Mea came to pay her respects. Lete was with her too.

She still had that haughty look today, but her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of me on the pedestal. Not that I blame her. I get it myself.

"Um... my king. What is that appearance?"

"Sorry. Woke up this morning and my clothes were gone. Someone stole them while I was sleeping."

So now I'm sitting buck-naked on this stone throne. At least there's cloth laid down, so it's not cold. And hey, no one's gonna steal me like this. Might as well enjoy this rare sense of freedom.

Oh, and right beside the pedestal where I'm sitting, the maid is standing naked, kneading my shoulders. Can't have just me naked, right? The cloth under the throne? Ripped it off the maid too. Her panties and bra are covering my cock.

Mmm. Liberation.

'Still, maybe not great showing off like this in front of Mea and Lete.'

Lete already seems to hate my guts. For favor management, maybe I should cover up. But her reaction looked a bit different. Yesterday she wouldn't even meet my eyes, but now she's staring with curiosity. Maybe the pervert boldly sitting naked piques her interest.

But man, this liberating high is addictive. Too good to enjoy alone. Wonder if I can get Lete and Mea to strip too. Mea's just a skull, though.

Mea was an exceptionally wise and cool-headed advisor. So cool-headed that she only asked once about my state and then treated me normally without further comment.

"Gaon, it's time for domestic affairs briefing."

The title changed. Hearing "my king" every time was a bit much. This feels friendlier, helps build rapport. I aim to be a close, approachable lord to my vassals.

True to her guide role, the skull advisor Mea explained the current situation and available functions. But it was so boring and pedantic. Too many functions, branching strategies, tactical advice—my brain couldn't process it.

Before I knew it, I was hugging the maid, fiddling with her pussy, totally zoned out. Didn't even realize I was doing it. It just happened naturally. That's how dull it was.

And Mea kept explaining unfazed. Is she just an AI? Reasonable suspicion.

Mea's spiel dragged on so long that, for a breather, I turned to Lete standing nearby.

"What do you think we should do, Lete?"

She blinked, then answered clearly.

"Give me all your king's mana."

"And then?"

"I'll smash everything. Poof boom."

Mea sighed, clutching her head. I pinched the maid's clit and laughed, "Ahaha..."

But seriously, Lete's plan seemed better than Mea's dozens of strategies. Hers were just dull and academic...

'Come to think of it, the strat guide bro...'

I pulled up the status window again. Among the various types, I opened the [Skills & Abilities] tab.

Even at initial state, the [Skill Window] was packed with entries. While finger-fucking the maid's freshly deflowered pussy from last ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠night, I scrolled through the list.

Standouts were [Breeding Lv.1] and [King of Desire Lv.4]. Why does a king have these? Well, kings breed too.

Lots of unclear or useless-looking ones.

'Found it.'

There they were: [Persuasion Lv.1] and [Diplomacy Lv.1].

Checked details and resource mana costs. Remaining mana was low after base-building, but doable.

"Decided."

"King—Gaon? Chosen a strategy? Which one?"

Like with the outpost, adopt the strat guide bro's idea.

"Diplomacy route. Let's make us a diplomacy-specialized nation."

Diplomacy—sounds so peaceful and safe. Way smarter than barbaric weapon-clashing deathmatches.

Right around then...

"...Master."

The maid in my arms, pussy slurping with juices as I fingered it, spoke up.

"Someone's approaching the outpost. Multiple, all armed."

Lete, hero of the Nameless Nation. And what follows is deeply personal info not visible in status windows—even to king Gaon.

She has unique tastes.

Due to her Destruction trait, Lete's values and thoughts are twisted in various ways. One is her hatred of good people.

She hates good people. Especially soft-hearted do-gooders.

Doing good deeds herself? Fine. But watching others do them? Unbearable.

She likes bad kids. Evil ones. Trash.

That's why she was so dissatisfied with her king.

Simple reason: Gaon looked like a good guy.

No clear criteria. Just a gut feeling from his face. Looks kind and harmless? Damn, total dud.

'Would've been better if he was trash.'

Even strategically. Good she ignored Mea's boring pedantry, but "diplomacy"?

'Just wipe 'em out—simplest.'

Typical good guy. Can't even squash a bug. Expected.

Nothing satisfied her. Serving this goody-two-shoes king? Annoying.

Still, she's the hero of this Nameless Nation. No betrayal planned. Even if favor hits negative, she won't abandon it. Obey orders, stay by his side forever.

But winning her heart? Impossible.

'Gonna torment him forever by my side. Till my heart eases a bit.'

Lete steeled herself again and headed outside the hotel with the king and Mea.

Outside the hotel—