I'd Rather Enjoy This
The dawn at Reinhardt Mansion was always noisy. Though the number had decreased significantly from before, the roughly thirty servants began their day from the early morning hours. The cooks prepared meals to satisfy their master's palate, the maids cleaned to maintain the mansion's spotless condition, and the guards rotated shifts with the night watch. They moved with utmost care so as not to wake the masters still lost in dreamland, efficiently carrying out the tasks assigned to them.
And as the hour drew closer to morning, two maids could be seen diligently cleaning the mansion. In the garden, where flowers of every color bloomed and a small fountain sprayed clear water from the penis of a cherub-shaped statue, a peaceful atmosphere prevailed. Amid this serenity, a long-haired maid wearing glasses swept the dirt in front of the fountain with a broom and spoke.
"Raibel, have you finished sweeping the rose garden?"
A cheerful voice answered immediately.
"Not yet~ I'll go now, woof!"
Woof. The sound Raibel had definitely added at the end of her reply was a bark. The kind of bark a dog makes when answering its owner.
Raibel was a dog beastkin. Beastkin possessed both human and animal traits, yet they were undeniably sentient individuals. Opinions varied on exactly when beastkin first appeared in the world of Elysia Story. There were rumors that they were created by an ancient dark sorcerer who had been an extreme animal lover, but nothing was certain.
Throughout the empire's history, humans had exploited beastkin however they pleased. They were sold as commodities to mines, brothels, and countless other places. Since humans had even enslaved their own kind over differences in skin color, it was perhaps inevitable that beastkin—with their prominent animal ears—would suffer. Of course, thanks to the efforts of a few principled individuals, openly discriminating against beastkin was now forbidden. Beastkin nobles, once unimaginable, now existed as well.
Yet human perception of beastkin remained largely negative. Rumors still circulated about nobles secretly operating beastkin slave markets, which said everything that needed to be said.
In that sense, Raibel's situation was exceptionally fortunate. She served as a maid for the Reinhardt family, whose head was known as the Sword of the Holy Legion Empire. And the reason she could enjoy such a happy life in the mansion was largely thanks to one person's influence—the late former patriarch, Ethan Reinhardt.
"Hiiing..."
Just thinking of Ethan's name made Raibel's ears droop like a loyal hound grieving the loss of her master. She remembered how, when Ethan had perished during the northern campaign, she had sobbed uncontrollably alongside the other mansion staff. Unlike most nobles, Ethan had always shown warm smiles and kindness to those beneath him. As the saying went, clear water flows from a clear source—everyone working under him was equally kind.
Despite being a beastkin, Raibel had never faced any discrimination within the mansion.
Though the madam and the young ladies can be a little scary...
At that moment, the sharp sound of fingers snapping rang out.
"Snap out of it, Raibel. You were spacing out again, weren't you?"
"Ehehehe... How did you know?"
Raibel tilted her head like a curious puppy. The senior maid gently pinched her cheek.
"Ouch!..."
"I've been with you for years. Pay attention. I don't want you forgetting again and getting scolded by the madam like last time."
"Uuuu..."
Recalling Isabel's recent scolding, Raibel let out a small whimper.
"What are you getting all scared for?"
The glasses-wearing maid stroked Raibel's head and said warmly, "There's still plenty of time, so don't worry too much."
At her senior's kind words, Raibel sniffled.
"Senior... Understood, woof!"
"Good. And try not to wander off again."
Leaving her senior's concern behind, Raibel headed toward the rose garden, her assigned cleaning area. Her tail swayed gently as she walked with light steps.
"Mmm~"
She even hummed a little tune. Before long, Raibel arrived at the rose garden.
"Alright, let's get started!"
With a determined expression, she surveyed the area she was responsible for. True to its name, the garden was filled with neatly blooming bright red roses. Inhaling the fresh floral scent dampened by morning dew, Raibel began sweeping the brick path. The brown tail visible between her legs wagged cheerfully in time with the broom's rhythm.
While Raibel was absorbed in her cleaning, her sensitive nose suddenly caught a suspicious scent.
"Sniff sniff, what's that smell?"
Her nostrils flared as she followed the odor. The closer she got, the stronger and more ominous the stench became. It was so pungent it made the lining of her nose sting.
Ugh, it feels awful...
Soon, Raibel found the source. The soil in a flowerbed was wet, and the surrounding plants had turned strange colors and died.
"This is... poison?"
When Raibel looked up, she saw traces of what appeared to be liquid poison running down the wall. And those traces originated from the window of a particular room.
"That's the young master's room, isn't it?"
The young master—Arwen Reinhardt. He was the legitimate heir of the Reinhardt family, bearing a striking resemblance to Ethan in both appearance and character, and he was also the object of Raibel's innocent crush. Of course, it was closer to a child's pure affection than heated romantic love, but deep in Raibel's heart, feelings for Arwen were slowly beginning to blossom. She simply hadn't realized it herself yet, being utterly clueless about such matters.
Seeing poison flowing from her beloved young master's room, the animal instincts hidden within her sounded an alarm in her mind. It was the keen sense of a loyal hound that detects danger to its master faster than anyone.
"Arwen-nim... woof."
Raibel's eyes filled with worry.
Should I report this to senior or the madam?
Her heart wanted to rush straight into the young master's room, but she hesitated, knowing that acting on her own would earn her a severe scolding.
While Raibel wavered, another suspicious scent suddenly burst from the open window.
"Sniff sniff, sniff sniff."
Raibel began sniffing again. It was a fishy, somehow lewd scent, yet strangely not repulsive. The moment she caught the musky odor coming from Arwen's room, she felt a tingling sensation down below. The discomfort of her dampening underwear made Raibel squirm and whine like a dog in heat.
"Awooo... Why am I like this?"
The overwhelming smell of poison mixed with this unfamiliar fishy scent clouded Raibel's rational judgment. In the end, the beastkin Raibel reached a conclusion driven more by animal instinct than reason.
The young master is in danger. Raibel has to go check on him right now.
With only that baseless conclusion, Raibel tossed aside her broom and broke into a run. The possibility of getting in trouble later didn't matter to her at that moment.
A short while later, true to her superior beastkin physical abilities, Raibel arrived at Arwen's door in the blink of an eye.
"Haa, haa... I'm here."
With a flushed face and ragged breathing, Raibel took one deep breath to fill her bursting lungs, then threw the door open without even knocking.
"Young master, are you alright? There was a suspicious smell coming from your room..."
What greeted Raibel's eyes was not a young master poisoned by toxin. Nor was it the usual gentle, graceful appearance of her prince, Arwen.
Instead, it was Arwen's massive cock, swinging up and down as if waving hello, saying 'Hey Raibel, good morning.'
Raibel's Arousal Level: Rapidly Increasing
Current Condition: In heat from the scent of semen
"Uh... um... S-sorry!"
Raibel quickly apologized and tried to flee the room.
If she leaves now, the quest is over!
To raise his Stamina stat, sexual activity was necessary. However, it was uncertain whether simply masturbating would allow him to grow strong enough to survive in this mansion. Even without experiencing it firsthand, his player's intuition told him that Stamina would rise far more efficiently through handjobs, blowjobs, and actual sex than through solo masturbation.
That was why Raibel's cooperation was absolutely essential for efficient growth. One could curse him for viewing her as nothing more than a tool to raise his Stamina stat, but for someone who had possessed an adult game, this was literally a matter of life and death.
Her retreating feet had already crossed more than halfway over the threshold. I strode forward and grabbed Raibel's arm.
"Wait a moment, Raibel!"
"Kyaaak!"
Raibel let out a sharp scream as if I were some kind of molester.
Damn it, the whole mansion's going to hear that.
Still, he couldn't blame her. If a man approached her first thing in the morning with his cock swinging freely, he'd probably scream loud enough to wet himself too. He understood the situation, but he couldn't let her keep screaming like that.
"Shh, Raibel, please! Just be quiet for a second."
With the hand that had been vigorously stroking his unwashed cock, he covered her mouth. He could feel her soft lips against his palm. It felt as pleasant as touching a fluffy marshmallow.
Get a grip, you crazy bastard. Is this really the time to be savoring the feel of a girl's lips?
Even in this urgent situation, he scolded himself for focusing on the sensation of her lips. He poked his head out the door and scanned the hallway. Fortunately, no one seemed to be rushing over after hearing Raibel's scream.
"Whew... Thank goodness."
He closed the door and pulled her back into the room. Raibel's pretty eyes, still covered by his hand, trembled like flower petals in the wind.
"Raibel, if you promise not to scream, I'll let you go right away."
It was the kind of line a kidnapper in a dirty video might say, but fortunately Raibel quietly nodded.
"Good girl, Raibel."
He carefully removed his hand from her mouth and stepped back so as not to startle her further.
"It's okay. Calm down and listen to me."
To show he harbored no ill will toward her, he raised both hands. At the same time, he slowly backed away from her.
When he moved away, Raibel dashed into the corner of the room. With her face flushed bright red, she huddled there without making eye contact.
Sigh... Did I completely ruin this?
Seeing her tremble like a frightened puppy, it was clear that Raibel's favorability toward him was plummeting at this very moment. This was a critical situation where the quest could fail.
No, don't give up.
The first button with Raibel had been done up so wrong that the buttonhole had practically been torn to shreds, but the game wasn't over yet. As Mr. Ahn had said, the moment you give up is when the game truly ends.
He cleared his throat once and carefully called her name.
"Ahem, Raibel?"
"Hic, Y-yes?"
Raibel answered with a hiccup-like sound, her shoulders shaking.
She must be incredibly tense...
"First, I apologize for showing you that earlier."
"Ah... um..."
Raibel looked like she didn't know how to respond to his gentle apology. Soon, fidgeting with her hands, she answered in a voice that had calmed slightly. Of course, her back was still pressed flat against the wall.
"No, it's my fault for entering without the young master's permission. So... the young master's..."
Her cheeks turned scarlet as she couldn't finish the sentence. Their pure Raibel apparently couldn't bring herself to say out loud that she had seen the young master's enormous cock.
This is where it gets important.
Although she was a heroine, he and Raibel were clearly in a master-servant relationship. The initiative in the conversation lay with him.
"That's right, Raibel. You shouldn't enter your master's room without permission."
At his rebuke, moisture welled up in Raibel's eyes and tears began to glisten.
"Uuu, I-I'm sorry."
As she bowed her head in apology, a single teardrop fell from her face.
"Don't cry, Raibel. I'm not trying to scold you."
At that, Raibel's head snapped up as she looked at his face.
"R-really?"
"Of course. The fact that you acted that way must mean there was a good reason, right?"
"Yes! It's just that..."
Raibel hurriedly explained, like a child making excuses to her parents. How she had discovered poison poured onto the flowerbed while cleaning the garden. How her body had grown hot after smelling the suspicious fishy scent. How, before she knew it, she had run straight to the young master's room.
So that's what happened.
Raibel hadn't come looking for him due to some developer scheme. It was simply the butterfly effect from him thoughtlessly tossing the poisoned teacup out the window. Thanks to Raibel's kind explanation, he roughly understood the situation. He also realized he would need to be more careful with his actions in the future. And though she herself didn't seem to realize it, the fact that she had gone into heat after smelling his semen.
No wonder her face was as red as if she had caught a cold.
The fact that she was still trembling in the corner wasn't entirely due to fear of him. Raibel's hands kept twitching as if they wanted to touch her tingling crotch.
This... might actually be better?
His target of conquest had come to him already sexually aroused on her own. Without any aphrodisiacs or foreplay. It was like a huge fish biting the hook even though there was no bait. He wasn't stupid enough to release a fish that had already been caught and cast his line again.
Now it was time to slowly reel her in.