Implicit Deal
Implicit Deal
-Click.
"··········Excuse me."
As someone opened the door and entered, I hastily moved both my arms to cover my body.
However, I wasn't wary enough to use magic on the intruder.
That's because the voice I heard greeting me was a woman's.
And when I confirmed her appearance with my own eyes-
"··········A maid?"
It was a maid.
A maid who would fulfill the fantasy desires of men living in the modern world, wearing a maid uniform heavily adorned with black and white, lace and a skirt.
"··········Excuse me, Lunia-nim."
In the hands of the maid, who even knew my name, a towel and a basin were held even before she entered this room.
And she slowly approached me-
-Slosh, slosh. Squeeze.
After putting the towel in the basin and thoroughly wetting it, she skillfully wrung out the water.
With the wet towel thus prepared, she slowly began to wipe down my body.
-Rub, rub.
"·····Hhng, uh."
To the slightly cold towel, my extremely sensitive skin reacted faintly.
If it had been a little lukewarm, such a sound probably wouldn't have escaped my lips.
··········It must be because the towel is cold that I'm making a sound, right?
Anyway.
The sensation of being wiped down gradually became familiar.
I, without saying anything, glanced down at the maid who was only doing her job like a machine.
"··············."
Truly, without a single word, expression, or glance, she acted solely for the task she had to do.
'··········She's like a machine.'
There was no maid with the fresh and mature image I knew.
Perhaps, given her family's background, she must have received an education that thoroughly excluded emotions.
Lady Ehiton had been quite close with her own maid.
Then suddenly, a handful of the maid's hair, unable to resist gravity, fell down towards her face.
So, without realizing it, to tidy up her hair, I reached out my hand-
-Flinch.
"··········Hhng."
Even before my hand touched her, she trembled and avoided my hand.
"··········?"
My head tilted involuntarily.
At the maid's behavior, I wasn't offended, nor was I dumbfounded.
Only a question.
It was a question why she reacted that way.
Moreover, this maid. She already knew that she had avoided my hand, and at the same time, she was afraid.
·····Afraid? Of what, exactly?
Why would the maid be afraid of avoiding my touch?
Leaving the fidgeting maid as she was, I fell into deep thought.
And only after some time had passed, I was able to realize why this maid was acting this way.
The reason was-
-Swish.
"Hhng?!"
"You've been hit a lot."
So that the woman in front of me wouldn't be too scared, I slowly tucked her fallen hair behind her ear.
Still, the maid trembled in fear and squeezed her eyes shut, even the hand that was wiping my body stopped.
Anyone could see that this reaction was nothing more than the aftereffects of being subjected to violence.
Who had inflicted violence upon this woman, I probably had no exact way of knowing.
If I were to make a guess, it could be Jerad, whom she has to serve, or even the head maid who has the authority to directly discipline her.
But-
-Tap.
"Hii-ik?!"
If she reacts like this just by me placing my hand on her head, then it must have been someone like me who inflicted the violence.
To be precise, the women who were 'raped' by Jerad.
Women who were forcibly raped by Jerad, like me, might have taken out their frustration on this child.
This girl, shorter than me and generally smaller than me, trembling- the more I looked at her, why was it like this-
-it turned me on.
I wasn't originally a person with sadistic tendencies.
The sight of her being conscious of every single one of my gestures and being afraid was incredibly stimulating.
"Hh-eung·····."
I unconsciously let out a nasal sound, and at the same time as wondering if I was originally this kind of person, I snapped back to reality.
"Hey, won't you continue wiping my body?"
Snapping back to reality, when I said that to the trembling maid-
"Ah, yes, yes! I'm sorry·····!"
Hastily realizing her state, she began to busily move the hand holding the towel.
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-Rub, rub.
From my head to my arms, legs, chest, and back.
The maid, who had wiped all the places where sweat had flowed with a wet towel, suddenly started fidgeting again.
I had already let her know that I wouldn't inflict violence, so what reason could she have to be so fidgety again?
If things continued like this, I felt like I would go crazy from frustration, so I asked first.
Then, with the answer that came back-
"To re, re, remove the se, se, semen inside, you, you need to co, cooperate··········"
Ah.
Uh, um·····. I see.
A very embarrassing answer came back from the maid.
More importantly, how exactly did she want me to cooperate?
Couldn't I just remove it myself in the first place?
Holding back those thoughts, when I said that to the maid-
"Ah, no! You can't! If you do that, our family might suddenly have to accept an illegitimate child!"
The maid's attitude was quite firm.
Moreover, her saying that sounded as if I intended to carry Jerad's seed and get pregnant, which made me a little angry.
"No, I said I don't want to get pregnant?"
"E-Even so, you can't!"
Indeed, it's not that I don't understand what this maid-yang is saying.
After saying things like "I'll remove it myself" or "I don't want to get pregnant," there might be women who get pregnant with a noble's child and demand a large sum of money.
"Haa·····. Alright, then I'll remove it here and leave·····."
After gathering myself and standing up, I took a stance.
Standing in a crab-leg pose over the basin the maid had placed down·····
"··········Hhng."
It was more humiliating than when Jerad tormented me with a Rotor, but anyway.
-Plop, plop.
"Haa·····."
With a hot sigh, the semen that was inside my vagina fell towards the basin.
-Plop, plop, plop.
'Seriously, he really came a hell of a lot. Fuck··········.'
As if it wasn't humiliating enough already, this subtle silent period that occurred while the semen was dripping from my vagina was incredibly embarrassing.
Would it have been less humiliating if we had at least talked, thereby somewhat muffling the sound of the semen dripping?
But then again-
'There's a lot of semen·····.'
Or,
'It looks like a little more needs to come out.'
Or.
'··········Fuck.'
Talking would probably be even more embarrassing.
Anyway, after gritting my teeth and somehow enduring the humiliation.
Only after putting on everything from my underwear to my skirt, was I finally able to leave this room.
Of course, I could have left just like this, but-
"Hey, what's your name?"
"M-Me·····?"
"You know my name, don't you? You tell me your name too."
"··········Ah."
Among the women who had suffered terrible things from Jerad, had no one approached her gently like me?
The child in front of me couldn't quite hide her bewildered expression.
Ah, perhaps she's afraid that I might know her name and seek revenge··········
"Ah, I'm Arije!"
-That thought lasted only a moment, as the girl in front of me, like someone starved for human affection, introduced herself as Arije.
"Uh, yeah. So your name is Arije."
I, too, couldn't help but feel a little flustered, but. Well. Anyway.
That wasn't what was important.
It was time to get to the main point.
"So, Arije-yang?"
"Y-You can just, c-call me comfortably··········"
Since we were both commoners anyway, I cast aside the awkward formalities and got to the point.
"Shall we make a deal, Arije?"
"··········A d-deal?"
Arije's quite bewildered expression was worth seeing.
##
At that time.
Around the time Lunia and Arije were discussing a deal.
Jerad was adjusting his clothes and walking somewhere.
The place he was heading to was none other than where his followers were.
In other words, he was on his way to meet a group of ill-behaved academy students.
"Yo, Jerad. Over here."
A man who looked like a thug to anyone, recognized Jerad first and called out to him.
As Jerad recognized him and followed, he could see a group gathered in small clusters behind the academy building.
"So, Jerad, why did you call us?"
Of course, there weren't even three people gathered in total, but even among them, a hierarchy existed.
One might mistake them for being close enough to use informal speech with each other, but in reality, no one could talk back to Jerad.
Not in terms of magic skill, but in terms of actual power.
Since such a Jerad had called them, from their perspective, whether they liked it or not, they had to come, even if they were in the middle of something.
However, since Jerad had never made unpleasant proposals to them, they were very favorable, and had no doubt that it would be the same this time.
And Jerad, as if to not betray their trust, pulled something out from his pocket.