Dark Moon
I put a call through to the Freewood Count's household and told them I had found the dress. Of course I never spoke directly with the Count or the Countess. The one who took the message was a butler in the Freewood family's employ.
A butler was not someone to dismiss lightly. A butler serving a count's household carried considerable weight of his own.
The Freewood Countess wants to see me in person…
That had not been part of my calculations. I had expected them to simply send a servant to collect the item. I had thrown the Freewood Countess's name around earlier to get past the London Guards who tried to stop me, but nobles willing to receive a mercenary as a guest in their own residence were rare in this city. I was not even a heavyweight in this underworld.
A dinner invitation from the Freewood Countess… Showing up unprepared would make me a complete idiot.
This was my first point of contact with the aristocracy in this city. And not some baron or viscount—the mistress of a count's house.
It's only the barest introduction, but it's still my first meeting with a noble. My name will start circulating, however faintly, in aristocratic circles. I have to go in fully prepared.
I checked the time.
Five in the afternoon. Only two hours left until the dinner appointment. A man who intended to become a noble himself had no intention of treating this lightly.
No time to linger. I need to get back and prepare. I'll ask Rose for information on the Freewood household while I'm at it…
My steps quickened.
I obtained the information on the Freewood Count's family.
The Freewood line boasted more than seven hundred years of history. To have preserved both the house and its title across seven centuries was an achievement in itself. With that depth of history came formidable influence.
The Freewood Count was one of the representative councilors of District H. Lately he had been living in District H rather than at the estate—supposedly to shore up his support base, though according to Rose the real story was that he and the Countess had had a spectacular falling-out.
The real power in the Freewood household is the Countess.
That made sense. She was of the blood of Lancelot, one of the Knights of the Round Table—the highest rulers of Neo London. Not a direct descendant, only a cousin, but that alone was enough to make most nobles watch their step around her.
She was also a major figure in high society. Noble daughters were said to pull every string imaginable just to catch her eye. Conversely, anyone who fell out of her favor could expect a miserable social life.
Honestly, that part's still a blank for me.
I absorbed the information on the Freewood Countess and committed it to memory. In the original game she had only been mentioned in a few side-quest texts, so I had never known the details myself.
Either way, I can't afford a single mistake today.
Fortunately, I had Yuria.
"It's all right, Master. You've prepared thoroughly for moments exactly like this."
Yuria smiled as she spoke. The days I had spent with her flashed through my mind. I had learned a great deal from her—much of it concerning the aristocracy. Noble etiquette, the atmosphere of the latest fashionable parties, the social dances every noble was expected to know.
"I heard the Freewood Countess favors flashy fashion."
"Yes, that rumor does circulate. But Master, you still hold no title. You are a commoner, not a noble."
"So if I show up in something gaudy, she'll take it as arrogance."
"Precisely. Therefore you must wear something understated—neither too old-fashioned nor too eye-catching. Master, please wait a moment."
Yuria brought out clothes.
"I prepared these in advance, thinking something like this might arise."
"You're thorough. Looks ordinary at a glance, yet somehow refined. Where did you get them?"
"I ordered them from the Elite Tailors in District F. A shop favored by gentlemen."
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Yuria began undressing me herself. The sweet scent of her body washed over me as she stepped close. Every brush of her hands against my skin sent blood surging downward.
"I can put on clothes by myself."
"Absolutely not. This is my duty."
She dressed me in the suit. Even the knot of the necktie was perfect. Looking in the mirror, I could not help but feel a flicker of admiration. The only flaw, if one insisted on finding one, was the crotch. I was fully erect, the outline unmistakable.
"Yuria."
I looked at her with heated eyes. She furrowed her brow in mild distress.
"This is inconvenient, Master. We have so little time left… Considering what lies ahead, we ought to arrive at least twenty minutes early."
I knew perfectly well how important this was.
"But if I go like this I won't be able to concentrate on dinner either. Right now I can't see anyone but you."
A faint flush rose in her cheeks. A soft smile curved her lips.
"Managing Master's condition is also a maid's duty… I shall prepare at once."
Yuria turned and stepped to the table. She planted both hands on its surface and pushed her hips back toward me. Her skirt rode up, revealing a tiny pair of white panties that barely covered her generous backside. The soaked center of the fabric clung to her sex, faintly outlining its lewd shape.
"You're already wet."
"How shameful… Simply looking at Master's body has left me in heat."
Yuria reached back with her right hand, gripped her own ass, and pulled the wet panties aside while spreading herself as wide as she could. Her tightly closed pink folds glistened with juices; her cute little pink anus twitched.
"Please use this maid's dripping pussy however you wish—the one that went into heat just from looking at you. This pussy belongs to Master alone."
Her index finger parted her labia. The entrance fluttered, steadily spilling more fluid.
I stepped forward and took hold of her ass with both hands. The firm, well-shaped flesh filled my grip beautifully.
"You're more worked up than I am, aren't you?"
"I… might be…"
I pressed my cock between her cheeks and rubbed. Her juices made everything slick. Then her hips began to move on their own, grinding her pussy against my shaft.
"What a lewd maid. That desperate for your master's cock?"
"I am. I am a filthy maid who cannot live without Master's cock. But Master… we truly have almost no time. Please stop teasing me and… use my pussy."
I snapped back to myself. She was right; time was short. I pushed into her.
"Aaaahn…!"
Yuria's inner walls fluttered and accepted me. Familiar, yet somehow mysterious every time I entered her. Feeling the folds coil around me, I drove all the way in.
"Hnnngh! Master's cock is filling me completely… Haaaah…!"
I could not hold back.
I surrendered to instinct and moved my hips.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
My cock pistoned in and out of her. Her ass and my hips met with wet, sharp smacks. I could not stop. Every thrust sent sweet stimulation racing through me.
"Haaauuunnngh?!"
A thin stream of her juices shot onto the floor. Her waist and legs trembled so hard she nearly lost her balance. I locked my left arm around her middle and held her steady.
"Ah… Master…"
She twisted her head back to look at me. Moist eyes full of wordless craving. I pressed closer still. While grinding my cock against her womb, I kneaded her breast with my right hand and claimed her mouth.
"Mmph, nn… ahn."
Our tongues tangled. Yuria sucked at my saliva as if it were the finest drink. For a moment I felt as though she might devour me. Sensing the initiative slipping, I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth with greater force.
We clung together like slime, becoming one body. My hips, which had paused, began moving again, pounding against the mouth of her womb. Both arms crushed her against me.
"Nnh, nnh, nnnh…"
Yuria's blue eyes slowly unfocused. In contrast, her pussy clamped down harder around my cock. I was not about to miss the signal she was sending. I increased the pace of my hips.
I want to savor Yuria's body longer… but there's no time right now.
I cast the regret aside. We could continue once I returned tonight. She would never leave my side.
Rattle, rattle, rattle.
The table shook. Belatedly I remembered a candlestick had been sitting on it. Now the surface was bare.
"Master! I'm—I'm going to come…! Aaaaah!"
I slammed my hips forward, burying my cock deep, and released everything that had been building in my groin. Yuria's pussy convulsed around me as it took it all.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
Yuria trembled. The heat in her eyes had not cooled. She, too, found this alone insufficient. Of course I felt the same.
I'd love nothing more than to strip everything off and head straight for the bed…
No time.
I stepped back with lingering regret. With a wet pop my cock slipped free. Her entrance contracted rapidly; white semen immediately reverse-flowed and dripped out in thick drops.
"Damn, I came too much. Uncomfortable? I'll scoop it out for you."
"No, it's fine. I'll clean myself—hiiiek?!"
I pushed my index finger inside. Fresh from orgasm, her reactions were amusing. I crooked the finger into a hook and scraped her walls clean.
"O-oh, oook, nngh?!"
Semen came out with every scrape. When I kept at it, more of her own juices began to flow than seed. Her legs quivered and started to slide downward.
No time—finish this quickly.
I prided myself on knowing Yuria's weak points better than anyone. If I was serious, I could make her melt in under thirty seconds.
Erogenous Amplification
"Hnnnnngh?!"
The reaction was instantaneous. She clutched the table desperately to keep from collapsing. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered the finishing blow as quietly as a secret.
"Yuria, I love you."
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaahn!"
Her body could no longer hold. She crumpled to her knees in front of the table, vacant-eyed, hips still twitching. Spurts of fluid continued to pour from her.
"Yuria. You all right? We have to go now."
"Y-yes. I'm fine. I'll get ready."
She gripped the table and rose—then her whole body swayed hard. Startled, I caught her shoulders at once.
"Rest a little. We can spare that much."
"…I'm sorry."
She quietly leaned into my arms.