Conquering Non-Virgin Maid Anna in Just 10 Minutes (1)
"Haa, haa... "
I finally rounded the corner and leaned against the castle wall, gasping for the breath I'd been holding. My legs were trembling so badly I nearly collapsed.
That crazy bastard. He hit my crotch that hard with a wooden sword, and he got back up in under ten seconds?
On the surface, I'd turned away acting every bit the arrogant young master of the house, all haughty and languid. But inside, cold sweat was pouring down. If that rock-hard fist of Gareth's had even grazed me, my neck would've snapped like a twig.
It hit me anew: this world crawling with monsters, knights smashing them left and right—and even more monstrous existences beyond that. Even after I used my Corruption Training to pin Leona under my cock, the gap in raw power remained.
"Still... it worked perfectly."
Now, among the knights, I'd gone from worthless piece-of-shit playboy to at least a young master who could handle a sword decently. My reputation had climbed.
Coming from me—a young master who could splash around the family wealth freely in place of the ascetic Isabella—it wasn't much. But having Lia pour cheap booze on the knights had boosted their favor quite a bit too.
Peeking into their minds with Mind Reading, even those who'd openly scorned and pitied me before now showed faint glimmers of goodwill and respect.
Of course, that's just Isabella's faction. Eric's crew still treats me like dirt.
Anyway, today I'd nailed one of my planned moves. Bigger success than I'd even hoped.
But it wasn't time to rest yet.
Time to turn Eric and Kent Garcia's clumsy plot to kill me right back on them—and hit 'em where it hurts.
Smack!
A vicious slap echoed as Anna, personal maid to Knight Captain Kent Garcia, whipped her head to the side.
Her mouth burst open with the metallic tang of blood, and her cheek burned like it was seared with fire.
"You sluggish worm of a bitch! Do you know how much your old man borrowed from me? And you move like this?"
Kent Garcia bellowed at Anna, who'd tumbled to the floor from the burly knight captain's backhand.
Gone was the kindly, dignified facade he put on for the knights.
With Isabella away subjugating monsters in Lady Isabella's stead, and Eric even harsher on maids, no one was around to stop his rampage.
Well, there was one person... but no one in the manor expected anything from him. They'd all bet that his declaration to handle the military funds himself was just bluster—that he'd soon be clinging to Isabella's legs, begging it was a joke and not to execute him under military law.
Why... why are you doing this to me? I did everything you wanted...
Anna flattened herself trembling to the floor.
To survive, to escape the freezing wash work that chapped her hands raw even a little, she'd endured humiliation and crawled into this brute's bedchamber.
She'd firmly believed it smarter to become the woman of a powerful man like Kent Garcia than cling to maidenly purity. So she'd given him her body.
At first, it was decent. He even seemed to cherish her.
But after he took her virginity—what came next was—
Just kicks from a premature, impotent male venting his bruised ego.
And despite whoring herself to Kent, Anna was still stuck doing laundry.
Sure, he'd call her "my concubine" whenever he wanted her body.
But otherwise, she was just a punching bag.
"That arrogant little shit! Isabella's not even around, and he struts like he owns the place! I'll shove him straight into a monster's gut next week's subjugation!"
Kent snarled, punching the air—then his lips twisted as something occurred to him.
His murderous glare slithered into serpentine cunning and greed.
He leered at Anna sprawled on the floor, then stormed out.
Every time he did this, horror followed. Anna trembled, too terrified to rise.
Kent returned soon, pulling a small glass vial of murky liquid from his bosom and setting it carefully before Anna.
"Anna, my sweet Anna."
He crouched, voice dripping false tenderness, gently grasping her quivering shoulders.
"You can't rot as a lowly maid forever over your father's debt. Out of pity, I'll give you a chance to clear it all at once—and become my official concubine."
"Y-yes...? C-Captain, what do you—"
"Simple. When you're at the laundry and that worthless shit sends his clothes, smear plenty of this on the linings. Just a tiny errand to become my woman. Don't worry, Anna. No smell, so he won't notice."
"Th-this... what is this...?"
Anna clutched the vial gingerly, gazing up at Kent with pitiful eyes.
His facade cracked instantly. He scowled ferociously, terrorizing her, then seized her throat with both hands as she recoiled, warning her.
"It's nothing. You don't need to know. Just obey. Then your life will be bliss from here on."
Kent smirked slyly, but Anna knew exactly what that murky liquid was. She wasn't stupid.
Sudden subjugation in a week. Mysterious odorless drug to smear secretly on the young master's clothes. What else could it be?
Monster lure...!
Her face drained white as a sheet.
Hateful playboy or not, Kent had dragged her into assassinating the house heir.
Noble murder.
If caught, instant hanging—a capital crime.
Even noble, merciful Isabella wouldn't forgive her.
As Anna trembled wordlessly, lips quivering, Kent's gentle hand tightened on her shoulder.
Crack! It twisted. Anna couldn't stand straight, head bowed.
Kent yanked her hair, dropping all pretense, his cruel true face bared as he threatened her.
"No answer? You wouldn't reject this gracious offer, would you?"
"A-ahh...! K-Kent, sir...!"
"Don't you dare call a noble by his first name without the family name, you filthy slut!"
Kent morphed into a beast, wrenching her hair savagely.
"Fail, and you're brothel-bound tomorrow. You'll pay your father's debt whoring your holes to beasts till it's done. Got it?!"
"Hic...! Y-yes! I-I'll remember...!"
Anna fled sobbing snot and tears, clutching the vial to her chest.
Her steps staggered toward the drafty corner laundry in the old wing.
She'd wanted to be this strong man's beloved. Instead, she'd become his disposable meat shield and whore, used and tossed.
In her wretched, hopeless reality, Anna collapsed on the cold laundry floor and sobbed bitterly.
No matter the pain, work must go on. That was a woman's life, born no noble.
So Anna scrubbed clothes on the washboard, icy water tearing at her hands, tears plopping amid sobs.
Thud.
A heavy bundle of leather boots and shirts dropped at her feet.
She wiped tears with her wrist, looked up at the deliverer—and froze in shock.
Her heart plummeted; breath caught.
The one who'd personally brought laundry to the washroom wasn't Werner's maid—but the rare-sighted worthless young master himself.
"Clothes for next week's subjugation. Wash 'em extra careful? ...Why the tears?"
The playboy young master—still arrogant and languid—spoke to Anna with uncharacteristic gentleness.
Anna stammered late.
"Hic...! Y-Young master! With your personal maid, why come yourself...!"
"Sent her on another errand."
Pale-faced, Anna bowed to Werner. Kent's monster lure hid in her apron pocket. But she never dreamed the moment would come this soon.
"Take care of it."
With surprising kindness unfit his infamy, he even asked nicely—then turned and left.
His footsteps faded into the distance.
Alone, Anna sank to the dirt floor, deep in torment.
She alternated stares between Werner's laundry and the vial in her pocket, body shaking.
What do I do... how...?
Smear it, and the young master gets torn apart by monsters. She'd be a traitorous assassin.
Don't—and tomorrow Kent sells her to the slave caravan beyond the walls. Beastkin mercenaries ran it. She'd whore for half-demon beastmen—not men, not beasts.
The worst nightmare she could imagine.
Visions flashed: nights under beast-like men—or man-like beasts—till her father's debt cleared. Anna decided.
I-I'm... not wrong. To survive, no choice...! J-just don't get caught! No one would mourn that playboy anyway.
Cornered survival instinct crushed guilt.
Tears streaming, lips bitten, trembling hands drew the vial from her pocket.
She uncorked it, poised to drip the murk onto Werner's clothes—
Step—
"Oh, forgot something."
"...Hic!"
The young master's gentle voice from the entrance sent her heart crashing again.
Flustered, Anna jammed the vial back, stumbling away.
Werner watched silently, eyes oddly tender and sad, piercing her heart—then approached, stopping before her.
Why...? Caught? Am I dead...?
Werner reached into her frozen apron, pulled out the vial.
He raised it to eye level, slowly turning it, scrutinizing the liquid—then smiled bitterly.
"Monster lure, huh."
His words flashed her doom: attempted noble murder. Leona Vice-Captain with rope. Naked, bound, thrown to dungeon depths. Weeks? Years? Then execution day. Isabella's sad smile—but merciless blade.
"A-ahh...! Y-Young master, m-mercy! I-I didn't want to! K-Kent the captain forced me...!"
Anna kowtowed forehead to cold dirt, wailing. She braced for snapped neck or guards.
But atop her head fell not rage or scorn... but a tender, trembling sigh.
"Silly woman."
Anna startled, looked up—to an unbelievable sight.
The usually arrogant, violent young master Werner knelt one knee on cold dirt, matching her trembling gaze without hesitation.
He glared at the vial in his hand like it disgusted him, raised it to smash—then pocketed it thoughtfully.
"Eh? ...Huh?"
Anna blanked, hiccuping dumbly.
Werner cradled her laundry-chilled hands in both of his, precious.
Then—a voice woeful, unthinkable from a man, let alone the playboy young master.
"These pretty hands torn to shreds... how scared were you, all alone?"
"Y-Young master...?"
His gentle tone, the warmth in her hands—Anna's body heated. Her womb especially itched, craving child, flaring hot. Incongruous for the cold and crisis, her pussy leaked a bit.
Her sudden arousal shocked her. Rational suspicion: some trick?
No way. He's no mage. So this is just... me getting turned on?
Male Pheromone skill has leveled up!
Gaslighting skill achieves great success!
Anna's favorability begins skyrocketing!
K-drama trashy melodrama? Works like a charm.
I'd never wanted to watch, but it was so hyped I caught some: the male lead obsessed with a penniless divorcee full of baggage, despite being a chaebol heir.
I mimicked that actor's performance to seduce Anna.
At the same time, holding her hands naturally, I poured in my virility—
Anna's arousal begins skyrocketing!
Time to conquest? Under an hour—no, ten minutes flat.
Thanks, Kent. I'll put your monster lure to good use. On you, of course.