Corruption Training (1)
More than half the month, Isabella was away from the territory on monster subjugation duties, so whether this opulent corridor reflected Eric's tastes or not, the light, precise footsteps started trailing mine at regular intervals from behind.
I paused for a moment. Then I turned to look at the person quietly following Werner, the man mocked even by the house's retainers.
It was my personal maid, Mina.
Mina had been silently pursuing her master, who had made a grand declaration in the meeting hall and then stormed out without any follow-up.
I spoke first to such a loyal servant.
"Mina."
"Yes, young master."
Mina replied in a businesslike tone, as if she had zero interest in a wastrel like you.
Her pale, makeup-free face showed no change in expression, utterly impassive.
But through Mind Reading, her inner thoughts were pure chaos right now.
Mina
'What the hell? Is this really that hopeless wastrel I know? That glare he shot at Eric and the retainers earlier... honestly, it was a little scary. Just a tiny bit. It was exactly like Lady Isabella. So the young master has the Kraus blood too. Not like Eric.'
Amid Mina's confusion, a subtle expectation toward me began to emerge.
Mina
'Can he really solve the military funds issue within a week? If he does... the territory's people might be safe. Has the young master finally pulled himself together for the family?'
"......"
I gazed fondly at Mina, who was thinking such high-value virgin thoughts, unlike my sister, who was scheming to box me in somehow.
A face so cold and impassive on the outside, yet harboring such great expectations for Werner inside.
Adorable. I wanted to grab her cheeks and yank until that businesslike expression crumbled completely.
But that would get me labeled a total pervert wastrel, and with my unicorn radar putting her virginity odds over 95%, I couldn't lay a hand on her anyway.
Still, for a woman who'd openly ignored me before the meeting to now hold positive expectations... it felt pretty damn good.
But...
I forced down the corners of my mouth, which threatened to twitch up, and furrowed my brow.
Right now, Eric's non-virgin spy bitch was waiting in my bedroom, ready to tie me down.
And the method I'd chosen to subdue her without Eric knowing was that. Or rather, it was the only option I had.
Werner was a third-rate erotic novel villain with no real talents or combat skills, but true to form, that one thing of his was ridiculously huge, and he was swordmaster-level at that act.
Plus, being ten years before the original story, he wasn't drowned in booze and drugs yet, so his looks were top-notch too.
And crucially, Werner's other untapped ability.
Corruption Training.
A perfect villain skill straight out of an erotic novel.
I didn't know the exact mechanics yet.
But after the NTR drift, the convenience ramped up—noble, prideful academy ladies who lost their will to resist after just one thrust from him. Those scenes were crystal clear.
What does it do? Paralyze them with dick? So on-brand for an erotic novel character. A debuff skill?
I couldn't tell yet, but nothing beat my unique skill for prying open a non-virgin bitch's mouth without Eric finding out.
Figuratively or literally.
I finished my thoughts and spoke to Mina in the coldest, most arrogant tone I could muster.
"Why are you still following me? Get out of my sight."
Mina's shoulders flinched.
"But young master, it's almost night. As your personal maid, I should help you change and prepare for bed..."
"Looking at that stiff face of yours would chase away any sleepiness anyway, so forget it. Tonight, your sister Lia will attend me."
"But—"
"Don't talk back to your master, you maid."
I tilted my chin up and flashed a vile grin worthy of this dark fantasy erotic novel's third-rate trash villain.
It stung to treat a pure virgin like this, but no choice.
"Didn't you hear me? Get out of my sight."
"......Young master, I've served you for over ten years—"
"I said no talking back!"
I yelled and raised one arm threateningly. But my personal maid Mina didn't budge.
In this dark fantasy world, personal maids for noble children trained in basic martial arts as standard.
Meanwhile, Werner's original owner was infamous for never practicing swordsmanship despite his build, as in the original.
The pathetic display he put on with a sword before the academy morals committee grabbed him was still vivid in my mind.
Of course, that future was changing now.
Mina
'Young master...... why...... Have you forgotten the promise you made me, that you'd never abandon me?'
Unlike her impassive exterior, Mina's inner turmoil was anything but calm.
My chest twinged, but I had no choice now. And I couldn't know what memory she was recalling.
Most of what I knew about Werner's deeds was from ten years in the future.
Anyway, the more she mistook me for trash and distanced herself, the safer she'd be from tonight's disgusting act. No apologies now.
Better to play the villain than show her lewdness.
"If you get it, vanish from my sight right now."
"......Understood, young master. I won't show myself before you again."
No, not to that extent. Just step aside for tonight.
Mina bowed with a bloodless face and fled down the corridor without looking back.
I let out a small sigh watching her pure retreating figure. Tonight, uncharacteristically for a unicorn, I'd hurt one virgin's feelings.
A moment later.
I stood before my bedroom with the exact opposite attitude I'd had toward Mina—icy cold. I gripped the firmly shut doorknob.
From now on, no more unicorn protecting heroines from filthy demons. Time to become original Werner, the breeding uncle.
I opened the door.
There was Lia, lounging bored on my bed, munching snacks like they were hers.
Even caught slacking, she clutched her ankle dramatically upon seeing me.
Loathsome non-virgin bitch. I played along for now.
"Sorry, Lia. My fault you're hurting?"
I approached her with the total opposite attitude from before the meeting. Barely suppressing my disgust and revulsion.
Lia
'Why's this wastrel acting up suddenly?...... Oh, got it. Heh. My tits, huh. Pathetic bastard....... All men are like that. Fine. Better this way. Lure him in and slip him the drug like Eric ordered.'
Your filthy, non-virgin thoughts are all laid bare to me, Lia.
Finishing the meeting, Eric entered his spacious office and burst into laughter the moment he shut the door.
Even sinking deep into the luxury leather sofa—bought by skimming bread rations for the territory folk—his laughter didn't stop.
"Something funny happen, sir?"
His personal maid approached, offering a glass of red wine.
Eric shoved his hand between her legs, right in her flirty pose.
"Oh no, don't~."
Her mouth said no, but she spread her legs just enough for his fingers to slip into her lower mouth, coquettishly.
Eric roughly kneaded her thighs as he answered.
"Kuhahat, kuahaha! It's hilarious the more I think. One week? Solve military funds in a week? He hasn't even taken the drug yet, and that wastrel's finally lost it."
"Ah..., ahn..., ahhh. Ah, it hurts, Eric sir."
Eric's mocking laughter and the maid's fake moans filled the office.
One hand savoring the feel of the commoner maid's inner thighs, his eyes roamed the lavish items crammed in his office.
Ornaments of rare mana stones from the empire's south. All slyly siphoned from family funds. Things Isabella, out on nightly patrols, never dreamed of.
"Stupid wastrel bastard. Isabella pampers him a bit, and he thinks he's hot shit."
Scoffing at Werner, Eric pictured his handsome face, downed his wine, and scowled. Then he glared at his reflection—honestly ugly, with dull brown hair.
No trace of the Kraus signature 'blond hair and blue eyes.'
Proof he wasn't sired by the count himself.
The day Eric debuted in society, no one believed he was a Kraus scion.
Meanwhile, talentless wastrel Werner had ladies swarming just for his looks.
That's when Eric started planning Werner's ruin. Luckily, he wasn't the only one with inferiority complex; things had gone smoothly.
A little nudge to his sister's pride—stronger woman, heir apparent—and the siblings drifted apart naturally.
"I'll teach you blood isn't everything, Isabella. That precious legitimacy of yours will be trampled under my feet in a few years."
Anger gripped Eric's hand. He twisted the maid's clit with his fingers.
Squeeze!
"Ah, it hurts!"
This time a real pained cry, not fake coquetry, but Eric didn't soften.
No matter his efforts for the family, that gnawing inferiority—he wasn't legitimate—twisted his guts again.
"Come here!"
Eric yanked down his pants, grabbed the resisting maid's wrist, plopped her ass on him. Licked her neck sloppily as he thrust inside.
Squelch!
"Ah, ahn, I'm not wet yet......"
Ignoring her plea, Eric bounced her ass roughly upward. Decent, but well-used; her grip was loose.
His arousal dipped, then flared elsewhere.
This isn't it. Not the maid I wanted.
Smack! Smack!
Eric spanked her shaking ass atop him, still feeling regret.
Mina. That wastrel's personal maid.... Could've been a knight, but chose maid for family grace. Stupid bitch. ......Why him, not me?
The thought fueled his rage. Eric decided: after utterly destroying Werner in the family, first steal Mina as his maid.
Then, order that cold-eyed bitch—who glared like he was dirt despite being a maid—to obey.
The most humiliating command for a woman.
"Hah!...... Hah!...... What're you doing?! Squeeze harder!"
"Aghhh!"
Eric pinched and twisted her nipple. The looseness tightened briefly. A few shakes, and he was close.
"Urghhh, cumming, take it in your womb!"
"No! What if I get pregnant—"
"A Kraus child! Kraus blood! Bear my son, and you'll be family mistress!"
Eric clamped her waist with both arms as she tried fleeing, spewing excited, inferiority-laced ravings.
"No, don't...."
Eric repeated to her what he'd told Lia, creampieing deep. Cocky Lia held out without a firm vow, but this idiot differed.
"Hoo... hoo...."
Post-climax, his lust ebbed briefly, but soon reignited.
He gestured her to the bed, then hooded her reluctant face with a leather sack.
Straddling her, eyes closed, he thrust wildly, yelling.
"You bitch...! A mere maid! Maid daring to ignore me? You think I'm not legitimate too!"
"Wh-when did I!......"
"Shut up! Shut it! Not talking about you!"
Eric choked her neck with both hands, continuing his fantasy.
Imagining beneath him not the loose-pussied cheap maid, but Werner's maid who glared every eye contact.
His ugly fantasy twisted even uglier.
"Haghh, Isabella... Isabella!"
Eric shook his hips, pretending it wasn't a commoner maid but the countess proxy.
Just that haughty, arrogant, authoritative Isabella—who could kill him in one swing—under him... he was near climax.
Marriages between half-siblings or cousins were common to preserve power and blood.
With family wealth and power in his grasp, justification aplenty.
Isabella couldn't refuse.
Isabella. You swing that sword so well on the battlefield? Big deal! On the bed, you're just a bitch in heat! You'll squeal under my sword!
Eric fantasized forcing his dirty commoner-tainted seed into Kraus's noble pure bloodline.
Just picturing Isabella's blue eyes—sometimes looking at him like vermin—melting in pleasure and shame made his brain melt.
Soon, he came. Ignoring the sobbing maid still hooded, he lay beside, savoring the fantasy.
By now, his excellent pawn Lia should be fulfilling her mission perfectly in Werner's bedroom.
He'd told her it was a sleeping pill. It wasn't—top-grade aphrodisiac from the black market.
Werner would either rape Lia forcibly and die by her hand or get arrested by castle guards.
Even if not exactly, no issue.
Military funds couldn't be solved in a week anyway.
Soon Isabella would execute Werner herself.
With retainers resenting her strictness, killing her wastrel brother herself? Worst move.
But with war declared, proxy countess Isabella had no choice.
Eric would exploit that, pulling neutral factions to his side. The doomed countess in futile war would die soon enough.
Then, approach isolated Isabella first.
She couldn't refuse protecting her people.
"Uhihih, uhihihihi."
Perfect plan, pondered hundreds of times. No variables.
"Werner next is you, Mina. Mina next is you, Isabella."
Smack!
Eric slapped the sobbing maid's breast and hardened again.
That cocky declaration in the meeting? Wastrel Werner was no match.
I'm the real Kraus!
"Young master, you must be tired from the meeting. Have this wine and rest well."
It had been ten minutes since Lia offered the wine—I'd swapped it mid-handover and secretly fed it to her.
Evidently, Eric's drug for me wasn't mere sedative.
Not with her panting like that.
This crazy bitch...... How potent was the shit he prepared?
