The Maid's Cleaning Fellatio in the Lady Knight's Chambers (1)
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**BANG—!**
“Sir Eric, this is a knight’s quarters. No matter who you are—”
“Shut up! Get out of my way! Open the door right now!”
Eric shoved aside the guard blocking the door and stormed into Gareth’s room with his loyal knights in tow. That was when he saw Anna standing there, broom in hand.
“H-Hiiik!”
The moment Anna saw Eric’s terrifying expression, she let out a frightened squeak and collapsed to the floor. Her shoulders trembled violently as she curled into herself, tears threatening to spill at any moment.
Eric’s bloodshot eyes didn’t even register the insignificant maid. Instead, one of the knights who had followed him snapped at her.
“What the hell were you doing in here?!”
“I-I was cleaning! Sir Gareth hasn’t returned, so I was catching up on the overdue chores…!”
“Get out right now!”
Anna fled the room in tears. As she hurried out, the broom in her hand accidentally brushed against one of Gareth’s training wooden swords leaning in the corner. The sword clattered loudly to the floor.
Eric ordered his knights to tear the room apart like madmen. The bed was ripped open, drawers smashed to pieces. The obsession to find even a trace of the missing ledger kept his hands from stopping for even a second.
“…Huh?”
Eric had idly kicked the wooden sword that had fallen by itself, only to stub his toe. As he hopped around clutching his foot, he finally noticed something strange about the spot.
He walked over to where the sword had fallen. Then, unlike his usual self, he got down on the floor himself instead of ordering a subordinate. Lying flat, he reached into the small gap beside the wooden sword.
His fingers closed around a crumpled scrap of parchment.
It looked like a page torn from the ledger Gareth had tried to grab in a hurry. Eric’s hands began to shake.
[Sender: Kent Garcia. Recipient: Lady Ophelia. Details: Separate tribute payment.]
What Anna had planted there was a forged receipt that Werner had personally created last night using authentication only nobles could access.
“You… you son of a bitch.”
Eric’s lips quivered violently.
The man he thought was an ally—Kent—had been ignoring him, secretly approaching his mother behind his back and offering tribute.
‘Kent is trying to push me aside and become Mother’s new pawn.’
“Kent, you backstabbing bastard—!”
**Crash—!**
The vase Eric hurled in rage shattered against the wall, scattering shards across the floor.
Anna, who had been hurrying around the corner of the hallway while sobbing, suddenly froze at the sound.
A deep, satisfied smile bloomed across her lowered face, but it lasted only a moment. Since no one suspected her, nobody saw it.
The instant she stepped out of the hallway, her sobbing abruptly stopped.
Her previously frail, trembling shoulders straightened. The fear that had reddened her eyes vanished without a trace.
Instead, her lips curved with deep satisfaction—the pride of a maid who had perfectly carried out her young master’s orders.
But soon a faint tension appeared on her face. There was still one more thing left to do.
Someone even easier to deceive than Eric…
“What an idiot.”
Anna was slightly startled by her own words.
Born frail and of low birth, she had lived her entire life watching others’ moods. As a result, even when alone, she had developed the habit of never badmouthing anyone for fear of being overheard.
And yet here she was, calling none other than the knight commander Kent an idiot.
‘It’s all thanks to Young Master.’
She no longer feared being caught by Kent. Even if she were, Young Master would save her. There was nothing left to be afraid of.
With light steps, Anna headed toward Kent’s room. She intended to report Eric’s condition to him, just as Kent had ordered.
Of course, she would mix in a few lies, exactly as she and Young Master had rehearsed beforehand.
***
“Oohoot, ohoohok, ohop…! Mmph, mmph! Mmmph!”
I grabbed a pillow and pressed it over Leona’s face as she screamed.
I was thrusting into her in missionary position while pulling hard on both her nipples. It must have felt incredible, because Leona had completely forgotten she was supposed to stay quiet and was moaning at the top of her lungs.
The proud lady knight’s bitch-like cries were arousing even to my ears, but this wasn’t my room—it was Leona’s.
Most of the knights were probably out training on the drill grounds or searching the castle for the Unicorn Knight right about now. Still, a few might have remained in the dormitory, so I had to be careful.
**Slap-slap-slap!**
“Uhhmph, uhhmmphhh.”
I slowly buried my cock deep into Leona’s tight, juicy pussy as she cried out in that pathetic voice, then dragged it back out at an agonizingly slow pace, teasing her as I asked.
“Does it feel that good? …Leona.”
I wasn’t calling her Silver right now. It was daytime, and we were in the dormitory near the training grounds.
That meant the woman currently getting fucked by me wasn’t the proud lady knight who had no choice but to offer her body after being blackmailed.
She was simply the lewd woman named Leona, spreading her own legs wide of her own free will because she loved it, eagerly swallowing my cock.
“Yessss… yessss…”
Leona mumbled, her face completely melted with pleasure.
I pinched her nipples and gave her pubic hair a light tug, telling her to answer properly, but she only went limp.
Even the way her pussy clenched around my cock had grown weak, as if she might pass out.
I raised my hand, intending to lightly slap her lower belly, but stopped myself.
Leona was a masochist with a strong desire to submit, but she didn’t actually enjoy being hit. Besides, my child was growing inside that belly right now.
More precisely, it was my [Skill Child], but still…
And instead of heading straight to my room after returning to the castle to make her give birth to the skill, I had pounced on Leona and already cum inside her twenty times.
Even though I had dumped every single stat reward I earned from my Unicorn Knight activities into stamina and virility, my erection was finally starting to fade. It was no wonder Leona had been reduced to a wrecked mess after taking me into her pussy that many times.
“Whew. Let’s take a short break.”
I planned to wring every last skill out of her before the vanguard departed, so I had pushed things a bit too hard.
I pushed off the bed like I was doing a push-up and pulled my body away from where I had been pressed tightly against her.
“Uhhng… uhhnn…”
Even in that state, Leona instinctively reached out with one hand like a bitch in heat, but my now-soft cock slipped weakly out of her pussy.
**Knock knock knock.**
That was when Anna returned—the one I had sent to drive a wedge between Eric and Kent.
I looked around for something to cover my naked body, which was still drenched in Leona’s juices. Since this was Leona’s room and not mine, there was naturally nothing suitable.
After a brief moment of hesitation, I decided to simply open the door as I was.
It was a kind of test.
‘Anna, what kind of non-virgin are you? The type with that cute, delicate face who flies into a jealous rage the moment she sees me covered in another woman’s scent? Or… or are you the kind of woman who has more than enough qualifications to get pregnant with my skill in that belly of yours?’
Without any certainty about either possibility, I flung the door wide open.
There stood Anna, chin raised in a way that was completely unlike her usual timid self. She wore a confident, almost arrogant little smirk.
Just from that expression, I could tell—she had carried out my orders perfectly.
And the way her arrogant face instantly flushed crimson the moment her eyes landed on my softening cock, still slick and glistening with Leona’s pussy juices, told me everything. This bitch had caught the scent of my cock and gotten excited.
“Come in, Anna.”
***
The magnificent voice of Young Master that Anna had heard only this morning rang out—the voice she had been desperately longing for ever since.
Anna’s mood instantly brightened. She grabbed the doorknob and turned it.
The moment the door opened, she saw Young Master standing right there. He was completely naked for some reason, which startled her at first, but she quickly decided she liked it.
She assumed that since she had worked so hard and performed her task perfectly, he had taken his clothes off in advance to give her an immediate “reward.”
But Anna froze solid the very next second.
Behind Young Master, visible past his side, was the bed.
And on it lay the vice-commander, slumped like a corpse.
Vice-Commander Leona.
Even though she was a commoner and a woman, she had earned the position of vice-commander through pure skill. Anna had always respected her. She had thought Leona was on an entirely different level from someone like herself. That was why she had looked up to her.
But now…
The once magnificent and dignified woman wore a completely idiotic expression.
Her mouth hung open stupidly, tongue lolling out.
Her eyes were unfocused. Her nostrils flared with every breath.
And from her slightly gaping pussy—stretched from how many times she must have been fucked—thick semen was still slowly leaking out.
The vice-commander who had once seemed so cool and impressive… had been reduced to this pathetic state by Young Master.
“…Ah, ah…”
Anna’s ears burned bright red.
She clutched the report parchment tightly to her chest and fixed her gaze on her own toes.
“Close the door if you’re coming in.”
Unlike Anna, who was completely flustered and didn’t know how to react to the vice-commander’s disgraceful appearance, Werner’s voice remained perfectly calm.
“…Yes.”
Anna closed the door and stepped further inside. But her feet stopped there.
She simply couldn’t bring herself to approach the bed where Leona lay, mumbling deliriously, “Uhhng… uhehe… uhhhheee… cock… cooock…” like her mind had completely broken. At the same time, she couldn’t run back toward the door after being called by Young Master.
A suffocating silence filled the room.
The fact that Werner was quietly watching her only made the tension worse.
“Anna.”
“…Yes, Young Master.”
“Lift your head. Look straight at me.”
Anna’s shoulders stiffened. But it was an order from Young Master. She slowly raised her trembling eyes.
The obscene scene on the bed came back into view.
The vice-commander lay unconscious, completely limp beneath her master’s palm. Werner’s hand slowly stroked down her lower belly once. The golden pattern engraved there pulsed even more intensely for a moment.
“Hgyaaaaat?!”
‘Vice-Commander… just made a pathetic female sound…’
Anna swallowed dryly.
“Look closely,” Werner said.
“Look at the kind of person the one you serve is.”
“…”
“The woman sprawled on the floor is the vice-commander of the knight order. A commoner who crawled her way up to that position with nothing but a single sword. Just a few days ago she was my opponent in a duel. Now she’s reduced to squealing like a bitch under my cock. But in terms of pure skill, she’s still far above me. What do you think?”
Werner’s palm began to toy with Leona’s pussy. Even as her most private place was being violated, Leona couldn’t offer the slightest resistance. She had already been completely conquered by him. Just like Anna herself.
“And now she’s lying here beneath my hand, marked with my brand.”
“…”
“Anna.”
“…Yes, Young Master.”
“Even after seeing this, do you still intend to remain loyal to me?”
The air in the room grew heavy.
Normally, no matter what kind of question Werner asked, Anna would have answered without a moment’s hesitation. ‘Yes♥’ she would have said, in a voice like a songbird.
But this question was different. It wasn’t one that could be answered with her usual sweet devotion. Even Anna understood that.
She looked down at her toes for a moment, staring at a speck of dirt on them. Then, slowly, she raised her head and—for the first time—looked straight into Young Master’s blue eyes.