Sex Education - 1
“Ugh.”
I stepped out of my father’s office and greeted Sven, who still stood by the door. He returned the greeting with his usual blank face, and I continued down the corridor.
Public affairs, huh.
Even if it counted as learning the job, it would probably amount to little more than menial chores. There was no reason to hand real responsibility to a green novice like me. Still.
With my lessons finished, I found myself wondering what to do next. In this world, entertainment basically boiled down to drinking, gambling, and sex. If I was honest, the main reason I had buried myself in study until now was simply because I had nothing better to do. Working would at least kill some time, but…
“Hm?”
On my way back to my room I passed the garden I often saw. In the middle of the flowerbed overflowing with pure white blossoms, at the little table prepared for tea, several people were gathered.
“……”
Even from a distance the sight struck me at once: a golden-haired beauty. Grace Franz. Aidan’s wife.
Our eyes met. I stopped walking without realizing it and simply stared. She looked like a painting, standing amid the flower garden with petals swirling around her in the breeze.
We gazed at each other for a moment before she lowered her head first in greeting, ending the brief spell. I bowed in return and continued on my way.
“Damn… she really is beautiful.”
I grumbled to myself as I headed for the study.
“Young master.”
While I was reading alone in my room, the head maid arrived. Like Sven, she approached with an expressionless face and a quiet bow.
Is having a poker face a basic passive skill for all servants?
“Lena. What is it?”
If Sven managed every affair of the Franz count family, Lena oversaw the staff who worked in the household. Strictly speaking the male servants fell under Sven, but he was usually busy with other duties, so Lena often handled them instead. In any case, it was rare for her to seek me out.
“It concerns the matter in three days.”
“Three days? Ah.”
So the news had already reached her ears. Or rather, from her position it was only natural she would know. But why bring it up?
Reading the question on my face, Lena spoke.
“Starting today, we will conduct your sex education.”
“Sex education? I already know the basics.”
I had no experience, but I wasn’t completely uneducated. There had been books.
“Of course you do. However, real bodies and illustrations are entirely different.”
That was true. But real? When she said real bodies… surely she didn’t mean…
“Wait, what? You can’t mean actual sex?”
“No. Your first experience will be with that person. The lessons beginning today will start by familiarizing you with real bodies.”
“I see.”
So this was to prevent me from being shocked when I saw a woman’s intimate parts in person. Hm.
“Will that be acceptable?”
“I’m fine with it.”
“Understood. Please wait a moment.”
With a polite bow, Lena left the room briefly. I closed the book I had been reading. A spark of curiosity had begun to rise. Aristocratic sex education. I wondered exactly how they would go about it.
After a short wait, Lena returned with several other maids.
“Young master. We will begin preparations.”
“R-right.”
I was a little nervous. As I sat obediently, Lena signaled the maids.
They greeted me, then moved quickly and silently. The curtains swished shut, darkening the room, and they lit candles they had brought from somewhere. Soft candlelight filled the space, creating an intimate atmosphere.
“Sniff… there’s a scent?”
“Yes. It has a relaxing effect.”
Lena answered quietly. Some kind of aromatherapy? They really thought of everything. Come to think of it, they often added something to the bath as well.
“Then, young master.”
Once everything was ready, Lena stood beside me. When I looked forward, the maids who had been preparing now stood quietly in front of me, watching.
“Is there a maid who pleases you?”
“…Here?”
“Yes. Every girl present has been personally vetted by me. If you desire someone else, please inform me.”
At Lena’s words I looked at the maids again. There were roughly ten of them. Some I had seen in passing, others were new to me. They varied in height, from petite to tall, and in figure, from modest to full. The one thing they all shared was pleasant faces. After all, simply working as a maid in the castle made them prime marriage candidates for commoners.
“Hmm.”
But this was the first time I had ever looked at them with such a sexual gaze. I examined them slowly, starting from the first. Every single one was beautiful. It really didn’t matter who I chose.
“Do I have to pick just one?”
“Any number is acceptable.”
Ha. To think I would ever be in the position of choosing women like a buffet. Thank god I was reborn as an aristocrat. Thank god I possessed magic power.
After looking them over carefully, I settled on two familiar faces.
“Then I’ll take Charlotte and Neria.”
“Understood. Charlotte, Neria.”
“Y-yes!”
“Yes!”
When Lena called them forward, the two stepped out. They looked slightly nervous, but their cheeks were faintly flushed. At least they didn’t seem to dislike it, which was a relief. No matter who I was, if the girls I saw every day made disgusted faces, it would sting.
Yet the atmosphere had grown strangely charged. The way the maids were looking at me felt… odd. What? Was something wrong?
Lena, noticing my confusion, let out a small sigh. At the sound the maids straightened their backs at once.
“What is it?”
“Young master, you remember the maids’ names.”
“Ah. That? Is it strange?”
“Unless they are senior servants, maids are rarely addressed by name by nobles.”
I nodded. Servants were treated like stones by the roadside. Not cruelly, as in some novels, but simply ignored like tools, only called when needed. Senior servants like Sven or Lena were exceptions, of course.
“Charlotte and Neria come into my room every day. I see them often, so of course I remember. They’re the ones who tidy my bed every morning and bring my tea.”
“Yes.”
“It’s only natural to remember their names.”
I recalled how shocked they had been the first time I asked. I hadn’t understood why back then, but now it made sense.
When I looked at Charlotte and Neria, both were blushing while staring at the floor. I hadn’t meant anything by it, but… it was a good thing I had built up goodwill with them beforehand.
After a while the rest of the maids left the room.
“Then, young master.”
In the now dark and quiet room, only four of us remained: myself, Lena, Charlotte, and Neria.
In the space filled with a mysterious sweet fragrance, Lena spoke softly.
“We will now begin the sex education.”
The soft rustle of fabric echoed through the quiet room. I watched the two girls in a state of slight tension.
There wasn’t any particular “maid uniform” in this world, but the servants had a standard outfit. It wasn’t especially distinctive, yet the light, flowing skirts were pleasant to look at. The two girls wearing those garments now stood before me.
Charlotte was a petite girl with brown hair and black eyes. Her chest was modest, matching her small frame, and she wasn’t very tall. I sometimes caught her grunting with effort while making my bed in the mornings.
Neria was a striking girl with red hair and orange eyes. She handled my tableware, so she was usually the one who brought drinks or food. The tea in this world was bitterly strong and didn’t suit my palate, but Neria, who had brewed it for me for a long time, had learned to make it gently sweet to my taste. She was a palm taller than Charlotte, with generous curves where they mattered.
Seeing the two of them standing side by side, I couldn’t help thinking how much this really was a fantasy world. Could hair and eye colors like that truly occur naturally?
“Then, young master.”
“Yeah.”
Lena stepped between me and the girls.
“I will first explain the proper sequence for the first night that will take place in three days.”
“Go on.”
They even decided the order in detail before beginning. Well, even married couples rarely shared a bedroom. As far as I knew, my father and mother had separate rooms.
“You will begin preparations from the evening of that day.”
“From the evening?”
“Yes.”
Unions between nobles were apparently that important. Such nights happened perhaps once a month, if that. Was sexual desire really so low in this world? It must have been hard on my brother.
Lena slowly walked me through the sequence. First I would bathe, change into prepared clothes, then be guided to Grace’s bedroom. While I prepared, Grace would be doing the same. She didn’t go into detail about that part.
“When you enter the bedroom, Grace will be waiting for you on the bed. Approach slowly, without haste, maintaining proper dignity.”
Basic etiquette. She gave me a general outline of how to behave. Nothing too surprising. Simply: do not act rudely, respect your partner. That sort of thing.
After explaining, Lena suddenly lifted something. Soft, flowing silk. They even had clothes like this? …Well, the fabric of the clothes everyone wore already seemed far too fine for medieval standards. This fantasy world really was something else.
“Grace will be wearing this sort of garment.”
“Uh… yeah.”
To be honest, it was my first time seeing anything like it. This was lingerie, right? If she wore it, everything would be visible.
“Averting your eyes at this moment would also be improper. You must treat her as you usually would.”
“As usual?”
“Yes.”
But how? Grace’s full, generous breasts would be completely on display.
“It is, however, acceptable to direct your gaze to her breasts and intimate area at that time.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It serves as a signal that you are feeling sexual desire.”
Ah. Straightforward as always.
Lena then turned to the two girls who had been standing quietly the whole time.
“We will now demonstrate the removal.”
“…Using Charlotte and Neria?”
“Yes. Knowing how to remove this type of women’s undergarment is also essential etiquette. For a nobleman to be unable to undo a lady’s lingerie is considered a grave insult to her.”
Not knowing how to undress her would apparently be taken as not wanting to perform the night’s duties. Lena warned sternly that it was a serious offense and must never happen.
When she fell silent, Charlotte and Neria slowly began to remove their clothes.
It was finally happening! Without thinking, I stared intently at the two of them. Blushing under my gaze, Charlotte and Neria placed their hands on their garments.