Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Eirin's Dream and Morning Service (1)
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Eirin was dressed in her robe. She was probably wearing her night service maid uniform underneath.
Just thinking about it nearly sent the Tyrant into a rage. I took a moment to steady my breathing before stopping Eirin.
"No need for night service tonight."
"Even tonight... you're skipping the service?"
"That's right. It's late, so you should head back and get some rest."
Our eyes met in that instant. Eirin always kept her emotions hidden behind an impassive face, but tonight felt a little different.
"I haven't been able to attend to you for a while now."
A firm tone that didn't sound like Eirin at all. She didn't say it outright, but her resolve was clear. She was determined to provide service tonight, no matter what.
Fair enough. It had been three days since my return from the mission, and I hadn't been with any other women in that time.
It had been that long without extracting my seed, so she might worry that the tyrannical young master's savagery would return as soon as tomorrow. Eirin could very well be thinking something like that.
'Come to think of it, it wasn't just these three days. I hadn't received her service for a while even before that.'
I'd spent so much time with Lillia and Chloe, wringing out every drop. In a way, I'd been considerate of her. But with the skipped services dragging on, it must have worried her.
Eirin was the perfect maid, after all.
"So, for the rest of this week's lectures and training... wouldn't it be best to clear your head with some service... Young Lord?"
Her voice trembled slightly. It carried an urgent, anxious plea.
But I turned down Eirin's offer.
"I'm fine. I'm perfectly clear-headed right now, so no need. Besides, tonight I'd rather review last week's alchemy lecture instead of night service."
Eirin's expression darkened sharply at my words.
Of course, I had no intention of avoiding intimacy with her forever. I wanted to spend a passionate night with her right then and there.
But tonight was the new moon—the perfect time for the demonization quest. And for the sub-quest, I had to enter not reality, but Eirin's dream. I had to hold back.
"There's a lot of alchemy theory to review. I want a quiet night alone."
"I see... Understood. Then have a peaceful night."
Eirin bowed to me and turned away. Her back and shoulders looked even more delicate than usual. It was heartbreaking enough to make me want to call her back and demand her service.
A beauty's listless form was endlessly pitiful. Reluctantly, I added one more word.
"Wait, Eirin."
She stopped in her tracks at my voice.
"In exchange, make sure to provide morning service tomorrow without fail. Get a good night's sleep for that."
"...Yes, Young Lord."
Her dejected voice brightened just a little.
After Eirin left, I hardened my cock and entered her dream.
It wasn't her usual bedtime, but the diligent maid must have taken my words to heart and gone straight to sleep.
I began peering into her dream.
The moment I entered Eirin's dream, I summoned the Spirit of Darkness first.
The four elemental spirits I'd contracted during the day were all low-grade. But contracting all of them had raised my spirit arts hierarchy, allowing me to contract an intermediate spirit like this.
'Useful.'
I immediately possessed the Spirit of Darkness, Teneb, and transformed my body into a crow. Dreams—the realm of the unconscious—were vast beyond imagination.
Eirin's unconscious was especially deep, so flying made it easier to reach where her dream was unfolding.
'Better than flying as an incubus outright.'
I arrived at Eirin's location in no time. The backdrop of the dream was my mansion.
I perched on a branch of the large tree outside my bedroom window. Through the glass, I could see Eirin hard at work.
'Even in her dreams, she's so diligent.'
I watched her closely. But unexpectedly, Eirin let out a deep sigh.
"Haa..."
It was laden with emotion. Eirin was human too, after all. She must be tired even in her dream.
'Maybe the mansion's workload is too much for her alone. Should I tell Butler Liberto to hire a few more maids?'
Just as I thought I'd done well skipping her service for a while, her mutter made me freeze.
"That cow-titted bitch... What a pain."
I was stunned by the vulgarity—something Eirin would never say. And the target was obvious.
'She's cursing Lillia?'
I peered through the window more intently. Now that I looked, the bed was a mess. Traces of semen. And the sheets were soaked with someone else's thick emissions.
I could guess what had happened.
It was right before Pantheon's term started. The day Lillia visited the mansion. The scene right after their first pre-sex practice together.
'They really made a mess of it.'
Cleaning up after someone else's romp couldn't be pleasant. Even calm Eirin would curse at that filth. I understood.
Then the dream scene shifted again.
Sunlight intensified—it seemed like morning. I lay asleep on the bed. Eirin slipped into the room carefully, so as not to wake me.
She gathered my discarded clothes and undergarments, then headed out. Soon, she entered the mansion's laundry room.
There, Eirin cautiously sniffed my underwear and inspected the stains. Then she found a long strand of silver hair.
"This is from the Itern Marchioness's daughter?"
Eirin sighed deeply again. Clear proof the two of us had fucked. She'd even smelled the underwear—no denying it.
'She waited up for me until dawn that day.'
She'd waited so late for me. But I'd spent a hot night with that fearsome marchioness's daughter.
No wonder if she thought I was pathetic.
'Still, her dreams are all about this stuff.'
So far, Eirin's dreams had uniquely revolved around the aftermath of sex. Probably the influence of the incubus suggestion I'd planted.
Eirin's unconscious shifted the scene again. Now it was the room where she stayed in the mansion.
It was furnished only with practical items.
'First time seeing Eirin's room. So like her.'
No window for peeking, so I changed form.
"Hm? What's a cat doing here?"
Eirin spotted me as a cat and gently scooped me up.
"What brings you in here? Oh my, how cute. The color even looks just like the Young Lord."
With a tenderness unimaginable from her usual self, she stroked me—her cat self—over and over.
It was a dream, but the soft press of her breasts felt incredible.
"Golden fur and blue eyes. Just like Young Lord Julian—so pretty."
She rubbed her face against me eagerly. Seeing this adorable side of Eirin I never witnessed, I quietly savored it.
After petting me for a while, she spoke regretfully.
"But you shed too much fur, so you can't stay in the mansion. It has to stay spotless for the Young Lord. Play for a bit, and I'll let you out later."
With that, she lay back on her bed, still in her maid uniform. She stayed there a while before sitting up.
Her body seemed exhausted, yet sleep wouldn't come easily.
"Still... I should change..."
Eirin undressed from her maid uniform. Her perfectly proportioned figure was laid bare.
Instead of pajamas, she pulled something unexpected from her wardrobe.
"This dress the Young Lord bought me... Should I try it on again now?"
The dress she'd chosen was that black one from the women's clothing shop in Reinhime—the one I'd gifted her.
'She treasures it more than I thought.'
Eirin dressed with utmost care, mindful not to damage the fabric.
Not a lady's gown, but a blatantly sexy evening dress. She lay back on the bed in it, disheveled.
"Is the Young Lord... asleep by now? Or spending the night with that marchioness's daughter?"
Still dressed like that, she hugged her cat self again. The banquet night had already passed in the dream, so this was probably after I'd left on my mission.
'Back then... both the first and second nights were with Chloe.'
The first was more like face-fucking, but shadows crossed Eirin's face again. Unsettled, she hugged me tighter.
"I miss you... Young Lord."
Her words made me flinch. Pure longing, a murmur craving someone.
And that someone was me—the only young lord in the Reinhardt mansion.
'She misses me. Does Eirin... have feelings for me?'
A bit flustered, but I thought it through calmly. She'd gotten angry finding traces of other women. And here she was, missing me.
Plus her recent desperate reaction to me skipping service. If all that mixed her true feelings...
The next scene confirmed it for me.
"Good thing I kept this magic portrait."
Eirin pulled a magic portrait from her maid apron pocket.
'From the military parade?'
I hadn't known she had it. She set the cat—me—down and clutched the portrait to her chest like a treasure.
A strange, indescribable feeling washed over me, but I decided to keep watching her dream.
Moments later.
Gazing at the portrait, Eirin's cheeks and neck flushed deep red.
"It's getting... so hot..."
The sheer black evening dress seemed translucent. Yet she twisted as if it felt confining.
She set the portrait aside on the bed.
"Ah... Young Lord..."
And in that instant. With a soft moan, one of her hands slipped between her thighs.
Eirin's breathing quickened. She raised one hand to cover her small face.
Her other hand brushed over her pussy, still dressed.
"Ngh!"
Probably grazed her clit. Pleasure twisted her body. But her touch on herself felt clumsy overall.
She didn't seem experienced with masturbation.
"Ah... No. Thinking of the Young Lord while... doing this... Haa... What a mistake..."
She pulled her hand away from her pussy, breathing raggedly. Her attempt at self-pleasure was fleeting.
'So diligent. She doesn't even masturbate normally?'
Eirin was still young.
It hadn't been long since my massive cock opened new worlds for her. She'd been suppressing the pent-up lust from our dry spell.
Dreams laid bare one's desires. Yet she seemed to view even masturbation as some grave sin.
"No... I must comport myself properly... Can't do that in the Young Lord's mansion..."
Even in her dream, Eirin was strict with herself. A pang of guilt hit me. Like a groom away on a long business trip, leaving his newlywed bride.
But I could help her. I was an incubus now.
I drew up mana. Dark-attribute mana from my contract with Teneb, the Spirit of Darkness.
That black magic shifted the dream's hue. Eirin was swallowed into the incubus's domain in an instant.
Her expression changed. Her honest emotions surfaced in the dream.
"Haa... I miss you..."
Responding to her wish, I shifted form. Back to my military parade uniform, tailored by Master Otto of Reinhime.
I appeared before Eirin once more.
"Young Lord...? How are you here? Aren't you away on your mission?"
But this was her dream. Clouded by incubus aura, she grew honest in her lust.
"Is this a dream? Doesn't matter... I missed you... Young Lord... Eirin missed you so much..."
She rose from the bed and hugged me tight. Then she pressed her lips to mine with a smack.
"Heehee. This doesn't count as a kiss, so it's fine!"
The incubus aura amplified by Teneb was stronger than expected.
Eirin—unimaginable in her waking self—showered me with coquettish affection as she clung.
"Fufu, Young Lord's body... feels so good everywhere! Shall Eirin service you plenty? Even if you refuse, I won't mind one bit! Eirin's a naughty maid who never listens to the Young Lord! Heehee."
With that, she hurriedly stripped off my pants and underwear.
"Eirin wants... to do it lots with the Young Lord too! So lie down already! Do it with me, not those wicked girls!"
Leaving only my uniform jacket, she pushed me onto the bed and straddled between my legs.
The Tyrant was stunned by this unforeseen cuteness from Eirin. My cock throbbed wildly there.
"As sturdy as ever today. Young Lord's mighty rod... Heehee. Let Eirin make you feel amazing. Mmm... Lick... Slurp..."
Eirin's pink lips parted. Her protruding tongue began exploring every inch of the Tyrant.