6. The Inconvenient Truth and Linka's Despair
Pierced deep in her secret place, Linka arched her body in shock, barely able to draw breath.
Leon's was apparently far larger than Gail's. Leon had no one to compare it to—he'd only ever raped Aria, who had been a virgin—so he'd had no idea.
"Ah, hi... nnn! Aaaaaah!"
Linka reacted wildly with every thrust from Leon.
As he ravaged her body, Leon whispered into her ear.
"Gail said he doesn't need a maid who got knocked up with some kid."
"That's a lie! Ahn, ahii!"
"And he said your chummy attitude, just 'cause you're childhood friends, is annoying as hell."
Linka was both Gail's maid and his childhood friend. Technically, she was a baron's daughter, a noble lady.
So she'd put in all sorts of effort to bring back the kind old Gail—advising him, even rebuking him at times...
Admirably devoted, really.
But that had earned Gail's ire.
"Women should just shut up and take it—that's Gail's philosophy. You've been discarded."
"No way! Master Gail loves me too...!"
"Then why'd he hand you over to me instead of some other maid?"
"Th-that's..."
The defiance drained from Linka's eyes, swiftly replaced by despair. Deep down, she must have known.
Gail didn't love Linka. He despised her. She was no longer useful to him, and neither was the child in her belly.
That was the truth.
And there was more to it. According to Gail, he'd originally planned to sell her off to a brothel, split the cash with her destitute father, and blow it all on fun.
But then he needed a maid to offer me, so he handed over Linka instead. Her father had agreed, on the condition of getting an equal cut of the money.
In other words, Linka had been abandoned by both her master and her father.
Her life was already ruined.
When Leon laid it all out, Linka... broke.
"Lies! Lies! Master Gail loves me! I'm needed! Ah, aaaaaah!"
"Sent to a brothel, you'd spend the rest of your life as a toy for countless men. Gail's kid gets scraped out, you get knocked up with who-knows-what over and over, and maybe die of some disease."
"No, I don't want that... ah..."
"But become my sex slave, and I'll let you keep going to the academy like normal. I'll make sure the kid in your belly gets raised right, too."
"B-but... ah, hiu!? It's... getting bigger...!"
Leon's shaft swelled hard, gouging her depths. Linka cried out in a piercing shriek: "Ahiii!!"
"So, what's it gonna be?"
"I... I'll become Master Leon's sex slaveee!! P-please, just not inside..."
"Can't turn you into a sex slave without pouring in my semen—it's how the skill works."
"Nooo! Don't thrust so deep! Master Gail's baby is in my womb, ah, aaaaaah! Don't defile my womb eeee! Aaaaaah!"
Linka's body jerked back in a spasm, and Leon's cock pulsed, pumping thick ropes of seed straight into her womb.
She had no chance to escape, forced to accept every drop of Leon's semen. When he finally pulled out, a flood of white turbidity gushed from her secret place.
And then, a red Inscription etched itself across her lower belly—a womb-shaped mark, proof that Linka had become Leon's sex slave.
Linka had passed out.
Half the goal was complete. But the other half remained.
The Gloucester Duke house was apparently tied to his sister's enemies, the anti-empire faction. He needed to extract that intel from Linka.
The skill could probably force it out of her. To save his sister, he couldn't afford to hold back.
But at the worst possible moment, there was a knock at the door.
He hadn't locked it, so the visitor swung it open with ease.
"Lancaster-kun, are you... there? Um, I wanted to thank you for helping me out earlier today..."
There stood Estelle Elmidgit, looking bashful in her pink nightgown.
Caught red-handed...?
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