Chapter 40: How the Young Lord Recruits (4)
Chapter 40: How the Young Lord Recruits (4)
-Kugh, just kill me!
-You may try to defile me, but it is useless! I am a proud knight of the Empire!
-H-hogogok! I... I can't live without Lord Juji anymore...!!
There are elements like these.
The term "Female Corruption" is like a word with many meanings and is used in various ways, but the "Female Corruption" I’m talking about refers to it in the sense of sex addiction.
The case where someone falls for a man because they fell for his dick.
In realistic terms, people talk about "body bonds" or "rice cake love," but there's no way such things would work so easily in a fantasy world like this.
I’ve fallen for this man’s dick.
I’ve fallen for this man’s sex techniques.
...Since that’s never happened to me in my life, the probability of Laura or Yurdias developing feelings or love for me just because I took their virginity is lacking.
'Then I just need to increase the frequency.'
If the affinity level required for them to like me is 10,000, and the "rice cake love" that builds up with each creampie is 1, then mathematically, wouldn't they like me after 10,000 creampies?
-Haah. He’s a son of a bitch, but his cock was good.
-...Go! I’ll spare your life, so never show your face again!
-You’re not the Young Lord or the Master anymore, are you? Hmmm, hey. You, want to be my gigolo?
Even if they can't offer their lives in loyalty to me, I leave open the possibility of surviving as at least a "man whose dick is useful."
-Oh my. To think the man who claimed to be the King of Fermaton has fallen so low. How pitiful. Puhu, you should be grateful. If it weren't for your dick, I would have purged you. Hmmm... A pathetic loser who’s useless for anything but his dog-dick... ♡
As long as I don't have to live miserably as a sub-human, quadruple-amputee biological totem, I’m even prepared to fall to the status of a gigolo.
The Normal Ending is the Pimp Ending.
The Happy Ending is, of course, becoming the King of Fermaton.
The Dead Ending is, naturally, becoming Ru/ji.
And the Bad Ending is...
-I’ll feed you and keep you alive in my bed for the rest of your life. Haah, Young Lord, all you have to do is keep your dick hard, okay? I’ll take care of everything else... Ha-ugh.
'This much is okay.'
The Dead Ending must be avoided at all costs, and in the worst-case scenario, I can handle up to a Bad Ending.
In that sense, obtaining a gem that may or may not be a Mythstone is definitely a great achievement.
Recruiting a woman named Yurdias as a companion for now is also a great achievement.
Having Laura turn the gem into a weapon is also a great achievement.
And.
'Now I have to go take care of other things.'
Zzz, zzz.
Laura and Yurdias were asleep, lying naked on the bed.
Since they had been taken by me until dawn and only just fell asleep, they must be physically exhausted.
'But this damn dick won't go down.'
The dick is perfectly fine.
To the point where I wondered if Ruji Fermaton was originally a man with such vigorous libido, Ruji’s dick was prone to becoming hard again in an instant.
At best, it was only after I thrust inside until Laura fainted that the erection slightly subsided and it hung its head.
In other words, it wasn't in a completely withered state.
'Did this guy shove a Mythstone into his dick?'
Since power and a cock are all I have, I have to make good use of them, but it’s scary that even after fucking two women until they fainted, I still think, 'I could go for more.'
Tinkle, tinkle.
I rang the bell placed on the table.
The sound didn't travel outside, but the bell read the Fermaton blood from my hand holding it and transmitted the sound outward.
"Is someone outside?"
[Aah...! Yes, yes! I am here!]
"I’m unlocking the door."
When I pressed the Magic Stone button next to the bell, a maid who looked a bit tired opened the unlocked door and stepped inside.
"E-excuse m— ugh."
Since I hadn't ventilated the room during the night, the smell was probably quite intense.
"I’m going out for a moment. I’m heading to the underground dungeon, so get ready."
"The underground dungeon...?"
"Yes."
"May I ask why you are going to the underground dungeon...?"
"What?"
"A-ah, no! That is, I mean..."
I lightly scanned the maid from head to toe.
"What is your name?"
"Ah, I am Emma...!"
A maid with glasses and braided hair.
She’s an extra—or one of the residents of this world—who isn't in my memory.
A plain extra.
But my gut is telling me.
This maid.
She’s not just a maid.
"Emma. Emma. Right. How long has it been since you started working at the Count’s castle?"
"I-it’s been about half a year."
"Right. Half a year. That’s quite long. However..."
I reached out toward Emma and gripped her shoulder.
"Is there any reason for a maid to question where the Young Lord intends to go?"
"......!!"
"Why am I going? What, is there somewhere in Fermaton’s castle I’m not allowed to go? Why do you ask that?"
"T-that is..."
"What an insolent maid."
After grabbing Emma’s cheek, I squeezed it hard with one hand and pushed her outward.
"Has the discipline of the maids become lax lately? Talking back to the Young Lord’s words. Hmm?"
"I-I’m sorr—"
"Take them off."
"...Pardon?"
"Take off your glasses."
I closed the door.
The door to the sex room closed automatically, and now this room became one that no one could enter or leave recklessly until I opened the door.
In other words, until I went back in, no one from the outside could enter.
I had already given Laura and Yurdias a rough heads-up before they fainted, so when they wake up, they are expected to wash, groom themselves, and wait.
While I go find another "human rights character" in the underground dungeon.
"What are you doing? I said take off your glasses. Do my orders sound like a joke to you?"
"U-ugh..."
"Y-Young Lord...!"
I heard the sound of urgent footsteps running from a distance.
"Amy. Who handles the training of the maids?"
"......I manage all the maids who serve the Young Lord."
"Is that so? Well, this maid talked back to me. When I said I was going somewhere, she asked why I was going there."
I know it’s absolute bullshit.
If she argued that I was just picking a fight over nothing, I’d have nothing to say.
But this is a medieval class society, and I’m a noble, right?
"Someone has to take responsibility, don't they?"
"...Her training was insufficient. I will discipline her."
"Right. Let’s see—"
Slap!
A sound so loud it made my balls shrink for a moment echoed through the hall.
I was planning to have her take off the glasses first, but as soon as I gave permission, Amy slapped Emma’s cheek with a full swing.
Crack.
The glasses tumbled to the floor and shattered.
The frames were bent, and the lenses smashed into pieces against the wall.
Slap, slap, slap!!
And it wasn't just once, but several times.
Emma was unilaterally slapped by Amy, and it reached a point where even I thought it was a bit much—
'No. I shouldn't intervene.'
This is the domain of the maids.
If Amy, of all people, did this, then this is clearly the common sense of this world.
'If I start acting like it’s too much after I’m the one who threw a fit, what does that make Amy?'
Amy would be the one in the wrong.
So, around the time I thought it was enough—
"Amy."
"Yes."
"I’m going to the underground dungeon. You will escort me."
"Understood. May I continue the discipline afterward?"
"Mm."
I turned around and headed forward.
'She deserved it.'
An ordinary maid wouldn't question me.
They would just follow the order as it was given.
There’s only one reason to question.
When they are a spy meant to monitor my every move.
'She’s a spy.'
Spies of the Empire, trying to find out even my dick size.
* * *
"......."
Emma fiddled with her swollen cheek and picked up the broken glasses.
The glasses were damaged beyond repair, but Emma gripped the end of the frames with a calm face.
"...Tsk."
Broken.
They were completely broken.
Emma carefully folded the broken glasses, tucked them into her bosom, and stood up.
"A-are you okay...?"
"I’m fine, Senior."
Other maids who had run over after hearing the commotion handed her a handkerchief with worried faces, and Emma spat out what had pooled in her mouth.
"...Ha."
Blood.
Emma’s hands trembled at the sight of the deep red blood.
"......Quick-witted piece of trash."
"...Be careful. The Lord has been strange lately. He’s on edge like he’s on his period."
"I didn't think he’d just grab me like that over a simple question. Ugh, damn it... No, so why did he say he’s going to the underground dungeon? Did you hear anything, Senior?"
"T-that is..."
The other maid leaned in and whispered softly into her ear.
"...What? No, then you’re saying I ended up like this because he’s going to fuck some female knight...?"
"Shh. Lower your voice...!"
"...Ha, damn it."
Emma fiddled with her inner thigh and gnashed her teeth.
"...For now, report it once it’s confirmed. That his descent into the underground dungeon... isn't to fuck over some guild and use them, but to fuck a woman."
Whir. Whir.
The tip of the eyeglass frame flickered.
* * *
'There are too many eyes trying to investigate me.'
Reacting oversensitively just because she added one extra sentence?
No.
I was certain that woman was "problematic."
"Amy."
"Yes."
"Aren't you curious why I’m going to the underground dungeon?"
"Even if I am curious, a maid must not ask. I simply follow the Young Lord’s instructions."
The perfect posture of a servant.
Unless it’s an order to commit suicide or something similar, a maid must naturally obey her master’s words.
"Right. But about that maid."
We had reached the end of the hallway and were on the path down to the underground dungeon.
We probably couldn't be heard now.
"She wouldn't happen to be a spy sent by the Empire or something, would she?"
"......Shall I check?"
"Just check once, just in case. Not that she would be, of course. Puhu."
A member of the Empire’s intelligence organization.
I need to confirm it this time.
Whether I overreacted.
Or whether the setting I remember is correct.
'The Glasses Corps.'
One setting I remember.
...That the Imperial Intelligence Department collects information through specially crafted magic glasses.
I didn't push her away like that just because she was wearing glasses.
Never.
If she was just an inexperienced maid, and my intuition was wrong and I caught an innocent person...
Wouldn't I become a complete piece of trash...?
'It won't be.'
Probably.
"...Amy. I’ll have to talk to Mother about the maid uniform regulations. From now on, glasses are prohibited."
"Pardon...? A-ah, I-I’m sorry. Understood. I will, for now, convey that to the Countess, but..."
"I’ll give you the reason. If you just convey the situation, you’ll get scolded by Mother asking what you’re talking about. There is a reason."
I reached out toward Amy and lightly stroked her bare face with my thumb.
"I’ve developed a distaste for cock mirrors."