Chapter 4. Baron's Daughter (4)
Chapter 4. Baron's Daughter (4)
Clara's heart was pounding.
It felt like the Baron would come home any second.
If that happened.
Clara was finished.
Because she'd abandoned her duty.
As a maid, she had to protect the Noblewoman.
And set her straight when she strayed down the wrong path.
But did anything ever go according to plan?
Anna was a tomboy born and bred.
She hardly ever listened.
On top of that, her curiosity was off the charts.
And no matter what, she'd find a way to scratch that itch.
After coming of age.
Anna's curiosity exploded even more.
Especially when it came to men.
And who could blame her?
She almost never got to meet any.
Scratch that—no opportunities at all.
The second she tried chatting up a guy.
Baron Kargon's thunder would crash down.
Anna was the Baron's treasured daughter.
But also a pawn for political marriage.
She had to stay pure until a prime match came along.
You know the rule: forbid it, and it becomes irresistible.
Anna's curiosity caught fire.
She started hoarding erotic paintings.
Drooling buckets over delicate depictions of men and women getting it on.
Not long after her coming-of-age rite.
A match was secured.
The eldest son of Count Abilark.
The House of Abilark wielded real power in the western continent.
Ties to central nobles.
Formidable military might.
For Baron Kargon, it was a jackpot.
Soon, Count Abilark's eldest son visited the Kargon Barony.
Dweys von Abilark.
Flaunting his status.
He rolled up with a horde of plate-armored knights.
Clara was floored.
Dweys was that ugly.
Ugliness isn't a sin, sure.
Dweys didn't choose his looks.
But this was next-level.
He even reeked.
Rumor had it.
Dweys feared water.
Bathed maybe once every few years.
Anna went ghost-white.
No fairy-tale prince expectations, but this?
Anna sobbed through nights on end.
Rebelled for the first time ever.
Said she'd marry a serf instead.
Stubbornly mouthed off to her father, Baron Kargon.
Got a slap for her troubles.
"Clara.. I really wanna die.."
Anna latched onto Clara, pouring out her woes.
"Miss.."
Clara wanted to console her.
But words failed her completely.
"Clara, I've got a favor."
"I'll hear you out. Anything, just say."
"You really will?"
Anna's eyes sparkled.
"...Yes."
Felt like bad juju.
But Clara nodded anyway.
"I've actually got a crush. Guy named Hans.."
"No way. A highborn Barony Noblewoman crushing on a lowly serf?"
"Not just crushing. I wanna sleep with him."
Clara's jaw dropped.
She shook her head.
A serf's son knotting navels with a Barony Noblewoman.
Unthinkable taboo.
But Anna dug in her heels.
"Clara. Pretty please? Like this?"
"Hoo.."
Tearful pleas from Anna.
Quivering lips so pitiful.
That pretty face begging? Hard to flat-out refuse.
"Just once."
"Lose your virginity pre-wedding, and the marriage could get axed."
"Isn't that perfect?!"
Back-and-forth bickering.
Clara caved in the end.
Always the same.
Principles first.
But Anna sniffles.
Clara retreats.
Truth is, popping cherry doesn't nix the wedding.
Just toughens wedded life.
"But no pregnancy."
"Ung.."
Anna grinned awkwardly.
"No creampies to dodge pregnancy. Ever."
"Yeah?"
Adult Anna.
Knew jack squat.
Crappy sex ed.
Erotic art's prime material.
But sans guidance? Pure eye candy.
Clara broke it down: body diffs, sex 101, the works.
Pre-marriage must-know anyway.
"Never cum inside!"
"Gotcha.."
Clara, unwitting accomplice.
She asked.
"But Sir Yannick?"
Yannick von Satiar.
Retired Old Knight.
Stickler supreme.
Lord's Manor security chief too.
"No sweat."
Anna waved a wad of papers.
"Yannick played innocent while pocketing tenant taxes. Proof right here."
Unbelievable.
Ever-upright Yannick.
Skimming funds.
"Weakness nabbed. He'll play ball."
Clara bent to sentiment.
Yannick self-sabotaged.
No one left in the Lord's Manor to block Anna.
And that's the full scoop on this tryst.
"Ugh.."
No holding back.
I crushed Anna's body in a bear hug.
Pubic bones mashed tight.
Buried as deep as possible.
Orgasm hit.
Semen flooded out.
"Euhuk..!"
Anna wailed.
Eyes clamped shut.
Lips gnawed.
Drool trickling clear from the corner.
Legs locked 'round my waist.
Body screaming cum already.
We clung, heaving for ages.
Losing my V-card to a Barony Noblewoman..
Mind-blowing.
No wise-man comedown.
Pure pride.
Achievement high, ecstatic rush.
Everything brimming.
Beyond base lust.
Deeper, thicker something.
First orgasm this intense.
Brain went blank-white.
Thought? Zilch.
Pleasure only.
Right then.
Weird scene popped up.
"Where am I.."
Worn, antique room.
Corner campfire crackling.
Walls lined with bookshelves stuffed full.
Sprawling table heaped with dried herbs.
Flasks, beakers.
Mystery lab gear everywhere.
Center: massive cauldron.
No fire under it.
Bluish goo bubbling away.
Total stranger spot.
Was balls-deep in Barony Noblewoman.
"See me?"
Voice hit from behind.
Woman's timbre.
Whirled 'round: lady in rocking chair.
Draped in black robe.
Inky black.
Darkness tailored to fit.
Wide-brim witch hat.
Heavy shadow veil.
White sclera, teeth popping.
Screams I'm a mage.
Face: suffocating beauty.
30s-ish?
Vitality outpacing early-20s girls.
Prettiest I'd seen: Anna.
Anna? No contest.
Curves sinful.
Baggy robes couldn't hide 'em.
Legs crossed.
Long pipe clenched, puffing nonstop.
"Who're you?"
"Your master."
Master?
Teacher?
"Nope, plain teacher. The 'master' vibing your soul."
Mind-reader.
Not thrilled.
Thoughts gallop like wild colts.
Damn pretty.
Big tits?
Skin shade?
Bedroom beast mode?
Nips pink like Anna's?
"Such irreverent thoughts?"
"Sorry."
Bowed head.
Guilty as charged.
She wagged her head.
Pipe to lips, deep drag.
"Fuu.."
Smoke curling up lazy.
Tobacco-ish.
Fresher vibe.
"I'm Lieselotte. Lieselotte von Oxius."
"Hans here."
"Know your name."
Rose slow.
Towering height.
I'm lanky.
She topped me by a head.
Dipped waist to meet eyes, clapped sharp.
Numbers flashed: 1/1
Two digits glued to vision since kid days.
Now shifted.
From 0/1 to 1/1.
"What the hell are these numbers?"
"What were you up to just now?"
Question with a question.
Can't spit it straight?
Ta'at!
Knuckle-rap to forehead.
Stung—tears pricked.
"Zip it on master's words or deeds."
"Sorry.."
Apologized, head low.
Did as bid: replayed recent.
Right—banging Anna.
Condom-free medieval world.
Anna wanted baby? Nah—Clara warned no creampie, but..
Sowed seed deep regardless.
"Get it now?"
"Ah.."
1/1
Clicked.
Left digit ticks up per lay.
0/1
Virgin tally.
1/1
Post-Anna bump.
Lieselotte grinned, nodded.
Nailed it.
"Slots filled. Time for magic lessons."
"Magic?!"
Voice jumped.
No way.
Magic exists here.
Class walls ironclad.
But mage cred punches through.
To elite life.
Tall order.
Talent first.
Magic tomes galore? No gift, nada.
Cashflow crucial.
Gear's pricey as hell.
"Yup, magic."
Nod-tilt, cupped my cheek one-handed.
"Got the gift. Study under me, you'll shine as mage supreme."
Mood skyrocketed.
Top-tier mage? Baller life.
Ditch daily oat slop hell.
"Teach me, please."
Dropped to knees, bowed deep.
Magic real? Pride's trash.
"Will do. No worries."
Voice pure warmth.
Melty feels.
"But one promise."
Caveat dropped.
What?
Anything.
Magic access.
Abuse escape.
Oat purgatory bye-bye.