The Widow of the Alekgot Barony (1)
"We're almost there now. Just turn right up ahead."
Lydia pointed out the window of the carriage. I was on my way to her house, figuring I'd offer some polite greetings and maybe score a good meal. She'd insisted I stay the night, but that would just burden her mother, so I planned to head home and sleep there no matter how late it got.
I'd already told Melissa on my way out of the academy that I'd be visiting Lydia's place. 'You slept with Angelina too, didn't you?' It had taken some effort to calm her down from her furious rant.
In any case, the carriage soon pulled up to the estate. House Alekgot, barony. The building had a more antique air than the other mansions in the capital, as if proclaiming its centuries-old lineage. I felt a sudden reverence, cleared my throat, and straightened my clothes.
"Thank you so much for coming."
Lady Rose Mary, the baroness, came out to greet us with a bright smile, accompanied by her retainers. I'd seen her once before, but her neatly pinned-up hair, slender face, and sharp nose were striking. From a family that had produced four queens, she embodied the classic beauty favored by kings. The gentle smile playing on her lips was endlessly soft. One might think she didn't know the meaning of anger. Her kind expression made it hard to imagine her ever scolding a subordinate.
"I didn't have time to prepare a proper gift on such short notice. It's not much, but please accept it."
I handed over the box of expensive wine I'd bought on the way.
"You didn't need to bring anything at all."
The baroness took the ribbon-wrapped box and led me inside. For a while, we wandered the spacious house, admiring artworks, heirlooms, and portraits of her ancestors. Like the dignified, elegant lady herself—who seemed to have received an excellent education from childhood—the home exuded refinement. The atmosphere was so solemn and reverent that even my footsteps felt intrusive; I stepped carefully with each one.
It was surprising that Lydia had grown up in a place like this. She didn't take after her mother at all. There was something lecherous and middle-aged about her, rough around the edges—she must take after her father.
Lydia's father had passed away, so I could only meet him through his portrait. Swordmaster Vincent.
'Thanks for the great meal. Appreciate it.' I offered silent thanks in my mind and followed the baroness to the next spot. For some reason, Vincent seemed to be glaring from the portrait, as if sulkily shouting, 'No way you're getting my daughter!' like a craftsman refusing to hand over his work.
"Please, help yourselves."
"Yes, ma'am."
At the dinner table laden with every delicacy imaginable, she introduced me to her retainers one by one. Among them, a knight named Sanchez stood out as the family's top swordsman. He took great pride in having learned directly from Lydia's father.
"I'll dedicate my life to House Alekgot until my dying breath."
I couldn't judge his skill from the dinner table, but his sturdy build and fierce gaze suggested he was no slouch.
"I hope the dishes suit your taste."
"They're delicious. I need to eat more."
The candlelight enhanced the baroness's refined, elegant beauty. Watching her lips curve into a small smile made me think she was the epitome of femininity. Even without any overt sensuality, her soft speech, graceful movements, and poised beauty evoked the image of a pure, pristine flower in shades of white and pink—subtly arousing in its nobility. Well, not that I harbored any strange feelings for her. Just an impression.
I shoved those thoughts aside and focused on devouring the food.
"I'm glad you like it. Try this too—it's supposed to be good for a man's body."
"Thank you."
"Our assistant professor needs to eat a ton of oysters! Pile them all on him!"
Lydia's occasional outbursts during the meal threw me off sometimes, but they drew laughs from everyone, making the dinner more enjoyable than I'd expected.
One thing nagged at me, though: the young maid named Site. She'd attended the baroness throughout the meal, but the way the lady looked at her—every gesture, glance, and motion—wasn't how one treated a servant.
'No way...'
It couldn't be anything else. That was the only oddity; otherwise, the meal ended pleasantly.
"Ahhh...! Ungh! Ah! Ah!"
During a break after dinner, we slipped into Lydia's room for some sex. Straddling me on the bed, she rocked her hips lewdly. I reached up and kneaded her modestly perky breasts with pleasure.
Squelch, squelch.
Having picked stamina-boosting foods at dinner, my cock felt harder than usual, the pleasure sharper. Her inner walls clung to me without a gap, squeezing fiercely.
"Gonna head out soon since I've eaten."
"No, don't go. Haaang, huh, hng!"
"If I stay over, your mom has to fuss over me. Don't wanna burden her."
"It's fine."
Lydia had taken off her wig during sex. Since her burn scars vanished, her hair had grown back short and stubbly, like a monk's.
"I need to talk to you seriously, Professor. You gotta hear me out."
"About what?"
"Didn't you notice something at dinner?"
"Like what?"
"Mom and the maid. Aaah...! Ungh! Hing, hiiing!"
Lydia shuddered through her orgasm, so I seized the moment, flipped positions, and pounded her pussy until I came right away.
We lay side by side, sucking on each other's lips, savoring the afterglow. Then we picked up the conversation.
"It was last winter. I passed by Mom's room at dawn and heard moans. Curious, I cracked the door... and there they were, Mom and Site, grinding their pussies together. I was shocked. Totally floored."
"What'd you do?"
"Panicked and quietly closed it. Thinking it over, I figured Mom must be lonely since Dad died. I decided to let it slide and forgot about it."
Just as I'd sensed at dinner. The baroness's way with her maid had seemed off, and here was the reason.
"Good call. Leave them be. Starting over with a new man would draw eyes from society and retainers. She probably picked her attendant as a substitute."
"Yeah, I think so. Can't openly date a guy, so she's sneaking around with a girl."
Who'd have thought that refined, elegant lady indulged in secret lesbian trysts? Amazing and surprising. People really aren't what they seem.
Lydia lifted her head to look down at me.
"But I don't like it. Women feel the best with a real dick. Site doesn't have one—what fun is that? Mom's definitely not getting proper pleasure."
"Maybe they're in love? Emotional satisfaction might trump the physical."
"Nah. I grilled Site about it. She's straight—only does it with Mom 'cause she's scared of what'll happen if she refuses."
"Forced? She hates it but goes along?"
"That's what she says. And lately, the knights are raging about hunting down maids into lesbian shit. That's why I'm asking you for help."
"Help how?"
Lydia grinned innocently.
"Fuck Mom tonight. Remind her how good cock tastes."
I was floored by her casual bombshell. What the hell? Are you nuts?
I shot her down right there.
"Hyaap! Ha!"
Thwack! Crack!
"Hup!"
Thud!
"Whew! That's enough for now. Any longer, and it'd be rude to our guest from House Alekgot."
"Perfect timing—ends on a high note. Fun."
In the estate's training grounds, I set down my wooden sword and wiped sweat from my brow. Right after leaving Lydia's room, Sanchez had shown up, asking for a spar to learn from me. Hard to refuse a host's request, and curious about his skill, we'd come here. We'd just finished a light bout with bokken.
"Damn, that was impressive. Heroes really are on another level. You look young, but your swordplay's calmly precise beyond your years. If we'd gone all out, I'd have lost."
"You're too kind. To me, Sir Sanchez seems the superior one."
"Hahaha, praise from the hero himself—makes my day."
Sanchez was a high-ranking knight but not stiff—seemed like a good guy. We got along well, so after the spar, we shared tea and chatted.
As he regaled me with fun stories, his face suddenly darkened.
"Lately, I found a double-ended dildo shaped like a cock in the maids' trash. So worn it crumbled at a touch. Must've tossed it when it broke."
He clenched his fist, trembling.
"To think such depraved lesbians are defiling this storied house...! When I find them, they won't get off easy. The late Lord Vincent would rise from his grave. Starting tomorrow, I'll interrogate every maid and search every room to root them out."
I swallowed quietly.
"What'll you do if you find those two?"
"Rip their cunts wide open on the spot. If word gets out, the temple folk will come calling, branding us irreverent—endangering the whole house. Oh damn, why'd I tell you, Sir Naru? Heh. Truth is, I'm letting the hero know just in case. If it happens, protect us, yeah? You saved our Lydia from despair, after all."
Gulp.
As Sanchez rambled on, thrilled, I recalled Lydia's words.
'Who knows? Maybe Mom realizes she prefers cock over pussy.'
'Don't worry about getting caught. Site and I will cover Mom's eyes. Just sneak in quiet—no noise, no problem.'
Hmm. Sanchez seemed the type to follow through. Better help before House Alekgot faced scandal. Helping the house meant helping my student Lydia.
'For her emotional stability...' Unstable home life messes with academy too. No choice. I'd grant her request.
"Let's pretend we don't see each other from now on!"
"Sure. See you around."
I parted with Sanchez and headed to Lydia. Walking the hall, the baroness's face flickered in my mind, candlelit from dinner. Nobility hiding desire... Imagining that beauty enlightened already made my pants feel heavy.