Chapter 38. The Maid's Infidelity
The Maid's Infidelity
Late afternoon.
Lucian headed to the stables to check on his prized steed, Angrus, in preparation for the expedition to Kurkan.
As one of the finest warhorses on the continent, bestowed upon him by the king, the Count made it a habit to personally inspect its condition from time to time.
"Ah—!"
Just then, a woman's sharp cry echoed from a corner of the stables.
Who dares—in my own estate?!
Lucian's crimson eyes narrowed beneath his dark brows, and he moved forward silently, muffling his footsteps.
A maid lay sprawled atop a haystack, pinned beneath a soldier who was clearly forcing himself upon her.
"N-no, please..."
But the woman in the elegant maid's uniform—
It was none other than Nancy!
Nancy, tangled up in this kind of thing again?!
He was about to storm forward when the man looming over her turned slightly, revealing a familiar back.
"Wait—isn't that my lieutenant?!"
The very same captain of the guard who had always stood steadfastly at his back on the battlefield.
He'd given the man leave, and this was how he repaid him? By assaulting his woman? And in the stables, no less?
Lucian's fists clenched. Fury boiled in his veins, but before he could charge forward, Nancy's voice stopped him cold.
"R-really, you shouldn't... If you insist on stopping, then I won't protest..."
"N-no, it's just... I'm embarrassed..."
"If we do this here... What if someone finds us...?"
Her tone was strange. Not a scream—but something far more deliberate.
"It's fine. No one ever comes to this abandoned corner."
The captain panted, sweat dripping down his face.
These damn traitors.
Lucian nearly let out a disbelieving laugh. Betrayal, from two people he'd never expected.
His lieutenant wasn't the type to betray him so easily. Had Nancy seduced him first?
But why would she?
Being the narcissist he was, Lucian couldn't fathom it.
For now, he decided to watch.
"Ah... T-there... What are you... Nngh..."
Nancy's unfamiliar, lewd expression and tone piqued the Count's curiosity.
The captain's rough hands groped over her apron, clumsily fumbling at her chest.
He struggled to peel off her blouse, fingers hunting for the clasp of her bra.
Nancy subtly arched her back to help, but he still kept missing it.
Finally, he managed to unhook it, and with a soft snap, the bra loosened—
Nancy's full, pale breasts bounced free, proudly on display.
"Whoa..."
The captain couldn't help but exhale in awe.
Hmph. Nancy's chest is certainly worthy of admiration.
With the reverence of a man beholding a sacred relic, he gingerly cupped her breasts from below.
"Ngh..."
The soft, milky flesh bore faint blue veins beneath translucent skin, and her pert pink nipples stood at attention.
As the captain kneaded them, he suddenly buried his face between them—only to bump his nose against a stiff peak.
"Oof!"
"Ah! Did that hurt?"
"N-no... Keep going..."
When he began licking, quiet moans spilled from her lips.
"Ahn...!"
Nancy threw her head back, gasping as he lavished attention on her chest.
"Ah... T-there... feels good... Ahh..."
Hmm. Is she enjoying this more than when she's with me?
"Ngh... W-we shouldn't... Hah..."
But Lucian scoffed. Her voice was dripping with feigned innocence, a stark contrast to her usual demeanor.
He knew Nancy too well. He could tell the difference between the raw, animalistic cries she let out in his bed and the fake moans she used when she just wanted to get it over with.
Nancy was inherently lazy—when things got too exhausting, she'd fake her pleasure to speed things along.
And right now, those sounds were definitely an act.
But why?
What he couldn't understand was why she was even doing this with the captain. If she wasn't truly aroused, why not just push him away?
Well, he could order her as her master, but...
Did she actually like the captain?
Meanwhile, the lieutenant's technique was so clumsy it was almost painful to watch.
Nancy was playing along, encouraging him, but from Lucian's perspective, it was just frustrating.
The man claimed to be fondling her breasts, but instead of targeting her nipples, he was just sloppily licking all over.
No, not there! Nancy likes her nipples twisted!
Lucian gritted his teeth.
Next, the captain hastily hiked up Nancy's skirt.
As her pale thighs came into view, he gulped and tugged at her panties—only for his fingers to slip, snapping the elastic against her skin.
"Ow!"
"S-sorry!"
"It's fine... Keep going..."
Nancy guided his hand between her legs.
Lucian facepalmed.
This idiot. Does he need her to spoon-feed him everything?
The captain's trembling fingers brushed over her damp folds—but instead of finding her clit, he rubbed the wrong spot entirely.
No! Higher! That little bean-shaped thing—that's the spot!
Unconsciously, Lucian clenched his fists, growing oddly agitated.
"I-I'm going to put it in now, Lady Nancy..."
"Y-yes... Be gentle..."
When the captain pulled down his underwear, Lucian gave an approving nod.
Size-wise, he passes.
The lieutenant spread Nancy's legs and thrust forward—but missed entirely, his length bumping against her lower belly and perineum instead.
Thud. Slip. Thud.
"Ah... N-not there... A little higher..."
At one point, he even struggled to push into her rear, prompting Nancy to discreetly shift her hips to guide him in.
For fuck's sake, he can't even find the hole?! Just use your hand to position it and push in!
Lucian had to physically restrain himself from storming out to demonstrate.
Ugh, even for a beginner, this is pathetic...
After several failed attempts, the captain's tip finally found its mark.
Schlick.
"Guh—!"
"Finally!"
Lucian swallowed dryly without realizing it.
Success. That bumbling fool had actually managed it.
Creak. Creak.
The captain moved his hips slowly, maintaining the same rhythm from start to finish with no variation in depth. Still, he pistoned diligently, sweat pouring down his face.
"Hah... Nancy... You feel amazing."
"M-me too... Captain..."
Nancy wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing sweet moans into his ear.
"Ngh... So tight..."
Squelch. Squelch.
"Hah... Hah..."
"..."
"..."
"Ahh—!"
Nancy's climax came a beat—no, two beats too late.
Strangely, Lucian no longer felt angry.
After witnessing that short, awkward, yet oddly endearing performance, his fury had given way to sheer exasperation and curiosity.
How the hell is this guy my second-in-command when he can barely even fuck properly?
And why would Nancy break the most important rule for a retainer maid just to be with him?
The Count had a lot to think about.
[Next Morning - Training Grounds]
The shouts of elite soldiers preparing for the expedition echoed across the field. The captain stood at the center, sternly overseeing their drills.
Following his firm, disciplined commands, the troops moved in perfect unison.
Thump.
The captain flinched as someone suddenly slung an arm over his shoulder.
For a second, he thought it might be Nancy—but when he turned, he found Count Lucian himself standing beside him.
The Count rarely got this physically close to other men outside of combat. Why the sudden camaraderie?
"M-my lord? You're here."
"Indeed. How goes the training?"
Lucian kept his arm around the man's shoulders, his tone deliberately warm.
"By the way, you haven't been troubled lately, have you? You look... exhausted."
At the word "exhausted," the captain's face went sheet-white.
Cold sweat trickled down his back as he desperately schooled his expression.
"N-no, not at all. I've just... been restless with the expedition approaching."
"Hmm. You getting nervous is rare."
"W-well, it is Kurkan we're dealing with... No matter how strong our forces are, we must prepare thoroughly."
Lucian studied him intently before chuckling and leaning in to whisper:
"If you ever need advice, you can always come to me. That's what comrades are for."
The captain swallowed hard.
"Listen closely. This is a crucial technique for real combat."
"The most important thing is to observe carefully—notice when the sounds grow louder in certain spots."
"Sound isn't the only clue. You must learn to distinguish the subtle differences in movement, color, and temperature between what's real and what's fake."
'Enemy deception tactics (fake) versus their main force (real). Observe the sway of their banners, the hue of their armor, and the heat of their campfires (temperature).'
"Even if you're in a hurry, don't just charge in blindly. Adjust your tempo based on your opponent's reactions."
"Too fast, and they'll tire out. Too slow, and they'll lose interest."
'Rash assaults are forbidden. Gauge the enemy's morale and control your pace accordingly.'
"Practice daily, without fail. You'll get better with time—and your partner will show you their true self."
The captain's eyes sparkled with realization.
"Ah...! Now I understand!"
"You're referring to the new counterattack formation you mentioned for our unit, right?"
"..."
"...Sure. Close enough."
"I'll remember this! I'll train my eyes to distinguish truth from deception!"
The captain sighed in relief. His lord hadn't figured out his secret—he was just offering tactical advice for the upcoming battle.
And if he ever truly won Nancy's heart, he vowed to kneel before Lucian and beg for forgiveness and permission.
He was prepared to stake his life on earning his lord's approval.
"Good. Keep at it. Especially your...
night training.
"
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