Chapter 39. The Head Maid and NTR (1)
The Head Maid and NTR (1)
After the stable incident, Nancy and the Captain of the Guard's secret trysts became increasingly frequent.
At first, they met in secluded places like warehouses or the forest, but their boldness grew with each passing day.
And today, taking advantage of the Count's absence, they had even dared to invade his office.
The Captain had hesitated, but Nancy had been the more eager one.
"Nancy... This is too dangerous. We don't know when His Lordship might return..."
"The Count said he had important business in the neighboring territory today. Besides... doing it here makes it even more thrilling, doesn't it?"
No sooner had Nancy spoken than the Captain pulled her into a deep kiss.
The man who had once been as unyielding as stone had become a reckless moth drawn to flame after learning the taste of love.
As the saying goes, a thief who learns late stays up all night—the Captain was so utterly smitten with Nancy that he now dared to ravish her atop his superior's mahogany desk.
He lifted Nancy onto the heavy desk, her maid's skirt riding up her thighs as he pressed between her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Haah... Nancy..."
"Mmm... Captain..."
His rough, calloused hands caressed her breasts—clumsy yet burning with desire. Unlike Count Lucian's skilled, commanding touch, his fingers were tentative, as if afraid she might break. That very hesitation sent a shiver down Nancy's spine.
Leaning back, she gazed down at him as he buried his face between her breasts, his tongue tracing feverish paths across her skin.
This stoic man, panting and desperate for her.
She stroked his hair, letting out a soft, wet moan.
"Ah... That's good... A little harder..."
"Like this? Does it hurt?"
"No... It's perfect... Haaah..."
When the Captain rubbed her through her damp panties, Nancy's hips jerked upward. The thrill of their forbidden location only heightened the pleasure.
Then—
Nancy's half-lidded eyes, hazy with lust, flickered toward the velvet curtains draped across the opposite wall.
"......!!"
Her pupils dilated.
The edge of the curtain trembled slightly—not from any breeze.
Through the gap, a pair of crimson eyes glowed in the darkness.
The Count!
He was there.
Despite having left the territory that morning, he had somehow been hiding behind those curtains, watching everything unfold.
Nancy's body froze in an instant.
Her blood ran cold. They'd been caught—in the worst possible place, with the worst possible person.
"Nancy? What's wrong?"
The Captain lifted his head in confusion as her body stiffened. He hadn't noticed the curtain behind him.
"Can we... keep going?"
He leaned in for another kiss, but Nancy frantically pushed him away.
"I-I'm sorry... Captain."
"Huh?"
"I... suddenly don't feel well. My stomach's churning..."
Sweating cold, she hastily straightened her clothes.
"Let's stop here. I need to rest. Please, you go first."
"Ah... I must have pushed you too far. Forgive me."
Flustered, he helped adjust her dress, apologizing profusely under the mistaken belief that his inexperience had hurt her. Then, with awkward steps, he left the room.
Click.
The door shut, leaving Nancy alone in the vast office.
No—not alone.
She stared at the curtain, barely able to breathe.
Her heart threatened to burst from her chest. Any moment now, Lucian would storm out, roaring, "How dare you defile my office!" before forcing her and the Captain to their knees.
But...
The curtain didn't stir.
Those crimson eyes remained fixed on her, yet no words came. No movement.
Only suffocating silence.
Why... Why isn't he coming out? Is he too furious to speak?
Nancy couldn't take it anymore.
She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but no sound emerged.
In the end, she chose to flee.
"Sob... Count... This is your fault..."
Muttering words too quiet to hear, she flung open the door and ran. Another escape.
Back in her room, Nancy buried herself under the blankets, her mind spinning with a thousand thoughts.
What's going to happen to me now? Will I be thrown out? And the Captain—will he even survive?
Ah... If only the Count had cherished me a little more...
But the next day passed. Then the next. Nothing happened.
The Captain continued his duties as usual, and Lucian carried on with his work as if nothing had occurred.
The only change was that Lucian no longer summoned Nancy to his chambers.
Her anxiety only grew. She almost wished he would just yell at her.
Days later, Nancy mustered her courage and approached Lucian in the garden where he sat alone.
"Count..."
"... You've come."
He closed the book he was reading and looked at her. His gaze was calm.
"Why... are you letting me stay like this?"
Unable to bear the suffocating tension, she finally asked.
"You saw me... with the Captain... So why haven't you punished me?"
Lucian was silent for a long moment before offering a faint smile.
"Nancy," he said softly, "I trust you."
[The Following Afternoon]
"Impressive, isn't it? From the outside, this space is completely invisible. I had to focus intensely to cast the spell perfectly."
Lucian's proud remark went unheard by Maria.
"Oh my!"
Maria clapped a hand over her mouth, unable to believe the scene before her.
"Wait—isn't that Nancy? And that's the Captain of the Guard, isn't it?"
"They're having an affair, it seems."
"Oh dear, what do we do?"
"Count, please forgive Nancy. She's... always been too open-hearted..."
"Don't worry about that. Just focus on the show."
[Mirror Barrier]
In the corner of Nancy's room, right beside her bed, a transparent magical dome shimmered like a VIP theater booth.
Inside, a large white beanbag chair sat in the center, where Lucian lounged with his legs spread. Nestled between them, her back pressed against his chest, was Maria, the head maid.
"Oh my, oh my...!"
Maria fidgeted, covering her mouth in shock.
She was convinced this had to be a dream.
Right in front of them—so close she could reach out and touch it—Nancy writhed on the bed, her arms wrapped around the Captain's neck.
"Nancy... You're so beautiful..."
"Mmm... Hah... Captain..."
The Captain's rough panting and Nancy's high-pitched moans reached them unfiltered. Though their own sounds were contained, the raw scene before them played out in vivid clarity, like front-row seats to a scandalous play.
The Captain fumbled with Nancy's maid uniform, nearly tearing the buttons off in his haste, while Nancy squirmed beneath him, equal parts bashful and eager.
To think she was witnessing a fellow maid—one who served the Count—giving herself so shamelessly to another man...
Maria's jaw hung open as she clutched her pounding chest, staring dumbfounded.
Lucian, too, watched with keen interest, though his focus was less on sight and more on scent and touch.
He buried his nose in Maria's hair, inhaling deeply.
Mmm... Hnn...
"......!"
Maria flinched as his breath brushed her scalp.
She always carried a strangely comforting fragrance—like sun-dried bedsheets or warm milk soap. A scent that, over the years, had softened Lucian's sharp edges like a mother's embrace.
That familiar, intimate aroma now mingled with the voyeuristic thrill, creating an oddly soothing tension.
Lucian trailed his nose down to the nape of her neck.
Beneath her pinned-up hair, her pale skin was dotted with fine baby hairs. He nuzzled there, then flicked his tongue lightly.
"Mm...!"
Maria's shoulders jerked.
On the bed, the Captain finally tugged off Nancy's top, exposing her bare skin. He kissed her hungrily, kneading her breast with one hand.
"Ahhn—!"
The Captain's skills had clearly improved—Nancy's body responded eagerly.
Watching them, Lucian's hands moved reflexively.
He reached behind Maria, deftly unhooking her bra.
Snap.
The pink lace loosened, freeing her ample breasts as they bounced with relief.
Lucian parted the front of her maid dress.
"Ah...!"
His gaze dropped.
Below him, Maria's collarbones formed deep hollows, her skin quivering with tension. Further down, the overflowing curves of her breasts spilled past the cups of her bra—soft, pale flesh, still firm despite her late twenties.
He cupped one in his hand, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh like dough.
"Maria... Feel it too."
His thumb found her nipple, already stiff from the visual stimulation. The rosy areola puckered with goosebumps.
"Nngh...!"
Maria couldn't resist his touch.
In front of her, the Captain groped Nancy. Behind her, the Count groped her.
It was like looking into a mirror.
"Ah! Ah...!"
Empathizing too deeply with Nancy, Maria moaned each time Lucian pinched her nipple, as if she were the one being pleasured.
"Hah... Hah..."
So absorbed in the raw coupling before her, Maria barely registered Lucian's hands on her body.
No—she was too
accustomed to his touch. Her body was moaning on its own.
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