Chapter 55. The Fallen Noble Maid's Preferred Positions
The Fallen Noble Maid's Preferred Positions
On an afternoon bustling with wedding preparations,
The maids, having set aside their work for a moment, gathered in the breakroom to sip strong black tea. It was a sweet respite from their labor, but their conversation soon turned to a topic far richer and more stimulating than the tea itself.
"Ugh... That was just unfair," Ari grumbled, slamming her teacup down.
"Yesterday, the Count called me in and suddenly made me ride him in cowgirl."
"Cowgirl? He rarely does that, doesn't he? What brought that on?" Nancy's eyes widened. Ari pouted.
"That's what I'm saying! He just laid there with a book in hand and told me to 'handle it myself.' So there I was, straddling him, sweating buckets while working my hips, and then—"
Ari smacked her chest indignantly.
"—while I'm dripping sweat from my ass, he finally looks up from his book and says, 'Ari, you really need to work on your hip movements. Your rhythm is too monotonous.' Can you believe that? He didn't even help, just criticized me while reading!"
"Pfft—! That's so like him."
The maids burst into laughter.
"Still, I'm jealous. I've always wanted to try cowgirl..." Ella mused, resting her chin on her hand. "But the Count always prefers taking the lead himself."
That single remark ignited the conversation.
After all, nothing cured fatigue quite like dirty talk. The maids naturally shifted the topic to their preferred positions.
Sophia, who happened to be passing by, was coaxed into joining them by Maria's insistence that she "take a short break."
"Alright, let's take a vote! What's everyone's favorite position?" Nancy took charge.
"Lady Sophia, what about you?"
"Eh? M-Me...?"
Sophia's face flushed as she hesitated before answering in a tiny voice.
"Sideways... doggy... When he holds me from behind while we're lying down... It feels the warmest..."
"Ooh~ How romantic!"
Sophia loved the comfort of the Count embracing her from behind, kissing her nape as he slowly pushed in.
"I prefer missionary variations," Maria said with a knowing smile.
"Not the plain kind—when the Count grabs my legs or thighs and presses them up toward my shoulders, then drives in deep. That weighty feeling, hitting all the way to the womb... Hoho."
"I like missionary too, but lift-and-carry!" Nancy raised her hand.
"The Count's so strong, so when he picks me up mid-air and pounds into me—it's the best. My feet don't even touch the ground, so I have to cling to him, and that just makes it even more exciting. But... lately..."
Nancy suddenly trailed off and shut her mouth.
"I still like doggy best," Ari admitted, her face reddening slightly.
"W-When he grabs my hair from behind and goes at me like an animal... It's scary but also tingly... And when he spanks me too..."
"I-seo? What about you?"
Knowing I-seo wouldn't speak up, Nancy jumped in first.
"I... Hmm... Seated facing?"
The position where they sat facing each other, embracing tightly.
"I love feeling each other's breath while deeply connected..."
When the attention turned to Riri, the youngest maid shook her head furiously, her face beet red.
"I-I don't... really know. I haven't... done much... And it's always so big..."
The others looked at her sympathetically.
"Ella, what about you?"
All eyes turned to the fallen noblewoman. Given her aristocratic background, they expected something elegant or exotic.
But what came out of Ella's mouth wasn't a position—it was something else entirely.
"I... love sucking him."
"Huh? Fellatio?"
"Not just regular sucking."
Ella's eyes gleamed. She swallowed hard before launching into a rapid-fire explanation.
"Especially standing 69! The Count stands while lifting me upside down by my waist. My head's hanging down, blood rushing, dizzy as hell—and right in front of me is his dick. He's sucking my pussy while I'm upside down, slurping on him. We've done this a lot, right? It's amazing!"
"......"
The maids' jaws dropped. Standing 69? That was a level of difficulty they'd never even imagined.
"And sometimes, in that position... I'll lightly bite his cock with my teeth or clamp my lips around him and poke my tongue right into the tip's slit. Then—bam! His ass clenches up, and he screams—you all know how fun that is, right?"
Ella gestured excitedly as she spoke.
"Oh, and reverse fellatio against the headboard is thrilling too. His cock slams deep into my throat, his balls swinging right in front of my eyes—"
"Uh, Ella...?"
Maria tried to intervene, but Ella was unstoppable.
"But lately, my favorite's something else..."
Her voice dropped, eyes gleaming.
"Morning fellatio. The sneaky kind."
"Sneaky?"
"Yeah. You know how the Count gets grumpy when he's busy in the mornings? So I check his schedule beforehand, sneak into his room at dawn..."
Ella swallowed hard again.
"...slip under the covers while he's deep asleep, stroke him until he's hard, and then suck him for twenty minutes straight. He sleeps like a corpse, but right at the end, he jolts awake and floods my mouth with cum—"
Her expression turned dreamy, lost in ecstasy.
"That just-woke-up cum... It's so thick, so rich... Almost like aged cheese. I've gotten addicted to it, so I've been sneaking in every dawn, but—"
Ella suddenly huffed.
"—lately, he's been locking the door. Hmph, as if that'll stop me. I'll just climb in through the window."
"......"
Silence filled the breakroom.
Even Nancy, who was usually the ringleader of dirty talk, had covered Riri's ears midway through.
Maria, Ari, Sophia—all of them sat slack-jawed, blinking at Ella in disbelief.
This prim and proper young noblewoman,
The dignified Lady Victoria—
They'd thought she was a tragic heroine, heartbroken over the Count's indifference...
Though no one dared say it aloud, the same thought echoed in all their minds:
Ella, youpervert!
Only I-seo, who knew her well, thought it made sense.
From that day on, the maids cut back on their dirty-talk sessions.
### [A Hasty Summons from the Royal Palace]
With the wedding just ten days away,
The atmosphere in Duke Eckhart's castle was festive. Flower garlands adorned the halls, and the banquet venue buzzed with orchestra rehearsals.
But that peace was shattered when a dust-covered royal messenger came galloping in.
"My Lord! His Majesty has sent an urgent summons!"
The letter bore the royal crest, stamped with a crimson seal—the mark of a national emergency.
Lucian tore it open to reveal the King's frantic handwriting:
[The Second Prince, Kaelus, has launched a rebellion. Though he hasn't made any immediate moves, he's gathering forces. Bring your elite troops to defend the palace at once.]
"...So it's finally happened."
Lucian's eyes sharpened. The Second Prince, who'd been colluding with Belial, had finally shown his true colors.
He crumpled the letter in his fist.
Lucian immediately sent word to Rachel that the wedding would have to be postponed.
To Rachel, it was a bolt from the blue. This was the wedding she'd waited for so long. She'd truly believed that this time, they would finally become husband and wife, happy together forever...
Suppressing the tremor in her eyes, she clasped her hands together and gazed north.
"Lord Lucian... Please come back safely. Promise me."
Preparations for departure were swift. The guard captain and Kara mobilized the elite troops.
Then, I-seo—dressed in traveling clothes—stepped in front of Lucian.
"My Lord, take me with you."
"I-seo? This is a battlefield. It's no place for you."
"I know. But... I can help."
I-seo wore a determined expression.
"I've heard the royal court houses the continent's greatest archmage. If we meet them... we might find clues to cure your condition (Mana Overload Syndrome). I can decipher ancient texts, so I can communicate with them."
"A cure, huh..."
Lucian hesitated. He'd already spoken with the court archmage several times but found no solution.
A life sustained only by holding women every night—he knew all too well how much it tormented not just him, but those he loved. If there was even a chance to cure it...
"Fine. You may come. But do not leave the palace or involve yourself in danger."
Lucian, aware of I-seo's true identity (as Seris) and abilities, judged she wouldn't just be dead weight.
But I-seo had another goal entirely.
She was searching for a forbidden biological alchemy array hidden deep beneath the royal library—a way to modify Lucian's genes if necessary, just to save him.
The time for departure arrived.
The maids and Sophia gathered at the castle gates.
"My Lord... Please be careful. Don't get hurt."
Sophia's eyes were red-rimmed as she clutched a handkerchief.
Nancy glanced between two men,
While Maria, Ari, and Riri watched Lucian with uneasy eyes.
From atop his horse, Lucian took them all in with a single look.
"I'll return safely. Guard the castle well."
At the Count's signal,
The thunder of hooves kicked up dust as the elite troops charged forth.
Beyond the castle gates, where wedding garlands still hung, the long shadow of war stretched ahead.
[Images: A series of illustrations depicting the maids gossiping, Lucian reading the royal summons, and the troops riding out toward battle.]