Chapter 77. The Head Maid's Invitation
The Head Maid's Invitation
On a bright spring afternoon,
The gardens of Eckhart Castle were resplendent with blooming flowers, yet the heart of Maria, sitting alone on a bench, was as bleak as winter.
"Haah..."
She let out a deep sigh and gazed up at the clear sky.
The news of Sophia's pregnancy. And the pregnancy fever spreading among the maids.
She had been the first to serve Lucian and prided herself on loving him more than anyone, yet her own womb remained silent. Moreover, Lucian had been focusing on Lady Rachel lately, visiting Maria less and less.
Have I... grown old? Have I lost my charm?
The weight of her position as head maid and the insecurity of being a woman pressed heavily on her shoulders. Her ample chest heaved with another sigh.
"Why is such a lovely head maid sighing so deeply?"
A smooth voice came from behind her.
Startled, Maria turned her head to see Gerard Blanc standing there, impeccably dressed. A nobleman and close friend of Count Lucian, visiting with his wife.
"Ah, Lord Gerard. My apologies. I was lost in thought..."
Maria hurriedly stood and bowed, but Gerard raised a hand politely to stop her.
"Please, sit. I only spoke because I feared the flowers might wilt. Though, of course, I wasn't referring to the garden's flowers... but to you, Lady Maria."
"Me...? Oh my, such flattery..."
Maria's cheeks flushed.
Gerard took a seat beside her, maintaining a respectful distance—yet his gaze lingered with quiet intensity.
"The castle has been quite lively lately, hasn't it? Lucian's boundless energy must make your duties as head maid quite taxing."
"Not at all. It's my duty."
"Such humility. But I do think Lucian can be a bit much at times. To leave someone as beautiful and refined as you buried in work—it's a shame."
Gerard's words scratched exactly where Maria itched.
The way he saw her—not as a servant, but as a woman. A tenderness she hadn't felt from Lucian in a long time.
"If I had someone like you by my side, I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off you for a second. This golden hair, that warm smile... truly enchanting."
Maria, who usually kept her hair tied up, had let it down today, weighed by her melancholy.
Gerard subtly brushed his fingers against the ends of her hair before letting go.
An unmistakable flirtation—but wrapped in compliments, just enough to be charming rather than overbearing. The sweetness of his words seeped into Maria's gloomy heart.
He's... so kind.
Her guard lowered, and a faint smile touched her lips.
After a long while of indulging Maria's mood, Gerard suddenly spoke as if remembering something.
"Ah, Lady Maria. There's... actually a favor I'd like to ask."
"A favor? If it's something I can help with..."
"My wife, Isela, has been wanting to meet you."
"Madame Blanc?"
"Yes. She's been feeling a bit under the weather lately... and was wondering if you might know any special massages or remedies to relieve fatigue. She's curious about the beauty and health secrets of the Eckhart maids."
Gerard's tone was smooth, almost too innocent.
"Oh, if that's all, I'd be happy to help."
Maria relaxed.
Had it been Gerard alone summoning her, she might have hesitated—but with his wife waiting, there was no reason for suspicion. Besides, as a maid, responding to a noblewoman's request was only natural.
"Would you come to my room for a moment? Isela should be waiting."
"Of course."
Maria rose from her seat.
Gerard escorted her like a perfect gentleman.
The two walked down the corridor toward the guest chambers.
From behind, Gerard's gaze lingered on Maria's full hips and slender waistline, watching the way her ample backside swayed beneath her maid's skirt with each step.
"Right this way."
Gerard opened the door.
The room was dim, curtains drawn, filled with a faint, heady fragrance.
"Excuse me, my lady."
The door closed behind them—the click of the lock unusually loud.
But the moment Maria stepped inside, her breath caught.
There was no ailing noblewoman resting in bed.
Instead, the room was thick with the scent of sweat and female arousal—and the raw spectacle of mating.
"Ah! Aah! Lord Lucian! S-Slower...! Aaahn!"
On the bed lay Madame Blanc, completely naked, her legs spread wide.
And between them, equally bare, was Count Lucian, thrusting into her like a beast.
"My lord!?"
Maria's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.
So it had come to this... Her lord had even laid hands on his friend's wife. And now, caught red-handed the moment her husband opened the door.
Lucian had Isela's slender legs hooked over his shoulders, her plump white hips slightly lifted from the bed, her flushed, swollen pussy greedily swallowing his massive cock with each thrust.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
"Ah! Ah! My husband—Gerard is watching! Aaahn!"
Isela didn't stop even as her husband entered. If anything, the shame and taboo only excited her further, her hips bucking more wildly against Lucian's.
His thick thighs flexed with each powerful stroke, the wet slap of skin and the lewd squelch of their joining filling the room.
"!...."
Maria squeezed her eyes shut. Any moment now, blood would be spilled. Gerard would fly into a rage, grabbing Lucian by the collar or throwing a punch.
But the expected outburst never came.
"Quite the sight."
Gerard's voice was calm—no, almost pleased.
"Lucian, she seems to be enjoying herself. Your skills are truly impressive. I've never seen my wife come undone like this."
Maria's eyes flew open.
Gerard stood with his arms crossed, watching with satisfaction as his wife was taken by another man—his closest friend, no less.
What... What is happening?!
Maria's mind went blank.
"Don't worry too much, Head Maid. My wife and I agreed to this."
"A-Agreed...?"
Lucian had paused briefly at Gerard's entrance.
Sweat-drenched, he glanced back, taking in Gerard's composed demeanor—and Maria's presence—before understanding dawned.
This bastard... He set this up.
Isela's seduction, Gerard bringing Maria here—this wasn't an accident.
It was a carefully orchestrated swap.
"Gerard, you've outdone yourself."
Lucian chuckled, still buried inside Isela.
"Apologies, Lucian. But the plan worked, didn't it? You're enjoying yourself... and the head maid is here too."
Gerard placed a hand on Maria's shoulder, smirking.
Now that Lucian had taken Isela, Gerard had every right to claim Lucian's woman in return.
"My lord!..."
Maria's face twisted with despair as she called out to Lucian.
How long had it been since his wedding? He'd entrusted her with maintaining discipline among the maids, yet here he was, rolling in bed with his friend's wife.
And while he hadn't touched her lately, he was buried deep inside another woman.
Betrayal and misery stabbed at her chest.
"Sniff..."
Tears streamed down Maria's face.
But...
She couldn't run. No—she couldn't look away.
Through her tears, her gaze was instinctively drawn to where Lucian and Isela were joined.
As if responding to Gerard's provocation, Lucian began moving again.
Schluuuurp—Squelch.
His massive cock slid almost entirely out of Isela's pussy, the swollen head catching at her entrance before plunging back in.
The glistening shaft was coated in her juices, veins bulging obscenely.
"Ah... Ah... No... Don't pull out...!"
Isela writhed desperately, and Lucian slammed back in.
Pluuush!
"Hyiiik!"
Her ample breasts jiggled wildly with the force.
Maria could see it all—the way Lucian's crimson tip parted Isela's flushed flesh, driving deep into her womb.
It's... bigger than mine?
Gerard swallowed hard, watching his wife come undone on a cock larger than his own—one that belonged to his best friend.
And beside him, Maria—a maid forced to watch her master take another woman.
The strange mix of defeat and jealousy only stoked Maria's voyeuristic arousal.
"Aaahn! Gerard! Look at me! I'm—I'm taking Lord Lucian's cock! Uuaaahn!"
Isela cried out to her husband, her moans growing lewder by the second.
The vulgarity of it sent a jolt between Maria's thighs, dampening further.
She was heartbroken, furious—yet the scene before her was too obscene, too
stimulating
.
Unable to wipe away her tears, Maria sat transfixed, watching their animalistic coupling.
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