Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: I Want to Drive You All Mad - 3
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Throughout his childhood, Jor Belda had grown up gazing at the back of his own father, Sursut Belda.
His birth mother had passed away early on, leaving his father as the only person he could rely on.
Unavoidably influenced by his father, Jor did everything in his power to become just like the family head.
However, unlike his father, Jor Belda had no talent for the sword.
No matter how hard he tried, he could never become like his father, yet he was obsessed with the idea.
The problem was that, for some reason, Jor's obsession twisted in a strange direction.
On a late night when sleep eluded him completely, Jor headed to the family head's bedroom with a question he wanted to ask.
As he wandered the corridors aimlessly, he drew closer to the bedroom and heard strange noises.
Breaths rising to the throat, on the verge of spilling over.
Listening carefully, he realized they were a woman's moans.
Even at an age ignorant of sex, excitement boiled up inside Jor.
"Hah...!"
Jor peeked through the slightly ajar door into the bedroom.
Beyond the thin canopy, he saw the silhouettes of the family head and a woman.
The sight of the man and woman tumbling on the bed together delivered a massive shock to the young boy.
To his eyes, it looked like an act of art.
From that day on, Jor completely gave up the sword.
"Scream your lungs out! You bitch!"
"Kuhk...!"
Every night, Jor would slightly open his father's bedroom door to watch the sexual acts.
Who the family head was sleeping with.
How he handled the women.
Even how he cleaned up afterward.
He learned steadily through voyeurism.
In the end, Jor grew up as a perfect replica of his father's lecherous side—a worthless bastard.
"Ssp...! Hoo! Not a single one of them is worth a damn."
After the party ended and he returned to his chambers, Jor immediately toyed with his sex slaves.
Stepping out onto the terrace from a bedroom filled with perfume and night-blooming flowers, he lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
As he exhaled the smoke, Jor reminisced about the memory that had left the deepest impression.
The shock of first witnessing his father's intercourse had certainly been great, but not lingering enough to haunt him.
"Still, that day remains unforgettable..."
It was when a stunningly beautiful woman, enough to make his heart race just by looking at her, was dragged in.
A woman with rare golden hair and blue eyes, her features chiseled like stone.
Even in her weakened state, she glared at his father with eyes full of venom.
She pushed back against the family head with her frail body, resisting to the end—like a flower with thorns.
But flowers are easily broken by human hands.
The golden-haired woman was toyed with at Sursut's whim until she breathed her last.
And for the crime of defying a noble's orders, her corpse was displayed in the central square where the estate's people gathered.
Jor had witnessed the entire process—and it thrilled him.
Even her gruesome end became an ecstatic memory for him.
"I heard she had a daughter..."
The woman who had been Jor's first love was long gone from the world.
But knowing a being similar to her remained ignited his longing.
With Sursut Belda—the object of his admiration and now an obstacle—out of the way, capturing the woman's daughter meant he could have her all to himself.
Unable to hide his excitement at the thought, Jor had ordered the killer of the family head slain and the daughter captured.
The one who had tormented Kizen and Maribel was none other than Jor.
"Years without a single update."
All contact with those pursuing the father and daughter had been cut off.
Jor half-gave up and continued his playboy ways, bedding women left and right.
But no woman satisfied his heart.
Day by day, memories of his first love bloomed vividly in his mind.
"If only I could meet that woman just once..."
Leaving the sex slave sprawled on the floor behind him, Jor stepped into the corridor.
Having worked up a sweat from the waist down, he called for a servant to bring water.
"No one's here?"
"Did you call for me, young master?"
A maid appeared from the dark end of the corridor at his summons.
Jor's eyes widened upon seeing her.
The maid before him resembled his first love.
"Y-You!"
"Pleased to meet you. Due to a shortage of hands, I'm Marina, dispatched to the Belda Viscountcy for the next five days. I look forward to serving you."
A maid temporarily transferred from another house, not part of the Belda family.
But none of that mattered to Jor.
The woman he'd longed for so desperately stood right there before him.
She seemed like the only one who could fill the void in his heart.
"So, what did you need?"
"...Forget all that. Come to my chambers right now."
Jor, consumed by lust for Marina, grabbed her arm to drag her to the bedroom.
But Marina slapped his hand away with the back of hers and shot him a cold glare.
"Don't touch me without permission. I already have a master I serve."
"Ha...!"
"You said nothing else is needed, so I'll be going."
Jor blankly watched Marina's haughty retreating figure.
Even her thorny personality matched his first love perfectly.
The realization both wounded his pride and ignited his desire to dominate.
"A different master? Then I'll just steal you away."
A sinister smile spread across Jor's face, revealing his lust.
He vowed to possess Marina by any means necessary.
The next day.
Jor approached Marina as she cleaned the corridor.
The moment he reached for her shoulder to speak—
She sensed his presence, turned, and glared at him.
"I clearly told you last night not to touch me without permission."
"Haha! I was just trying to talk to you."
"If it's not official business, don't talk to me."
Jor was already on her guard after he'd abruptly ordered her to his chambers for "service" the night before.
Under her sharp gaze, he felt a mix of embarrassment and chilling thrill.
Unlike other women, her refusal to yield easily excited him.
"The weather's nice. How about a walk in the garden?"
"I politely decline. I have work."
"Just tell the other maids."
"Are you aware I was dispatched here because some playboy wrecked the other maids' backs?"
"Haha...!"
Marina ignored Jor's advances and diligently continued cleaning.
Rejected twice already, Jor's pride stung, but he couldn't use force.
Marina wasn't a Belda maid.
Touch her carelessly, and if she turned out to be from a ducal house, he'd face backlash.
'But I won't give up.'
No matter her affiliation, win her heart and it was over.
Seduction, not rape, meant no scandals.
Especially if she chose to stay with the viscountcy willingly—it would be permanent.
The first button was sewn wrong, so from now on, he'd build goodwill and win her over somehow.
To gain her favor, he'd have to keep approaching her, even if she refused.
"Need any help?"
"No thanks. You'd just get in the way."
Day 1.
Marina maintained an iron wall, rejecting all of Jor's invitations outright.
Without even a sliver of opening, he struggled to make progress.
He even tried investigating her house for weaknesses, but it was shrouded in mystery.
In the end, Jor ended the day with nothing to show.
"Marina, check this out! You'll be surprised by what I—Whoa!"
"Pft...!"
"Hey? You just laughed, right?"
"No."
"Don't lie! You laughed!"
"Yes, I did. More like a smirk, actually."
Day 2.
No major gains today either.
But making the usually stoic Marina laugh—even once—satisfied Jor.
It was an accidental slip while offering a gift, but it worked in his favor.
Little by little, drawing out changes in her emotions like this would do the trick.
"Do you know the flower language of lilacs?"
"I do."
"Then what about the myth involving lilacs?"
"..."
"You don't? I'll tell you!"
Day 3.
For the first time, they had a conversation longer than a few words.
Marina's emotions showed a bit more color, and the mood was shifting positively.
Not quite affection yet, but Jor hadn't given up.
"Young Master Jor, time to get up. You're way past wake-up time."
"Huh? You came to wake me?"
"The head maid asked me, so I had no choice. Don't get the wrong idea."
"Still, you entered my chambers."
"This is why I said no..."
"Come on, have some tea before you go."
"You'd cling if I refused, right?"
"You know it!"
"Sigh...!"
Day 4.
Thanks to the head maid's help, they shared tea time.
Jor had carefully removed anything Marina might dislike.
He even sent away the sex slaves temporarily, showing a side far from his debauched lifestyle.
Appealing with diligence and sincerity to win her favor.
'Already the last day... If nothing works, I'll drug her and at least taste that body for one night.'
Yet his mindset remained rotten to the core.
Drug her asleep, rape her, then act like nothing happened.
And so Day 5 arrived.
Jor resolved to slip sleeping pills into Marina's food.
As he headed to the kitchen for that purpose—
"There you are. I was just about to look for you, young master."
"Huh? What's up?"
"It's short, but it's still fate. As a maid, I wanted to treat you to a dish I made."
"Wait! So that food you're holding...?"
"My homemade dish! You'll eat it, right?"
"Of course!"
Jor beamed at the thought of her cooking for him.
He craved her body, but homemade food wasn't bad either.
It might even give him a chance to spike her drink later.
Preferring no prying eyes, he led Marina to his bedroom.
"Alright, let's dig in!"
"I hope you enjoy it."
A stew that looked appetizing.
He noticed some unfamiliar greens but dismissed them as spices.
Jor scooped a big spoonful and brought it to his mouth.
And collapsed on the spot.
"Wha...?"
Before he could comprehend what happened, his consciousness plunged into darkness.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "You're really gonna do it...?"
"Of course! We've come this far. We have to ruin him completely."
"Not just satisfying your own desires?"
"Ugh...!"
"Ah! H-He's coming to!"
Jor's consciousness slowly returned to the sound of voices.
Opening his eyes again, he found himself in a secret room, limbs bound in iron chains.
There was a foreign sensation between his legs; looking down, he realized a chastity device locked his manhood.
"Mmph! Mmmph?!"
As his senses fully returned, he let out a scream-like noise.
But a gag muffled his mouth.
He thrashed his limbs to remove it, but the chains allowed no give.
Raising his head, he looked ahead to see the maid he'd lusted after—and an unfamiliar man—standing there.
"Lord Heinz, this guy's been groping me, trying to have his way."
"Puhaha! What a joke."
A black-haired man far rougher-looking than Jor.
He had his hand on Marina—no, Maribel's—waist, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"Mmmph!!"
"A guy with nothing on me dares eye my woman? Know your place."
"Mmph!"
"Exactly. I've been Lord Heinz's from the start."
Maribel suddenly yanked Heinz's face close and kissed him.
Twisting lips, tongues entwining.
Right before Jor's eyes, the two shared a passionate deep kiss, flaunting their affection.
When they parted, a sticky, translucent thread stretched between their lips.
"A kiss isn't enough, right?"
"Of course not."
"Then... Haang!!"
Maribel grabbed Heinz's wrist and pressed his hand to her breast.
Skinship she'd never allowed Jor.
Yet with Heinz, she permitted him to knead her ample chest freely, moaning in pleasure.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmmph!!"
Ignoring Jor's gaze entirely, the two embraced and caressed each other.
Dark thoughts surged—he wanted to kill Heinz and claim that beautiful body—but he was helpless.
Amid it all, Jor's manhood swelled with arousal, crushed agonizingly by the small chastity device.
"Grrrmmph!!"
"He's so noisy. Lord Heinz, I really don't want to bare my skin in front of filth like him."
"If you don't want it here, how about we enjoy ourselves messily outside the door?"
"Sounds perfect!"
Even as they left, Heinz kneaded Maribel's ass for show.
Soon after, coquettish feminine moans echoed from beyond the door.
Jor's voyeur-honed imagination conjured their intercourse in vivid fantasy, tormenting him.
A loser robbed of the woman who stirred love in him.
As his mind frayed and he collapsed, the vengeful spirits arrived.
"The young master ordered the useless parts cut away."
Deprived of his lust's source, the playboy rotted away in the secret room—a broken wreck in body and mind.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Acting in a play like this really isn't my thing..."
"I had a blast! Could we do it again? Next time, for more realism, let's actually do it!"
"Ahem!"
Heinz was at a loss for words.
One wrong word, and he'd cross an irreversible river.