Work Assistance - 2
The office still pulsed with residual heat as the two of them straightened their disheveled clothes and caught their breath.
They threw the windows wide open so the breeze could pour in. Anything to cool their flushed bodies and the room a little faster.
Whenever she went out to the training grounds to encourage the knights, she would often hear the same remark.
Once a woman got a taste of a man, it was nearly impossible to climb back out.
She had scoffed at the time, calling them no better than beasts. Now she understood.
I get it now.
Beatrix had tasted for herself why a woman could become addicted to a man. Even as she told herself she had to hold back, not fall too deep, it was far from easy. Newlyweds who tumbled into bed the moment their eyes met probably weren’t this bad.
“Um… is there anything I can help you with?”
Albert asked in a carefully cautious voice.
The queen had offered herself to him, yet things were still incomplete. In this femdom world, sex started early, but the protagonist was often the one being tormented—everything from relatively light play like whipping or low-temperature candles to anal training and urethral insertion. He was vaguely curious what those might feel like, yet had no desire to experience them himself. Especially after taking Beatrix from behind this time, that conviction had only hardened.
I prefer being the one who moves my hips.
“You?”
“Yes. Even small chores—if I could be of any help.”
Beatrix tilted her head, puzzled. He was in a position where he could simply stay put and enjoy wealth and pleasure, yet he was offering help. It was a stark contrast to every other young master or wealthy man she had known.
Still not used to palace life?
He had spent a fair amount of time in the palace, but most of it unconscious. The days he had actually spent awake and aware numbered only a few. It made sense that he would still be watching for cues. She wondered what it would be like if he changed… and at the same time hoped he never would. Holding that contradictory thought, she spoke.
“For now, just stay beside me. I’ll think about it slowly.”
“Yes.”
Ah. Albert’s face showed a sudden realization. He had completely forgotten something he was morally obligated to do.
“What? Is something wrong?”
“Yes. Since Your Majesty told me to live in the palace… I should at least pay my respects to the guild master. I completely forgot.”
“No need. I’ve already spoken to her.”
“Pardon?”
“It means you don’t have to go greet her. Understood?”
“Ah… yes.”
Had she anticipated this outcome from the start, or had she simply done it without much thought? Albert had no way of knowing.
“By the way.”
If she was going to ask, now was the perfect moment. Beatrix decided the timing was good and parted her lips.
“Before you fainted, you said something. That I was a good person.”
Me?
A completely blank look crossed Albert’s face. He had been hit by a poisoned arrow then; his vision had been blurry and his head foggy. Beatrix had expected as much, so she didn’t take it to heart.
“You did. Anyway, I’m curious why you said that. It must have been your true feelings, after all.”
If she asked whether it was sincere… well, it was. He had thought that way from time to time even before. The heroine he had seen in the game had only given him chills, but reality was a little different. The policies Beatrix enacted genuinely helped people. Even while being called a tyrant, she was not decadent.
Albert spoke one by one of the things he had felt not with his eyes but with his skin.
“Your Majesty truly governs the country well. The terrifying impression is simply so strong that it hides everything else.”
Just looking at the delicate way she adjusted taxes and tariffs according to the times showed she was a capable person. As Albert spoke his impressions without filter, Beatrix’s cheeks flushed. Since ascending the throne, she could not remember ever being praised.
In her childhood there had been those who freely called her brilliant or excellent. Corrupt nobles and officials. The more she learned of reality, the more anger piled up in her chest until it finally exploded—the very moment her parents died and she became queen.
People sometimes flattered her, saying it was an honor to live under Her Majesty’s excellent reign, but every one of them wore fearful eyes. And beneath the flattery lay the black desire to gain something. They tried to hide it, but it always showed.
But he is sincere…
He had grown up in an environment where it would have been easiest to resent someone. How could he say such pretty things? An unsolvable question brushed through Beatrix’s mind.
“I understand, so let’s drop this topic.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to handle the next state affairs. Stay beside me the whole time.”
He looked young, yet he was a proper adult man. And she herself felt strange for revealing this unfamiliar obsession toward him. Even so, she had no intention of correcting it. She simply wanted to keep him close and watch him. The fateful meeting people sometimes spoke of—Beatrix was certain this was exactly that.
“Pardon? Then I’ll end up seeing state secrets and the like… are you sure that’s all right?”
“It’s fine.”
If she herself said it was fine, what could he do? Albert nodded with a dazed expression.
I’m basically a buff totem.
A totem that brought beneficial effects within a certain radius. Albert felt as though he had become exactly that.
For example, when she summoned the finance official who managed the nation’s money.
“This document… who submitted it?”
“Yes. From the Ministry of Finance…”
“I don’t need the name. Drag him out and cut his head off at once.”
“Pardon?”
“He’s cleverly trying to set up an embezzlement scheme. Skimming a coin or two out in the provinces is one thing, but I won’t tolerate this kind of crap under my nose. Taxes must be used efficiently, with as little waste as possible.”
Wanting to look good in front of Albert, she ordered the execution with more enthusiasm than usual. The finance official’s eyes went round and he opened his mouth to speak—
“Are you in on this too?”
“What?! Abso—absolutely not!”
“But you were trying to protect the one who submitted this document.”
Beatrix tapped the papers with a finger as she spoke, and the man tucked his tail and withdrew. Today, once again, someone vanished as dew on the execution ground.
“Was he really trying to embezzle?”
Albert, who had been sitting quietly in his place, asked a single question, and Beatrix answered.
“Mm. Look carefully here.”
Wanting to show off her competence, she began explaining kindly. Pointing to every sentence and number written on the documents so he could read the hidden meaning. Without meaning to, he was learning a portion of the art of kingship.
“If you put it all together, you can tell this bastard intended to embezzle.”
“Couldn’t it have been a mistake?”
“If it were a mistake, the structure of the policy would be different. For instance, this part…”
Even when Albert asked light questions, she provided thorough grounds. It was enough to make a listener’s head explode. Albert’s eyes took on a dazed, almost possessed light.
“Wow… how do you know all of this, Your Majesty?”
“Just. I came to know it naturally. Most people find it hard to understand. It’s not impossible, but training someone to this level takes time.”
Beatrix shrugged with an expressionless face. Her tone and expression were thoroughly indifferent, yet inside she felt extremely good. Being praised by the man she was gradually opening her heart to brought a special joy.
“Don’t you provide education so people can understand these meanings?”
“It takes too long; it’s annoying. And if you educate them to have this kind of vision, it becomes that much more troublesome to see through them.”
There was knowledge that should be widely shared and knowledge that should be monopolized. This belonged to the latter. That was Beatrix’s conclusion.
No wonder she became a tyrant.
Explaining everything point by point, or educating people to her own level, was bothersome. And dangerous. In that case, it was far more efficient to handle things with her own hands. Treating human lives like insects was frightening, yet it was not without reason. Albert newly felt that a tyrant had every reason to act like a tyrant.
“I’m tired.”
The moment she finished the last document, the queen began to whine. Perhaps because she had talked more than usual, she seemed a little drained.
This never used to happen… is this because of him too?
The excessively enthusiastic attitude she had shown earlier as well. Beatrix was flustered by her own behavior, yet she did not let it show on the surface.
“You’ve worked hard. Is today’s work finished?”
“Mm. We can go to the room. Starting today you’ll be living in my chambers, so come with me. I’ve already ordered all your belongings moved.”
The news that his things had already been moved should have been enough to fluster him, yet Albert’s voice remained calm throughout.
“Ah… then let’s go straight to the room. I’ll give you a reward.”
“A reward?”
At the word “reward,” Beatrix’s eyes sparkled. She wanted to confirm what that reward was right away. She seized Albert’s hand and hurried out of the office. Her steps were quick, revealing her impatient nature in the rough grip.
“What is the reward? Give it to me quickly.”
The moment they entered the bedroom, Beatrix urged him, and Albert smiled.
“First, lie face-down on the bed.”
“On the bed?”
Was he planning to have sex? Beatrix tilted her head yet obediently lay face-down on the bed.
Sex… wouldn’t be bad either. Men are generally passive when it comes to relations, after all.
When Albert climbed onto her lower back, that expectation only grew. She still wondered why sex would be a reward, but there was no harm in it. Actively joining their bodies was something she herself desperately wanted.
“When you’re tired, if you knead the whole body like this…”
As Albert began carefully massaging from her shoulders, a strange sense of deflation washed over Beatrix.
“Ah… nn…”
Yet it felt so good that she naturally surrendered her body. It was different from the happiness gained by joining their bodies. A man carefully massaging her entire body, trying to ease her fatigue. This was the sort of thing that only happened in fantasies—a wife carefully relieving the fatigue of a husband who had come home from work. In this world it would be the reverse, of course, but in a world without gender reversal…
Wow… this is driving me crazy.
Meanwhile, Albert himself was getting aroused as he carefully massaged Beatrix. Even her firm, smooth back alone was attractive, but the large breasts squashed against the bed and the ass that looked ready to tear her dress were extremely stimulating.
She said I could do it whenever I wanted, right?
He couldn’t exactly do it out in the open, but in a situation like this, wouldn’t it be fine? Albert withdrew the hands that had been kneading her waist and pressed his lower body against her large ass. His cock, swollen enough to burst his pants, began rubbing along the cleft of her buttocks.
“Eut…!”
Yes. There it was. The moment the cock hidden beneath his pants touched her ass, Beatrix felt a sharp tingle race through her entire body. At the same time, her lower belly, full of seed, grew hot.
Yet he only rubbed gently; there was no sensation of him lifting her skirt. Albert showed no sign of taking off his pants either.
I want it.
In heat, Beatrix unconsciously lifted her hips a little and even swayed her ass side to side. It was a shy yet blatant gesture of seducing a male. The swaying ass lightly brushed Albert’s cock again and again, enough to make his eyes roll back. He desperately wanted to bury himself inside her right that instant, yet he held back. Instead he slowly crawled on his knees across the bed and brought his lips to Beatrix’s ear.
“Let’s go to the bathroom.”
The bathroom. Beatrix realized what he meant and slowly nodded. She would strip quickly and head to the bathroom. In the mind of Beatrix, who was halfway to becoming a beast, there was only that single thought.