episode_0007

[Author’s Note: I would like to inform you that a part of Episode 6 has been modified.]

It was an ordinary morning.

However, the fact that my body was tightly wrapped in bandages made it slightly more uncomfortable.

Afterwards, things began to be resolved at a rapid pace.

Yuria came in as the new maid, and it had been a few days since the incident with the slaves.

During that time, various rumors circulated. Even among the knights, it was said that I had thrown myself into obtaining just a mere maid through the steward.

“…If it were the original Ian, he would never have done such a thing.”

As far as I can remember, Ian was a scoundrel even among scoundrels.

There were no records of him being kind to the mansion’s servants, let alone treating the slaves as people. He might have even resorted to violence, nearly beating a slave to death.

Because of that, for a while, the Brittany family was rumored to be an extremely cruel place where they would cut off the limbs of slaves and hang them at the entrance to die.

Not stopping there, they continued to engage in various illegal activities, and even the inquisitorial examiner began to frequent the mansion to the point where the family’s reputation was tarnished.

Ultimately, even the compassionate Rachel developed ill feelings towards Ian, and everyone in the mansion, including his siblings, ended up being scorned by all the servants.

“But…”

Now, about one-tenth. In other words, about ten percent, I started to reconsider those thoughts and show a somewhat favorable impression.

As evidence,

[??? Johann is interested in you. Affection level returns from – to 0.]

[??? Yuse is interested in you. Affection level returns from – to 0.]

[??? Laquine is interested in you. Affection level returns from – to 0.]

[ ??? Yuria’s affection level exceeds 40.]

[Status: Affection, Concern, Possessiveness.]

Through this action, I successfully raised Yuria’s affection level to over 40.

*Knock, knock*

I hear the familiar sound of a knock.

“You may come in.”

With my permission, Yuria enters along with the steward, whose hair has turned white.

Tightly clenched fists.

Dry lips and blinking pupils.

The woman’s figure was beautiful. Unlike other maid uniforms adorned with various frills and decorations, hers seemed tailor-made to fit perfectly, accentuating her slender waist and ample bosom, with a single black dot visible through the black sheer fabric at her sternum, as if it were made just for her.

Yuria appeared before me, adorned like a piece of art. It seemed impossible for a maid to be dressed so elegantly. Thanks to Yuria’s insurmountable beauty and the slightly sophisticated touch of the butler, this collaboration was completed.

“Starting today, you’ll work as my servant, Yuria, the slave.” The title attached to her name seemed quite embarrassing, as her face blushed, making her words seem fittingly awkward, causing me to chuckle.

“Yeah. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes, I… only got a minor scratch thanks to you.”

…Only a minor scratch? My bones are nearly shattered. Indeed, one cannot ignore racial traits.

“From now on, you must bring morning greetings and meals every day, Yuria,” the butler, who seemed quite fond of Yuria, handed her notes while observing her with approval. In Ian’s surroundings, where there was no proper maid, let alone a talented 20-year-old girl who could even be the final boss, it was impossible not to look good.

Just instruct her to organize the warehouse. She quickly adapted to the job in just a few days, to the point where she could handle most of the warehouse work.

“Hmm…” From organizing the books, cleaning the statues, tending to the withered garden, learning to cook, to being able to handle breakfast without any issues, she had developed such exceptional skills that she could easily handle the workload of 20 maids alone.

“To think she adapted to this extent after just three days of losing consciousness.” I’m almost giving her a standing ovation.

However, there was something specific I needed to teach Yuria. “The one thing I’ve been obsessed with since coming to this world.” That was teaching Yuria magic. To start with… the mana breathing technique, perhaps?

It’s the perfect age to be in your early twenties with a clean physique. It’s also the time when magical powers are at their peak.

Ian, who was smiling to himself, looked at Yuria with a strange expression. “Master? Should I bring the nightwear tonight…?” His voice trembled slightly. Oh, right, you’re a sex slave. With so much going on, I momentarily forgot. In my opinion, using Yuria for her original purpose right now would be foolish. Even from a rational standpoint, if I were to approach a noblewoman with trauma at night, I might end up being found torn into three pieces the next morning. At the very least, I would undoubtedly hurt Yuria, and the affection I’ve painstakingly built up to 40 would become meaningless. Therefore, “Here, I have to push this away as much as possible.” I grabbed her shoulders, acting as mercifully noble as possible. “There’s no need for that.” However, unfortunately, it seemed that wasn’t the right answer. “…”

-Clatter. A silent shock. The butler barely caught the plate that Yuria, who had been holding it quietly, almost dropped and shattered. Yuria’s face turned cold in an instant. It was as if a girl who thought she had come to receive praise was now looking at herself silently, giving off a chilling vibe. Yuria’s eyes glaring at me with a sharp gaze felt ominous. It was as if there would be a bad ending message if things continued like this. First, to create a private space, I turned to the butler. “…Hargen, could you leave for a moment?” I ushered the butler out of the room, who had been eagerly sensing the situation by my side. That guy, was he scheming something? As I inwardly expressed feelings of hatred towards the butler who had gone outside, a voice reached me. “M-master, do you not like the idea of me bringing the nightwear…?” As Yuria cautiously raised her head to gauge my reaction, I had to maintain my poker face. “Oh, no! I mean, I definitely want you to always come out for the nightwear.” Ian hastily changed his words. His cunning demeanor made me briefly imagine Yuria smiling slyly like a wicked fox, swaying her tail. “Hmm… is that so?”

“Yes, yes! I absolutely need you. So, didn’t I protect your life at the risk of my own?”

With great effort, she turned her mind and spat out the answer from her lips.

A twitch.

The fox’s tail reacted strongly to the mention of protecting her life.

“…Th-that’s… right. I… appreciate it, Master.”

Yuria seemed flustered as she spoke in closer proximity, biting her tongue. Seeing her struggle to hide her embarrassment while covering her mouth, it was fortunate that she wasn’t yet a mature and shameless vixen.

‘If she tempts me with her chest against my pelvis…’

Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he could resist.

…

“Yuria.”

“Yes?”

Yuria, who had been cleaning the window, turned around with a puzzled expression. Until just a moment ago, for a 20-year-old girl, she had displayed an excessively composed demeanor given the late hour.

‘…It must have all been an act, or not.’

For the genius Yuria, it was a problem worth considering. An awkward atmosphere and ambiguous position. In such situations, words tend to slip out easily.

“Do you happen to be hiding something from me?”

Abruptly.

Yuria’s hand, which had been cleaning the window, stopped. Then, she gently clasped her hands together and shook her head.

Ah, there it is.

“It’s okay. I’ve already proven that I would sacrifice my life for you. What is there to fear in hiding something? Are you afraid I might get upset?”

“Oh, um… no…”

A winter fox at a loss.

I grabbed Yuria’s shoulders with both hands and made her meet my gaze. As I did, Yuria looked up at me with a bewildered expression.

“Then it’s a deal. I’ll tell you one of my secrets, so go ahead and tell me yours.”

Sudden,

the fox’s ears perked up.

Come to think of it, Yuria hesitated but then, after a moment, she set the mop aside and raised her arm. She pointed with her index finger at my nose. More precisely, at the hole through which I breathed.

“?”

As she looked down questioningly at the twitching spot, she touched it with her hand.

“A-ah.”

Blood.

Blood was flowing from my nose like that.

Was that what she had been hesitating about?

Yuria had started to take a tiny amount of blood and was restraining herself.

“…Do you want to drink blood?”

“……..”

Yuria remained silent.

For various reasons, she had many unspoken traumas, so I tried to approach her as closely as possible while being mindful of my status.

“You can honestly tell me. Don’t be so guarded. I’m actually worried. Am I burdensome or unpleasant to you?”

“….! Oh, no… it’s not… um, nothing.”

Yuria bit her lip again and tears trickled down.

She was known in the mansion as a perfect ice beauty. I couldn’t understand why she acted this way only in front of me.

When I gestured for her to come to bed, Yuria got off the chair and knelt by the bedside.

“You, you’re kind.”

“Am I?”

“But you can’t… drink blood. It hurts…”

Yuria couldn’t continue speaking. I couldn’t fathom the exact reason, but there must have been another reason.

“Do you think you can’t do it yourself?”

She nodded.

But I couldn’t leave it like that. I don’t know how much blood a vampire needs to be satisfied, but I wiped the blood flowing from her nose with my finger.

“Lick it.”

No.

“Suck it.”

Yuria, who had been quietly listening, hesitated, doubting her own ears, blinking her eyelids.

Naturally, it wasn’t licking around the nose. It was an order to lick the ‘hand’ that had become dirty from wiping it.

I felt like a lunatic. I observed the situation, worrying secretly that Yuria would resent me.

“…gulp.”

However, Yuria took my hand as if possessed and started to lick it.

It wasn’t a normal lick; she extended her pink tongue earnestly, tasting it from top to bottom. Then, she pushed my index, middle, and ring fingers into her small mouth all at once.

“G-gulp.”

Tears trickled, but she seemed to not dislike it as she continued to savor my fingers.

Having never experienced such intimacy in my entire life, aside from what I’d seen in adult videos, I couldn’t help but feel a second surge of excitement due to Yuria, who exuded such pure sensuality just with her hands.

“Phew.”

Thankfully, even after the blood disappeared from my hand, she continued to lick for a mere 5 minutes before removing my index and middle fingers from her mouth.

My hand, dripping down over my tongue and the mouth shaped like a triangle.

The gaze looking down and the extended pink tongue stimulate me.

Saliva from Yuria’s mouth stretched like a thread from my index finger, then snapped.

Heh, heh, as Yuria, now transformed with crimson eyes, became intoxicated with ecstasy, she opened her lips.

“Well, I… enjoyed it.”

Yuria. In another sense, she had a satisfied expression.