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40.

The royal castle where the warriors stay is a space where the queen and other royal family members live, and it was also built to perform a military role in times of emergency.

Because of this, roads that should be straight for convenience’s sake are sometimes bent and twisted so that the invading enemy wanders around without being able to find the right path.

Although normally neglected, there were spaces in every corner that were convenient for gathering and surprise attacks in case a battle broke out in the royal castle.

However, many of the devices that were originally created with a clear purpose lost their meaning, became fragmented, and were reborn as time went by and the royal family repeated simple repairs, expansions, and renovations.

For example, we can say that secret passages that were created out of necessity and then forgotten or closed because they were considered useless, and passages like holes made by those working in the royal castle for convenience, overlapped, merged, and mixed together, eventually creating a complex path like an ant cave that encompassed the entire royal castle. .

In the end, in the present, not only guests visiting the royal castle, but also the royal family who own it are only familiar with the places they usually go and use, and only a very small number of people know how to understand and use the complex structure of the royal castle as a whole.

And Rachel, the head maid in the royal castle, was one of those very few.

“Here.”

Rachel, who was ahead, spoke softly and gestured toward me as I stopped.

Although he never said the word ‘warrior’ and had no respect for him, I was told in advance that he would be spoken of in this way in case others heard it, so although it was unfamiliar to my ears, I did not find it strange.

I stopped for a moment thinking it was a dead end because it was blocked by a wall, but when I got to the end, I realized that it was cleverly hidden from view from a distance through an optical illusion and the curved corner of the passage, but in fact there was a narrow passage further connected.

Other than that, I suddenly enter a room and naturally go up the stairs in the closet to change floors, go out the window and pass through what looks like temporary scaffolding made by clumsily adding wooden planks on the outside of the building, and I follow Rachel behind. I followed.

The place where Rachel finally brought me, disguised in a servant’s attire and out of sight of anyone, was a hidden space behind a strangely wide staircase.

The colors and patterns were the same as the walls on both sides, so you wouldn’t even know it was there unless you looked closely. When I opened the door and entered, I found myself in a dark space with no lights other than the candles hanging on the wall.

It was a narrow, dark space that could easily accommodate five or six people. Half of the floor was covered with a soft mat, and on top of it, a woman was lying down with her eyes closed, making only the sound of even breathing.

The woman lying on the mat was wearing the same style of maid uniform as Rachel.

Unlike Rachel, who exuded a calm, older vibe even though she was young, she had a very young and youthful face, and it seemed like she would be lively and chatty with anyone when she woke up.

They say he looks young, but he is probably already an adult. Wangseong currently does not employ minors, so no matter what I look like or who I touch, they are all adults, so just know that.

“As I said, you can enjoy it as is or wake it up. I will take care of the cleanup. If you are thinking of collecting it, please let me know at any time.”

Rachel, who changed her tone to be more polite behind me as I climbed onto the mat, spoke calmly.

“I put you to sleep so you wouldn’t notice. But can I wake you up?”

Rachel glanced at the woman lying down out of the corner of her eye, turned to look at some tools hanging on the wall in the room, and then answered me.

“There are many ways to cover your eyes and ears. If the situation arises, your mouth may be blocked, so don’t worry.”

Rachel’s gaze passed by me as if to show me the tools on the wall, from light items that looked like eye masks, earplugs, and mouthplugs to things that were hard to imagine the purpose of until I tried them myself. There were things I could cover my eyes and ears with. It seemed that physical means were also included.

Still, covering one’s mouth probably has a different meaning from the physical one.

It felt a little creepy because he said it so casually, but I didn’t dig into it any further.

Wouldn’t it be good for your mental health to leave something to someone competent and trustworthy to do it for you and not worry about it?

“Today is my first time, so I’ll do it normally. And I have no intention of reaping anything right now.”

“Okay. Then I will step back.”

Rachel bowed her head and walked backwards out of the narrow room.

I don’t know if Rachel will join in someday, but today was my first time and I was going to do it normally, so I didn’t necessarily want to do it in front of anyone, even Rachel.

He laid down on the soft mat next to the woman and placed his hand on her face.

Rachel’s preparation seemed certain as even when her soft cheeks were touched almost to the point of pinching, she only let out a mumbling moan and showed no signs of waking up.

I felt like a real villain, using sleeping pills to abuse a sleeping woman without the world knowing.

I wonder if it’s okay for a hero to be like this, but what’s wrong with this world that gives a hero the ability to become stronger by having sex with many women? Is the problem with me trying to become stronger as the ability tells me to do?

I made such excuses in my mind and roughly took off the maid uniform.

I plan to deal with many women like this in the future, and today’s woman was, to put it bluntly, like a first test sample, so I didn’t plan on putting a lot of effort into dealing with her.

He roughly removed it so that only the breasts and the space between the legs were clearly exposed, held the woman’s legs by the ankles, spread them wide to the sides, and inserted them in the normal position.

“Kkeuuu….”

It was a waste of time to caress it with my hand, so I roughly shoved it into the dry crack where no love juice had come out, and the woman closed her eyes, frowned, and let out a painful moan.

When I pushed it all the way in and pulled it out again, there was a little blood on it.

I wondered if this woman was also a virgin, or if the ratio of virgins was so high, but considering that virgins were overflowing in the original world, it was no wonder that in the reverse world, there were overflowing virgins.

If you look at this, I’m doing something good for virgins who haven’t met a man.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind, and the little bit of guilt that remained in my heart disappeared without a trace.

If you look at it from a different perspective, wouldn’t it be a good deed since it’s like an anonymous volunteer activity that saves a virgin?

“You may not even remember, but since the warrior is accepting the virgin, know it as an honor.”

Since there was no one listening, I moved my waist vigorously while letting out sounds that I would normally be embarrassed to say.

“Hak, huh, haak, huh.”

He played with her breasts, twisting the nipples between his fingers, then tilted his upper body and kissed them.

When I stuck my tongue into the gap between the half-open front teeth and tapped the woman’s tongue, I got a flinching response. I enjoyed that weak reaction for a bit, but then I took my mouth off it.

As I touched and kissed the woman’s breasts and rocked my waist, the dry inner skin quickly became moist enough for mine to slide easily and move back and forth.

As I quickly penetrated the woman’s insides, which were moderately warm and tight to an appropriate degree, without controlling the pace, I felt as if I was going to cum at any moment, and without any restraint, I just poured it inside the woman.

“Laugh! huh! Ugh….”

The woman cried out a few times every time semen poured out inside me, but soon her body went limp with a languid moan.

I heard that sexual intercourse is actually quite an intense exercise, and I guess that’s true. Even though I finished it quickly, thinking I could handle it roughly, I felt quite exhausted, so I laid down on top of the woman’s body and caught my breath for a while before getting up.

By that time, I had finished ejaculating, and mine, which had been decreasing, slowly came out as if I had enjoyed it enough to enjoy it inside the woman.

I stood up, wiping my sweat-beading forehead with my sleeve, and suddenly felt empty, so I sat down again by the woman’s bedside.

Then, I opened the woman’s mouth, grabbed her head, pulled her between my legs, and made her bite the end of the object. A warm, moist, and soft texture enveloped mine, and the feeling of emptiness, as if something was missing, was relieved a little.

Still, it felt like it wasn’t enough, so I tried to forcefully shake the woman’s head, but the stimulation wasn’t satisfactory as she instinctively muttered her mouth.

These days, it seemed like a side effect of having to get cleaned up after ejaculating has become so common.

If this continues, will I eventually become unable to be satisfied with ordinary sex?

Suppressing the anxiety that was creeping up, I opened my mouth and spoke a little louder.

“It’s there, right? Come in.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door swung open with a faintly quiet noise and Rachel came in.