Chapter 178 – The Baron’S Play (5)
179. The Baron’s Play (5)
Stella’s attempts to force me under her thumb were handled well by Trisha. It seemed that, as she said, some words had been exchanged during a family dinner.
And by hypnotizing one of the Baron’s people, I also found out why Stella was holed up in the mansion.
Why, as I heard at the convent, Stella had a conflict with a commoner bourgeois family (the Berkeley family that Daren kept mentioning seems to be this family).
According to the hypnotized man, she had slapped the eldest son of the Berkeley family hard when he made a pass at her. Naturally, the Berkeleys were furious and, saying they didn’t need the Count’s mediation, they refused to provide funds, throwing a fit.
The money-hungry Baron, trying to appease them, sent Stella to the convent, and as I saw before, she returned to the barony to persuade her father. She didn’t return to the convent even while I was walking the Saintess with a dog leash… It seems Stella had begged the Baron to pretend she wasn’t there.
In other words, the Berkeleys still think Stella is being punished at the convent.
Daren’s fiancée story also stems from this.
After that incident, a political marriage was arranged to strengthen the relationship between the two families, and as a result, the eldest son, Daren, became engaged to a daughter of the Berkeley family.
It was a common story.
Anyway… After that, I worked as a servant for Lady Trisha for a few days.
Although she gave me a lot of leeway, it didn’t change the intensity of the work. It was also natural, considering I was no longer that frail body.
I did all sorts of odd jobs, basically doing the heavy lifting like other maids, polishing silverware or moving things in the warehouse.
Since I was at the bottom of the hierarchy, I often had to polish the family’s carriage while sweating profusely, in addition to what Trisha ordered. I also learned how to feed and care for the horses in the stable. As an aside, I tried clapping at the horses just in case, but they just stared at me with wide eyes, and hypnosis didn’t work.
I guess it doesn’t work on animals.
There was also Lady Trisha’s private garden, where I assisted the gardener. My job wasn’t the main work, but mostly dealing with weeds. Every time I finished work, a maid would bring me cool water, saying I had worked hard, and it didn’t feel too bad.
People need to work, after all.
Of course, it’s not like I’m really enjoying the labor. Like Stella’s story, I’ve spent the last few days figuring out the circumstances of the Baron’s family for my own amusement.
“Put everything except the ones on the left in the general warehouse.”
“Yes, I understand.”
I was currently unloading supplies coming into the Count’s estate. It felt a bit strange to be doing manual labor even in this other world, but after using my strength for a while, I heard footsteps coming from the direction of the mansion.
Holding a large box, I turned my head to see Lady Trisha, accompanied by maids, walking gracefully through the yard. She was holding a parasol with elegant rose lace, probably taking a stroll in her private garden. It was a place she often visited.
Since we weren’t far apart, our eyes met in the air, and I bowed my head first.
“Ah… Madam.”
“You were working here. How are you doing? Are you well?”
“Yes. Thanks to your noble grace… I am living each day with gratitude.”
I was sweating profusely, but I looked at the Baroness with a pure, beaming smile.
It was a continuation of when I had grabbed her hand last time.
I focused my gaze solely on Trisha, sending her a deep look of affection. Even if nobles could be objects of admiration, it was rare to see someone look up to them so softly with such a relaxed gaze.
Moreover, my tense forearms were twitching slightly as I held the box, revealing their presence…
The maids behind the Baroness blushed without realizing it at this strange atmosphere.
“…………Well then.”
Trisha naturally covered her mouth with the fan she was holding, then went on her way.
…………
On the surface, Lady Trisha was the only one I could trust in this vast mansion, so it wasn’t strange to show her affection.
Of course, if I were to express affection mindlessly, even she would be burdened, so I sometimes showed myself restraining. The point here wasn’t to restrain my emotions, but to ‘show’ that I was restraining them.
Unless the other person hated me extremely, there would be few who would dislike having goodwill.
The reason I went this far was because I didn’t want to mess with the Baroness’s emotions with hypnosis.
It felt like it would be very delicious to pluck the fruit called Trisha in her right mind. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon for nobles to have affairs or play with their subordinates.
It was a bit of a far cry from her chaste nature, though…
Anyway, I started spending more time near the Baroness. Sometimes, when she went to the drawing room or the garden, I would personally attend to her. Perhaps because she had only had maids as subordinates until now (excluding the old ones), she seemed to find my conversations refreshing.
The maids who attended to Lady Trisha would look at me strangely whenever I was called out from the waiting room, probably imagining strange things as they matched the beautiful Baroness with my sturdy physique.
In reality, I was noticeably blushing and constantly gesturing to Trisha.
‘You are the only one for me, Madam…! I will rely only on you!’
‘I will do anything I can to help, so please order me as you wish.’
I would casually blurt out words that could momentarily captivate her.
Sometimes she seemed burdened by my words, but she didn’t seem to dislike it, and I thought I could quickly start playing with fire… but it wasn’t so.
Trisha also seemed to have read more than just ordinary affection in my face.
She didn’t mention it, but she didn’t try to get any closer to me either.
For example, if I asked with a pure expression, ‘Ah, Madam. Shall I massage your shoulders?’, she would close her lips slightly and then say, ‘No… I’m not stiff and I’m fine. I appreciate the thought,’ refusing any physical contact.
Other noble ladies might have been tempted to enjoy themselves with me, but even though Trisha gave me plenty of room to enjoy, she didn’t go any further once she reached a certain point, drawing a parallel line.
In modern times, she would have taken me as a young man taking health supplements and chewed me up.
Is it different from the concept of being a sex partner to a landlord of a studio apartment?
Perhaps it wasn’t a matter of the times, but of Trisha’s personality.
‘A chaste noble lady… I guess. She seems a bit lonely, but she’s keeping her distance.’
I thought as I finished unloading.
If I secretly summoned a crystal ball at night and observed, I could also figure out the Baron’s marital relationship.
In the few days I watched with the crystal ball, the Baron had only entered the marital bedroom once. Even then, he just fell asleep, and didn’t seem to have any intention of enjoying his voluptuous wife.
Of course, it wasn’t because Baron Rosikesta was impotent, but because he was having so many affairs that he was already doing a lot of fucking.
He sometimes touched the maids in the mansion during the day, and also enjoyed commoner women outside.
No matter how beautiful a wife is, her charm diminishes once you get used to her.
Moreover, there was no reason not to do it when he had the power to enjoy other women. In the first place, Lady Trisha was also from a commoner background, so the Baron didn’t need to be mindful of her family.
And these days, he was also promoting business with the Berkeley family… If he held small banquets and drank with his partners, it was hard to return to the bedroom properly.
It could be said to be the life of a typical patriarchal power holder.
Because of that, Trisha’s figure, sleeping alone in a large bedroom with a large bed, looked very lonely and desolate.
Come to think of it, the reason she enjoyed talking with me and the maids so much might have been a way to relieve her loneliness. I heard that she had regular gatherings with other noble ladies… but other than that, she didn’t seem to have any other enjoyable pastimes.
Even with these indicators, the fact that she refused physical contact with me could only be described as a truly virtuous woman.
‘Living like a virtuous lady is respectable, but it wouldn’t be fun if it ended like this.’
It’s special to make someone corrupt themselves.
Make them corrupt themselves.
With Cecilia, I was acting like a pure innocent, so I did perverted things like secretly stroking my dick while she was washing me… but that didn’t mean I had to act as passively as before. In the first place, that kind of play didn’t suit my body, so I had to change the situation.
I just had to show honest passion and sincerity, befitting my age.
While looking around for a good excuse, I saw another woman leaving the mansion. She was also a maid who served the Baroness like me, and she was walking towards one place with large laundry baskets in both hands.
A small building not far from the mansion.
Commoners like us would go down the hill and use the surrounding waterways, but the Baron’s family had a separate laundry room where they could wash the laundry of the mansion’s people.
I had been there before, and there were many large amounts of water and water containers inside. They could either hand-wash everything or, in the case of delicate fabrics, soak them in soapy water in the containers and wash them clean.
There was a space for drying, and a ventilation system that could be adjusted, so it wasn’t too humid, making indoor drying possible. It was a useful facility.
Looking at the laundry basket the maid was holding with half-closed eyes, I could see dresses and small pieces of cloth, presumably underwear, that Trisha had worn.
“Ah…!”
That’s right, there was a classic method.
Whether in reality or fiction, there was a classic method that could simultaneously stimulate a person’s lust and heart. I slowly approached the maid and greeted her.
“Hello, Miss Margaret. Are you going to do the laundry now?”
“Ah, it’s Raul. Yes. I’m going to wash the clothes of the Madam… Oh my? It’s not good to be interested in this~”
“…It’s not like that. By the way, do you all usually take the laundry at this time? After the afternoon work is done?”
“Uh-huh. Not necessarily.”
When I asked with a curious expression, she smiled and briefly satisfied my curiosity.
In the case of the Baron and Daren, who often had outside activities, the maids in charge would do the laundry all at once late at night. Therefore, at this quiet dusk time when there were few people around, they only did the laundry of Lady Trisha.
It seemed that they were consciously avoiding the topic of Stella, given the situation.
Anyway, that’s how it is…
‘I’ll do it from tomorrow.’
I thought as I finished my day’s work.
