Chapter 180 – The Baron’S Play (7)
181. The Baron’s Play (7)
After putting the Baroness’s laundry in the drying room, I returned to the mansion.
Of course, I had noticed Trisha secretly peeking into the laundry room a while ago. But if she wasn’t going to stop me and was just holding her breath like a dead mouse, there was no need for me to stop either.
That was my intention from the start.
Bathing in the sunset by the window, my naked body glistening and wet… and in that state, a boy secretly masturbating with her underwear.
From her perspective, the dramatic staging would have completely imprinted my image in her mind.
Of course, a young man in his prime wouldn’t be masturbating while fluttering his eyelashes and panting wistfully about how beautiful the mistress is. I was merely stimulating her emotional chords and fulfilling the secret fantasies that women have about men in the back of their minds.
It makes me feel like a gigolo… but what’s new!
The trope of getting caught masturbating is very one-dimensional and simple, but its effect is direct.
How many other ways are there to express such genuine feelings to the opposite sex? I even desperately yearned for her in between, so the Baroness couldn’t have been completely unmoved.
It was also important to show a conflicted appearance at the end.
By making her aware that what I was doing was wrong, and showing her how much I was struggling between reason and instinct, even Trisha wouldn’t easily step forward.
The more delicate the emotions, the easier they are to break.
If she tried to scold me now, I might just break down. Since Trisha was the only one who knew the situation, the choice was hers.
In other words, if not today, then next time… it wouldn’t be too late then.
Well, that’s probably what she’s thinking.
In the morning, the servants begin to wake up and move busily.
They all headed to the waiting room to attend to their respective masters or carried out their scheduled tasks. Once all the other male servants had left, I was left alone in the dormitory. Since I was the one who would get scolded for being late, they didn’t particularly care about me.
I was also a bit tired from having to put the Baroness’s dry laundry back in front of her bedroom in the early morning. I stretched, groaning, “Ugh…!!” when a thought suddenly occurred to me.
After seeing such a scene, why wasn’t there any reaction from the Baroness?
Curious, I summoned the crystal ball and turned the camera towards the bedroom.
Trisha was alone in the bedroom again today, wearing a chemise-style nightgown that reached her knees.
“…………”
Trisha was sitting at the table, fidgeting.
She repeatedly clasped her hands together, or rested her chin on her hand, looking troubled. Then, she slowly got up, checked outside the door, and brought a laundry basket nearby.
Trisha bit her lip slightly and rummaged through the laundry, then pulled out something she seemed to be looking for.
A sexy black pair of panties with delicate lace.
The panties I had used as a wank rag yesterday, though they were now clean.
Trisha hesitated for a while, clutching her underwear, then slowly brought it to her face.
“…………Sniff, sniff.”
She sniffed the underwear, as if checking for any remaining semen odor. She repeated the sniffing several times, bringing it to her nose and then pulling it away.
“………A sweet smell? Is it the soap… Haa. More importantly, what am I doing right now…”
Trisha, who had been secretly smelling her underwear in an empty room, put her hand on her forehead as if feeling self-loathing. It seems Trisha’s feelings are also complicated.
Come to think of it, it wasn’t really the kind of atmosphere where a conflict between reason and instinct would arise.
The masturbation I did was far beyond the common sense of an ordinary person. Seeing the unrealistic amount of ejaculation that completely covered the panties, I would have hesitated if I were her. It’s like seeing a woman squeezing out an unbelievable amount of vaginal fluid and putting on a grand fountain show… how could you not watch?
People are all the same.
That morning, I was assigned to organize the warehouse, and in the afternoon, I was to attend to Baroness Trisha in the outdoor garden.
There was another maid attending to her beside me, but she had gone into the mansion to fetch the tea set at Trisha’s command. One interesting thing was that Trisha was acting as if nothing had happened in front of me, even after what had happened yesterday.
Well, what would she gain by pretending to notice, but the lack of reaction was a bit disappointing.
As I was thinking this, Trisha, who had been quietly looking at the flower garden, casually asked me a question.
“You did a good job. They smell nice too. Was it difficult to do the laundry?”
“Ah, well… I worked hard, so it wasn’t difficult. The thin clothes were soaked in soapy water together… I’m doing as I learned, though I’m still inexperienced.”
“I see. …If you find it difficult, you can ask my maids to do the laundry again. It might be too much for Raul, right?”
After saying that, Trisha covered her face up to her nose with her open fan.
She glanced at me, her eyes darting over the fan.
At her words, I stammered with a pale face, trying to make up an excuse.
“N-no, it’s okay. I’m happy to be able to help the mistress like this…! So, it’s not a burden at all. I’ll make sure to wash them clean next time, so please leave it to me…”
“……………”
As she stared at me intently over her fan at my passionate display, I blushed slightly and lowered my head.
The hypnosis that I was in charge of Trisha’s laundry was not a permanent suggestion, as I had checked before. In the first place, a servant was masturbating with her underwear, so it wouldn’t be enough to just make him a mess.
Either way, it meant that I could change my assignment immediately if she wanted.
But…
“I understand. Then do so.”
Trisha turned her head back to the flower garden and said that in a natural tone.
‘Uh, um…’
It was a blunt remark that seemed to pass by.
But, as she knew, it wasn’t a normal situation.
As I was internally analyzing and deducing the Baroness’s intentions, that one word sounded incredibly suggestive.
…………
Near the Baron’s mansion, there was a training ground.
There were scarecrows and weapon displays, but it wasn’t as large as the one used by the soldiers in the barracks. Instead, it was used privately by the members of the family.
Like Daren now.
-Clack!
“Bellic. Let’s stop here! I need to rest.”
“Hehe, as you wish, young master.”
Daren was sparring with his personal knight at the training ground.
Daren was a sword user.
Bellic was an expert, one level higher than him.
Of course, since they could emit mana from their weapons, even a one-level difference was like heaven and earth.
A tall, middle-aged man with a slight beard on his chin.
His appearance was rather rugged.
This knight, called Bellic, acted as Daren’s bodyguard, and he also played a role in pressuring people when Daren acted like a thug to the residents outside. Even if knights were supposed to be honorable, they usually became tainted by their masters in such a secluded countryside. It would be a lie to say that they had never touched the serf women that no one cared about or taken things without paying.
‘He really met a good master.’
Such perks brought a certain amount of joy to Bellic’s knightly life.
As Daren was resting and drinking water, an older butler approached, clapping his hands.
“You’re amazing, young master. At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before you can handle aura.”
“Enough. It’s not like I’m going to go to the battlefield myself… I just need to be able to protect myself. I’m not going to make a name for myself in the capital anyway. Right, butler?”
“Haha… That’s true.”
The butler chuckled inwardly at Daren’s honest words.
Even though the path to becoming an expert was not easy, it was not that difficult either.
Even if the family didn’t have a secret method for cultivating mana, there was an opportunity to learn it at Phillips Academy, which was not far from the barony. But this young master seemed to be full of thoughts of living comfortably in the barony, inheriting his father’s legacy.
“Then you’ll be a bit freer than others at the academy. I heard they play tricks with teaching aura at the academy.”
As the butler said, factions of the Bourbon Count family and the Alton Count family were formed at Phillips Academy. Of course, that shouldn’t be the case for the sake of fairness, but the instructors often had connections with their respective count families.
“That’s what I’m saying! Ah, come to think of it, I saw the son of Viscount Pishark sweating and trying to please the Alton family. Hehe. It was so funny how desperately he was trying to get noticed. The butler should have seen it too.”
“Haha. That guy, you say?”
“That’s right! Summer will be over in a month or two… I’ll be able to see that funny sight again.”
Most academies in the kingdom were divided into two semesters, like modern schools, unless there were special circumstances. Now, in the hot summer, the academy was on vacation, and Daren had returned to the barony.
‘When that time comes, my sister will be able to go out a bit too. If I bring up the academy, the Berkeley family won’t be able to keep her locked up in the convent.’
Daren leaned against the weapon display, thinking that.
“Huh? That guy is…”
While resting, he noticed a servant moving busily not far away.
A boy was diligently carrying supplies in boxes.
It was Raul, whom he had locked up in the barracks and beaten up not long ago.
Daren frowned.
‘Come to think of it, my mother took him in. She’s too soft-hearted, unlike what she looks like. She even cares for a guy who dared to run away from the family… I don’t like it.’
In fact, it was a minor issue since he was just a servant. But…
“Bellic. Do you see that guy over there?”
“Yes, young master. He looks like a frail fellow.”
“He’s a servant who ran away from our family before. I think his name is Raul… Well, that’s not important. The point is, he’s a rascal. How about it? Does your body feel a bit itchy?”
“Huh? Hehe. You mean…”
Of course, it might seem minor when approached as a ‘problem,’ but if it was converted into a fun game to play with in his head, the previous incident could be used as a good excuse.
From Bellic’s perspective, it was quite enjoyable to mock or make a mess of ‘those who had sinned.’ It wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong, and it relieved stress.
The butler, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, tilted his head.
“But isn’t that the boy that the master has been keeping by his side recently? If there is any more corporal punishment, he will be angry that you have disregarded his words.”
“Butler. Do you still think I’m a child? When did I say I was going to give him corporal punishment? I’m just giving him a chance to spar. Actually, Raul seems very interested in swordsmanship, so I’m being considerate. You know that too, right, butler?”
“………It does seem like he was glancing at the training ground.”
As if there was time to care about a servant…
Of course, it was a lie.
But if a trustworthy adult nearby agreed, wouldn’t it end up being true? There was no reason to be disliked by the family’s heir.
“That’s what I’m saying, butler. Then bring that bastard to me right now.”
