## Chapter 34 – No. 25. Caught # 1
After Charlotte left, another maid soon followed her into the drawing room.
No. 25 hastily hid the underwear Charlotte had given her inside her clothes and greeted the maid in an awkward posture.
“Oh, hello.”
The maid, whom No. 25 was seeing for the first time, didn’t respond to No. 25’s greeting. She simply glanced around the messy room and then curtly said to No. 25, who was standing still,
“You can go.”
“Can’t I help…?”
Before No. 25 could finish speaking, the maid waved her hand dismissively.
“It’s okay. The Demon Lord would scold me if he knew I made you clean.”
No. 25 had no choice but to watch the maid, who had started cleaning alone, and left the drawing room.
In this vast castle, where everyone was bustling about, she felt as though she was living in a time separate from everyone else.
As she wandered aimlessly down the hallway, someone placed a hand on No. 25’s shoulder.
Instinctively turning her head, she saw a familiar face.
“Hilda-nim?”
Hilda smiled and lightly tapped No. 25’s back.
“What’s with the ‘-nim’? Just call me Hilda.”
“But…”
As if telling her not to say any more, Hilda made a “Tsk” sound, pursed her lips, and glared at No. 25 for a moment.
“We’re drinking buddies, aren’t we? It’s weirder for friends to use honorifics.”
It was a first since coming to the castle.
Someone who treated No. 25 as a person, as an equal friend, rather than as someone to be wary of approaching or ordering around due to the Demon Lord and Head Maid’s affection, or as a weak man they might want to take advantage of.
No. 25 cautiously called out Hilda’s name in a trembling voice.
“Th-then… Hilda?”
Hilda grinned broadly and put her arm around No. 25’s shoulders.
“Yeah, that’s much better.”
“Why did you come here, Hilda… I mean, why are you here?”
The informal speech didn’t quite roll off her tongue yet, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sound.
“Me? I was just doing some cleaning. I’m only telling you this in secret, but don’t you think they clean here a bit too often? Cleaning is something you just do once, and then leave it until it gets noticeably dirty, right?”
It wasn’t something a maid should say, but that’s what made her seem different from the other, stiff maids.
No. 25 followed Hilda downstairs, occasionally asking her questions.
“You’re not drinking today?”
At No. 25’s question, Hilda smacked her lips as if she was disappointed.
“Ah, I can’t drink today. I have something to do tonight.”
“You work at night too?”
No. 25, who only slept or entertained Charlotte or Asel at night, was hearing this for the first time. Since Charlotte, the head maid, was always playing with No. 25 at night, she couldn’t imagine that the maids under her would be working at night too.
“Of course, I work.”
“Then what about now?”
“I’ve finished all my morning tasks. I’m going to take a break now. Do you want to rest with me?”
She was already resting, just standing there doing nothing, but No. 25 wanted to spend time with someone else, so she immediately nodded.
After confirming No. 25’s intentions, Hilda went straight down to the first floor and headed to the dining hall.
“Sit at that empty seat over there.”
Hilda had No. 25 sit at the empty seat first, then skillfully brought the cookies and milk that were served as snacks today to the table where No. 25 was waiting.
Hilda sat across from her, put a well-baked brown cookie in her mouth, and asked No. 25,
“By the way, what’s your relationship with the Demon Lord and Charlotte-nim?”
It was as if she had blurted out whatever came to mind without thinking, and No. 25 choked on the milk she was drinking, bursting into coughs.
Hilda laughed at the sight of No. 25.
“What? Why are you so surprised? Are you actually dating or something?”
No. 25 wiped the milk that had splattered on the table and asked back in a flustered voice.
“W-what are you talking about?”
“Well, before you came, the Demon Lord and the Head Maid hardly ever showed any signs of smiling. Lately, they both seem more relaxed, so I was wondering if it had something to do with you.”
She was curious about what Asel and Charlotte were like before she came to the castle. No. 25 looked at Hilda with sparkling eyes of curiosity.
“What were the Demon Lord and Charlotte like before I came?”
Hilda chewed the cookie in her mouth and pondered deeply. Hilda recalled their past selves and shuddered slightly.
“To be honest, they were scary.”
“Scary?”
She could understand Charlotte being scary. When No. 25 first saw Charlotte, she felt a sense of crisis that she might be devoured by her energy.
But she couldn’t understand Asel being scary. Although she usually showed a strict side, she was basically always kind to the maids, and in front of No. 25, she almost always had a smile on her face.
Hilda sipped her milk and continued where she had left off.
“You went on patrol today, right? You saw how District 7 is doing right now, didn’t you? The Demon Lord was always frowning because of that problem, and she would often shout alone in her room. The Head Maid… do I even need to say anything?”
She couldn’t imagine Asel shouting alone in her room.
No. 25 imagined Asel’s side that she didn’t know and enjoyed the conversation with Hilda.
While Hilda was chatting away, she took out a watch from her pocket and said that it was already this late, then got up from her seat.
No. 25 looked up at Hilda with a disappointed expression and asked.
“Are you leaving already? Didn’t you say you were done with your morning tasks?”
“Sorry, I’m done with my morning tasks, but I have to help with lunch preparations now. You’ll hang out with me again later, right?”
Hilda confirmed that No. 25 was slowly nodding, gave an awkward smile, picked up the empty dishes on the table, and disappeared into the kitchen.
No. 25 was left alone again, but with the expectation that Charlotte and Asel would come to the dining hall when lunchtime soon arrived, No. 25 sat there and waited.
However, Asel and Charlotte didn’t show up in the dining hall for lunch, or even dinner.
She briefly thought about going to their rooms, wondering if something had happened, but in No. 25’s mind, a voice was ordering her not to presumptuously enter their rooms without permission.
No matter how much favor she received, there was a line that a slave had to observe.
In the end, No. 25 trudged back to her room.
She took off the clothes she had been wearing all day, changed into her pajamas, lay down on the hard bed, and let out a long sigh towards the moldy ceiling.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that today was the most hectic day since coming to the Demon Lord’s castle.
The Demon Lord Orca of District 6, who had brought a storm to the Demon Lord’s castle, and Asel, who didn’t seem to be on particularly good terms with her.
Charlotte, who had left after only giving her underwear instead of the sex she had naturally expected, the regenerating horns, and the first friend she had made.
The mixed emotions of joy and sorrow continued throughout the early morning.
Even when she pulled the blanket over her head to try to fall asleep, it wasn’t easy. Her eyelids were as light as feathers, and her eyes were clear. No. 25, who usually fell asleep within 10 minutes, was not used to the current sensation. She tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep somehow, but once she was conscious of it, she couldn’t fall asleep easily.
As she lay in bed, her body gradually relaxed, even if her mind didn’t, and her bladder, which had been quiet until now, sent a signal.
No. 25 pulled the blanket down again, got out of bed, and noticed Charlotte’s underwear that she had placed on the shelf after taking off her clothes earlier.
She didn’t know what she was thinking when she did it, but No. 25 hid only the bottom of Charlotte’s underwear inside her pajamas and headed to the bathroom.
Arriving at the bathroom on the first floor, No. 25 emptied all the urine that had accumulated inside and shuddered.
After emptying her bladder, No. 25 checked around to make sure no one was there and then took out Charlotte’s underwear.
Even though she had just peed, her penis was stiffly erect, and Charlotte’s words, telling her to be satisfied with this, began to come to mind.
How was she supposed to be satisfied with this? No. 25 looked around at the underwear and swallowed hard when she found the area where the wet stain remained, bringing it to her nose.
Even though quite some time had passed, Charlotte’s underwear still gave off an obscene scent that made her head spin. A desire that No. 25 had never had before surged in her heart.
In the end, No. 25 crossed the line that humans should not cross.
No. 25, who had never masturbated before, completely buried her face in Charlotte’s underwear, took a deep breath, recalled the caresses that Charlotte had given her, and began to move her own penis up and down.
The sound of dry skin rubbing against skin began to echo little by little in the quiet night bathroom.
As she masturbated, feeling Charlotte’s scent filling her nasal cavity, she even felt as if Charlotte was doing it herself.
The pleasure that seemed to melt her brain dominated her body, even before the shame of doing this with her own hands.
She knew well enough that masturbating with a woman’s underwear in the bathroom was against common sense. She also knew that it was something a man shouldn’t do. But it was impossible to stop now.
No. 25 was lost in the pleasure of her first masturbation and was unable to make proper judgments.
Charlotte’s body came to No. 25, who had never known human warmth, as nothing but happiness.
If she had the underwear of someone she liked, she couldn’t resist. She couldn’t hide the pleasure. That wasn’t so strange for No. 25, who didn’t know the ways of the world. It was only natural.
The sound of flesh colliding with flesh echoed in a steady rhythm.
Certainly, doing it alone was less stimulating than borrowing someone else’s hand. There was a wall of reality that couldn’t be completely filled with imagination, but it wasn’t particularly bothersome.
As she was engrossed in masturbation, her penis began to swell as if she was about to ejaculate. It was a rather early ejaculation for her first masturbation.
She wanted to stain Charlotte’s underwear with her own semen. With that one thought, No. 25 began to increase the speed of the hand shaking her penis.
…It was then.
With a click, the bathroom door opened.
