In the courtyard of Arthur Solaris's mansion, the duchess Elizabeth von Aurisburg was enjoying a cup of tea. The warm morning sun heated the spot, and the golden light shone in her wavy, platinum-blonde hair. Wearing a white satin dress, she seemed absorbed in the moment.
The aroma of the tea was pleasant. As she brought the cup to her lips, a silent sigh escaped. For Mary, it was an expression of satisfaction she had not seen in her Lady for years.
"Lady Elizabeth, you seem to have enjoyed yourself last night." Mary's voice was flat, with no visible emotion.
Elizabeth choked on her tea, her pale skin instantly turning red. Her emerald eyes, which conveyed maturity, widened in a mixture of shock and embarrassment.
Mary, the maid, was in her work uniform: a black dress with a white apron and cap. Her short, reddish hair was tied back in a bun. At twenty-six, her coolness was remarkable. Her light blue eyes and perfectly shaped nose maintained an unmoving expression, and her tone, although direct, was not disrespectful to the Baron.
"You question my statement, my Lady? It's a fact. You forgot about me amid that struggle in bed. There were other servants in the mansion, and your voice was loud and shameless. If I hadn't cast a soundproofing spell, perhaps you would not have been able to stay in this house. The Baron also seemed careless. Or was he just trying to humiliate my Lady Elizabeth and was the act of love a mere pretext? Did you by any chance forget I was hiding in that closet?" The last sentence carried a subtle insinuation.
Elizabeth's face went crimson, and she seemed to let out steam like a locomotive. She covered her face with her hands, expressing total desolation.
Yes, Mary, Elizabeth's servant since childhood, had been instructed by her to hide in the closet just in case. Arthur, the Baron, who had not visited her bedroom for several years, suddenly appeared. If his intention was to humiliate her, Elizabeth was prepared to resist and fight, with Mary ready to help...
"I listened to Lady Elizabeth's voice and the Baron's rumblings all night long, from inside that closet, - he seemed to know exactly what she wanted. The Baroness called him by name and accepted his member with all her strength. And the member was so, so big and thick, I was afraid it would rip milady in half. And they kept going back and forth as if milord were trying to dig a well."The image of that immense thing disappearing into milady was terrifying. I still tremble from the shock…"
"Ahh! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Elizabeth begged, her voice muffled. She looked at Mary with desperation. "Oh, forgive me, Mary. I was wrong. I'm sorry for having you stuck in the closet in a situation like that, but Arthur was so..."
"So what, my Lady?" Mary asked with a sudden seriousness. "I can't imagine a term you would use to describe something so... animal."
Elizabeth's face lit up with a smile, probably reliving the memory of the night before. Her eyes and mouth did not return to their state of indifference.
You gave in, didn't you? What a silly thing.
I met her as a casual playmate in childhood. Elizabeth's depression was severe because her platonic love for someone she longed for was prevented when she was forced into marriage due to her lack of value for being sterile.
Handed over to Baron Solaris as a tool incapable of bearing heirs, she seemed to have given up on everything.
She still held on to her ducal pride, but she no longer desired anything else.
And so, the moment finally came for her to be dishonored and tainted by a man of mediocre appearance.
That's what Elizabeth, Mary's mistress, thought.
Mary, as her follower, had prepared to stab and kill him for her mistress's sake.
That was what she expected to have to do the night before.
Remembering the lascivious night, Mary's cheeks blushed even without understanding. She had known Elizabeth's fascination with sweet stories since they were children. After all, she herself had often had to play the role of the prince.
She knew better than Arthur how to make a woman's heart flutter. But at the same time, she also knew that in aristocratic society, love between a man and a woman was a mere fantasy.
It was natural that Elizabeth also realized this as she grew older.
No matter how much you love your partner, in the aristocracy, a woman is just a means to bear a child. And a man who spouts sweet words can be seen as weak, even in his own bedroom.
But that man, Arthur Solaris, is...
Congratulations, Lady Elizabeth. You have been married to the right person. Furthermore, this special technique was intended for Lady Elizabeth, who is incapable of having children.
I don't know why he, a summoner outside the line of succession, suddenly wants Elizabeth to have a baby, but... at least the technique brings a smile to my Lady's face.
Unfortunately, he was still ugly, chubby, and clumsy. But if he made her Lady happy, that was perfect, and the night before she saw her happier than ever.
The image of his large, unattractive body pressing against Elizabeth's beautiful and tender one came back to her mind; she squeezed her thighs without realizing it.
I've played as a prince before, so I know what I'm talking about. He's genuine. He doesn't fake contact with his Lady with ulterior motives. He truly cares about her.
I won't lie if I say I'm a little frustrated that my position as a confidante has been taken from me, but I should congratulate my beloved mistress for beginning to find happiness. If only a child could be born from this...
No, I think that's expecting a little too much.
Elizabeth, who seemed to have undergone a personality change, sighs with moist eyes. Although Mary has played the role of an older sister or a prince, both are for Elizabeth.
Arthur, if you do anything to make Lady Elizabeth cry, I will not spare you, so please be prepared.
With a shiver, Arthur shuddered in his office. But let's leave it at that.
"But what is so special about these special arts? Is it really such a great art that it can make a woman lose her mind and let out such a strange and shameful voice?" Mary asked with a dry curiosity, tilting her head slightly.
Elizabeth seemed uncomfortable. "Ngh... it's a very... profound technique. It fills you completely." The duchess put her hand to her mouth, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"What's wrong, Lady Elizabeth? Continue." Mary asked with a serious, cold voice.
Elizabeth's shock was almost visible in her expression. "I-I... I..." the duchess stammered, unable to find words to express what she felt. She fell silent.
Mary continued with her provocative tone.
"Did Master Arthur not kiss you completely? Did his mouth and tongue not move as if his own life depended on it? What is it, my Lady? Tell me. Why are you hesitant? Why was your husband's kiss so good? Why did you stay in that dance that looked more like digging a well for so long? Was it not just about putting the tip in and releasing the seed and goodbye? Did he go beyond what he should have? Did he hurt you?"
The Lady's face turned pink.
"No!" Elizabeth exclaimed, with an anguished expression.
"No? No what? Did he scare you?"
"No, no, no! Arthur has nothing to do with this! He didn't do anything wrong! I... I..." Elizabeth stopped, her eyes welling up, unable to explain.
Mary seemed even more upset than her lady.
"I knew it! I'm going to get the scissors right now!"
"No, no, no, you can't do that!!"
However...
Like a cat planning a prank.
Mary thought:
So, let's give it a try, shall we?