CH 112

So, Randolph, lead me to where she is.

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I was expecting to be able to spend the rest of the afternoon making out with my beloved wife, but instead...

"I'm sorry, I have some business to attend to today".

what......?

"Geez..."

Did I have a look of surprise and loneliness on my face? Charlotte gave me a look that said, 'it can't be helped.' then she pressed against me. She gave me this new version of kabedon, a hips-don? butt-don? I have been harassed. But that's okay. It felt good.

Anyway, for the first time in a long time, I decided to go for a walk by myself—or, more accurately, to go for an inspection. Then.

"Even if I am not here, I have everything prepared to entertain Desmond-sama. Please wait in the office."

――Okke!

And so I waited in the Office, but......Nothing! Come on! Don't you know that the longer you make someone wait, the higher the frustration? Now that it's come to this, I might as well enjoy it. I can make progress while having fun.

I leaned on the desk, folded my hands, and hid my mouth in the finger-tenting pose, daydreaming about fun things with Charlotte. Charlotte has completely occupied my mind. To pass the time while I'm alone, I'll send nasty and degrading thoughts to my beautiful wife, who isn't here right now, as a form of entertainment. When I did it before, she copied it to the tee.

Even though I thought it was only possible in my fantasies. Magic is amazing. Just remembering that time, my foolish sword is about to break free from its sheath. What am I? A junior high school student? My sexual urge has been insatiable since I've been linked to Charlotte in so many ways. Though, to be fair, hers was even worse.

Though I am happy to be told that we share a lot of similarities as a couple, I think that a lord and his wife with a voracious sexual appetite is quite a problem in itself. --I don't want to cause any more trouble to the people of my domain.

I was having fun playing as a lonely lord for a while, but unfortunately, Charlotte did not respond. I wonder if her business is that important...

Even more important than me?

"Desmond-sama is the most important!　So brace yourselves!"

Great!! ..and..... *burrrr*!

...I'm sorry. Let's stop here while I'm still feeling relieved. It seems she's really busy. I thought about this as I imagined my third creampie with Charlotte.

--It's about time.

"Enter."  A dignified voice befitting of a lord.  I'm not standing up. It was more dignified, and most importantly...

--I can't let someone see that state of what's under my belt!

"Excuse me."

The one who walks in is Katherine, a useless, oral-enthusiast, anal-loving masochist maid, disguised as a first-class maid.  With her reddish hair combed up, narrow brown eyes, and cold looks, she was Charlotte's personal maid.

I had high hopes it'd be Sophie, but she was in the middle of moving with my daughter Emily, who is also my daughter. And unlike me, who has a useless job as a professional signature writer, she is a teacher. But of course, Katherine is in no way insufficient. It seemed to me that Charlotte's "entertain" seemed to be as usual,  so I thought it was time to play with Katherine. But I realize now how naive that thought was.

"E-e-excuse me!"

The way she bit it was incredibly cute--

"M-my name is Monica, and I will be working as an apprentice maid from now on! I will work hard, day and night, to serve you, Please treat me well!  Desmond-sama!"

She lowered her head with a bow, and her light brown dog ears created a strong dynamic for her. When she raised her head, I saw the familiar auburn eyes, and her tail wagging.

-------Doggo...maid?

The only thing I can think now is why she's here, and apprentice maid?  Even though I am a professional signer, I should have the final say on who gets the job at the mansion. But still, Monica's maid outfit is nice, her freshness and her beautiful tanned skin of a young girl serving me various things, such as...*cough*

The visual impact made it impossible to think straight.

"Um, um, Desmond-sama...?"

A worried glint in Monica's eyes.  But she was still the same, a fifteen-year-old who was like a niece to me, with light brown short hair, bright eyes. a lively, sun-tanned cute beauty. However, her body with dog ears and tail, which were evidence of my (various) sin, now adorned with that maid uniform--

Hmm, what is this sense of crime that fills the entire room? I know that most of it are just my own imagination, but still... 

Charlotte's fantasy has made me completely aroused! and my lower head is standing stiff in anticipation.

Furthermore, Monica already stated that she will serve me even at night.

Therefore, my libido has rejuvenated to the level of a junior high school student!

Head bowing is certainly not the act of the Lord. I wanted her. but.

"M...maybe I shouldn't have come...?"

*Shun,*

And.

Her dog ears and tail droop sadly.

--I feel like I'm doing something really bad.

"No, it's nothing. I was just surprised." Don't be flustered, don't be flustered. I am Lord Desmond. I must maintain my composure and dignity...

"I am also happy to meet Monica. And, that outfit suits you very well."

Monica (fifteen years old) blushes and smiles. Now that I see her like this, she's so pure and innocent. How can I--!

"Monica-san, please explain to Master."

"Y-yes! Katherine onee-sama"

"You shouldn't call me that when we're at work."

"Oh, that's right. Charlotte onee-sama said so, too... Oh, I'm sorry."

---Hm? What did she just say? I just have a lot of questions...

This maid, she just standing quietly,  don't you have something to explain?

Katherine coughed, and Monica hastily retracted her words.

You're just pretending to be the first-class maid, but you're a useless, anal-lov――(Omitted).

"Hmph." Monica straightened up, although I'm sure it wasn't just me who felt she looked suggestive. But this is a world without eros so maybe not....or at least it should have. At least, Katherine should know.

Monica stared at me with her auburn eyes. Her serious look made me straighten my back. She is, after all, a girl from the village of the warrior. In addition, according to rumors, she is the "strongest" in the village..... although my "chicken sense" has never reacted to it, when it comes to serious business, her pressure is pretty strong.

"Master."

"Oh."

"Master is a sinful man."

Monica said.

"------"

--Oi, Katherine!

I wanted to give her a thorough punishment and humiliate her body, but I couldn't afford to be preoccupied with that if Monica was serious. I put on a facade of calm composure.

"Master has been performing sexual techniques on me all night long, playing with every part of my body, and I got knocked up."

Stop it! Don't drain Lord Desmond's mental point anymore!

I was busy trying to keep my hands from shaking. Monica's cheeks were red and she seemed to be saying those words with a sort of determination, but there must be a culprit behind it.

After all, it was my own wife who told me she had prepared a surprise for me!

Monica swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Her tail also wagged. I was about to gulp down my own spit, too. In many ways.

"That's why... my body is on fire... every night."

"Unn,  I can't sleep so I have to comfort myself a lot..... every night."

Monica-chan (fifteen years old), a dog-eared maid apprentice's shoulders shake with shame as she struggles to keep her head up. Hey! Don't nod your head you lousy maid!

"So, yesterday, there was a full moon.... when I saw that, I suddenly couldn't understand why...but I wanted to transform and meet Des-sama..."

"I'm sorry for that."

---Hmm, so.

In other words, she saw the full moon, became sexually aroused, and came to see me in a fit of passion.

It is a recurring theme that the full moon can drive someone crazy. It's not hard to imagine that this would be a real problem in a fantasy world with magic. However, I've set up a ticking rutting time bomb.... and I'm the one who caused it in the first place.

"No, no, Des didn't do anything wrong...""*cough*"

"Master is guilty."

Monica said when Katherine coughed, looking me straight in the eye.

Her cheeks were so red that I couldn't tell her skin was tan.

Hmm, I don't have any room for discretion here. 

And besides.

From the way you're talking, you're saying that you came out without even telling your parents, right?　This could open a case of "Lord Desmond abducting minor". Though in this world, she's not considered a minor anymore... 

Dammit! That's exactly what "causing trouble to the people" is!

I had to desperately hide my panic. 

"So, that's why, here, please let me work here. If I can work at Desmond-sama's place, my parents would be extremely happy and --oh, I'm writing a letter to them right now..... P-please, I'd love to serve you at night as well...  I mean, I can't.... I can't handle it anymore..."

"Cough"

Katherine's cough startled Monica. She hurriedly bows her head. Her dog ears drew a light brown trajectory.

"S-s-sorr...I am so sorry.. for making such a request to Des---master..."

Her dog's tail trembled. Compared to her usual appearance, she seemed so obedient and submissive.

Cute.

Are you excited, uncle?

Self-control!

"Raise your head, Monica." I said in my best lordly tone.

"Y-yes"

Her eyes were watery. Her ears and tail were also shaking. 

I wanted to believe that our relationship wasn't one where she needed to be worried like this, but every time I met her, it was always in the village. She treated me more like a valued guest than a lord. But now she is the one who wants to be hired. Moreover, the reason why she came here is that she can't take the heat off her body...

At only fifteen years old.

And now, she shows me the evidence of my sin, with her anxious and watery eyes...

It's no good, I have to control myself, control my inner Ojisan!

I coughed. That made Monica jump, and I was tempted to cough again, but I didn't.

I smiled as kindly as I could. Monica's cheeks slightly blushed. 

I don't want to admit it, but this handsome nobleman mask works really well. Is this a kind of skill? I wonder if I'll ever be able to use "flash" someday.

But that's beside the point.

"Why should I refuse?　I would be happy to have the lovely Monica at my mansion as a maid."

"Des-sama..."

Monica folded her hands across her small chest and wagged her doggy tail, I can almost hear the "Kyuuun" sound effect.

"--Oh, but of course, when you work, you have to hide your dog ears and tail, okay?"

"Yes, of course. Charlotte onee-sama and Katherine onee-sama already said that...and it's better to call Des-sama.....Master and show them only when I'm serving master."

...What should I do? My wife's action is already out of my control.

But that's something I already knew.

"...If you understand then it's fine. Also, why do the two of them call each other 'sister'? Is there any reason behind it? You three don't relate at all right?"

"Yes, that's....Charlotte onee-sama said that we are Des-sama's pole siste..."

"No more!"

What the hell is that twenty-nine-year-old woman teaching a fifteen-year-old!

I almost bawled my eyes out, in order to distract myself from the painful reality.

"But I was told not to say that when I'm in front of outsiders..."

"Oh, you can say that to me" it's not that I'm totally fine with that, but there's nothing wrong with getting along (deeply). "But be careful saying it elsewhere"

"Yes." Monica bows her head.

Yeah, yeah, she's a good kid. And so I said.

"Does that mean Katherine calls Charlotte onee-sama, too?"

-It was just a passing question.

There was no ulterior motive, no expectation, nothing, just a passing thought.

I had not expected it to be the key to a new door that should not be opened.

"Yes, Charlotte is now my onee-sama." said Katherine. I feel like there is some kind of pride in her.

"is there something wrong?"

"- No, nothing really?"

Then, I said it. That passing thought.

"If Charlotte, Katherine, and Monica are sisters, then age-wise, would that make me Charlotte's little brother?"

*throb!*

"Desmond-sama as, ....little.....brother...?"

---- eh?

...What did I just hear? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, please say that again? I thought, but there was no further response.  Instead, my "chicken sense" is sounding the maximum alarm. - But what? This is similar to the time when I had an affair with Katherine...

--Okay, let's not think about that now.

"Is something wrong, Master?"

"No, nothing."

Really.

And so, in my mansion, not only a mistress but also a niece (fake) lived together as a dog-eared maid trainee.