Volume 15 Chapter 1 An Unexpected Invitation?*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The whole mess with Chelsea-which had been a monumental pain in the ass-had finally settled down, thanks to my own natural charm and some careful maneuvering.
Now, I was finally savoring a long-awaited moment of peace.
The truth was, I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, since I didn’t have a single lead to follow, but the Guild had been working me like a dog lately.
I figured I was entitled to a little relaxation.
Fortunately, this mansion I’d purchased had a study.
These days, I spent most of my time holed up there, supposedly diligent in my studies of pharmaceutical texts and-
Who am I kidding? I wasn’t doing any of that.
”Ngh… yeah, just like that. Keep licking the glans¹ carefully.”
”Haaah… Master… slurp… mgh… like this?”
”O-oh… god… okay, now take it all the way in.”
”Fwaaa… nom.”
”Yes, exactly… use your whole throat to work it…”
I was actually just passing the time playing with Lena.
Lately, she had been obsessed with “image play,” something she’d apparently learned from Chelsea.
Right now, she was enjoying the role of a “slave maid bought by a corrupt merchant and forced to provide sexual service daily.”
To stay in character, she’d ditched her usual active hot pants for a proper maid uniform and was currently huddled inside the knee-hole of my desk, “reluctantly” (though she looked quite hungry) sucking my c**k.
I wasn’t entirely sure why I had been cast as the corrupt merchant, but since a cute maid-version of Lena was letting me do lewd things to her, I decided not to overthink it.
God, her mouth felt incredible.
She was hitting my sweet spots with precision, teasing me just enough to keep me from the edge, allowing me to enjoy the warmth of her mouth for a long, long time.
She really was a dedicated slave (wife).
Still, I’d had enough of the teasing. I wanted to finish.
”Hey. That’s an order. Let me c*m.”
I thrust my hips, burying myself deep in her throat.
Lena let out a muffled groan, tears welling in her eyes as she bravely started bobbing her head to lead me to the finish.
I didn’t actually like being so arrogant, but she’d given me the order with a dead-serious face: “Please, act like a proper corrupt merchant and treat your slave like an object.”
I suppose I had to indulge her.
I’d save the lovey-dovey stuff for Vera or Georgia; for now, I’d play along with her hobby.
(Whoa, okay, Lena’s technique when she actually tries to ‘drain’ me is insane! I’m going to blow any second…!)
I grabbed her beautiful black hair, tied back like a ponytail, and forced her to look up at me.
”I’m about to c*m. Drink every drop.”
When I gave the order, this perverted slave narrowed her eyes happily and began the final touches.
She used her tongue in a complex rhythm while moving her head violently-just as I was about to break-
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The door was ruthlessly hammered.
God dammit! I was a hair’s breadth away from finishing in Lena’s mouth! Still, I couldn’t ignore the knock.
No matter who it was, it was undoubtedly one of my beloved slaves (wives).
I placed a hand on Lena’s cheek to give her the “stay” command, then answered.
”Come in,” I said.
The person who entered was Ms. Mor.
She stared at me for a heartbeat, then pointedly sniffed the air.
Yeah, I was busted instantly.
She undoubtedly realized Lena was tucked away under the desk.
However, she was my slave; she wasn’t about to be fazed by something like this.
Usually, she’d either complain that “Ms. Lena is getting all the fun” or just barge in to join us.
Today, though, she was different.
”Excuse me, Master. Lady Lydia has arrived,” Ms. Mor said.
”Lydia?” I asked.
”Yes. She says it is a matter of extreme urgency.”
If Lydia was calling it “urgent” and showing up in person instead of sending a messenger, it was a real emergency.
I guess the corrupt merchant play was over.
I was about to tell Lena to hide my c**k so I could stand up, but then the door burst open.
”Forgive the intrusion. Soyuz, all hell has broken loose,” Lydia said.
She burst into the room with a grim expression.
For a woman who usually maintained perfect noble etiquette, she looked remarkably flustered.
”What happened?” I asked.
I stayed seated at the desk, trying to look composed and authoritative.
”The Lord wishes to invite you to his manor,” Lydia replied.
”The Lord?”
”Yes, the Lord.”
”Uh, the Lord of where, exactly?”
”Don’t be dense. The Lord of this town. Margrave Verdaine².”
”…Of course. And when?”
”Now. He says he wants to see you immediately.”
”Are you serious?”
I sighed, and Lydia matched me with a sigh of her own.
Margrave Verdaine.
He was the man this town was named after, one of the Kingdom’s most powerful high nobles.
I recalled he was from a bloodline related to the King’s brothers and was entrusted with the entire frontier.
Why would such a titan want to meet a rogue adventurer like me? (Wait-ngh!?)
(Lena! Stop it! We’re talking about something serious!)
I peeked down.
Lena was still holding my c**k in her mouth, looking up at me with feverish, glazed eyes.
She was adorable, but she had me held tight with those lovely lips, and her tongue was polishing the miclans at high speed.
If she kept this up, I wasn’t going to be able to keep a straight face!
”Soyuz, are you even listening?” Lydia asked.
”I-I’m listening! Uh, why would a big shot like the Lord want to summon a gutter-trash adventurer like me? And if he wants to hire me, shouldn’t he go through the Guild?”
I struggled to reply while enduring the numbing pleasure in my lower body.
Why won’t Lena stop?! I’m trying to have a professional conversation here! I tried to give her a sharp glare, but Lena just looked dazed and blissful, happily sucking away.
(Ah, she’s totally gone…)
”Exactly,” Lydia said.
”He’s reaching out to you through me, bypassing the Guild. And he’s demanding you come now. You understand the implications, don’t you?”
”Yeah… I guess. But just to be safe… can I turn this invitation down?”
”Not a chance. A ‘polite request’ from a high noble is effectively a command.”
”Figures…”
The Lord himself using noble connections to bypass official channels to summon an adventurer.
That usually meant he had a job that couldn’t be made public.
Or maybe it was the trouble with the Elves, the Apostle of Rebirth, or maybe he’d found out Chelsea was from another world.
Either way, I didn’t want to get involved in that kind of headache.
(Aaaah, she feels so good! It’s torture just being licked like this! I want to c*m! But I can’t!)
”Well, if I have to go, I have to go. But Lydia… what’s your take on this?”
I couldn’t exactly e**culate while having a serious talk with her, yet Lena was out of control.
She had a flushed, ecstatic smile on her face while still holding me in her mouth.
(Wait, is she coming right now? I can feel her body trembling. This is way too good!)
”I suspect it’s exactly what you’re thinking,” Lydia said.
”That said, while Count Verdaine is known as a hawk, he has a reputation for being fair and upright. I haven’t heard any foul rumors, so you don’t have to be too pessimistic. It’s okay, I’ll go with you.”
Lydia looked at me with maternal eyes, much like Vera or Ms.
Mor when they were being supportive.
God, I was a lucky man, blessed with both devoted slaves (wives) and a mistress.
(A-ah… aah… I can’t! I’m at my limit!)
”Ngh… nn… hngh…”
”What is with you today?” Lydia asked, leaning in to look at my face.
(I’m sorry! I’m just trying not to explode because Lena’s tongue is too good!)
Lena, you’re going to pay for this later.
I’m going to bully you so hard-wait, that’s just a reward for her.
I’ll have to ask Ms. Mor, who was currently wearing a terrifyingly calm expression behind Lydia, to handle her.
”No, I’m fine. Sorry,” I said. “How should I respond to the ‘invitation’?”
”Actually, the carriage is already here,” Lydia said.
”What? That’s basically a kidnapping. Is the Lord really that impatient?”
”Should I dress up? I don’t have formal clothes.”
”This is an unofficial visit, so that won’t be necessary. Just wear something respectable.”
”Right… I’ll get ready. I’m coming now.”
”I’ll wait in the carriage,” Lydia said.
”Yeah. I’m not used to dealing with nobles, so I’m counting on you once we get there.”
I gave her a pleading look, and my reliable mistress narrowed her eyes tenderly as she walked toward me.
”Honestly… when you look at me like that, I can’t help myself.”
Lydia grabbed my face with both hands, tilted it back, and suddenly claimed my mouth, thrusting her tongue in to explore.
”Mmmph!? Hnnngh!”
Caught between Lena’s relentless assault below and Lydia’s expert tongue above, I finally broke.
My hips bucked uncontrollably as I e**culated with everything I had.
Tears actually spilled from the sheer intensity of the double-team.
After they’d both had their fill of tasting me, I was finally released.
”U-uh… Ms. Lydia?” I asked, a silver thread of saliva still connecting us.
”Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Lydia asked.
”S-so you knew?”
”I’ve seen your ‘climax face’ more than enough times, Soyuz. Honestly. I assume you have Lady Lena hidden down there, but try to behave when we’re talking about serious matters.”
”Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
Lydia scolded me like a naughty child, then told me I’d have to make it up to her later before walking out.
I had a feeling she was going to be the one violating my throat next time.
As for the culprit who ignored my “stay” order and forced an oral climax…
”Ms. Lena, if you please. We are holding an emergency session of the Slave Council³,” Ms. Mor said.
Ms. Mor, wearing an unsettlingly gentle smile, grabbed Lena by the scruff of her neck and hauled her out from under the desk.
”A-ah… S-Soyuz… help…!”
Lena looked back at me with teary eyes, pleading for salvation.
I simply smiled and watched her go.
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Summary:
Soyuz is enjoying an erotic ‘corrupt merchant’ roleplay with Lena under his desk when they are interrupted by Ms.
Mor and Lydia.
Lydia brings a sudden, unavoidable summons from Margrave Verdaine, the region’s powerful ruler.
Soyuz is forced into a messy double-climax involving both Lena and Lydia before being rushed off to the manor.
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Trivia:
- Lena is wearing a proper maid uniform for the first time.
- The ‘Apostle of Rebirth’ is a looming antagonistic faction.
- Margrave Verdaine is related to the Royal Family.
- Soyuz’s ‘miclans’ terminology suggests specific in-world biological slang.
- Lydia uses an ‘incognito’ summons to avoid Guild scrutiny
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Character Insight:
Lydia demonstrates her dominance and observational skills by joining in on Soyuz’s pleasure while scolding him for unprofessionalism. Ms. Mor shows her authority over the harem by convening the ‘Slave Council’ to punish Lena for her ‘greedy’ behavior during the roleplay.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author often balances hardcore eroticism with sudden shifts into high-fantasy political intrigue to maintain narrative tension.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Lena – Early‑teen slave girl, brown skin, long black hair in a black ponytail, scarred face with a blind left eye, black collar, tattered clothes. One of the protagonist’s wives/slaves; silent, rescued victim of severe abuse, yet she plays with her image.
• Mor – A slave/staff member in the mansion with a terrifyingly calm and sharp demeanor.
• Lydia – She is a poised noblewoman, her demeanor both gentle and commanding, blending subtle masculine poise with refined femininity. As the protagonist’s mistress, she serves as a bridge to high society, guiding him through elite circles with quiet authority.
• Soyuz – An adventurer who recently purchased a mansion; currently engaging in roleplay with Lena.
• Verdaine – The largest local city in the region, ruled by the Margrave of Verdaine. It houses a branch of the Adventurers Guild and is the protagonist’s temporary base. Located within walking distance from the unnamed village where Lena was found.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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